Picture this: Archimedes Condominium building, towering above the city around it, standing far above the canyon wall. One figure, careening down the side, occasionally catching themselves on a small lip of the windows every few floors to turn himself into a new position as he hits maximum velocity. He checks himself out in the reflections, then flips around to get a selfie with his glass double in the background. Never once does he consider that the impending impact might actually kill him.

That was yesterday. When Octavio had woken up the next morning, it took him only a moment to realize what had happened. So, falling kills, here. Noted, but not necessarily a deterrent, especially given the ‘wake up the next morning’ respawn mechanic this city had going for it. A shower was had, clothes were found, and Octavio was soon off to locate breakfast (hopefully something quick, he had plans for the day).

Elevators should be considered inhumane torture devices. Shifting his weight around, Octavio watched the numbers tick down for what felt like hours. In truth, it was only a couple floors before the door opened up again (not even ground floor--ugh!). A petite woman stepped in and, for a brief moment, Octavio didn’t see anything wrong with the situation. What’s two friends riding an elevator together, right?

She’s still thinking about that snake person (snerson just isn’t catching on) when something drops out of someone’s pocket. Makoto hadn’t been following the woman ahead of her, but it’s hard to miss something like that.

“Oh, hey, excuse me!” she calls, scooping the object up off the ground. “Miss, you dropped something!”

When the woman turns, Makoto bounds over to her. “Whew, good thing I saw that!” she laughs. “You wouldn’t want to lose your- Your, uh...”

When she finally looks at the object she’s retrieved, Makoto finds... a lime. This lady was just keeping limes in her pocket. There’s probably a perfectly fine explanation for it. It’s a snack for later, perhaps.

“Err, wouldn’t want to lose your citrus!” says Makoto, recovering as gracefully as she can. “I mean, gotta keep that scurvy away, right? You don’t wanna... get whatever scurvy does to you.”

Rumbling thunder and flashes of light in the clouds really only meant one thing.

Bloodhound could smell it in the air, feel it in the wind - a storm was coming, here in the wilderness of the Cotes Ward. The hunter had wandered from civilization and out towards the edges of the ward, and it was here where the weather had changed. They looked out to the building storm clouds, and smiled under their mask.

They reminded them of one of the other legends - Natalie, or Wattson, as everyone knew her. She was truly one of the lights of the games, and Bloodhound always found themselves at ease whenever she was near. She knew how to liven up a room with her jokes, which Bloodhound always managed to chuckle at.

How long would they find themselves here, they wondered. How long would it be before they saw any of their friends or comrades again? So far they had only seen Octane, and heard of Mirage being around. It was odd to have one legend here, but multiple...was certainly suspicious.

A sound from behind them causes them to whirl around, a hand reaching up to  activate the sonar on their goggles, their eyes widening as they see a warm figure ahead of them - a person. Behind them, a large horned creature was sneaking up.

“Watch out--!” They call out, surging forward with a loud growl, their head thrown back as a mysterious power surges through them. They take off with great speed, running on all fours towards the demon before diving into a roll and firing off a series of shots with their bb gun. It wasn’t much, but it managed to scare the creature off at least.

Breathing heavy, and with their goggles still glowing red, they turn around to look at the figure - familiar and coincidential.

Welcome!

You’ll be staying in CONDO 415

You’ll be given a bb gun!

Enjoy your stay!