Re: Synthia (BlueSlime)
Satisfied with the proposed storyline, Synthia settled into the EGG and clicked the affirmation button that would send her into Dylara's body. It was an interesting experience. Similar to what she'd done before, but in the moment of transition, a whole memory of childhood was transplanted into her mind - with Synthia herself as her own mother. The game was kind enough to represent her as having been a good and caring mom to Dylara, and there was a healthy bond of respect and love in Dylara for her mother.
It was odd as well, as the game seemed to be suppressing the in-game memories that Synthia had collected. She could not remember what she had gone through in the previous sessions. Even her out of game knowledge, that her name was Synthia and she was a student of journalism, had been greyed out, or changed so that it seemed to be almost a dreamlike existence.
Dylara seemed more like the reality, and Synthia more the game. In fact, Dylara was now thinking of herself as this new identity, this primary identity.
Yes, she was now Dylara. She looked down at herself. She had her mother's hair, but her father's eyes. She was curvy, and about the same height as her mother, but not nearly as coordinated. Her mother was an arcane duelist, an acrobat, and an escape artist. Dylara did not possess the same aptitude. She was more into books, and into magic, and she wasn't as flashy as her mother either. She wore robes that hid rather than accentuated her good-looking body. And she also knew that while her parents had always encouraged her to date boys, she seemed to always be less than enthused about the idea. Dylara found them immature and they reminded her too much of her brother's friends, who had always picked on her, and enjoyed pulling on her long single braid. Her mother said it was probably because they secretly fancied her. She had told Dylara that men could be like that sometimes. Dylara had just shrugged and concentrated on learning her basic cantrips, like Uncle Max had begun to teach her just before he passed away.
The academy was something new and exhilarating. This was where Max had said he had studied when he was young, and so Dylara felt like she was following in his footsteps. Her parents had both been proud of her acceptance and desire to become a mage, and neither had raised an objection to it. She knew that her father, Gerald, was a bit sad to see her go off by herself, but her mother had been quick to tell him that she'd be safe at the academy and that she had to learn to be independent. That had calmed her father down. Besides, with Dylara off at school and Bryn living as an officer in the barracks, it gave the house back entirely to Gerald and Synthia, and they both seemed happy about that idea. Dylara did not want to think about what those two would get up to when she was gone. She'd walked in on them once when she was eleven... it took her mother several hours to embarrassingly convince Dylara that mommy had asked daddy to do that to her. She'd never gotten it out of her head.
She looked around her surroundings, memories continued to flood in and tell her exactly what her current situation was.
