Chapter 1: Opening Image
The goddesses watched as the video began to play. A disembodied voice began to speak.
"You've got a bunch of jobs to choose from. And I've already done a video about that- problem is, everything is different now! So here I am again with all the jobs to help you pick what you wanna do."
Lyra sighed, "I'm still not sure why we're watching this?" She tucked her feet under her, pulling her braid over her shoulder to play with the end.
Faelar shrugged, her silver hair shimmering in the ethereal light of the room. "I thought it might give us some insight into the mortals' current mindset. They've been so... unpredictable lately."
Grunda grunted, her massive hands resting on her knees. "They're always unpredictable. But that makes them think of stuff we never could have." Faelar nudged Lyra in the side, making her squeak. "Besides, we all know how much you want to see your babies. It's been years since you visited them." She purred, wiggling her eyebrows at Lyra.
Lyra scoffed, but a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. She looked back at the video, her hazel eyes sparkling with curiosity.
The video displays four people of various races, and the voice begins to speak again. "You got your tanks- including one new guy." The camera zooms in on a nekomimi male standing in a bold stance, resting a strange sword that has the handle of a firearm on his shoulder.
Hana's ears twitched, her eyes widening with interest. "Look, it's like they're combining weapons from different worlds!" She clapped her hands together, a playful grin spreading across her face.
Faelar rolled her eyes. "Yes, Hana, we can see that. But I'm more interested in what he said next." She leaned forward, her gaze intensifying as she focused on the screen.
"They're the ones fearlessly charging headfirst into danger's way. And luckily, new techniques have made that even more straightforward! Simply turn your tank stance on, and you are now tanking! Turn it off, and you aren't. Wow!" Grunda grunted, nodding approvingly. "A clear, direct method. I can appreciate that."
Lyra smiled, couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at her human followers' adaptability. "That's the spirit of innovation for you," she said, nudging Faelar gently.
The voice began to speak again. "Speaking of danger- these are the healers! Always be nice to them, you don't wanna know what happens when they get angry!" It then shows many people in what seems to be a major fight, but one in particular, a nekomimi samurai, is way out of position compared to the rest of his group. A healer uses Lifegrip on him, and pulls him off the edge of the platform they're fighting on. Lyra chuckled, "I've seen that move before. Always good to have a backup plan."
Faelar raised an eyebrow. "You mean using magic to pull a careless ally to safety? Yes, that's a basic spell."
Grunda grunted. "Maybe for you, Faelar. But for most, that's a clever use of magic. And the way they're combining it with their own skills... it's impressive."
"The melee DPS are here to cry about mechanics that keep them away from the boss. So, new techniques have been developed to give them two 'I don't need positionals anymore!' stances- but they still complain." It shows a human samurai casting a spell called "True North" which eliminates the need to flank the enemy to deal additional damage.
Grunda snorted, a rare sign of amusement from her. "Even the mightiest orc warrior can appreciate the art of complaint," she said, giving Lyra a sideways glance.
Lyra laughed, "Don't tempt me, Grunda. I might just send them all to you for a lesson in discipline."
The disembodied voice began speaking again. "These are the casters, they go big shooty boom-boom magic. What did their new techniques bring? More big shooty boom-booms!" the voice explained, showcasing a human mage unleashing a massive spell that seemed to warp reality itself.
Hana gasped, her ears perking up. "Now that's what I call a spell!" she exclaimed, her amber eyes wide with excitement. "We should totally have something like that in our realm!"
Faelar gave her a disapproving look. "That's far too reckless, Hana. Who knows what kind of consequences such a spell could have?"
Hana stuck out her tongue, playfully mimicking Faelar's disapproving expression.
The disembodied vegan began speaking again. "The ranged can run around without any loss of DPS, and they've got a new friend! Who everybody loves... except the other ranged." It shows three people, one with a gun, the other with a bow, and the camera zooms in on a young woman with chakrams in a somewhat flashy and revealing outfit.
Lyra raised an eyebrow. "I don't recognize that race. Any ideas, Faelar?"
Faelar pursed her lips, her blue eyes narrowing as she scrutinized the screen. "It's difficult to say. She appears to be some sort of hybrid, but I can't place the specific lineage." "She looks like she knows how to fight. That's what matters."
The voice speaks again. "Alright, let's go look at the jobs." The video transitions to a screen displaying several job icons, each representing a different class. "Dark Knight! They use a big-ass sword. Do this job if you want to use a big ass sword." The video pans to a human male wielding a massive, two-handed sword, cleaving through enemies with ease. Grunda let out a low whistle, her green eyes gleaming with admiration. "Now that's a weapon," she said, a hint of respect in her voice.
Lyra nodded, her eyes scanning the screen. "They've always had a penchant for large weapons. It's almost... comforting."
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