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  1. And with that goal in mind, the two made their way down the beach and into the safe zone of the mostly aquatic 16th Floor. As was the usual for higher floors, there seemed to be more NPCs than players, and what players were on this particular floor seemed to be focused in on the area he and Hestia had just left, or the ocean, which Pinball knew held various different islands scattered across the map. As the teleporter came into view, Pinball turned to look at Hestia as he walked. "Well, it's been fun," he said with a dramatic sigh, shoving his hands in his pockets. While the fight had gone on longer than most he usually engaged in, the skirmish still wasn't terribly time consuming in the grand scheme of things. In his experience, most fights (aside from boss fights, he figured) only lasted about a minute or two depending on the mob in question. So why do I feel like it took so long? Pinball shrugged the thought away, chalking his exhaustion up as the walk's toll on him. "I'll see you around. For the boss fight, yeah?" He said this as he took a few steps onto the teleporter, offering a small, dismissive wave. "Well, wherever it is, I'll probably see you again soon. Take it easy." And with that, Pinball vanished in a burst of blue light.
  2. Ultimately, Pinball decided, there was nothing really there to worry about. He was either going to make it out of the boss fight alright, or it suddenly wouldn't be his problem anymore. Shakily, Pinball nodded to himself, his resolve steeled. There's worse ways to go out. Though he had a bad feeling the pit of anxiousness sitting in his stomach wouldn't go away, it had dulled to an aching, yet slightly more bearable throbbing. "Yeah, I think so," continued Pinball with a shrug. "I can't really say for sure about the quiet... Hydra, but I know for certain that Stryder won't let me go by myself." There was a slight tug at the corner of his lips, and he allowed himself a small smile. There came a point where the forest's earthen floor gave way to loose dirt, and soon thereafter to sand. As Pinball broke free of the island's forest and officially stepped onto the beach, he turned to Hestia. "You shouldn't have let me lead the way. Is it just me, or did that walk feel like it took weeks? Good lord." He shook his head, then jogged closer to the shore. He looked left and right, then back to Hestia again. "Let's just head back to town. I led us off track. My bad."
  3. It seemed to Pinball that in the blink of an eye, Ratar was defeated, torn apart by the person he could only assume to be Beat's spear thrusts. He recalled Hestia telling him all about Shield, Beat, and the other frontliners, and how he'd eventually get to meet them when he joined the frontlines. Ultimately, however, he had spent his free time before the raid panicking to himself; alone, as he usually insisted himself to be (much to his own dismay, weirdly). Speaking above the sound of clashing steel and shouts, Calrex's words briefly pulled him from his usual state of perpetual loathing. The blue haired tank suggested to the group that they focus either on the rapier or cutlass wielding elves. Those words went out the window when Stryder threw himself at neither the rapier nor cutlass wielding elves, instead opting to go after the arguably most suspicious looking member of the council. For a split second, he was torn. Should he assist the dagger user he had yet to learn the name of? Should he follow Calrex's directions in spite of what Pinball believed to be Stryder's reckless endangerment? He shook it off, and in an instant, Pinball was rocketing towards the elf with the tarot cards. Stryder had just finished his attack when Pinball's spear struck Durares' chest with a resounding blast of cold energy. "I've got your back!" Action Taken: Sword Art - [Dimension Stampede] Hit! [-14 EN, +1 EN] / Charge! +4 Dmg + Bull Rush Durares: ID# 103570 ~ BD: 8+5-1= 12 (Hit!) ~ 19+4= 23*15= 345 DMG + FREEZE + STUN
  4. When the doors opened, Pinball did his best to calm his nerves. He walked into the hall with his group, trying to steady his shaking hands. The fighting started so quickly, he almost didn't realize what was happening. Looks like they were right about fighting multiple bosses. Pinball took a deep breath, then exhaled. "Alright, Zomekko," he murmered, though his words were drowned out by the singing of swords. The ghostly cat seeped out of the jar on his waist like a fog, its black, flowy body taking the form of a cat as it drifted through the air. He lifted his spear, leading the cat with his finger. Like she had so many times before, Zomekko merged with his weapon, covering the length of the spear in swirls of shadow. Ice and shadow seemed to emenate from the demonic weapon in steady waves. "Let's go." Pinball began to walk towards the fighting. Of his group, the dagger user was the first to dash forward. He watched as she clashed with one of the bosses. Pinball forced a grin and nudged @Stryder. "Try to keep up, yeah?" Pinball threw himself forward at a blistering speed, wind howling in his ears as his Charge pushed his already formidable speed even further. He collided with his opponent, unleashing a flurry of spear thrusts. "Hey, I'm... I'm actually really sorry about all this." Pinball finished the Sword Art with a downward slash. "But I've gotta get past. Sorry." . Action Taken: Sword Art - [Dimension Stampede] Hit! [-14 EN] / Charge! +4 DMG & Bullrush Ratar: ID# 103282 BD: 5+5-3= 7 (Hit!) ~ 19+4= 23*15= 345-50= 295 DMG + Stun Player Stats
  5. Though a bit late to arrive, as usual, Pinball finally showed up to where the frontliners had gathered. As he approached the ominous spire, his heart pounding in his chest, he called to mind the series of events that had brought him here. This was, after all, the endgoal for any players who truly wanted to escape the game. So then, why was he so frightened by the idea of joining? He began to notice other players milling about and forced those thoughts to the back of his mind. He'd walked all this way already. There'd be no point in turning back now. With equally as shaky hands and voice, Pinball began to hand out his consumables. "Good luck," he'd mumble to them as he went about his business. "Sorry about the delay." After he was finished, Pinball shuffled over to a relatively empty spot, where he took a seat. It's starting soon. He equipped his spear, laying the weapon across his lap. Deep breaths. ORDERED ITEMS: Pinball Consumes: Player Stats: (After Buffs)
  6. Pinball

    Pinball's Evals

    Name: On The Run Your Profession: Cook Your Rank: 6 Roll ID: [#101777] [#101777-1] Roll Result: 10 / 16 Item Type: Dessert Tier: 3 Quality: Rare Enhancements: +2 EVA Description: A slice of chocolate cake with hot fudge dripping from the sides. Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/15508-f8-r7-cook-~-open/ Name: On The Run Your Profession: Cook Your Rank: 6 Roll ID: [#101778] Roll Result: 11 / 11 Item Type: Dessert Tier: 3 Quality: Rare Enhancements: +2 EVA Description: A slice of chocolate cake with hot fudge dripping from the sides. Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/15508-f8-r7-cook-~-open/ Name: Bullseye Your Profession: Cook Your Rank: 6 Roll ID: [#101786] Roll Result: 11/ 10 Item Type: Dessert Tier: 3 Quality: Rare Enhancements: +2 ACC Description: A small, personal cake; a ring of fluffy vanilla batter encapsulates the fudge brownie center. Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/15508-f8-r7-cook-~-open/ Name: Bullseye Your Profession: Cook Your Rank: 6 Roll ID: [#102200] [#102200-1] [102200-2] Roll Result: 10 / 19 Item Type: Dessert Tier: 3 Quality: Rare Enhancements: +2 ACC Description: A small, personal cake; a ring of fluffy vanilla batter encapsulates the fudge brownie center. Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/15508-f8-r7-cook-~-open/?do=findComment&comment=551961 Name: Bullseye Your Profession: Cook Your Rank: 6 Roll ID: [#101776] Roll Result: 11 / 7 Item Type: Dessert Tier: 3 Quality: Rare Enhancements: +2 ACC Description: A small, personal cake; a ring of fluffy vanilla batter encapsulates the fudge brownie center. Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/15508-f8-r7-cook-~-open/ Name: On the Run Your Profession: Cook Your Rank: 6 Roll ID: [#101878] [#101878-1] Roll Result: 10 / 13 Item Type: Dessert Tier: 3 Quality: Rare Enhancements: +2 EVA Description: A slice of chocolate cake with hot fudge dripping from the sides. Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/15508-f8-r7-cook-~-open/?do=findComment&comment=55114 Name: Solid Marble Cake Your Profession: Cook Your Rank: 6 Roll ID: [#101262] [#101262-1] [#101262-2] Roll Result: 12 / 19 Item Type: Dessert Tier: 3 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: Mitigation 3 Description: A dessert with some solid flavor Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/15508-f8-r6-cook-~-open/?do=findComment&comment=549695 Name: Solid Marble Cake Your Profession: Cook Your Rank: 6 Roll ID: [#102279] Roll Result: 12 / 11 Item Type: Dessert Tier: 3 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: +3 MIT Description: A dessert with some solid flavor Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/15508-f8-r7-cook-~-open/?do=findComment&comment=552079 Name: Solid Marble Cake Your Profession: Cook Your Rank: 6 Roll ID: [#101787] Roll Result: 12 / 6 Item Type: Dessert Tier: 3 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: +3 MIT Description: A dessert with some solid flavor Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/15508-f8-r7-cook-~-open/?do=findComment&comment=550925
  7. His giddy demeanor crashed as soon as it came. With nothing serving as a way to express his emotion, they vanished, and Pinball's heart sank when Hestia brought up talk of the upcoming boss fight. He felt a sudden rush of different emotions. Excitement, a hint of fear, and a dash of guilt. Excitement and fear that he would be joining the frontliners, pretty much the end goal of any player dedicated to the cause. Guilt, probably because he was a giant procrastinator and shouldn't be entrusted with crafting for the frontlines like he had been. Those were just his personal thoughts, though. "Uhhh," he managed to say, "sounds like it'll be... pretty fun. I guess?" He shrugged as he walked. They should be nearing the settlement by now. Just a bit further. "Honestly though, I'm not really sweating it. Whatever happens happens." He sighed. "We'll see how it goes."
  8. Pinball shuffled through the dirt and leaves of the forest, appreciating the ambience. Birds were singing and bugs were buzzing along, and Pinball could've sworn that in the distance he heard rushing water. All of these sounds, along with the steady crunch of his boots along the forest floor contributed to a meditative atmosphere. Pinball was half tempted to set up camp right now and take a nap in the woods. All of the mobs here would be easily defeated, and it'd be nice to sleep somewhere that wasn't the floor of his shop. He slowed for a moment, seriously considering it... Nah. I've got to do this first. And so Pinball pushed onward, brushing along trees as they passed. Eventually he found himself thinking about the past. He wasn't a terribly social person, but somehow he had managed to meet a few friends in his time here. Reinholt, Mars.. but he hadn't seen them in a long time. Maybe they didn't want to be around him? He had his moments of iffyness, to be sure. He still regret what he had said to Froppy to this day. He shook himself out of it. "The cave should be up ahead," he mumbled to himself, his heart suddenly feeling heavy in his chest.
  9. "Oh," Pinball said, looking over his shoulder but not actually leaving his spot. "Nice." He turned back to the water, glancing over his fishing rod. Pinball's hands gripped the handle once more, and he cast his line back into the water. The impact sent out soft ripples that reached for the edges of the pool. Pinball glanced back over to Shield, seeing what progress he was making with his chest, but then went back to focusing on his line. He sat there for what seemed like forever, but nothing bit. Pinball, just to make sure there really wasn't anything there. After making sure, he reeled his line back in and stood, his fishing pole in hand. He started to make his way over to Shield, stowing his pole in his inventory. He had grown tired of fishing. Maybe he liked pulling up loot mobs? Maybe regular fishing bored him. "Uhh, I think.. I'm gonna head out now." Fishing: ID#102817 CD: 2 ~ Nothing
  10. "It kinda sucks I couldn't fine one, though," he sighed. Pinball felt his luck was horrible when it came to stuff like that. Fishing usually turned out to be near death experiences, and chests pulled Mimics more often than actual loot. "But it's whatever, really." Pinball trudged through the muck until the water got more and more shallow. Eventually they were finally walking on dry land again. They made their way through the forest, Pinball mostly silent. Then, he remembered something important that he wasn't sure if he had told her before. "Hey, Hestia," he said quietly, his head low and his eyes downcast. Immediately his tone picked up, adopting a more playful spin. "Did you know a group of pugs is called a grumble?" He paused for a moment. "And also that yellow rice is really just white rice with spices and stuff." Pinball kicked a twig, sending it flying into a bush. His hyperactive behavior had kicked in, and Pinball suddenly felt giddy and energetic.
  11. It wasn't unusual for Pinball to visit the 16th Floor. Though hot and usually filled with people either taking vacations or just looking for a brief respite from the grind of an MMO, the islands' beaches reminded him of life before SAO and life before Japan. He wasn't particularly social during his visits. Oftentimes, he'd just do a lap around the outskirts of Zugaikotsushima, and then promptly return home to his shop, where he'd sleep for another four hours. On occasion he'd find himself filled with wanderlust. On these days, he'd rent a boat and explore one of the smaller islands that dotted the map. Once he'd decided to see how far he could swim out into the ocean before having to use a Teleportation Crystal to get back (it wasn't very far). Another time he had tried spearfishing on the pier, and ended up falling into the ocean. Today was a boat day. After taking his lap around the island, a lazy Pinball found himself on the docks. As usual, there were several boats hitched to the pier, and a good amount of NPC workers going about their day. Pinball was trying to decide which ship to board when the crashing of crates stole his attention. Two players engaged in a chase of some sort. They weaved around Pinball, leaving him to watch as their antics carried them onboard to a nearby ship. It was almost like it was out of a movie scene. The hooded man managed to swing around, kicking the pursuer and a bystander overboard. Jesus! Pinball scrambled onto the deck and over to the railing, glancing over his shoulder at where the man with the scarf just was. Worried, Pinball called out to the two in the water. "Uhh, h-hey! Are you guys alright?"
  12. He grinned as he watched Shield pop open the lid of the chest. At first, he had hesitated. From past experience, Pinball wasn't particularly lucky when it came to RNG. Fishing usually ended up yielding a near-death experience, and he always seemed to pull Mimics instead of actual loot. Still, for someone like Shield who was seeminggly built to find chests, it all came easy. Especially when he can take a hit from his Boss Fish. Pinball touched the strips of leather he called "armor". Though meant to make him faster, it probably impeded his ability to move quickly. Maybe I should switch to something lighter? It was a superstition more than anything, but maybe... he shook himself out of it, and returned to his pond. "Nice find," he said, throwing a thumbs up to Shield as he sat. "I'd be jealous of that equipment if I were Tier Three. Which I'm not." He cast his line, and then after a moment's wait, reeled in his catch. ROLLING Fishing for T3 Mats: ID#102380 CD: 9 ~ 3 Materials T3 Materials: 10
  13. "Keeping busy is always good," he hurriedly threw in, eager to try and keep the conversation alive. Sociability wasn't one of Pinball's strong points, but when he was forced into a situation like this (or rather, got himself into a situation), he tried his best to make it one. Pinball thought it was interesting Shield would bring something up about making production easier in the future. How could he do something like that? He felt, for the most part, the game system was set in stone. He didn't push, though, as Shield got quiet himself. "Well," he shrugged, unsure how to follow up, "maybe things will pick up eventually. Hopefully maybe." Pinball stopped talking then, and cast his line as well. He felt an unusually heavy tug. He tried to pull it up, but his line threatened to snap, and eventually Pinball gave in and trudged into the pool. He reached down, and using his back, lifted a treasure chest from the water. "Oh, hell yeah," he grinned, setting it down on the shore, "this seems like your cup of tea, dude." Fishing for T3 Mats: ID# 102370 CD: 12 LD: 15 ~ Treasure Chest T3 Materials: 7
  14. He was surprised when Hestia seemed to take his accusation a bit more seriously than he had intended. Worried he had somehow gone too far with his joke, or that (as he usually found) that it wasn't obvious he was making a joke, Pinball shook his hands dismissively. "No, no, no," he chuckled nervously, "I was just kidding. You really don't have to." He accepted Hestia's heal anyways, and though the poison still persisted, it wasn't much of a threat. Not like it was much of a threat to begin with, at that rate. Pinball looked around. "Actually, yeah," he nodded, "I have a dungeon map here as well. Do you think..." Pinball rushed a bit deeper into the once-was battlefield, searching. Suddenly, he stopped. He shook his head. "Nah, nothing here. That's a shame." Pinball made his way back to Hestia, shrugging. "Ah, well." Searching for T2 Sub-Dungeon: ID#102366 LD: 13+3= 16 (Nothing)
  15. Pinball fell silent as Shield spoke. There was a part of him that felt guilty he couldn't get his crafting done at the rate he wanted. There was another part that felt he should just give up trying to craft entirely. The hum of the fishing reel filled the quiet of the cavern. "Yeah," he finally said, exhaling heavily, "I'll probably be using what I gather here to craft. I'll have it all done in time." Pinball stopped talking again, and instead focused on the act of fishing. A few moments passed before he felt the familiar tug on his line. Pinball reeled in his catch. Pinball sat back as the fish broke the surface; Pinball had managed to salvage two chunks of fish from that. Not bad, but I have a feeling he's been at this longer than I have. Pinball glanced over at Shield, but quickly averted his eyes. "H-how... how've you been, man?" Fishing: ID# 102359 CD: 8 ~ 2 T3 Mats Total: 7 T3 Mats
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