Jicklet
eighteen | female | player | courage/reliability/friendship/hope/light/kindness | kokua tokukawa

The Character

It had been a difficult few days in the game, trying to sort out all the information and keep things under control. For a few days she had been working with a player that had the face of a 6 year old girl and couldn't figure out if they were trolling her or not, but couldn't leave them due to the way they were talking. "I don't know. I just can't take it. They beat me, rough me up, it's never easy." She tried to get assistance online from other players, attempting once or twice for help from a GM. It was passed off as a troller due to complaints about the player - she was wasting her time was the common finishing statement. But Jicklet just couldn't leave the player be - what if they weren't trolling? It could be just as likely that they were a troller, but she'd prefer to err on the side of caution. Yeah, it'd royally suck to have wasted so much time on a troller, but she'd rather waste the time than find out that they had killed someone or themselves because she didn't lend a hand.

But today, she was fed up. Too much whining, too little doing, too much contradiction. She'd had enough. She had been pressing action on this person too much for them to be wishywashy. Jicklet threw them on her blacklist and went places she typically didn't, doing her best to utterly avoid the player. Call it hormones, that time of the month, she didn't care. She was grumpy, cranky and fed up. The other player definitely did like to whine and complain, telling her about their day and how much they didn't like their school, people were always bossing them around, how strict their parents were, the whole nine yards. She would take a break from trying to help people, especially after this most recent experience.

A groan left her as she sauntered over to a tree in her new-found secluded area, her partner mildly concerned and annoyed, but just as relieved to be away from the other player and their just-as-aggravating partner. It didn't know how it felt about attempting to eat another Digimon, but it certainly would have tried if it came down to it. Jicklet was now reconsidering her applying to become a GM or Guide because of this experience, but who knows? Maybe it would put a bit more backbone into her. ... On second thought scratch that. I'll build the backbone before I apply. I am not getting walked all over again. "Bah. That player has me in a right tizzy. I have got to do something to clear my head. Hm..." Green eyes flicked over to the bouncing zone chat that she had stashed off over in a corner. It was hot today as people were getting out of school and off work. "Heh. Trolls are out in full force tonight, but we should get to exploring and training. We're going to need the experience and Bits it gets us," she said as she pushed off from the ground, the chat swiftly stifled with a quick move of her hand. Looking around, she decided that the area they were in just wasn't going to cut it, so she decided that Pelche Oasis was where they needed to go. It was going to be a trip, considering they were in Bios Swamp, but they were going to make it. And be stealthy about it - it was nearly the time the other player got online.

The RPer

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notes yeah, i know the reliability portion appears shot due to her abandoning and avoiding the player she was trying to help, but she'd been fighting with this player for about a week, or so it felt like, and they just weren't willing to buck up and change. they remained the same whiny, woe-is-me mentality the entire way. if it's too contradictory though, i can totally understand that.