2 『To New Beginnings II』 (2/2)
Whilst he could believe this was that update he wanted, it didn't feel like just an update. He kept his calm, at least visually before everyone else. His eyes just moved about the room, taking in each and every face he saw.
”Jack-sama~ Jack-sama~”
”Hail~ Hail~”
Their words echoed through the throne room, eerily, as the acoustics worked a little too well. All of the NPCs in the room were dressed in Victorian wares and military suits sewn with armor pieces, including some maid uniforms that consisted mainly of just a black dress under a white smock and a white hair bonnet.
Nothing like that of a french maid, but much more simple and less sophisticated in design.
There were fifty five custom NPCs and over three thousand procedurally generated ones. The eleven floor Guardians were level one hundred, while area Guardians were between level eighty and one hundred.
”Lets see if there is a GM...” Subconsciously casting the spell to contact a Game Master, there was no immediate answer, and then there was just no answer at all. It was as if the spell rang into an endless abyss. ”Huh...”
Silva blinked a few times when he had tried contacting someone or something called a GM, but said nothing constructive, waiting for orders whilst keeping a facade of innocence.
The Guild was Neutral when it came to overall NPC alignment. Being too Good or too Evil didn't come off as fun to the players who played chaotic characters. So each of the null characters carried ideals of their player counterparts.
Silva was a listener, she obeyed the Authority of only the fifty five members of the Citadel. In front of others, she was quiet and composed. However she is actually a Chuunibyou when in private who over exaggerates or even renames her own powers.
He could remember her creator's impression of her with an adorably crazed expression, 'Fear my Crimson Blashful look of Eyes Paladin-san! For they shalt bore holes into your soul!'
Shaking his head as if trying not to laugh, his eyes turned towards those who knelt down on one knee before the throne only five long paces away from the platform.
”Silva...” His eyes darted over towards the Vampire who nodded her head enthusiastically.
”Mm!?” She was clearly at attention.
”The Game Masters didn't answer the call… Last I checked, no one else was within or remotely near the City.” Jack uttered with a frown on his lips, curious of what had transpired.
”Game Masters? Who might be these beings you speak of?” She asked curiously.
”Ah… I'll explain later, as for now. Summon the Floor Guardians to the Throne Room. I want the Area Guardians moved to the entrance of the Citadel.” His eyes narrowed on the honor guard NPCs, the ones with victorian themed military suits and armor attachments. ”Scout the surrounding area and report back. I want to know everything about the state of the city, but be wary.”
”Yes, Jack-sama!” He'd watch as more than half of them jumped to their feet, their loose metal armor pieces clanking about. ”It shall be done to your expectations!”
Jack watched as they all slinked out of the room and finally he was alone with Silva who was smiling faintly after them before moving from her spot on her own. ”Take your time Silva,” he spoke quietly, ”Do not rush...”
”As you wish,” the Vampire giggled lowly, drawing a cloth fan from her sleeve and batting it through the air as she went to leave the room.
All that remained was Jack, noncombatant NPCs and the Spell Maids.
”As for you lot...” His eyes shifted over those in dresses and noncombat related attire. ”Scour the floors. I want to know what's changed and what has remained the same. You are dismissed!”
He'd watch as they would all begin to shuffle out of the chamber. Only one individual remaining out of all that had left. A girl in mix-matched thigh-high striped socks, black pumpkin shorts and a lolita long sleeved dress top. She looked like the typical halloween witch from a party store ad.
She had asymmetrically styled short white hair, tanned olive skin and golden eyes that glistened in the absence of light.
His eyes apathetically rested on the female form which began to hop and skip towards him in inch thick sole, heelless, lolita shoes. The girl was styled to look like the little sister of his avatar.
”Jack-oniisama~!” She'd monotonously speak with a beyond entitled tone, a halberd-like quarter staff in her held in both hands, as she made her way towards him. A playful sway in the way she walked, ”What should I do~? Gimme a Job too!”
Jack just stared at her, she sounded just like his actual sister who died with everyone else.
”No,” Jack stood up from the throne as gestured towards it. ”You are to sit here.”
”Mah!” She stomped her foot at him, disappointment on her face.
”Your job is to compile all the data ascertained by the honor guard and to deliver it to me.” Jack relayed this order as he then pointed to the seat sternly.
The expression of disappointment quickly fled as she pressed her entitled little self into the throne. ”Yes Jack-oniisama! I will do my utmost just for you!”
”Make it so...” Clicking his tongue, he turned away as he began to stroll towards the corner of the room behind a column to gaze at a full length mirror. He eyed himself, his eyes for the most part. ”Hm...” His eyes drifted down towards his nether regions, his head laxly lulling to the side as he tucked a thumb in along the hem and looked down as he pulled it forward to inspect his unknown set of assets.