Hunted
“Then he steered his avatar, F8, who was dressed as normal in blue jeans and a plain white T, past the floor-to-ceiling antique bookcase beside the bar, and on into Crane’s private office.
The wood fire was still flickering ruby red in the cast-iron hearth, but Danny could no longer hear it crackling. In fact, stripped of its audio ambience, the whole scene had a flatness to it that made it feel even more illusory than it already was, and consequently even less suited to solving Danny’s real...-world problems.
But Danny wasn’t here for the atmosphere. He was here for Crane. And there Crane’s avatar was – dark hair, side-parted, dressed in a sombre grey suit, white shirt, black tie, like he was fronting a funeral parlour – sitting as per usual behind his wide mahogany desk, lit from above by the sapphire glow of art deco lights.
The effect was to leave Crane’s avatar’s face deep in shadow. A deliberate affectation, Danny had always thought.MoreLess
The wood fire was still flickering ruby red in the cast-iron hearth, but Danny could no longer hear it crackling. In fact, stripped of its audio ambience, the whole scene had a flatness to it that made it feel even more illusory than it already was, and consequently even less suited to solving Danny’s real...-world problems.
But Danny wasn’t here for the atmosphere. He was here for Crane. And there Crane’s avatar was – dark hair, side-parted, dressed in a sombre grey suit, white shirt, black tie, like he was fronting a funeral parlour – sitting as per usual behind his wide mahogany desk, lit from above by the sapphire glow of art deco lights.
The effect was to leave Crane’s avatar’s face deep in shadow. A deliberate affectation, Danny had always thought.MoreLess
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