Jomei

Jomei wasn't sure what to say, let alone what to make of Hirru's predicament. He had never heard of anyone losing their memory after a full dive. Though with 10,000 people logging in using the new technology, he supposed it could have been possible. The only reason he knew how the Nerve Gear worked was from the instruction manual, but all of the science and possibly complications that could come from using it? Only the engineers behind it would really know. WIP

Jomei receives: King's Core (1) | [245847b] Blessing of the Wood (1) | [221413]

Teeth bite into his forearm, searing his skin as they sunk deeper The resounding hiss, like meat dropped on a hot pan, was much more sickening when it was your own skin and muscles burning. Magma oozed from the corners of its mouth like saliva, dribbling onto the ginger and the rock around him. Setting his shoulder region ablaze, Jomei ripped his arm free before it could cause any more damage to him. Thankfully enough, with all the dramatics of it landing an attack on Jomei, the damage wasn't enough to burn much past his battle healing. The underside of his cloak would pulse, the filigre

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“I could definitely go for a drink after this is done.” He would peek over his shoulder to where others fought off Spectral Knights and waves of tentacle ridden monsters. “That is.. if we even get the chance. These things have been relentless.” He would sigh heavily before steeing his resolve, as Baldur had pointed out, the finish line was in sight. “Nice work everyone!” Jomei would call to his group as he readied himself for what, hopefully, would be one last attack. Instead of attempting to move through the mud, he stood in wait for the knight to make its move. He taunted the vaguely huma

Getting a little bit of assistance up onto his feet was definitely appreciated, though unexpected. And if it wasn't for the familiar voice, followed by the even more familiar clanging of armor plates with every step, he would have been a bit more caught off guard. His olive gaze turned upon Lessa and a smile found his lips as he felt his woes wash away. She was just as filthy, worn out and exhausted as he was, but there was no sigs of damage. The two were separated briefly as they stumbled upon a group of players who needed assistance. Lessa helped with healing their wounded, while Jomei kept

Jomei's torso twisted, the elongated, blade-like fingers of the Spectral Knight ripping through the green cloth at his chest, but missing the skin. The spectral warrior clad in a spectral armored shell and its spectral blade fingers that shimmer with spectral energy. This spectral being shifts through torrential downpours and spectral mists, bound to a spectral realm between life and death, its every move echoing with a spectral chill. It looked at the ginger, spectrally, of course, though Jomei's olive gaze shot towards Mari. "Wh- Jail?!" It was only then he remembered the orange crysta

Jomei the emerald duelist Midnight, possibly, or close to it. The suns light had faded hours ago and the red canopy that made up the Fire Forest were a much less brilliant color in the dull moonlight. Branches swayed in the wind, the rustling of their leaves sounding very much like the pattering of rain - a sound that he had grown sick of after countless days fighting off wave after wave of monsters on the 29th floor. Jomei needed a break, even if just a day, just some time to rest and recuperate. None of them would be able to continue

"I have a weapon that can do holy damage" Jomei said with a nod, as he lifted a hand to search through his inventory. Making sure Fragarach was still nestled nicely within the confides of his virtual pockets, he would close the menus once more. "Since we were able to take down this bear pretty easily, I'm sure the next boss shouldn't be too difficult either. Might be able to swap out some of my new equipment for my old stuff. As long as we take it out quickly, we won't be in too deep without a full tank build." "But you may be right about holding off for now, I know we've all got our han

Jomei barked a laugh, and his rain soaked, raised eyebrows told enough of how he felt about their predicament without need for explanation. "Lately, more often than I'd like." The ginger would groan at the squelch of his boots in the mud as he shifted his feet. "Eugh." His tall boots felt just as useless as his hood in this weather, the muck and rain still saturating him to his core. "Why does this floor have to be so miserable?" His eyes glanced up from the ground to Mari once more, offering an apologetic smile. "Sorry that you're big re-debut is.. this" he gestures with a hand to the r

"Are you kidding me? Was Lessa repeating herself, or did the wine hit his system faster than he was used to? Since when had he become such a lightweight. It took a short moment for the room to stop spinning after she had shaken him up like a soda can to get her point across... ..what was her point again? He was a bit distracted when tavern returned to its rightful state, though the space between Lessa and himself had definitely gotten smaller. Much smaller. The breath he had planned to exhale caught within his lungs as he caught her gaze, diving head first into the cerulean po

Opening his mouth to speak, instinctually wanting to argue Baldur's leadership claim, he would hold his tongue and offer an appreciative smile instead. "I'm looking forward to it, especially if it gives me an excuse to hang around your estate more. I didn't spend enough time in the onsen last time. Not sure if I'm ready to learn the way of the katana though." he teased his friend. Though there was a bit of seriousness in his statement. That onsen though.. chef's kiss. It was back to business, and the group discussed strategy. It seemed that both Hirru and Baldur had taken on this bo

"Hm, guess we're just fighting to the sound of pattering rain then." the ginger chuckled, before quickly returning the violin to his hip. Holding the intricately crafted bow in front of him, a flick of the wrist to his side would force the weapon to elongate. "Alright, get ready!" Hopping down from his position, his boots would hit the mire and muck before he rushed at the almost fluid form of the mercury-like knight. He struggled to pick up speed, each step felt like the ground was trying to pull him beneath the surface, but he pushed on. The long blade of Vicious Mockery illuminated wi

Jomei the emerald duelist Gasp Knees sunk into the mud as his body nearly collapsed. Propped up slightly by his rapier, jabbed into the ground where a monster he had slain took their last breath. How long had he been fighting for? With finally a brief moment to catch his breath, Jomei shook his head. "I.." he barely managed to get out. "I don't.." "I don't know how much longer I can do this." It was hard to admit, though he was sure if anyone was listening, they would agree. Morale was low, they were all exhausted, but everyone

Jomei the emerald duelist When was the last time he had a full night's rest, a meal he actually enjoyed - not just something for necessity. Was there a day in the past (few) month(s) where he hadn't trudged home, clothes still soaked from the never-ending storms of this horrific floor? Did he even remember the last time he showered? He could sleep when this was over, bathe, actually enjoy the few things in this world that brought him job. He was a frontline fighter, like the rest of his squad. They had a job to do, despite how much