[Shenandoah]

Mazin massaged the pain out of his digits once they were freed from Calonia's grasp. "Um, I think something's seriously wrong. Everything looks different." Michael stepped forward but did not reach out for them like they could towards him. The administrator was obviously concerned as that was one of the (supposed to be) few real life things that were translated into the game as the headsets recognized and translated certain facial expressions.

His eyes narrowed after a moment and his frown deepened into disapproval. "That's impossible. It'd be better if you two did not lie."

"We're not lying, Mike... See?" Mazin reached out to Michael and touched the man on the chest. Cool metal radiated it's chill into Mazin's hand and Michael's eyes widened once more as he stepped back hastily out of reach before reaching for his sword as the administrator in real life moved the cursor on his control to the 'Attack' command.

"What's the deal?" exclaimed Mazin, stepping back, his eyes wide.

"I don't know who you two are, or what you are, but you are obviously not Players!"

"We are!"