The Isekai Game

My Favorite Cosplay

"Guess who ain't in trouble? ME, me, me, Dezzy... Aliya... Me," sang Dezzy.

"Okay, but now we have to get me out of trouble," said Nana kicking through the dead leaves.

Vanessa called over to Nana for heading the wrong way. It was the truth behind her mission. Required intellect, skill, and coordination. Coordination of all was her weak suit. To make it worse, Nana already failed her mission four times the previous day.

Dezzy mocked her that if she didn't pass, Pattie was going to be up her a*s. Hakim found it odd that their entire motivation towards completing the mission wasn't out of fun. Rather fear of their leader. Vanessa couldn't help but compare it to their team. Sure their team didn't take their missions nor training as seriously. But at least they had fun in what they do.

"Sounds like Logan," said Hakim, causing Vanessa's head to pop back.

"They should be in a team together and just fight all day," said Nana.

The question raised on who would be the leader. The answer was obviously Pattie. She was too powerful for Logan to take on. Not to mention Logan had no interest in being a leader. Nana even listed out that Pattie is a real monk. She can tank, hit hard, very smart and clever, hard-working, has powerful magic, and the list goes on.

Vanessa wanted to argue in Logan's favor. But Hakim's words sealed the deal. Their little scrawny friend was powerful. But he couldn't beat Pattie nor Carter. In fact, it was believed among them that Pattie is the only one who could defeat Carter in a fair fight.

"If only she wasn't such a b***h," said Dezzy, "This game would be ten times funner".

Confusion came to Vanessa's face. The Paragon Sister always appeared to have fun. But Dezzy continued ranting about how she could have a lot of fun and make a crap ton of money racing all day and doing thot s**t.

"And cosplay," said Nana, "Which reminds me".

Nana flipped out her isekai phone. Flipping through a selection of outfits, Nana hummed a song. Dezzy began making fun of her for being lost in her own selection of clothes. Nana couldn't argue. She did have a large collection of clothes both in and out of the game. A lot of lace and fishnets along with skimpy cosplays. But mostly make-ups and t-shirts for her favorite bands.

"Ah, my favorite cosplay," she said, "I made it some time ago for a larp event back in Germany".

"You're from Germany?" asked Vanessa.

Hakim added that it's completely unexpected given she was Arab. Nana ignored them, shaking her shoulder with a smile. Her phone was held up to her smiling face. With a hit of a button, her outfit changed.

Large dark wolf ears stretched from the top of her head. Blonde stroke through her black hair in streaks. Her shirt morphed into a bralette made of grey skin. Beads, feathers, and teeth alike hanged down at the front. The skirt hanged below the hip but draped to her ankles. Nana extended a pole that was decorated in wrappings of fur and feathers of various animals.

The accessories kicked in with bracelets and a matching belt made from skin and rope. Braids extended from her hair, wrapped with a thin black fabric. Lastly, markings were on her face, topping off a mysterious.

Nana was as majestic as any creature of the wild. It was fitting to her job class. Even her feet were bare. The sight caught Vanessa off guard. It amazed her more that Nana actually made this cosplay by hand and merely had it replicated in the studio as a custom skin.

The smile on Nana's face could brighten any day. Her lips remained low while the edge curled up. It favored a cat more than anything.

"Why don't you cosplay like that more? I've never seen you dressed like that," asked Hakim.

Both Dezzy and Nana made it clear that cosplaying wasn't necessary for mission success. Vanessa didn't understand the big deal. But she knew clearly the tension between them and their leader. It was similar to the relationship between Logan and Jeff. Only, reversed.

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They were now standing in front of an old wooden cottage on the outskirts of town. It didn't appear to be harmful. It was practically falling apart. Behind the cottage were some trees and further a mountain.

"Is this really it?" asked Vanessa.

"Yeah, it's big though. Kinda like that Leira girl's mission. It gets bigger when you go in," said Nana walking up the wooden stairs.

She instructed Hakim to stand by her side. Once there, a voice spoke in a strange dialect. It was scary to Dezzy and hakim. It sounded like a demonic offering. Nana spoke back in the same tongue.

"Are you alright Hakim?" asked Vanessa.

His body was frozen stiff to what he was getting into. Nana took a moment to ask them to be quiet. He asked what they were speaking.

Vanessa answered, "She's speaking German".

The patio beneath Hakim and Nana glowed green as Dezzy said, "This entire time I never knew that. I assumed it was some demonic crap".

Nana looked back, "You're stupid. That's why I'm bringing Hakim".

Dezzy shrugged her shoulders to the remark and watched as the glowing patio brought Hakim and Nana inside the cottage.

"Imma piss her off and order pizza," said Dezzy.

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Nana and Hakim stood in the cabin looking back. It smelled like an old dead woman. The place was rotten with filth. The stench of spice kicked.

It was as though she held the walkthrough in her hands. Nana walked through the cottage and slammed her staff down at the door in the rear. A crystal shined through the crevice of the aching door.

She exhaled before saying, "Alright, so I need you to place your hand on it and guide us to the crystal".

Hakim stared blankly at the door wondering how was he supposed to do anything. It was easy. Nana ex[lained that all he needed to do was place his hand on the crystal. A list of unrotatable platform choices would rise. He must select one of those choices to be the next layout that takes them to the crystal.

Simple enough, Hakim placed his hand on the crystal. A list of shapes glowed in front of the door. He selected the line shape going forward. The door fell open. Dirt walls rose outside to form a direct line path forward.