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Yeung-Sung’s screen was suddenly flooded with links.
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Yeung-Sung looked up. “What is she doing?”
Hand firmly grasping his forehead, Luke answered,
“She’s hyperlinking the labels of blessed gear that she has been testing. That’s what she does.”
“She details what they do? I think I see…Fire Nova is the effect, it goes off at half durability, then the quality of the base gear and who made it?”
Luke shook his head.
“No- well, yeah, that’s her job, but I meant linking items or quoting others, rather than typing it out herself; That’s what she does. She’s awfully shy.”
Luke stretched his eyelids with his fingers like sliding blinds down in the morning when you’re hungover. “Her lack of English doesn’t help, either.”
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Amber Moon, huh. “She’s a Chinese woman?”
Luke frowned. The longer he spent with him, the more Yeung-Sung noticed how rubbery the speaker’s body was. “Yes, not that I should tell you. What’s your obsession with knowing where everyone came from? We’re all stuck here anyway.”
‘And we’ll all die here’ he is probably thinking. I can’t let that happen.
Avoiding Luke’s suspect glare, he went back to the chat where the next person was busy introducing themselves.
Kelly? Surely, he’s not talking about the guide I was with before; Kelly Ann? Of all people to still be a part of PM, I wouldn’t have picked her to be one.
At the same time as he typed the next line, Luke said them out loud to Yeung-Sung,
“Any questions?”
This explains why he’s so desperate. He was a Fighter; He has been in the Gauntlets; he knows how useless the situation is without outside help. That’s why he’s giving me this chance.
Nodding, Yeung-Sung began to type out his first thought when Luke stuttered.
“Uh, just a minute…”
“Yes?”
“What are you going to ask? Nothing negative, remember? You’re sure what you’re about to say isn’t going to squander my position?”
Yeung-Sung looked down, thinking. “I don’t think so.”
“Well,” Luke said, shrugging, “Just humour me. What are you going to ask?”
“I was going to ask,” Yeung-Sung explained,” If you keep a record of your gauntlet runs. Do you?”
Luke sat up birch straight. “Of course. We check who is running them, what their past records are -wh-why are you asking this? How does this help?”
Yeung-Sung saw Shirley smirk at him.
“I’m not talking about that,” Yeung-Sung explained, shaking his head, “I mean do you have a like a video of the events, a recorded log, something like that?”
Luke see-sawed half his body over the table in confusion. “What? How would we do that?”
Yeung-Sung shrugged. “How do you do anything in Airgead? Make the skill, practice it.”
Luke covered his mouth.
“But that’s not- You mean that all this time- Even if I –”
Slowly, he lowered his hands and typed in a message into his phone. The three of them in the room waited with locked stares until another PM player skipped in. Dark ponytail bouncing along behind her head, she stopped dead when she noticed the air in the room and Luke had to call her over. He whispered something in her ear. She nodded curtly to his words. Yeung-Sung pinched the underneath of his knees as he watched her jolly face swirl into panic, then confusion and finally after she took out her phone and tried it for herself; amazement.
Luke dismissed her afterward, a tightness -frustration with himself- showing plain in his jaw. Turning back to the conversation at hand, Luke took in a staggering breath to control himself, holding the edge of the table so hard it looked like it might crack.
“I have a feeling,” he then said, his voice airy and suppressed, “That our conversation today will be most enlightening.”
Yeung-Sung simply smiled. As he did it, he touched his cheek in surprise; this time it came naturally.
“They told us next to nothing about Airgead. It was supposed to be just a game, like any other,” Luke pondered aloud, “It frustrated us all to have the mechanics of the game hidden, but now I understand why. It would’ve been too much…I never thought Airgead would be capable of this.”
“Well, I never got into games. To me it looked like real-life.”
Luke nodded. “Which makes your perspective invaluable.”
“Still,” he continued,” That is a good example of something you should not be typing in the chat.”
Yeung-Sung nodded. “Right.”