All around, the crowds melded and molded, as players tried their best to be patient and wait for something to happen.  Of course, being players, a good portion couldn't stand still, so they went about chatting, forming groups, and testing the ui and other things.  Course, a few particular players stood out from the crowd, and they were gazed upon with disdain.  "Pfft… who the fuck are these asshats?" one random guy said to the girl besides him.<br/><br/>She responded uncertainly, "Uh... I dunno.  I heard a rumor that you could get some cool stuff, but you'd have to get a special code for it."  In truth, the few players to have the exclusive gear were relatives of the dev team.  As the devs themselves weren't allowed to play and had to continuously monitor the game, they'd given close friends and relatives codes, at least the few that had them to give out.<br/><br/>Ryuzan's real life uncle was one of the devs, working on level design.  While his uncle hadn't told him anything about the game itself, he had given him the exclusive code to put in as he logged on.  "I know you love your samurai guys so much, so I thought I'd throw a little something!" he had said.  And now, he got to bear the fruits of his labors.  Or perhaps... the opposite...<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>From their viewpoint, Kimitsu and Felicia could see one of these players, a particular samurai looking one, looking all cool in his exclusive gear, albeit through a crowd of naysayers.  Obviously, a good portion of the player base were jealous they all had to start with these crumby 'uniforms' and they looked like peasants compared to these people.  So the shunning, name calling, and insulting were all too present.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">Kimitsu was just minding her own business when she felt someone bump into her.  "Hey!" she called out in anger, though as she turned her face, her muzzle snuggled right between Felicia's bust.  The fox girl was somewhat shorter than the cat-hybrid, though rather than reacting appropriately, the golden furred canine raised her eyes without bothering to remove her muzzle.  "A mirror?  Seriously?  What are you, a noob?"  After the girl didn't move immediately, the fox girl added, "Mind getting your tits out of my face?"  Despite her attitude, Kimitsu was pretty adorable...</span><br/><br/>---<br/><br/>All around Oliver, the girl's skirts appeared to be teasing him, for as they shifted about so lusciously, none seemed to lift enough to show him anything more than a little bit of thigh.  And of course, some girls were shorter, so he got to see even less, particularly as he transformed and stood as a pretty hulking creature, though his outfit auto resized to fit him.  Whether he liked that or not, well, it didn't matter, that's what it was.<br/><br/>Ahead, he spotted the lustrous dragoness as she seemed to be chatting with a particularly odd group of an elf, a minotaur, and a human, with the shorter elf taking the lead.  He certainly looked like a charismatic bastard... probably a bard of some sort.  Still, his yell to her over the crowd might not have been heard.  Or perhaps the woman herself had decided to deal with this random 'pleasantry' some other time.  Regardless, the crowd around them seemed to thicken, leaving him with a clear path to a pair of two other girls, one of whom seemed to her vulpine face buried in the feline-hybrid's bust.<br/><br/>His approach would herald the shorter furry to peer in his direction, but she would not budge, it was up to Felicia to both get out of her face, and if she so chose, interact with this hulking werewolf of a man.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>In the background, Hana would've heard a number of voices, one garbled a bit, like coming from some big hulking furry or something like that, possibly coming out to "Hey, sexy dragon."  She couldn't be sure, but she could always check the chat logs when she wanted.  Just... she should be prepared to go through quite a bit of it.  More noticeable was that squeaky halfling's voice in the background, a lot closer and still relatively close to her starting location.<br/><br/>"White and blue striped."  The halfling's voice was undeniable, and the same with his orc companion.<br/><br/>"Nice."  Though taken out of context it could mean anything, in all likelihood, something had been randomly generated.<br/><br/>Either way, before her stood the elf and his little merry gang, the elf seemed very assured of her joining him, though her response left him a bit... chilled.  "Ah... yes!  Yes of course, I would not dream of doing it any other way, my scaly lady..."  He seemed to be not only the hardcore type but... the rp type as well.  Getting into the dashing elven bard... he likely wouldn't be the one dueling.  The heavily muscles minotaur bud behind him, probably.  And maybe the tattooed girl, she seemed pretty tough, though for the most part, it was difficult to tell what class each player chose, as other than some hints based on personality and looks, it wasn't entirely obvious with everyone wearing the same outfits, just in different colours.