Merhousemaid blinked against the sunlight; she and her team faded into view on a grassy hilltop, just in front of what looked like some kind of two-story broadcasting station. She’d gone for the classic blue-and-green sea colors for her character, who was dressed waifishly in an ORPHAN’S OUTFIT.
Merhousemaid: My equipment is so depressing. ORPHAN’S OUTFIT, MELANCHOLY MICROPHONE, HATEFUL HAT. Who cut their wrists all over this class?
LanguidLiquid: It’s a blood mage. They’re supposed to be depressing.
Merhousemaid: Just for that I’m gonna tech us up to be dressed like Santa’s elves.
MechaEnt: Fine by me!
Mer and Liquid turned their heads at the same time to look at MechaEnt and just stared. Mecha’s avatar was a tall, lithe girl made entirely out of translucent sky-blue gel, wearing clothing made of the same material and holding a WEAK WAND in her open hand. MechaEnt grinned at her teammates and sucked herself into a blob of gel that bounced towards the building in front of them before popping back up into a girl.
MechaEnt: SLIMEGIRL BIOMANCER. You know SLIMES get different skill options for most classes? It’s their racial special.
Merhousemaid: Kristen, why are you a hentai girl?
MechaEnt: You guys didn’t want a dryad, now you don’t have one.
MechaEnt: Quit’cher bitchin’.
LanguidLiquid shook his head and put his hand on Mer’s shoulder.
LanguidLiquid: She’s having fun, Bri. Leave her be. BIOMANCERS are pretty solid anyways. Why don’t we head into the building and find out why we don’t have a base?
Languid’s character was the classic tall-and-broad tank type, but the GENADIN class had added a Crawl-like art style to him; beneath his hood his face was simply a shadow defined by broad, glowing white eyes, and shadows outlined in light concealed his outfit, though not his WALLOPING WARHAMMER.
Merhousemaid: Yeah, sure.
Merhousemaid: Let’s go.