Lessa

The new guild had to be a very new development, and she and Oscar talked practically daily. Curiosity officially piqued, she did her best to split her attention between the quest objective and her best friend. Murph deserved some level of effort, as they were meant to be working together. But Oscar creating a new guild had thrown her for a loop, and the tea needed spilling before it got too cold. Why in the world hadn't he brought this up on the walk over, instead of waiting until now? Lessa didn't bat an eye as Oscar dealt with the four spiders - they seemed to target him every time they

The laugh-adjacent noise Lessa made sounded forced even to her own ears. "Ah, no, I haven't," she finally answered. "There are a lot of these beginner quests that I didn't get to when I first started the game. I had kind of a weird start to things." Recognizing the absurdity in her own statement, she amended, "More weird than finding out I was trapped in a death game that could actually kill me. Or, not more weird than that. I guess just... additional weirdness?" Murph didn't press, and Lessa was grateful for that. Instead, the blonde set to work creating and sending a party request. What

"You really don't have to come with me." Lessa glanced over her shoulder, tossing her blonde hair back before she tossed her friend a quick smile. "Don't get me wrong, I love the company. But I don't really need the help." As she walked, she summoned her HUD, then called up the quest information. Something something, find a cavern. Something something, find a tablet. Neither one of those things screamed 'high risk of death or bodily harm'. They didn't even scream combat at all. Granted, she was high enough level that the mobs in the cavern didn't notice her. “Honestly,” she continued

Placeholder. ꧁༺Lessa༻꧂ Name: Lessa, Guardian of Aincrad True Tier: 12 Level: 34 Paragon Level: 83 HP: 1060/1060 EN: 138/138 Stats: Damage: 18 Mitigation: 127 Battle Healing: 32 Stealth Rating: -5 HB: 42 MENDING: 2 REC: 8 HLY: 8 Equipped Gear: Weapon/Armor/Trinket: - Arcael's Might (T4 THSS - DMG DMG DMG HLY)

The rhythmic trio of thuds had Lessa leaping out of her skin. The sound that came out of her mouth wasn’t quite human, and her entire body flinched like a bad stunt double taking a bullet in an old Western film. “Jeeeesus,” she drawled, pressing a hand to her galloping heart. Apparently, she wasn’t quite as cool, calm, and collected as she’d tried to convince herself she was. A little embarrassed, a lot still on-edge, she rounded on Riker. “Someone came up to the door and you didn’t, like, bark or anything?” She jabbed a finger in his direction. “You’re a shit guard dog. Guard wolf. Whatever.”

It was a pleasure watching him. The ease with which he took to the stage, and settled into the literal and figurative rhythm, fascinated her. As far as she knew, Jomei and Lysette had never performed together, yet they complimented each other perfectly. Outsiders might assume that they'd been playing together for years. Lessa, who didn't have a musical bone in her body, marveled at the simple fact that two strangers could produce such magic. Lysette's words wove through the notes strummed on Jomei's guitar, filling the large space with light and life. And for the moment, Lessa was content to s

[Stats to come.] "Home sweet home," Lessa declared, her hands on her hips, her head tipped back to take in the towering building. The lighthouse's white and gray stones gleamed as it speared into a cloudless, robin's-egg blue sky. Beyond it, the midday sun held court over calm seas, which lapped lazily at the rocky cliff face. Even the wind played its part, the autumn-spiced breeze barely enough to rustle the leaves on the trees. A sweet, serene calm had settled over the Farm. The exception, of course, was Lessa's beating heart. It galloped beneath her hoodie with enough force that she un

Thread Summary Word Count: 8,740 Jomei: (8740 / 5) * (11) = 19228 + 1000 (quest) = 20,228 EXP | 200 (page) + 1000 (quest) + 3034 (LW) = 4,234 col Lessa: (8740 / 5) * (9) = 15732 + 1000 (quest) = 16,732 EXP | 200 (page) + 1000 (quest) + 2509 (LW) = 3,709 col

The woman stood in the shop’s doorway, her lips pursed in thought, her gaze glued to the message window hovering a few inches from her face. The man behind her cleared his throat once, twice, then barked out a gruff, “Excuse me,” before she finally realized he was there. “Oh god, I’m so sorry,” Lessa stammered, scooting out of the store’s entrance and practically down the block before she slowed. A quick glance over her shoulder showed him huffing in annoyance as he stomped the opposite direction. She probably deserved that. Making a better door than a window, or whatever. That idiom neve

At the touch, the horizontal and vertical pieces of the cross split apart, clattering to the ground with a noise that seemed preternaturally loud. The hastily-made marker had, apparently, been clinging to life by a thread. A strong wind might have sent it it tumbling. But it wasn’t a strong wind that destroyed the one piece of him that remained - it was yet another clueless human. And that couldn’t go unpunished. The darkness hovering over the grave coalesced into the form of a man. He stood a head taller than the players before him, but his posture, and the way that he glared down at the

A flash of movement in the left cell heralded the ghost’s arrival. It was as if the air around the figure simply parted for her, dust particles and light bending around her silhouette as she drifted from the bench to the bars of her cage. Her form was far from solid - more like a slight distortion to reality, visible only if the viewer were to squint and tilt their head a bit. But the soft sobs that racked her were unmistakable, and very real. The sound of them, soft, shallow, and breathless, filled the small building. And with each second that passed, the source came into clearer focus.

"Well that's a relief," Lessa replied, shaking her head for added effect. "I feel like we just had an entire conversation about how I'm not interested in your cock or your balls." She punctuated the comment with a smile, but it fell away as silence overtook her. She'd jumped at the opportunity to make a sexual comment - those jokes were really just low-hanging fruit at that point - but his confession carried weight that she couldn't simply laugh off. The topic deserved more respect than that, and so did he. In one day, he had shared with her more than he had in the years they'd known each othe

The crowd at the bar was already three players deep by the the time Lessa arrived. The mass practically took on a life of its own, a monster that shifted and surged, changing form with each arrival and departure. And she was meant to find Jomei in that? The dim lighting and the masks certainly didn't help matters. He was tall, sure, but the same seemed to be true for everyone else in the Blackbook. Most of the women, Lessa included, benefited from the few extra inches provided by their high heels. The blonde clucked her tongue in thought, then loosed a quick shrug, and plunged into the throng.

It didn't take much to decorate the Farm for Halloween. The other 364 days of the year, the ambient sound on her costal property was enough to send a shiver up a spin: the steady crashing of the waves on the rocks, the whisper of the wind through the dried cornstalks, the mournful cry of the foghorn. The old barn, with its shadowy hayloft and dusty sweat smell certainly didn't help matters. Set out a few jack-o-lanterns, and rig a stereo to play spooky music, and Lessa had the makings for an extra creepy stop on the the trick-or-treat trail. The truth was, Lessa wasn't actually into the s

The Farm Location: Floor 28 Description: A lighthouse situated on the coast of the western sea, just beyond the Thessacoln Pastures. Plot Size: Estate {Safe Zone} Rooms: 9/15 House & 2/3 Yard House Master Bedroom Master Bathroom Basic Kitchen Storage Closet Living Room Dining Hall Attic (Storage) Basement Guest Room x x x x