.hack//DIVERGENCE Main

Senna was perfectly content to just lie there and enjoy the meadow, but this didn’t mean she was idle. For the first time, she didn’t mind the incredible wordiness of everyone’s Flashmails. She perused each, letting the puzzle unfold through their words instead of her eyes and trying to keep track o...

Getting through and getting out as quickly as possible had always been the plan, but at every step it was going too slow, so very slow. If not for Sheena, who knew where their group would be now? But luckily, they did have Sheena, and because of that they were making it through this mess of a compou...

There were a couple ways to go over how her mind was working, what she was doing, but in the end, all that really needed to be said of Senna was that being offered a chance to murder did nothing for her mental faculties and that she had become a giant wad of do-nothing. How fortunate for her that th...

So, work has been kicking my butt this past month-plus. I apologize for not posting up sooner. But! I should *fingers crossed* be back at the end of this week, as my hours officially shift this week after some meetings with the bigwigs at the Post.

So, her secret was out. She trusted it fairly well in Dien’s hands, but if she did again what she’d just done, how long before others could HELP but notice? It seemed she’d missed some things. The lineup in the rooms had changed somewhat, and there were monsters again, but thankfully, no more of the...

What had started out as a simple fight had become something of a flight for her life. The same things that gave her the ability to wreak sizeable elemental damage on the monsters were the things which made their counter-attacks devastating to her. And in attacking them, she’d discovered one importan...

Senna’d let the others make the decision, more or less. She didn’t care which way she ended up going, being under no illusions that she’d make a difference either way. Her curiosity about the nautre of the place, discussed with Canti and echoed, unknown to her, by Nighthand left her unsure which way...

The darkness within the building was vault-like, but not complete. Even if it were, it wouldn’t have been too terrible – it was a fear faced down, that. The others were here. If there was blame from them, she trusted them to say so. As it was, they followed the slightest of differences in illuminati...

Senna had never been one for following the dictate of others, so if Phoenix had been expecting her to take the healing potion and trot off to the gate like a good girl, he was sorely mistaken. His heart was in the right place, but one would think that given the makeup of the Freedom Fighters, he’d b...

At this point Senna was just trying to keep up. This could be taken in a number of ways, but the most obvious one was literally, as she was trying to do two things at once and as a consequence was lagging at the back – and very nearly off the back – of the group. There was something about her invent...

Canti’s comment caused a grin on Senna’s face. While all the items in the world might not do anyone any good if their holder wasn’t on the field, the confidence of his words made her wonder just how many healing items he DID have. This wasn’t the time for asking though – she had her role (support) a...

It didn’t answer her question when she asked it, but it did so later when Canti asked it. Interesting. Whatever it might say about thought patterns and all that nonsense, she had her answer – it wasn’t all-knowing, it wasn’t psychic, it was just enhanced and had created a strong network for informat...

My question was answered, so I'm good to move on.

“ Why? ” The word, simple, one syllable, still cracks before the speaker gets it completely out. The speaker, a Long Arm, grips the back of a nearby seat and leans forward, her arm a taut anchor, as though only her grip keeps her in place at the moment. The knuckles of the other hand are white aroun...

Canti and Dien were talking. Senna took a moment to look over the people she didn’t really know. Her mind was trying to work over what might be Marionette’s plan, but this wasn’t a word puzzle, it was a people puzzle, and Senna was notoriously bad at those. It occupied her mind well enough until she...