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Recently, Dikke has discovered a new pastime. One that would give Vertin, as well as the entire suitcase, a boatload of money. It's a benefit that Dikke generously shared amongst the denizens of the Suitcase. This little hobby of hers had helped the entire place stay afloat and not sink into further financial turmoil.
And what might this gracious pastime be?
Live streaming.
On Twitch.
Now, absolutely no one knows how she managed to get an entire Raytheon Technologies level of gaming setup in their room, but whoever this mysterious sponsor could be, they must be rich. Ms. NewBabel denied the allegations, stating that she doesn't even know what a computer is (hard to believe, but plausible), Malenia also denied partaking in it, saying that she has never stolen a computer setup before, and Titor called everyone stupid and moronic before shutting herself off from any interactions, again.
"Well… As long as it's giving us money, it should be fine, right?" Regulus grinned, but promptly hid it when she noticed that everyone around her was more concerned about the matter than delighted.
"What if it's stolen? Wouldn't Dikke be, like, angry at people stealing things?" X spoke, earning a nod from Sonetto.
"That is correct. If it were stolen, then Ms. Dikke would've known, but she doesn't seem to acknowledge it, nor even question it's whereabouts…" Sonetto pondered.
"Mr. Knight, does Dikke do anything that she normally wouldn't? Behavioral or anything?" Vertin inquired.
"Nay, she has not. Aside from learning unusual slang, she does not seem strange at all." The Knight answered, growing even further confusion among the group.
"I see… Very well. This matter shouldn't be that big of a deal, but still, it is very strange." Vertin finally closed the discussion. Regulus hopped up and ran to wherever she wanted to. X followed, but went at a slower pace. The Knight, Sonetto, and Vertin stayed.
"Are you sure she's not saying anything that sounds too weird, Mr. Knight?" Sonetto asked, tapping her fingers on the table, starting from the pinky then ending at the index.
"Not at all."
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"What dost thou mean my build is shit?" Spoke Dikke in their room, slightly infuriated as she reads messages. "Thou speakest as if thou hast placed thyself in mine predicament. None can command me but the law and mineself."
This is her thir…thirteenth attempt at the Twin Princes Lorian and Lothric. Even though she has made quite a lot of progress since yesterday, she has gotten nowhere close to finishing the fight.
Just a few days ago, she was confident that she could take on the third installment of the Souls series after she completed the second. Despite her viewers wishing that she should play Bloodborne prior to Dark Souls III, she insisted on playing the latter. She's a tough one, isn't she? And now she's here, grinding away at Lothric.
"Hear me, person whom I shall not mention, I shall complete this fight by midnight. Ye all may not have the privilege of witnessing my victory over the Twin Princes, but rest assured, it shall be done." She says, confidently.
"This battle is no different from the court, I say. I simply struggle with the unfortunate circumstances I happen to be in…" Her fingers pushing the mechanical keyboard's keys sounded almost therapeutic, as she does not exert as much force into something so delicate unlike any other gamer normally would.
"Nay– I do not struggle to keep up with Lothric. Formidable is he, but his variety of offense is limited severely." Dikke clicked her mouse in perfect accordance with the attack's cooldown lengths. Compared to most other streamers, she's much more amateurish and, frankly, terrible. But on the bright side, she's much calmer than the others, and pair it with her strict but motherly attitude, you've got yourself the perfect female livestreamer. No wonder she made, like, 400 US dollars in just two hours.
She sighed exasperatedly, clicking her tongue. "Damn and blast." She moved her 200 dollar gaming chair closer.
"...Might I intrude for a moment, miss Dikke?" A Knight walked in to their room, announcing his presence with two knocks on the door. Dikke promptly paused her game, then turned the chair to face the Knight looming by the door.
"Ah, it is you. I do not mind, it is our shared chambers." Dikke removed her headphones and set it down on the table.
"Tonight's meal has been prepared, and miss Vertin asketh this Knight if it could escort you there."
Dikke stood up. The beastly translucent claw on her shoulder followed shortly. "Very well, let us not keep them waiting."
She doesn't know how to pause streams.