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  • Birthday 02/22/1993

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  1. Teion

    [PP-F2-NK] All In, The Rebirth ~ Team A

    Ryo's words of encouragement prompted a smile to appear on her face, and she let out a small chuckle as she recovered from the emotional release. She gave his hand a squeeze, and nodded. "Right, let's." Before Teion had the chance to wipe her cheek with her free hand and banish the last of the stains that the tears had left on them, she felt a sensation much like a scrap of fine sandpaper drawing up along the skin on her face. She didn't know what was more unsettling--the feeling itself, or the odd familiarity of it. A chill ran up her spine. Teion's eyes widened and a tiny, instinctual squeal sounded from her throat as she jumped. She moved even closer to Ryo, pressing herself against his frame and wrapping her arms behind his neck. As she turned to look over her shoulder to find what had so abruptly invaded her personal space, the only thing missing from the reaction was Teion's legs in his arms for him to be holding her bridal-style. Having hopped from his perch, a set of five ruby-red eyes blinked back up at her, the same shadowy cat that had snuck up on her in the same manner back on the fourteenth floor. "Nngah! Wait, you--What the hell are you doing here?" She demanded of the familiar, her shoulders relaxing slightly as she recognized the creature. Jinx's ears turned back, his mouth stretching into a wide yawn. Teion bent down, her fingers passing harmlessly through the thin, bright red runic symbols that hovered around his solid black fur to grab the scruff of his neck. She cast a glance back to Ryo and quickly took note of his expression, her lips pressing together as she realized an explanation was in order. "Oh, uhm. It followed me and Hestia like...what, a month ago?" The realization of her own words caused her to turn her head back to the demonic cat still in her grasp. "Have you been here the whole time?!" With a shake of her head, Teion released the cat and slid her hand down Ryo's arm to find his hand again. Her fingers shifted to slide them past the space between his. Left at her feet, the cat gave a quick shake of his head and rubbed up against her leg, flicking his tail through the air and walking over to the man beside her and doing the same. Teion's eyes had just settled on the air vent where Ryo had entered the attic from, thinking that to be their best means of getting out and finding their friends. But before they'd left to search, Teion's eyes widened in sudden remembrance. "Wait, oh my God, Noot. Noot was here with me!" Her head turned to the rest of the largely-empty attic, scanning and straining against the darkness for the little penguin. "One of the shadows took him from me... Oh, no." She tensed up. In losing the makeshift lifeline to her friend, she'd lost what was essentially his child. Unlike the indifferent cat at her feet, all she could imagine was the helpless baby Noot, alone and terrified.
  2. "And maybe you should stop addressing everyone else like they're beneath you!" The words that slipped out matched Aereth's volume and temper, and for the moment after they left her, Teion felt a chill of regret. The feeling when you said something that you know you shouldn't have. But it was far too late to take it back, and the look of disgust cemented in Aereth's expression was too challenging to ignore. The grip on the handle of the axe that she held on an angle in front of her tightened, and she welled every ounce of courage she could find. She took a few steps forward. A handful of strides was all it took to bring herself close enough to him and make herself heard without projecting to the room as a whole. "Look, I don't know where we stand anymore, and I for one would love to find out." Though her choice of words might imply it, there was no sarcasm to be found in her tone. "But I'd appreciate if you didn't insult me or my friends for showing some basic decency." Teion released the grip of her right hand, letting the weight of her axe's head swing down in front of her. In one smooth motion, she drove the top of her weapon into the ground, cracking the smooth tiles beside her feet with the weight and force behind it. "Empathy and compassion are not stupidity." She stated firmly. "If anyone here was set on letting their emotions get them killed, I don't think they'd have made it this far. I know you think it's you against the world, but have a little faith in the rest of us, won't you?" With that, she felt the fingers of her free hand, hanging at her side, trembling softly. She reversed her hold on the polearm standing beside her with the other, hefting the large axe back up as she pivoted to face the rest of the Council. Just that short confrontation had drained her, but she paused before passing Aereth by completely. Lowering her voice, she kept her eyes straight ahead. "There's a lot to talk about, and I'm ready for it now. But if you'd rather I f*ck off, I get it. Just, let me know, so I stop trying. Please." Teion's Action Players' Stats
  3. Teion

    [PP-F2-NK] All In, The Rebirth ~ Team A

    The attic grew quiet within seconds. The light that seeped through from the opened air vent was dim in the large space, but it was enough to quell Teion's fear. Her heavy breathing, paired with Ryo's, was all that was left to fill the silence, and the sense that they were finally left alone washed over her. Teion's eyes found him, and her chest tightened as if she could feel her heart squeezing and squirming inside of it. She stopped for a moment, expression mixed and fresh tears threatening the corners of her eyes while the stains on her cheeks hadn't yet fully dried. It was over, but it wasn't. An overwhelming anxiety gripped at her, and she could practically feel her stomach turn as her mind played back what the shadows had shown her. Was any of it real? The creature that followed Ryo here to the attic, what was left of its human face--it was that woman. In seconds, she realized how little she knew about the man standing across from her. The pieces of themselves that they didn't want to share. The worst sides of themselves that, in one way or another, still threatened to torment them. Then she recalled the dagger as it ran him through. The haunting cries of pain as blood soaked into the carpet below. And her legs moved on their own, carrying her to him. Teion threw her arms around Ryo's shoulders, holding him tightly as if to assure herself that he wouldn't disappear into the shadows as well. Her frame shuddered slightly as she cried, burying her face against Ryo's neck. "God, are--are you okay?" She pulled away after a short while, just enough for her hands to pull forward and palms to rest on either side of his face. Her blue eyes locked with his gold, and she left just enough time for him to give her an answer before pulling his face closer. She locked her lips with his for several long seconds before allowing herself to pull away, her movements slower and less desperate once she'd found the solace of his presence.
  4. A deep breath in, and a steady breath out. Things were going just fine, Teion told herself. Besides the ocassional clash between other DPS-roles and one member of the Elven party, there wasn't much damage going out. And it certainly didn't seem to be anything the healers of the raid couldn't handle. Macradon shot out more orders--now they were to focus on the cutlass user who dashed through the battlefield, picking on whoever he saw fit. 'But why?' She couldn't help but internally groan. Some other players had tried going for the little robed one--the healer. But hardly anyone else had followed suit to focus him, and the child was back up to full just as quickly. Teion's brows narrowed. She didn't like the discord, but she could hardly argue. Things were going just fine, after all. Gripping the handle of her axe in front of her, her shoulders dropped, and she overheard Domarus' reply to their red-and-white party leader. "Yeah, same." She said in a small voice, hardly audible over the clashes of battle. She assumed Aereth's katana exceled in single-target damage, but the brunette seemed to be struggling to land a solid blow. If they were on better terms, Teion might have laughed. Nudged his arm, and teased him. But the thought alone sent a pang of anxiety shooting through her, and her chest tightened. She shook her head. The time for desperate attempts at repairing relationships and rebuilding burnt bridges was any but now. She readied herself, dragging the sole of her boot a few inches across the stone beneath her before rushing forward for another set of wide, sweeping attacks. Teion's Actions Player Stats
  5. Teion

    [PP-F6] Coming to Terms (Teion)

    Ryo's startled reaction chained to Teion, and she tensed up while her eyes fell on the cackling old woman. "Glinda?" Teion repeated, a brow cocking while she wore a half-amused smirk. "Well, good call on the Witch Hut." She gave Ryo's hand a tiny squeeze and looked everything over again. She watched as the NPC emptied an unmarked vial into a bubbling cauldron, making a face a moment later when she had leaned in just close enough to glimpse at the questionable concoction she stirred. "Familiars?" Once again, she echoed, frowning with curiosity. She'd seen more than a handful of the creatures--tamed beasts following players around. Most of them seemed to give some sort of edge in combat, and a lot of people seemed to be keen on having some sort of companion besides. Teion's head tilted a couple of inches to one side. "Ah, yeah, you can get one of them just about anywhere, right?" The question was rhetorical, but then she turned her attention back to Ryo with one that would have expected an answer. "I dunno about the whole famous witch thing, but," She shrugged, "You want one?" A thought was quick to enter Teion's mind, and she fought off a laugh a second later. Just imagining some kind of house-pet bothering Pennyworth was terribly amusing.
  6. Teion

    [F7/F5] Blacksmithing Nightmare

    With the soft notes of Hestia's guitar serving as background music to the clangs of Teion's hammer striking hot metal, the smith had forgotten how much she missed the tune of an instrument. Back home she almost always had a pair of earbuds on whenever she left her apartment, and her playlists were often what got her through the workday. In Aincrad, that was just one of many ways daily life changed, and she suddenly felt a touch of envy at those who had chosen the Performer profession. Try as she might, she never kept up with the few instruments she learned how to play, and so the thought hadn't struck her any further in the virtual world. But now, listening to Hestia's strumming as she worked, she felt the desire to stop at a Performer's shop--maybe even inquire with the plate-wearer herself--for a few crystals she might be able to use to fill the silence. Though, knowing her, she'd probably make an unhealthy habit of collecting them once she'd started. The day continued to pass, and eventually with the help of a couple more trinkets from Hestia's own inventory, the items she had requested were complete and up to par. After setting down her tools and handing over the last piece of equipment, Teion brought up a hand to wipe across her brow. She had been less than satisfied with a lot of her attempts, and she'd likely be leaving her forge alone for the next couple of days if for no other reason than the lingering frustration of sub-optimal work. Well, there we go. Hope you get some good use out of it before you get another idea to change your whole build around." Teion teased with a light smirk. Thread Complete! Teion: +1 SP, +200 col Hestia: +1 SP, +200 col
  7. Teion

    [PP-F2-NK] All In, The Rebirth ~ Team A

    Teion's boots scraped against the floor. She writhed and wriggled, trying desperately to free herself. Grunts of effort mixed with cries and screams as she begged for it all to stop. She was trembling, her body shuddering as she fought against not only the force that held her to the floor, but also the crushing weight that suffocated her heart and mind, telling her to give up. "After all, do you really think you could keep going if you lost another one?" The whisper was back, tickling at her ear. If she stopped fighting, it might hurt less. If she just submitted, maybe it would get bored. Maybe it would finally just kill her. A loud bang cut through the stale attic air, and a familiar voice called out after the sounds of another scuffle with the crash of furniture slamming into the ground and breaking. Dim light spilled in front the vent that Ryo had burst through, illuminating just enough of the attic for Teion to see the two forms that had joined her. "R-Ryo...?" Her voice was rough and weak, and full of disbelief besides. The woman's head turned, her cheek pressing against the dusty floorboards as she blinked through the tears to see what looked like Ryo standing across from...something. Was it a person, or a monster? She couldn't make sense of anything anymore. But its words reached her ears, followed by Ryo's shaky denials against it. Her eyes went wide again, forced again to listen as her precious person was tormented in front of her. A spark ignited inside of her. Teion grit her teeth hard, leaning her right shoulder forward to drive it against the attic floor. It didn't matter what was real or fake anymore. Anyone--anything--that dared to hurt him could rot in the deepest level of hell. She slid her knees against the ground, bringing them closer to her. The hand that had been pinned under her slipped away, finding the back of her head and grasping at the shadowy hand that gripped her hair, digging her nails into the half-solid substance. She jerked her body suddenly, twisting to try and turn herself over, but the hold on her other wrist yanked upwards to twist her arm and she was slammed back into the attic floor. A tiny cry escaped her, but the sound was quickly followed by a different screech from immediately behind her. The hold on her vanished, the creature receding in a hurry, and Teion's eyes blinked open to meet a set of five bright red eyes, staring at something over her. "What is that!? That--demon is not ours! You--" The shadowy monster was appalled by the familiar sitting beside Teion, but she had been given the window of opportunity that she had been fighting for. She pushed to her feet, breaking out into a run. She shot for the half-woman that laughed, sneered, and taunted Ryo, turning her torso to slam her shoulder into the figure. She shoved her aside as hard as she could manage, taking the few steps until her back crashed into the attic wall. Teion shifted, her hand finding the woman's throat as she was driven well past her breaking point. She stared daggers into its monstrous face, hot tears still streaming down her cheeks. "Stay away from him." She growled, filled with rage, hurt, and a fierce sense of protection. Her grip tightened, and she pulled the monster forward just to shove her back against the wall with another thud. "Just leave him alone! F*ck your games, f*ck your mansion, f*ck your stupid kid!" She shouted. "I'm not letting you, or anyone else f*ck this up!" Her body shuddered as the adrenaline that had shot through her had run its course. Her anger was giving way to fear. Her heart pounded and her breathing was short.
  8. Teion

    [PP-F2-NK] All In, The Rebirth ~ Team A

    Teion made another face as the child's demeanor turned from calm and innocent to unwieldy and violent. She exchanged another quick glance with Jevi as she hurriedly scooped Noot up in her arms once the little penguin had escaped the boy's clutches. "Yeah, I'm cool with that." She said, the higher pitch of her voice indicating that she was about as done with this place as the brunette. She flinched as the screeching of shadows filled the room and pierced their ears, threatening them for even associating with the child. Glad to oblige the demon's request, Teion's eyes widened as the many dolls fell to the floor, their bodies beginning to twitch and contract as new life filled them. "Okay yeah, no, run." She took more urgency in Jevi's suggestion, turning and bolting for the door. The dolls were alarmingly fast once they found their way to their feet, chasing the women out of the room. Darting down the hall, Teion's heart pounded inside of her chest as she worked to find an escape. Her efforts were too quickly and too conveniently rewarded as she spotted a narrow staircase lowered from the ceiling, but with a small army of murder toys scrambling across the floor behind her, she had little choice. Hurrying up the stairs, a wave of regret was quick to wash over her as the stairway to the attic folded back up and snapped shut behind her. "Wait--Sh*t!" She cursed after turning to kneel back down to the locked entrance. With one arm holding Noot close, her hand shot out to blindly press against the dirty floorboards. Everything went quiet, and Noot's small cries were the only thing to mix with Teion's heavy breathing. Anxiety filled her frozen frame, wide eyes darting as they desperately tried to make something out in the darkness. "No, God no, why do I have to get stuck here of all places..." She whispered. "My, oh my, this sweet little girl is filled to the brim with so many delicious fears." Another voice cut through the silence to shoot a fresh wave of fear through Teion. She turned, unable to get herself to move any further. "What is it about the dark that you hate so much, hmm? I quite like it, you know. Plenty of places to hide..." It was as if the voice was moving throughout the room, but it carried neither footsteps nor wind as it circled around her. Teion felt something brush against the bare skin of her shoulder, and she let out a short scream as she pushed away, crashing into the floor with the sudden movement. Had she imagined it? She wasn't sure. Her breath grew shaky as the disembodied voice continued to taunt her. "Oh, but there's so much more that your afraid of. This is just...child's play." It sneered, a sadistic chuckle filling the air. She pushed herself back up to her knees with one trembling hand. But no sooner had she shifted her body than a tight grip took hold of her left wrist, causing Teion to wince in discomfort. Her arm was lifted, and she was yanked first to her feet, then forward. Though she couldn't see, she felt a presence looming over her, and the smell of stale alcohol burned her nostrils. A chill ran up her spine as a terrifying memory was recreated. Teion pulled against the figure's hold, but it held a vice grip on her to keep her in place. "No--f*ck, let--let go of me!" Her broken shouts were scared and desperate. Rather than accomodate her plea, the hold on her wrist turned to wrench her arm. She winced, her body easily giving way as the figure turned her around and bent her elbow to hold her wrist against her back. The feeling of fingers wrapping around her opposite arm caused Teion to jerk again, to no avail. Suddenly, the form of the small penguin in her hold vanished, as if Noot had been plucked away from her grasp. Her eyes widened again, and a new ripple of panic filled her. "Noot? Noot, give him back!" She reached out to grope at the darkness as she pulled forward, but she was quickly punished for the outburst as what felt like a hand took hold of the back of her head. Between the force pushing down on her and another wrench on her arm, Teion was forced to her knees, her forehead hitting the floor. Grimacing, her eyes opened. She had expected to see nothing, but instead her vision was greeted by a snippet of what she could only assume was the lower floor. She barely recognized the mansion's elaborate hall, but what held her attention was the two figures standing before her. Ryo stood, with his back against the wall, facing a woman with pale maroon hair spilling over her shoulders. Her hands ran over him, fingers tracing over his chest, past his shoulders as she drew herself closer to him until their bodies were practically pressing against one another. Teion's brows narrowed, turned, and her eyes searched the scene she was shown. What was going on? Who was that woman, and what was she doing? What was Ryo doing? She watched as the stranger leaned in further, bringing her lips to his ear. She whispered something, and a second later her lips pressed against his. Teion felt her stomach turn. Tears began to well at the corners of her eyes, and a heavy lump formed in her throat that prevented any sound from escaping her. She bit down on her lip. Would Ryo push her away? Would he be angry? She felt her chest tightening, her heart contorting inside of it as she watched his hands slide around her waist. Teion choked, the first droplets falling as she weakly struggled against the grips that held her down. "Aww, what's the matter, sweetie?" The voice was back to taunt her. "You thought it was that simple? Did you think you'd really found 'the one'?" Sarcasm dripped from its words. "You forgot how damaged you are. There isn't enough patience in this world to deal with all of your...issues." The voice suddenly pulled itself closer, until it was whispering beside her ear. "Your jealousy. Your insecurity. Your insufferable need for validation." Teion wrenched her eyes shut. She couldn't take it anymore, she couldn't watch this, she couldn't listen to this. But the sound of something else below her sent another chill down her spine, and her eyes flew open once more. Ryo grunted in pain before coughing, droplets of blood dotting the hall carpet. At his side, the woman clutched the hilt of a dagger she had driven into him, holding it steady for a long moment before she would tear it away. Another scream of pain as the wound opened, and Ryo fell to his knees. Teion's blood ran cold, and she began to struggle again. "Ryo... No!" She grit her teeth. The woman knelt over him, stopping a moment. Was she taunting him? She twirled the dagger in her hand before bringing its sharpened tip to the back of his far shoulder. She pressed it against him, burying the edge into his skin and dragging, slowly, across the width of his back. Tortured screams reached her ears again, and the tears flowed freely. "Ryo! Leave him alone! You b*tch!" She yelled, writhing and fighting against the forces that held her down. Her sobs mixed with grunts of effort and frustration, turning to cries and screams as she was held, made to watch her love's torture while the life slowly drained from him.
  9. Teion

    [PP-F2-NK] All In, The Rebirth ~ Team A

    Jevi's light-hearted approach to the situation did well to keep Teion at ease. Or at least, kept her from being any more jumpy after she had entered the room. She brought up a hand to the back of her neck while her head tilted to one side, feeling a bit flustered now. Alone, in a creepy children's room with a near-stranger nestled cozily in the corner of a massive mansion that was positively out to kill them and all of their friends. She frowned when Jevi confirmed that Ryo was gone, but at least she confirmed his safety after the two had been dragged away by the possessed plantlife. She sighed lightly, dropping her hand back to her side when Jevi's demeanor changed, offering her an apology for the rough treatment she had used to get her away from the demented vines earlier. Now it was Teion's turn to chuckle. "Hey, you did what you had to do." Her way of telling the other blacksmith not to worry about the exchange. "Oh, uhm," Teion was about to explain what she meant by her odd question, but a tiny voice interrupted her thoughts. She blinked, caught completely off-guard by the small frame of a child that now stood before them. She made a face, stealing a concerned glance towards Jevi when all attention was drawn toward the penguin familiar. Teion tensed up, wanting to stop Noot from getting close to the strange child, but her hands stopped after they had picked up in front of her when the little Noot took the initiative to show the boy affection. Her lips pursed, uncertainty filling her as she was suddenly at a loss. The boy's whole story was unnerving, but he himself didn't seem to be a threat. "Uhm, uhh. About that..." She took slow, hesitant steps forward, kneeling down and holding her hands out to invite Noot back to her. "We're trying to find his dad right now, so I can't leave him here, sorry." She feared that the boy might fuss, or start crying at the thought of having a potential 'toy' taken away from him.
  10. Teion

    [PP-F2-NK] All In, The Rebirth ~ Team A

    The tiny, wooden creaking noises fell into a pattern once Noot got the hang of swaying his little body back and forth to move the toy, and as a result Teion naturally blocked the sound out. She was too fixated on other things in the room: the trinkets and decor that laid about, and most notable the intricately-crafted dolls that sat upon their bookcase. Her fingers reached out, moving to take the edge of a tiny dress between them to stroke the fabric, when the sound of a sigh spilling into the air behind her caused the woman to jump with a start. Teion spun around, shoulders pressing up against the shelves and eyes wide as she didn't know what to expect. What had snuck up behind her? Another shadowy creature, or some other monster? What malicious thing stood in the doorway to block her escape? But rather than some evil fiend out to bring her harm, Teion met eyes with the taller, tanned woman on the other side of the room. She took a second for the panic to fade, and she let out a sigh of her own. "Good lord, you scared me..." She mumbled as the tension drained. Suddenly memory and realization replaced it, and her eyes darted to Jevi's sides, and over her shoulder. The brunette looked unharmed. Maybe shaken up a bit, just like the rest of them surely were at this point, but she wasn't hurt. "Where's Ryo? Is he with you?" She questioned. Then another memory kicked in. She saw others on this floor, split between this room and another, but they managed to vanish into thin air. Teion's brows narrowed, suddenly filled with suspicion at the woman's legitimacy. "And...dumb question, but are you real?"
  11. Teion

    [PP-F2-NK] All In, The Rebirth ~ Team A

    Teion climbed the rest of the tall staircase slowly, with a new sense of caution. The impact of the statue slamming into her back had knocked more than a few health points off of her, and so the threat of danger felt all the more real. Noot's distressed cries and whimpers had her petting the penguin's feathered head as she held him close to her chest, trying to soothe the small animal as she kept her eyes open and alert. "Shhh, it's okay Little Noot. We'll find your dad and get out of here." She said in a soft voice as she reached the top of the wide staircase. "As long as you're still here..." She muttered. Noot's existence in her arms was enough to convince Teion that Spencer was still alive. As much as she hated to think of the little penguin as a lifeline to her friend, she continued to hold him tightly as such. Her head turned to the right. Immediately, she spotted a group of players at the far end of the hall. Breaking off from the group, the ends of the sister's blonde hair disappeared through an open door, with the familiar frame of Hestia following after. "Ah, hey!" She called out too late, with only the sound of the bedroom door swinging shut to answer her. Teion frowned in dissatisfaction, but carried herself down the hall to reach the rest of the players. She felt a chill running down her spine when a figure passed by her left at that same moment, and the woman froze in place. A shadowy body, wearing an eerie golden grin with the shape of upturned eyes that seemed to sparkle with menacing delight. It turned as it walked past her, giving Teion a wave and bringing a finger in front of its mouth, motioning for her to keep quiet while it walked towards her friends. The group had just pushed open another door sitting at the end of the hall, and the shadowy monster rapidly picked up its pace as they filed in. "W-wait!" She found her voice, breaking out into a run after the shadow began to charge for the door as it swung shut. Before the latch had sounded its click, the shadow's form distorted, turning into a dark mass that threw itself against the wood and crawled inside, slinking past the barrier before slamming the door shut. Teion reached it seconds later, clutching Noot in her left arm and reaching out to throw the door back open with her right. Panicked, the woman barged into the room, only to find... Nobody. The large bedroom she had entered was silent, devoid of any life she could see and absent of both the players and shadowy monster she had seen enter. Teion blinked in disbelief, her brows narrowed in confusion as she caught her breath from her sudden sprint. Her free hand moved slowly back to the penguin in her arms, cradling him again while she took slow, cautious steps forward. Bright pastels colored the walls, with paper cut-outs of flowers and charming insects hanging by thin wires from the ceiling on the other end of the room. Every piece of decor that her eyes ran over, from an over-sized chest full of toys to the massive bookcase housing an impressive number of hand-painted porcelain dolls, screamed that the room was designed for a child. If her adrenaline hadn't still been running high, she might have been more impressed. She took slow steps across the carpeted floor, her attention only caught when the little familiar in her grasp between to wiggle and squirm. "Hm?" She looked down to see Noot fixated on something in the corner of the room, his little wings flapping as he waved towards it. She cocked a brow, spotting the lacquered wooden horse. The corner of her mouth turned up slightly, and she walked over to set Noot on its painted saddle. The baby penguin chirped excitedly, using all of his little body's weight to push the rocking horse into motion. Teion chuckled, leaving him be for a moment and turning her attention to the side, focusing back on the wide bookcase that reached to the tall ceiling. She stared, eyes running across each of the intricate dolls. They were beautiful, she thought. Obviously cared for by hand rather than manufactured en masse, she began to wonder if their clothes were so thoughtfully stitched as well. She reached out a hand, hesitantly moving to try and feel the fabric of one doll's sky-blue dress.
  12. Teion took a moment to process, rubbing at her temple with her free hand. So, everyone else was gone. Attacked, or splitting off to find their way out of this madhouse. Feeling and registering the unfamiliar weight of the katana her right hand still clutched, she frowned and opened her menus. The weapon's sheathe was surely still sitting on Ryo's belt, and she preferred not to occupy a hand while she searched for its owner. With the katana safely stored away, Teion begrudgingly nodded, going over Kairi's suggestion once more in her head. "Yeah, not bad. Not like we have much of a choice, and I'm sure as hell not standing around down here." She sighed in residual frustration at the mess they had all found themselves in. "What was your name? Sorry, I'm Teion." She sloppily introduced herself, bringing a hand up to the back of her neck as she tilted her head to one side. "I'm not actually in your guild, but I'm, uhh. Friendly with a few of them." With the situation pressing, she kept things short and sweet. Her head moved to motion Kairi up the stairs, where she understood some of the others had willingly gone. "Anyway yeah, go ahead. If they stayed as a group those four should be easier to find." She waited until Kairi had disappeared up the main staircase. Painfully long seconds, while she wanted to march up the stairs past her to find Ryo. But first, she wanted to be alone. Just for a moment. When Kairi's footsteps disappeared and a silence settled over the foyer, Teion too two long strides to her right and brought her left knee up. In a fit of anger, the woman delivered a heavy roundhouse kick to the side of a bookcase, the front of her boot slamming into the dark oak surface with a loud thud. As expected, her outburst was rewarded only with the purple dialogue window to inform her that the object was Immortal, but there was another sound that reached her ears. A small "Noot!" that sounded positively frightened. Teion's eyes widened, her temper immediately draining when they landed on the trembling baby penguin, cowering in the corner beside the bookcase. "Oh my God, Little Noot," She knelt down and carefully reached out to the scared familiar, scooping him up in her arms and holding him close to her chest. "Ahh, did you get separated from Spencer?" Her brows knit with concern, and she frowned, looking back to the staircase over her shoulder. "Right, well. We'll find your dad soon, don't worry." She ran her fingers over the feathers atop his head to try and soothe him. With a baby familiar in tow, Teion made for the stairs. She hadn't made it more than two, however, when a clicking sound caught her attention. Teion turned, glancing over her shoulder to catch sight of a marbled bust swinging towards her. Teion tensed up, and she felt herself freeze up for far too long. She didn't have the agility to sidestep its path. Tightening her hold on Noot, she turned her back and the force of the trap collided with her avatar, easily knocking the woman over into the stairs. She twisted her torso, letting her shoulder slam into the staggered wood as she let out a short, involuntary cry at the chained impacts. With her body half-curled against the stairs as the statue slowly moved back into place in the center of the foyer, Teion panted lightly. She picked herself up slowly, thankful for the lack of pain receptors her body possessed. "You okay, buddy?" She made sure the penguin that clung to her was unharmed before she would push forward.
  13. "Hm?" Teion had just turned her eyes towards the distressed sound of Ryo's voice when the vine that the thorn she had been prodding belonged to flicked outwards, snapping around her wrist. She instinctively pulled back, and Ryo's katana was quick to slice through the outstretched appendage, freeing her as the severed vine writhed and dropped to the ground where it promptly shriveled into a lifeless mass. She took steps back as Ryo commanded them to flee to the mansion, as if it were any safer inside its walls than out. Then again, with more and more of the plants springing to life around them, it certainly didn't sound like a bad idea. Teion's right arm reached behind her, but where she intended to grab at the handled of her obsidian-toned battleaxe, her fingers groped at empty air. A moment of realization, and she cursed under her breath. As bulky as her weapon of choice was, she had banished her equipment to her inventory in favor of more comfortable clothing. Save for the silver, crescent-shaped hairpin sitting above her right temple, everything she had on her was basic and void of combat statistics. Then, without warning, a force slammed into her shoulder that threw her to the side. She hadn't even seen the set of vines that were shooting for her, now wrapping around Ryo in her place. But as she pushed herself up on her side to see the man entangled, Teion's eyes widened and a ripple of panic shot through her. "Ryo!" She called out his name. Just as she picked herself up to rush forward, he was dragged away from her. And then another figure yanked at her, one she had hardly registered until now. Without time to question Jevi's presence or identity, the strength of the woman's grip didn't allow for Teion's protests despite how strongly her instincts told her to try to pry herself away. Along the way, the glint of Gin Kin's steel caught her eye. Before they had abandoned the curved blade, Teion grabbed onto the wrapped hilt to pull it free from the earth. She finally got a moment to breathe, but no more than that, when the pair paused at the steps leading up to the mansion's entryway. Jevi offered her reassurance, or at least tried to, when she was silenced by their attackers. Teion bristled with a mixture of aggression and renewed panic, but before she could take any action to free the other blacksmith, the flat of Jevi's foot drove square into her torso. Knocked completely off balance, Teion fell backwards onto the wooden planks of the foyer. The woman tumbled, the momentum carrying her legs over her head until she had completed a very uncomfortable reverse-somersault, her knees crashing into the floor with a thud right before she let out a low groan. Her shoulder hugged the floor until she pushed herself up, taking a moment to regain her bearings and rid her head of the sudden dizziness. "Ryo... Ryo!" She mumbled, then called out his name again as she darted back to the doorway. The right side of her body pressed up against the doorframe as she leaned against it, her opposite hand curled into a fist that gave a frustrated strike against the wood as she scowled. The vines still lurked among the front of the house, as if daring her to step outside. Cobalt eyes followed several of its tendrils retreating upwards, past the banisters that stood in front of the door. She growled. "Like hell I'm letting some sh*tty haunted house take him away from me." The words were hissed under her breath. Turning back to the foyer, she finally stopped to take everything in. But, where was everyone? The girl with brown pigtails was the only player in sight, defensively wielding the large blade of a broadsword in both hands. Another person she didn't know, to be expected of an outing for a guild she was not a part of. "Err... What happened?" She asked hesitantly.
  14. A moment of tension was interrupted when Spencer's arms wrapped around the two players, bringing them all together in a tight hug. Teion chuckled, surprised but relieved at his unenthusiastic response, only hoping that the man wasn't forcing his happiness, using it as a mask to hide any sense of disappointment or heartbreak from them. Or at least, not too much. "Heh, thanks Spencer." She smiled before he had released them, bringing her free hand up to quickly return the impromptu embrace before he pulled away and back to the task at hand: trying to warn Hestia of the potential dangers the mansion before them surely held. Teion cocked a brow when the mood shifted. Everything from the glimpse of the mansion's interior to the foliage surrounding it grew sinister, and she tilted herself to the side just slightly with the sound of some commotion coming from inside. "Mmm, is it even worth it though?" She mumbled to herself with a frown, oblivious to the disappearance of her friend past the doorway in the distance. She turned her head from side to side, choosing to give the surrounding area her attention instead. The brush was thorny and overgrown to serve as a blockade around the perimeter, and Teion wondered if they might be able to just cut through it and leave. She gave Ryo's hand a quick squeeze before loosening her grip and pulling away to investigate. Teion walked back the way they'd came, only taking a few paces before coming up on a thick patch of thorned vines and cracked branches. She reached out, lightly pressing her fingertip against the point of one of the massive barbs until Cardinal shot a tingling sensation up the nerves of her hand to register a hint of damage. She pulled away, giving her hand a shake. "Alright, not just for show then.
  15. "So, you said Spencer invited you to this meetup thing? And, you're sure it's cool if I just show up?" Teion walked hand-in-hand with Ryo until they had made their way to Urbus. It had been a month since Teion's confession, and only a couple of weeks since she could finally start calling herself a frontliner. The last time she had seen most, if not all of the member of the Holy Dragon Alliance that she was acquainted with had been at Ryo's mansion on Valentine's Day, and she had been scarce to all but a couple of the players there that night. When the couple met up with the others, it finally dawned on her. She hadn't spoken a word to any of them about their new relationship. Her lips pursed, and she met eyes with the person whom the news mattered to the most, at least by her complex friendship with him. She looked to Spencer, picking up bother hers and Ryo's hand in between them to flash the sandy blonde their interlocked fingers. "Hey, uhm. So I did the thing." She stated flatly with a crooked smile, hoping if nothing else that Spencer might be pleased that she took his encouragement to heart. During their little reunion, Teion gave most of her attention to the tiny penguin that had run up to her feet. "Hey there, Little Noot." She greeted the familiar, letting her hand slip away from Ryo's in order to scoop Noot up into her arms. She cradled him in her left while she quickly moved to her menus with the other, retrieving something from her inventory. The bright-green slice of what must have been a very large kiwi appeared between her fingers, and she offered it to the penguin, immediately babying and spoiling him like the extended 'family' that she had accepted to be. Following Spencer and the rest, Teion kept to herself as she listened to the stories of the guild's founding. She was the outsider here, but her bonds were strong enough with many of the Alliance that she felt comfortable enough in their company. Her eyes would land on the positively massive structure of the renewed mansion once they'd reached a break in the woods, and she stood frowning at it. Spotting Hestia welcoming the lure of adventure, her head tilted to one side. "Uhh. So did you at least find anything good in it last time?" She asked, as if weighing the potential worth of investigating what Spencer had mainly described as a giant death trap.
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