<hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">Anyastasia Mewble</span><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/sXLsyxK.jpg)</div><strong>Location:</strong>The town of Olmana | Residential Area<br/><strong>Sheet:</strong>Anya (https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1ARw9DCkbkqeaVS7rmzaxapRPL8T267OHy8KFq9lajZI/edit#gid=0)<br/><strong>Current Quest:</strong>Get gold and improve guild rank<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Scary Sister Nichola, Sexy Adalyn, and Yummy Steven<br/><strong>MIG:</strong>8 / Edge: 0<br/><strong>SPD:</strong>11 / Edge: 0<br/><strong>INT:</strong>15 / Edge: 2<br/><strong>Effort:</strong>1<br/><strong>Lust:</strong>0<br/><strong>Other:</strong><br/><hr/><hr/>Two hours of walking was a bit extreme, especially when one considered this was a game world and it should've been condensed.  Like how fun was it to really walk somewhere?  Apparently none in the party had been to Olmana before.  Though, the rumor was, time didn't pass the same way in game as it did in the real world.  The "real world"?  Was there even any going back, now?  Her body may, in fact, be safe and sound in her bed somewhere, but that didn't mean her mind hadn't been changed by her experiences here, in this world.  Ehh, she preferred not to think about any of that.  Might as well make the best of here and now.<br/><br/>Besides, she liked being a cat girl.  Even if that pretty much included being a nympho.  Anya was the character she'd wanted to play since she'd learned about AO, or Azoria Online.  She'd logged in for the first time on that fateful day of the XXXtinction event, and had been trapped here ever since.  The game had changed in ways she'd never have expected, and she'd done things which she only ever contemplated in her wildest wet dreams.  Some experiences had been amazing, others nightmarish.  Through it all, she'd emerged.  She was no longer playing a character, she was Anyastasia Mewble, for better or worse.<br/><br/>Anya skipped into town, happy to be somewhere "safe", even if it was reputed to be haunted.  Her cat ears twitched upon her blue hair as she listened for any sign of danger.  Her longbow was in her left hand, quiver upon her back, and her tail swished back and forth excitedly.  Her attire offered the AC of leather armor, but appeared more akin to a green and white robe which left her arms, abdomen, and legs bare.  Whoever the game designer was that created it had obviously placed aesthetics above function, as it was a pain to get on and off.  Her body, however, put off so much heat that anything more conservative would've been completely unbearable.<br/><br/>Content that there was no danger about, she lazily followed Sister Nichola to the church.  Nichola gave Anya the creeps.  The sister was one of those type who got off on inflicting pain upon others.  One of the more cruel and malicious curses the Demon Lord and unleashed on AO.  Anya felt bad for Nichola.  It was unlikely the Sister had joined this game for those reasons; though, perhaps she had.  Anya chose to believe the former.  Of course, the cat girl would do whatever was needed to help prevent any of her companions from becoming Broken, like the Pink Phoenix Familiar had taught, and their guild, the Spirit Corps, had adopted, but she really didn't want to feel the sting of Nichola's whip if she could avoid it.  She still couldn't shake the scene of Nichola publicly flogging those two unfortunate novitiates.  It turned her stomach at how much lust had been generated by the sister's actions.  The lust was a tool of the Demon Lord, and they were supposed to be fighting that creature, but there the sister was spreading corruption to every innocent passerby.  It made no sense.<br/><br/>Anya stopped outside the church and waited for the others.  She didn't want to see what Sister Nichola might do inside, and didn't want to give the sadistic psychopath any reason to pay attention to her.   Nope, the short cat girl instead simply waited by the entrance, and observed the town.