Inside an upper-class bar with no windows, an open doorway leading into darkness, smoke swirls through the air, the carpet a dark red with intricate stitching. The bartender's gait, slow and purposeful, the patrons by themselves minding their own business in high back, single lounge chairs. A short haired woman sits with one leg over the other in a black suit with a purple striped tie, reading a data pad looking amused with herself.
On the wall through the hazy smoke a screen shows the number of players from the first wave that have loaded in, the numbers are spinning rapidly as the servers just minutes ago went online, everyone dashing to be the first.
A woman with cascading golden hair, wearing a silver dress enters through the darkened doorway, she nods at a few people as she walks past the couch chairs, "ahh there you are Nemy, I've been looking around at all your usual places, the Game has just started! of all people I thought you'd be interested in watching them all squirm in there" Nemy looks up.
"Oh, but sister Ty, why would I need to watch the world when I have the perfect bundle of repressed despair already chosen!" she flicks through the information on her screen, biting her bottom lip gently.
Ty flops down next to her, exasperated and sinks into the couch chair "It only just started, I doubt I'll be able to find mine for a while, I wonder which of us will come up on top this time" looking exasperated at her sister she resigns herself to the incoming bragging "alright go on, you know you only get one champion though, are they really worth it?"
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Looking thoughtful she brings up the summary data, and grins, "Her luck is atrocious, enough to be called cursed. She's had the ground pulled from under her again and again, and it hasn't destroyed her, in fact it's only kept her going, just another day in the life of someone in true repressed pain. Her only saving grace seems to be that the world was able to adapt to help people after Ascension, even if it was the cause of her parent’s deaths".
Ty scrunches up her nose, "Quite distasteful as usual sister, although I know your aim is to bring them balance to their lives."
Putting down the data pad, Nemy folds her arms "The best part about it though dear sister, is that they always try their best to help others, they are a genuinely good soul. I guess that is a symptom of those that have had a hard life... well that or to become a monster" shrugging her shoulders she smiles gently. "It sure is easier to choose people with all this technology at least..."
"So dear sister... I suppose you will choose your usual champion, a golden boy that is pure of heart, rugged of looks, born with a silver spoon in their arse and undeserving, as usual, of any good luck." Nemy fake gagging at the thought of it.
Blushing, Ty pouts at her sister "Ooh yes and here's betting that your champion has large... assets! with thighs that could crush you like a watermelon, how close am I to the mark? You always were a… what do they say now? a bottom, dear sister."
It was Nemys turn to blush, looking at her wrist she quips "Oh, look at the time! destiny to change and cats to persuade, I hope you find your champion sister, but I must be off~" excusing herself she dashes out into the dark doorway leaving a grinning golden-haired goddess knowing that victory, at least this time, was hers.
"Well sister is not wrong, time to get searching!" She also leaves, thanking the bartender on the way out.