《Director, Machine, Paradox.》Chapter 3 - Fresh Air.
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(Self Notes)
[Shadow]
\Mirror/
"speaking"
'thinking'
*action*
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The next morning I was kicked out of the house by my parents, proclaiming me in dire need of fresh air and social interaction, I took my booklet and left. It was pretty warm out so I sat by the fountain in the middle of the village. I felt much more refreshed after a good nights sleep, unfortunately I was unable to Dream, either that or I forgot. Either way I felt pretty awesome. I began reading the book. I'll try to make it easier to digest.
The overview window is pretty important if you're searching for a job, for example the first thing they'll look at is that, and your skills of course.
The Mental and Physical Ranks are like so, D is pretty much average, when you stats get around to a hundred or so, you rank up to C. Each rank get progressively larger, after C its B, A, S, SS, SSS then X I'm not sure how you can get stats that ridiculous though.
Aethaeric Talent uses the same system, however those with C or D rank talent can barely do anything nor can they rank up, transformations and the like are probably fatal for them. There are two ways Aethaerics can be used, through Will, the power of thoughts and emotions. Or Controllers, usually Controllers are more powerful but more specialized and limited when compared to Will.
Memory Tree isn't listed, strange but whatever, moving on. All stats affect each other one way or another. The physical stats are obviously Strength, Vitality and Agility. Mental stats being Intelligence and Will. Luck is a sort of misc stat, they're pretty rare but not always useful. Stat synergy is important too as your body needs have balance. Status Effects usually affect your body or stats in some way, if they don't they usually aren't listed. You are born with your traits and they can be equally important. Skills and languages are pretty self explanatory.
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You can check you stats and things mentally similar to the Storage Void.
I called up a description of my traits mentally.
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You were born with some unique features.
-Incites curiosity.
-Attractive to some repulsive to others.
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Your mother was half Targual, you inherited Targual fangs, tongue and skin.
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Your father was a boring human. \Laaaame!/
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Your father is also a dormant ghoul, these genes have been inactive for over a hundred years. However in you, they seem to be resurfacing. [Awesome]
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You were born with the mind of an adult, you can learn much faster. (Woop!)
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You're a lucky bastard.
I frown "How are you guys doing that?", (Doing what my host?) \[Cool Right??]/ Mirror and Shadow shout in unison. "Ouch. Please don't do that again." \Okay, we should seriously start learning some skills right?/ I ignore her. Self Notes spoke up (I wanna see If I can hack this thing) I grinned "You gonna hide all that crap?" I asked (Yep. It also seems your curse isn't visible to anyone but you, we can't see it) "That's reassuring, so what do you think this hero thing is about?" (We already spoke about this) she snapped "Oh yeah!" (Anyway. If I can modify this damn thing, it seems likely others can too, I mean what if this think is bugged? Someone could be listening in!) She said seemingly frustrated [No need to be paranoid Little Notes, we've got it's back] "Hey asshole are you calling me an it!?" they ignored me \Yeah don't sweat the small stuff if it was bugged it would already be too late. Anyway, kid, you've only got five years, hurry the fuck up/ said Mirror 'Ugh' "Don't order me around wench!" I put the manual in my Storage Void and returned it to my pocket and got up. The kids from before were nearby playing again, Rorry their brown haired leader spotted me and smiled waving me over. "Sorry! I got a few chores to do!" I shouted, he looked disappointed.
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I left the village sneaking past the guards learning the Sneak Skill in the process. I used it to deadly affect pretend hunting in the forest, gaining The Huntering Skill. I frowned, calling up the skill description.
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The author of this terrible fanfic has made a typo of such petty magnitudes, that I the God-in-charge-of giving skill descriptions has deemed this The Huntering Skill, you Christopher Crash are the only user of this skill in all of the multi-verse. Congratulations!
"Delete."
-Are you sure you wish to delete this skill?-
"Yep."
-Tch'-
"?"
I scowled. Being careful to avoid any dangerous predators, I scouted out most of the forest and the surrounding areas learning the Tracking Skill. It soon got late and I headed home. My parents were cooking dinner, something disgusting again, my Mother is a terrible cook its too bad my Father is too scared to tell her her. We soon finish the disgusting meal. "Honey how was it?" she asks Father smiling, he coughed "Oh, it was l- *cough* lovely really." I grinned replying likewise. I take a deep breath and look at them with my best determined face on. "Mother, Father can I learn some skills from you two, I want to become an adventurer when I grow up." Father looks pretty disapproving, Mother on the other hand is smiling broadly. In the end they agree.
A year passes in the blink of an eye, I trained everyday since then. I made quick friends with Rorry, and he began to see me as some kind of role model and started training himself too, asking my parents and myself if he can join in. I had returned to my room to relax after a hard day of training when Mirror called \Alert, alert important announcement!/ I groaned "What?" \Little Notes has found a workaround for that wee little curse/ "Okay that sounds good. So..." I feel sudden pain in my head (Okay its done) I faintly heard before falling unconscious.
I was Dreaming again, sitting in the chair, where we left off. Self Notes was smiling with glee. (I gave you an ability that will hide you from the Guardian, and hopefully the Hero!) I frowned "How are you able to do this anyway?" She waves her hands (Its amazing, do you know about Soul Network? Or even what it is? I had a hunch that we were already playing The Machine, but damn son. I mean this thing is pretty damn game-like, though its kinda creepy how easy you take everything in stride) Self Notes stops, suddenly frowning "You're rambling. And that's really worrying." (My rambling?) "No the other thing." (The thing about this being The Machine?) "Yeah, because the game's insane! Players are crazy powerful." (Ooooh! Maybe they start at rock bottom like you did! That would explain it, right?) *sigh* "But they'd never except that, remember this thing is a Contract, both parties have to agree to the terms! They wouldn't be satisfied starting from the bottom." I smiled thoughtfully "You probably have the Dream controller. It would explain how you are able do this, too bad I can't see your status." (Stop changing the subject) she said scowling. "Whatever, look I wanna get back so stop wasting my time." she glared (Fine asshat hope like your meat medium rare) I considered what she meant by that...
Waking up, I find my crotch burning, I let out an unmanly scream while cursing, and ignoring the snickering of Mirror and Shadow I call up my newest skill.
-Hidden From Machina (Passive)-
You are invisible to the Will of Machina, It's Guardian, and Heroes.
'I hope this works'
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Thanks for reading, if you can point out any inconsistencies or typos I would appreciate it.
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