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  • Birthday 05/28/1992

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  1. Lessa

    Community Game Night!

    Anyone play Ark Survival? Might be fun to have a server going for us.
  2. Where are we? FIRST FLOOR 120/250 minutes Oh baby, we're just getting started.
  3. Hey, you. Yes, you. Guess what time it is? It's time to get sexy. WHAT This is an exercise challenge. We won't be weighing in, tallying team points, or any of that Biggest Loser junk. No, this is all about getting that hot bod of yours up and moving. Keep track of how many minutes you exercise every day, and update your total here. All of your minutes will be added up by your lovely host (me), and together, we'll scale this floating castle! With every 250 minutes of exercise, we clear another floor. But it better be deliberate exercise. None of this "5 minutes of walking to the fridge" garbage. So get lifting, bro. Or running. Or doing whatever else you cuties do to get that heart rate up. And when you beat the game, are you going to emerge looking like the next Asuna or Kirito? You bet your sweet ass you will. HOW It's pretty easy (just like Tristan). Make yourself an official minute-tracking post. Hey, like the one I posted. Then, edit in your minutes. See, did I not tell you it would be easy? I'd never lie to you, baby. I'll link to your official posts here, so we can keep track of how sexy we're all getting. What do you do when you're not working on your fitness? You can talk about working on your fitness here too. And I'll even post occasional challenges to keep things fresh. You're in control, but remember, you only get out of it what you put in. So get to it. We've got a death game to survive. WHY Because you're worth it. WHEN Now. Stop waiting. You slacker. WHO Lessa Macradon
  4. Lessa

    [PP - F16] The Most Dangerous Game

    His voice sounded distant, and somehow tinny, when it finally cut through her shock. "Huh?" she asked dumbly, unable to tear her eyes away from the tower. It was remarkable. Terrifying, and alarming, and a million other -ings that meant something bad - but also remarkable. In all her years in Sword Art Online, Lessa had never seen something like this; it took her breath away. Drawing it back with a large inhale, she finally swung her gaze back to Baldur. Excitement and awe left her cheeks flushed and her eyes wide, but the expression dulled as his words sunk in. "Oh," she stated, shaking her head slowly as if to clear it. "Oh, okay, that's not good." Risking another look at the castle, she let out a low whistle. "It's pretty amazing though." A cool breeze whipped up from the land's edge, blasting her hair back from her face, and sending her loose clothes flapping. Given she was escorted by Baldur, she hadn't deemed it necessary to don her heavy armor. Now, she was reconsidering. So with a tinkle of bells and a swirl of color, Lessa summoned her silver-and-pink rose-etched armor. Hell Rose's familiar weight settled upon her back, and she gave her friend a tight-lipped smile. "I'm willing to bet Janix's friend stumbled here somehow. Want to take a look around?" Then, with a shrug, she added, "I mean, it looks like we don't have much of a choice."
  5. The sudden crash gave Lessa a start, and she instinctively reached for a blade that wasn't there. Her heart galloped in her chest, and she drew in a deep breath to calm herself. And then, she looked back to Baldur and Minako. Well, at least Lessa considered herself a confident, no-nonsense kind of woman. But there was always a line in the sand, and even the confident, no-nonsense sort could go tumbling over it. As Lessa watched the little santa-clad ViewTube celebrity leap into Baldur's arms, she felt herself stumbling closer to that point of no return. But she managed to draw herself back, draw herself up, and even attempted to hide the grimace as it flashed across her face. "Scooby and Shaggy," she observed, forcing the snark from her tone with a tight-lipped smile. "I honestly thought that move was reserved for the cartoons." You're being silly, a voice patiently reminded her, and she knew that it was true. Years ago, she had allowed herself to fall victim to petty drama and foolish mind games. Now, she liked to believe she was older and wiser. Surely she was more experienced, and well-versed in what was really important. Should she really harbor ill-will toward anyone in Aincrad, especially when their existence there was so fragile? Cliched as it might be, they were all in this together. She had better things to worry about than who Baldur was toting around. So Lessa pumped a bit more spirit into her expression, though the smile never reached her eyes. @Baldur @Minako
  6. Lessa

    [PP - F16] The Most Dangerous Game

    Considering the circumstances, Lessa knew it was no time to argue. It was bold of him to insist he should lead, but at the end of the day, he was a more powerful player. So she gave a small nod. “Fine,” she told him, “but be careful.” Of course he would be careful - he always was. But Lessa still felt the need to say it, and she frowned at his back as he stepped into the haze. And disappeared. “What-“ she breathed, blinking owlishly at the spot where Baldur had been. With her peripheral vision, Lessa could see Janix beginning to tremble. “Where did he go?” she asked, the tremor in her tone as well. Lessa’s face hardened as she schooled her expression into one of firm resolve. “He’s fine.” She only hoped that her eyes did not reveal her worry. “But where did he go?” she asked again, anxiety lifting her voice a full octave. Lessa strode forward, walking a complete circle around the two trees. Her friend was not waiting on the other side, nor could she find any trace of him. All that remained was the layer of shimmering film, strung between the crossed palms. “I’m going in after him,” she told Janix. Lessa raked both hands through her hair, shoving the thick blonde mane back from her face. “You stay here, okay?” “D-do you have to?” Despite it all, a sliver-thin smile crept across Lessa’s chapped lips. “Yeah,” she answered gently. “I do.” Janix’s lips quivered, and Lessa could only imagine what the girl was going through. Having already lost one friend, she was now facing the prospect of watching two more leave her. Janix shook her head slowly, and asked, “What should I do?” Can’t bring her with me, and it isn’t safe to leave her standing here. “Do you have a teleportation crystal on you?” “Uh, yes, I should.” Lessa nodded. “Good. Use it, and get somewhere you feel comfortable. What’s your favorite place in Aincrad?” Her confusion was plain, but Janix answered anyway. “There’s a park I really like on the second floor. Near the White Rabbit tavern.” “Perfect. Go there, okay? Wait for us, and we’ll meet you when we know more.” The girl’s arms crossed tightly against her chest in an attempt at comfort. And perhaps a weak defiance. “I don’t want to leave you.” “Don't trust us to look after ourselves?” Lessa prodded back. At Janix’s wince, the blonde added, “We’re going to be okay. Just go.” And only after the other player did so did Lessa step through the curtain herself.
  7. There were two conflicting emotions warring within Lessa. One lurked in the shadier, more self-conscious part of her. It was a small green burst of jealousy and doubt, urging her to find offense in the scene. She and Baldur were far from exclusive. Heck, they were not even an “item” yet, as her middle school students would have called it. There was no reason for her to be upset, and yet, the urge to fall back on anger and hurt still flared. Fortunately, that flame was squashed by the more secure, more confident Lessa. True, this version of herself had taken a beating over her first couple years in Aincrad, but it was steadily growing stronger. This was the ability to find humor in the situation, which she did. Tremendously. Her smile unfurled slow and easy, like clouds rolling lazily across a pristine sky. “Minako,” she greeted warmly. She took extra care to appear cool and collected, only emphasizing how poorly Baldur was behaving. And to direct more attention to the hand Baldur still clutched, the blonde offered her own for shaking. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” “I was never much of a ViewTube-watcher,” she admitted, loosing a small shrug, “but it’s neat that you were able to make such a name for yourself. I imagine it was a lot of fun.” The girl was smaller than Lessa, and made even smaller when compared to Baldur. Her santa costume, obviously a custom job, fit her body perfectly. Did the flamboyant outfit also fit her personality? She cut Baldur a side-ways glance, humor lighting her blue eyes, before looking back to Minako. @Baldur @Minako
  8. It had been a long time since Lessa had visited the fourth floor. Though many of the memories that lingered there were good, they belonged to a time she hoped to detach herself from. Even friendly ghosts have no place hanging around me, she had decided, a firm commitment to herself that she would spend less time dwelling on the past. The winter wonderland, with its diamond-shard snowflakes and Christmas-year-round spirit was one place that she knew she would have to avoid were she to keep her word. As such, her stomach gave a little flip as she emerged from the transporter. It was that unusual tug of nostalgia, like hearing an old song she'd associated with an ex boyfriend or an important event. But the feeling faded quickly, drawing more distant with each step she took. In fact, after a few strides, Lessa found herself enjoying the muted crunch of snow beneath her worn, brown knee-high boots. And the gleam in her wide, blue eyes was not entirely from the twinkling Christmas lights. The massive Christmas tree was surely impressive, but the massive man was even more-so. Attracted immediately by Benny's enormous stature, Lessa found herself drawn toward him. The smile that curved from below the bushy mustache simply oozed holiday spirit, and she found herself matching his expression as she approached. That smile only grew when she caught sight of Baldur; his Samurai get-up was unmistakable. She, on the other hand, seemed woefully under-dressed in brown boots, black leggings, and a long, flowing green blouse. The brown jacket would have cut the chill, were it not for her <<Survival>> skill. As it was, the jacket simply added to the ensemble. Drawing closer, she caught the sound of his voice rising over the holiday din. He spoke excitedly, with a sort of cadence she had rarely seen him use. At first, it was concern that ghosted across her face. But as she finally began to understand what was happening, amusement warmed her cheeks, and danced in her eyes as she approached. She toyed with the idea of completely humiliating her friend, but decided against it. Later, she promised herself, she would rib him about the exchange. Instead, she simply walked up to the small party, smiled, and lifted a single hand in greeting. "Hi there." @Baldur @Hikoru @Minako
  9. Lessa

    [PP - F16] The Most Dangerous Game

    "Nope," Lessa answered easily. "I haven't spent much time at all on this floor. So I'll be about useless when it comes to the ins and outs of this floor." At Janix's concerned expression, she hastily added, "But I've got plenty of experience exploring other ones. We're also fairly powerful players, Baldur especially." Lessa gave her companion a small nod of acknowledgement. "We'll be able to handle anything that comes our way." Her soft smile was warm and reassuring as she reached out to pat Janix's arm. Janix's returned expression was wobbly, and she gave a small sniff, but it was a start. As they walked, falling into a shaky silence, Lessa had time to reflect on what Baldur had said back at the tavern. It had been a very long time since she had heard him discuss her, and it tugged at Lessa's heart. Though she'd also lost someone, it had been to death. Tyger, however, had not met such a final end. Instead, she had simply disappeared, in what was most likely a conscious decision to abandon her boyfriend. Where Lessa could easily blame a boss battle, Baldur was left wondering why. And, perhaps in his moments of weakness, wondering what he had done wrong. The mere thought that he might blame himself upset her tremendously, but she had done her best to avoid the topic. "Hey." Janix's voice startled Lessa from her musings, and she blinked rapidly to return to the present. "Huh?" she asked dumbly. Pointing, Janix asked, "Do you see that?" Lessa followed Janix's finger, and went to say she didn't... but she did. Two thick palm trees were perched on the edge of a large expanse of foliage, bent together to create a sort of doorway. As the dense forest unrolled like a red carpet, Lessa expected to see ferns or something just past the trees. Instead, the scene seemed to shimmer a bit, as if she were looking at it from underwater. "That," she stated, "is not normal."
  10. Lessa

    [PP - F16] The Most Dangerous Game

    “AkariHime, you said?” Lessa wanted to make sure she had the pronunciation right. The foreign word stuck on her tongue, and her presentation was clumsy, but Janix still nodded. “Alright, good. Thank you.” She placed a hand lightly on Baldur’s arm, then said, “I’m going to step out, but I'll be right back.” With a nod to the grieving girl, Lessa ducked back into the glaring light and smokey air of the sixteenth floor. Summoning her HUD, she composed a brief message to her shopkeeper friend. The woman might grumble about having to close up shop, but under the circumstances, she could be counted on the check the monument for Janix's friend. Let me know what you find out, Lessa finished, before shooting the message off into cyberspace. Slipping back into the building, she saw that very little had changed in the couple minutes she was gone; both Baldur and Janix sipped at steaming mugs, and the latter looked as wrung-out as she had before. The sight of them squeezed at her heart, and she gulped in a deep breath of warm, sticky air before moving back to the pair. "Here's what I propose," she said by way of greeting. "We'll go look for AkariHime, right now. Janix, if you're feeling up to it, would you mind leading the way?" As if grounded by being given purpose, the other player's shoulders straightened. It was just a marginal shift, but it did not go unnoticed. "Uh-yeah," the girl confirmed, swiping at her tears as she stood. With a final glance between the two higher players, Janix disappeared through the door. Before continuing, Lessa snagged Baldur's arm and gently, conspiratorially, pulled him closer. "I have a friend checking the monument," she told him, "but I don't have high hopes. I figured we could walk with her for a while, and then break the news?" Lessa's brows furrowed together in mixed parts concern and pity before she added, "I just don't want her to be alone for this. I know how it feels."
  11. Lessa

    [F01-PP] Of Iron and Fire

    A light blush bloomed across Lessa's face, warming despite the air's slight cool. As the color rose, she took a brief moment to recognize how odd the sensation was. Was she embarrassed? When had she last felt that way? "Well," she began slowly, gaze dropping to study Riker. The massive canine leaned against her leg, relishing in the sensation of her long fingers scratching behind his ear. "I can't claim to know everything, especially when it comes to World War I. But I'm a stockpile of useless knowledge, and maybe I know a few things you haven't learned yet." When she glanced up again, it was with a small, shy smile. "I'm always up for talking about history, and maybe we could both teach each other." Then, "If you're interested, I mean." Returning to his earlier statement, she turned to gaze out over the slowly shifting virtual sky. The colors were alluring, and she was easily lulled into watching them for extended periods of time. As such, as she plunged into her own thoughts, a moment of silence fell between them. It broke only when she said, "I do like studying that sort of thing. The cause and effect. It's neat, when you consider how big of an impact one person, or one event can have. That ripple effect can be sort of reassuring, when you're feeling really insignificant." @Bismarck
  12. Lessa

    [PP - F16] The Most Dangerous Game

    “Thank you,” she drawled, ducking past him into the dimly lit room. Parallels could be drawn between this building and the TARDIS, Lessa decided, as it was definitely bigger on the inside. A dozen people or so milled around roughly build tables and chairs, and Lessa blinked away her surprise. “Well,” she began, her voice a hushed, conspiratorial whisper, “it’s a caveman tavern.” Most of the patrons appeared to be locals, based on their dress, and the way that they clumped together companionably. One individual, however, stood out. Her bright pink light armor shone like a beacon among the dull, earthy-tones. A rapier dangled from her thin hips, and her knee-high boots gleamed in the flickering candlelight. More telling, however, was the fact she was nearly hysterical. “Seriously, can no one help me?” Her willowy arms were wrapped about herself, a comforting hug that didn’t seem to be working. “No one at all?” The man she addressed, a native behind the bar, turned his back. The simple action drew a whine of despair from the player, and a pull on Lessa’s heart. “Poor thing,” the blonde breathed, before stepping forward. When she spoke to the frantic female, she used the same tactics she might on a spooky horse. With her hands extended reassuringly, and voice low and steady, she said, “Hey there. What’s going on?” The other girl rounded on Lessa, green eyes wide and shimmering like wet emeralds. “I need help,” she countered. “Can you help me?” Lessa gave the soft, warm smile of a concerned friend. “I can try. Here.” As she continued to speak, Lessa led the overwrought player to the nearest chair. “Why don’t you sit down, and tell me what’s going on.” Nodding, the woman allowed herself to be led, and dropped obediently into the chair. “I don’t really know-“ she began hesitantly. “Why don’t we start with your name?” “Oh, right.” Through the tears, she managed a small, sniffly smile. “My name is Janix.” Lessa nodded. “Perfect. Nice to meet you, Janix. I’m Lessa, and this is my best friend, Baldur.” The girl lifted her hand in a pathetic attempt at a greeting, then let it drop back into her lap. “I have a best friend too,” she commented, almost conversationally. “She’s missing.” Pieces began to fall into place as Lessa recalled the discussion between the natives in the street. “Okay, how long has she been gone?” The girl loosed a small, one-shouldered shrug. “I don’t know exactly. Maybe a week? We always meet once a week for lunch, on the fourth floor, but she didn’t show up this time. I thought maybe she forgot, or she was busy, but when I pulled up my friends list-“ Janix fell silent, and immediately, Lessa’s chest tightened. That sentence didn’t have to be finished for Lessa to know her friend’s name was gone. That was very rarely a good sign. “There are a few reasons for that,” the blonde reassured the distraught woman. “I had a friend get mad at me, a long time ago, and he removed me from his list out of anger. Did you two have a fight?” Janix shook her head, sending her amber curls cascading over her shoulder. “Nuh-uh. We’ve been great. We always find time for each other, which is why I’m so scared. I’ve been going floor to floor, trying to find her, but no one can help me.” Her voice hitched and broke on the last sentence, and Lessa fought the urge to wrap the tiny girl in an embrace.
  13. Lessa

    [F01-PP] Of Iron and Fire

    There was gratitude in the small smile she offered him. It would have been easy to throw a pity party, or slip back into the pessimism and darkness, but he did neither. Instead, he continued to discuss her educational journey - in the present tense. Though he was a complete stranger, and she knew very little about him, she could admire that small bit of kindness. "Michigan State," she answered easily, though the thought of it caused a lump in her throat. She paused to swallow around it, and then continued. "Same school that generations of my family members, on both sides, went to. I'll be the first teacher though, which is kind of cool." At her side, the wolf gave a massive yawn, accompanied by a high-pitched whine. Once more, she was reminded of an annoyed toddler with difficulties waiting patiently. Absentmindedly, Lessa reached a hand down to pat the canine's head. "Anyway," she concluded, "enough about me." It was here that players had to tread carefully. They were, after all, still in a virtual world. Not everyone wished to discuss their real lives. This seemed to be even more true as the years passed, when players grew even more detached from the lives they once lived. Many find comfort in forgetting, experiencing pain at the thought of what was lost. For Lessa, it was just an odd sort of numbness. "It's neat that you're interested in history. Are you studying it?" @Bismarck
  14. Lessa

    [SP - F7] Magic Mountain

    "Oh." I swung my gaze back to the path, continuing my search for mats as we picked our way along the mountain. I could feel her gaze on me, and the heat of it prickled my skin. She was waiting for me to say more, I could tell that much. When I did not oblige her, the girl loosed a heavy sigh. "Look," she began. There was hesitation in her tone, and I could tell she was selecting her words with deliberate care. "I took him off my friends list because we had an argument, alright? And I was angry. Maybe you don't understand how that feels, since you're so stoic and all, but it was a moment of weakness. I overreacted." Her comment might have given me cause for offense, but it was difficult to keep the small smile from slipping through. "Stoic?" I repeated. "You think I'm stoic?" This time, she said nothing. I could only imagine the storm clouds swirling in her eyes, and I figured I'd save her some trouble. "You're wrong about me, you know."