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I read somewhere that train otaku are the most look down upon in Japan and some of the most autistically annoying and insufferable otaku out there
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"I played Sportsball. My team was doing good, our elo was climbing, but then-"
You sense that you've brought up another bad memory. Her voice trails off and she stumbles on the spot.
"You don't gotta continue. We're just making conversation, ease up a little!"
"No- It's okay. I want to. The team kicked me out."
"Ah... That's rough."
"I was supposed to be the front-setter, but then they patched the game and came up with a whole new ruleset..."
You don't follow Sportsball, so you just nod along and pretend you get it.
"And it made front-setters almost obsolete. I just couldn't keep up with any other positions. So they kicked me off the team."
That must have hit particularly hard. It's rough enough knowing that humans have no purpose in this shoddy simulation. Surely it was even worse for someone with the illusion of use to get kicked off their team. It's not the first time she's been cast aside, then. You're glad you came along to offer her some support.
"And you fell in with the Dogs of War after?"
"Long story short, yeah... I took some online jobs. Tried to do the kind of rough stuff that other delinquents do. And after a while, I got scouted. Mostly for my reflexes."
You don't ask any other questions. You can piece together what her life was like up till now. However, you can't imagine what the future holds for her, and you doubt it's any clearer for her.
"First thing to do is check if your old home is still registered under your name. Okay? Maybe you still have it."
She nods.
"And then-"
"Do...."
A single note rings through the sewers. It resonates in your ears, suddenly washing away the day's exhaustion and strengthening your core. Your head snaps towards the sound of the relaxing noise, hungry for more.
"What was that?" Liza asks.
"Sounds like singing."
You sense that you've brought up another bad memory. Her voice trails off and she stumbles on the spot.
"You don't gotta continue. We're just making conversation, ease up a little!"
"No- It's okay. I want to. The team kicked me out."
"Ah... That's rough."
"I was supposed to be the front-setter, but then they patched the game and came up with a whole new ruleset..."
You don't follow Sportsball, so you just nod along and pretend you get it.
"And it made front-setters almost obsolete. I just couldn't keep up with any other positions. So they kicked me off the team."
That must have hit particularly hard. It's rough enough knowing that humans have no purpose in this shoddy simulation. Surely it was even worse for someone with the illusion of use to get kicked off their team. It's not the first time she's been cast aside, then. You're glad you came along to offer her some support.
"And you fell in with the Dogs of War after?"
"Long story short, yeah... I took some online jobs. Tried to do the kind of rough stuff that other delinquents do. And after a while, I got scouted. Mostly for my reflexes."
You don't ask any other questions. You can piece together what her life was like up till now. However, you can't imagine what the future holds for her, and you doubt it's any clearer for her.
"First thing to do is check if your old home is still registered under your name. Okay? Maybe you still have it."
She nods.
"And then-"
"Do...."
A single note rings through the sewers. It resonates in your ears, suddenly washing away the day's exhaustion and strengthening your core. Your head snaps towards the sound of the relaxing noise, hungry for more.
"What was that?" Liza asks.
"Sounds like singing."