As Jake's eyes started to flutter open, he felt a heavy weight cover his entire body. Letting out a small groan, he rolled out of his bed, hitting the hard floor with a dull thud.
'Note to self: refuse any help when offered,' he thought as he got up from the cold floor. He should've just said that he would deal with them alone; it wouldn't even be a lie.
Walking towards where the bathroom usually is, he turned on the faucet and simply stared at it. As he watched the water run, stray thoughts started to go through his mind; recruiting from local schools, weapon procurement, collecting protection money, the works. Splashing the cold water on his face, he started to go through how he'd get everything ready.
However, when he looked in the mirror, he paused. Looking back wasn't a man in his 30s with a mullet, but someone who was a junior in high school at the least. It still had the same traits as he did during that age; pale skin, messy raven black hair, and forest green eyes. Lightly patting his cheeks, he looked at his arm and started to roll his wrist.
Best to make sure.
Curling his hand into a fist, he quickly punched himself in the face, causing him to stumble back a bit. Feeling the stinging pain gave him all the confirmation he needed. He was in the body of his teenage self.
Walking out of the bathroom, he scanned the room for anything that was familiar to him. However, nothing from his memory seemed to match. It wasn't one of the dorms he rented from people online, nor was it from motels he stayed in when he left home. It was just a generic, bare room, with the only notable thing being an old looking radio on the desk.
‘Might as well turn it on,' he thought. He might get some useful information about his current situation. Walking towards the desk, he quickly looked over the radio, searching for something to turn it on. Finding the power switch, he flicked it on, only to be met with a wave of static. He silently blocked out the static before he began to turn the dials, he went through mostly static, with the occasional music station appearing, until he heard something that caused him to pause.
"Good evening, everybody. Welcome to Glow Heart Radio, where we talk about all the things happening around the world. But first, have some tunes," a low and dulcet voice said. It felt vaguely familiar, like he heard someone like that before. It’s not completely similar, but it's close enough to gain notice. However, he decided to put it aside. It wasn't relevant to the situation at hand.
'This could be useful,' he thought before slightly turning up the volume. It would give him some information on this world and an idea on what to do after. As he listened to the radio host talk, he knew that he was in an entirely different world. Moreover, he could tell exactly what world he was in. The chatter about terms like 'Wardens' and 'Knights', the talk of names he's read on screens, and the occasional headline about a place called Starfall. He knew of one world that has all of this in the same context. A world reborn with both magic and monsters.
'Blades Of Passion,' he thought, brow furrowed. An action game set centuries after the apocalypse, where the planet and humanity was reborn. A place where the gods were more than just stories. Where the path to godhood is much more than a far off dream.
A world that faces a third extinction.
As he listened to the radio, memories started to flash through his mind. Images of the main cast, the sound of blades clashing and crackling fire, the choir of melodies accompanied by the roars of beasts.
He needed a plan. Something to make sure that everything went as it was supposed to. Looking through the desk's drawers, he found a small notebook,no bigger than his palm. However, it was enough. Grabbing a nearby pencil, he started to write things down. Every detail of the main cast, every story beat, every important date. All of it must be recorded and accounted for.
Finishing up the last of his writing, he set his pencil down before looking it over. Everything relevant to the main story has been recorded, with points of potential interjection. At the least, he would give him the ability to respond to potential abnormalities and keep things on track. However, money was an issue. A large amount was hardly necessary, but enough to secure materials and equipment. He probably had a phone or something similar to that. If he did, it would expedite the whole process. Taking a quick look through the room, he quickly found the item he was looking for, its screen reflecting the sun. Grabbing it off of the shelf, he immediately knew what it was. A Harcell, a black market version of the regular Mercell. As he gave it a good look over, he noted that it seemed to be custom-made. Turning it on, he was met with a pretty normal looking phone. It had all the apps that it would come with by default. An app with a white 'M' on it that felt…familiar. Pressing the app, the screen quickly went black, shortly after a simple logo appeared.
{MARNET}
Odd naming sense, but whatever. After the logo dissipated, he was met with what seemed to be a list of some kind.
| [Info]
| [Shop]
| [Map]
Pressing the last option, he was met with what seemed to be . Scrolling through the options to look for, he found the label of Dungeon. Clicking on it, he was immediately met with a list of all nearby places that fit that description.
'Pretty close by,' he thought as he quickly found a place to visit. It was a short walk away and had good recommendations.
'Gotta change first,' he thought as he looked down at himself. Dressed in black sweats and a white tee, it was clear to him these were essentially pajamas. Going to the closet, he grabbed a few clothes before quickly changing into something more appropriate. Now dressed in dark jeans, a black shirt, and a gray hoodie, he opened the door to the rest of his apartment.
Upon opening the door, he was met with what could only really be described as worn. Everything looked at least a year old, if not older. Paint seemed to be peeling off of the walls, with small cracks in the floorboards. As he looked through the living room, he found a metal wallet and keys laying on the coffee table. Grabbing the wallet, he quickly looked through it to see if there’s anything he should remember. He knew that there wouldn’t be any solid documentation, but it’d still be best to do a quick check. Quickly skimming through the cards in the wallet, he eventually found an identification card.
[Jake Cole]
‘Unexpected,’ he thought as put the ID back into his wallet before pocketing it. He used that name as a cover, but to think he'd be using it for his legitimate name. Well, it didn’t really change anything to start; he used that more than his actual name anyway.
'Now I need a weapon,' he thought as he scanned the drawers. A kitchen knife may work, but it'd be best to have something made for combat. As he searched his apartment, he found what seemed to be a dagger sitting in one of the cupboards.
‘This could work,’ he thought before grabbing it. Gripping the leather handle, he pulled out the blade and looked it over. It looked similar to a combat knife, if not a bit more simplified in design. Giving the blade a few small swings, he found it to be pretty good overall. Sharp edge, decent balance. Everything
Putting the dagger back in its sheath, he strapped the blade onto his thigh before grabbing a few extra things, such as keys and a small backpack.
Grabbing a black baseball cap and a mask, he quickly put them on before slinging the bag over his shoulder.
'Time to get to work,' he thought before making his way to the exit.
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