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  1. Pinball

    {PP-F24} Don't Split the Party!

    She was very talkative. A welcome change. For now. It would get annoying soon enough. Like the birds outside his tent or the sigh of an evening breeze - it'd start off as beautiful, until that beauty pressed incessantly at the walls of his mind until it broke through - like always - leaving him feeling agitated and raw. And not in a hot way. He didn't mind if she came along with him, but he didn't want to say as much. How could he agree to her joining his party without actually having her join his party? Pinball thought for a moment, staring deeply into the shadowy depths of that bottomless hole... ...and nodded. "Sure." Without another word, Pinball would hop feet first into the darkness. The programmed sensation of wind whipping in his ears felt real enough as the teenager plunged into nothingness. For a moment, an icy tendril of fear pierced his heart. Was he falling straight through the floor? Was that it? Was he really the idiot who died because he thought a hole in the ground was something it wasn't? His fears were eventually answered as - washing over him like the relief in his chest - Pinball felt himself splash into a deep, dark pool of water. The teenager would surface, pulling himself onto land and letting his eyes adjust. They were in some sort of clearing, it would seem - a hallowed out section of some sort of tunnel system. There were plenty of them. To the right and to the left and behind him, their shadowed entrances only made harder to look at by the lack of light.
  2. Pinball

    [NYL-PP-F11] Of Snowflakes and Mistletoe

    They would walk together, silently at first, and slowly the loosely decorated streets would open up and transform into a bustling plaza of light and color. Players and NPCs alike would mill around the event, playing games at stalls and laughing together, their worries - maybe, for the moment - forgotten. It was nice. A feeling of deep melancholy settled comfortably in his gut, and Pinball smiled slightly despite himself. "No, no," he'd say, "I stopped caring about that sort of thing a long time ago." He wanted to say more, but it didn't feel right. The swordsman held his tongue. As they passed one of the many thrown up stalls, Pinball would follow Mishiro's gaze and notice the plushies she seemed to stare so intently at. He was all but ready to come to a stop, she seemed so interested - and strangely, Pinball had found himself eager to see her smile again. But she didn't share the sentiment, and continued on towards whatever destination it was she was heading to. Pinball would follow suit. "A lack of activity...?" He didn't understand. So he dismissed it. "I kind of just like the snow. Doesn't usually happen here." But did she mean the lack of any sort of boss fight? Or maybe a lack of games in the festival itself? Was it a good thing, or a bad thing? She'd worded her observation in a way a particularly sleep-deprived Pinball couldn't quite wrap his head around, and soon his mind was spinning. What did she mean? The more he thought about it, the more he overthought things, and the more stressed he looked. He'd fidget with his hands, going through the motions as if he were trying to crack his knuckles and pop his joints - but to no obvious effect, of course. And then they were there. Mishiro started to take her order, and Pinball swept a cautious eye over his surroundings. He'd learned from experience that it was important for him to keep his head down in a Safe Zone - once the guards got ahold of you, it was all over. But through personal experience, Pinball had come to the conclusion that it was all too easy to evade them. They were dumber than players; they followed patterns, and that was their downfall. All it took was a bit of constant worry and the ability to slip into the shadows at a moment's notice. Slip into the shadows he would, too, as a pair of armored watchmen would march by, their spears rested on plated shoulders. The teen would frown before ducking behind the stall, his back pressed against it, cleanly keeping himself out of sight. They would keep moving away, away and out of range, none the wiser, and Pinball would come around the corner to nearly barrel into a probably confused Mishiro. "O-oh," was all he could muster. "Thank... you." Pinball would stare into the cup for a moment, then look back to Mishiro. He felt an odd, indiscernible emotion well up in his chest. Gingerly, he'd bring the mug to his lips. From behind him, however, would come another man. Old and wrinkled, with a long beard and a scowl that seemed to bore holes into Pinball's skull. Which was strange, considering the game was predominantly populated by teenagers and young adults. But one glance at the yellow crystal hovering above his head sort of summed it up. Sort of. He glanced down at Mishiro and got the explanation he was searching for. Finally the NPC would break his gaze, addressing the two as his children and asking what it is that they wished for... this holiday season. An item? So he was Santa Claus, then? But what was this about clemency-? "Clemency?" In the eyes of who? Or what? @Father Wuotan @Mishiro
  3. Pinball

    [NYL-PP-F11] Of Snowflakes and Mistletoe

    Her hand was soft, almost like it was barely there, hovering just under his own. It reminded him of the fragility of life. How that already fragile thing became so much more delicate in an environment like this. How he'd taken advantage of that. It was as heartwarming as it was sickening, in the back of his head, never quite gone. But she's still here. Tomorrow, I might not be. And for now, that was all that mattered. "No," he admitted, "we could go there, if you want." Pinball gave in to her suggestion all too easily. He'd always been indecisive, but this time it was sort of different. A part of him was deathly afraid he'd scare her off, somehow, the moment he wanted to be with her most. Was that a selfish thought? "But I'm not really worried about any buffs they're giving out. Nothing that can't be replaced, I'm sure..." His voice was soft. Was it too soft? Was he being creepy? Why did he care if he was being creepy? Of course he would be creepy - he had an orange cursor, for Christ's sake. She was probably just giving him the benefit of the doubt. Or maybe she was taking pity on this stranger that nearly had a mental break in front of her... on Christmas. Maybe she cared. Maybe she didn't. "Your choice," he said, his voice practically a whisper. "Let's go." Maybe he shouldn't worry so much.
  4. Pinball

    [NYL-PP-F11] Of Snowflakes and Mistletoe

    She would stop him, and not for the first time. But Mishiro's words would fall on deaf ears. He frowned, opened his mouth to say something, and then closed it. Shook his head. Redemption was something he didn't deserve. He knew that. It's why he still wore that orange cursor over his head. It was a constant reminder. To him and to everyone else. It was a nice thought. But it wasn't for him. No, it wasn't for him. "Are you sure you're talking to the right person?" He flinched. "My name is Mishiro. It's written with the kanji for 'white' and 'depth'--" Pinball felt his heart sink in his chest, slowly, a comfortable drowning.  "-- and I don't think I know you." This was okay. He nodded, shakily, trying to accept it. He knew what he'd done. What he'd said to her - had that been him trying to reach out to her? Why did she always have to be the one to come to his rescue? And why had he always insisted on pushing her away when she had? "No," he said, smiling weakly, "I guess you don't. Sorry, I- I've just been really tired lately, I guess..." This time, she was the one who held her hand out. "I didn't come here with anyone. Would you like to walk around together?" Pinball's eyes followed her, almost disbelievingly, as she held out an outstretched palm. He looked back up to her, his mouth practically hanging open. He took her hand in his. It would be the first physical contact he'd experienced in months. Almost a year. And it was gentle. It didn't come with the numb sensation of a blade cutting through his avatar, or the dull impact of being smacked around by a monster. His heart didn't shatter into a million pieces. He didn't feel empty, like he did when he wandered aimlessly from floor to floor. As a matter of fact- "Yeah," he sighed, "I think I would like that." -it felt kind of nice.
  5. Pinball

    Pinball's Evals

    Name: Chocolate Coin Your Profession: Cook Your Rank: 7 Roll ID: #133515 Roll Result: 12/12 Item Type: Dessert Tier: 3 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: +3 Prosperity Description: A chocolate coin wrapped in golden foil. Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/15508-f8-r7-cook-~-closed-msg-4-order/?do=findComment&comment=593478 Name: Chocolate Coin Your Profession: Cook Your Rank: 7 Roll ID: #133523 Roll Result: 12/3 Item Type: Dessert Tier: 3 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: +3 Prosperity Description: A chocolate coin wrapped in golden foil. Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/15508-f8-r7-cook-~-closed-msg-4-order/?do=findComment&comment=593478 Name: Chocolate Coin Your Profession: Cook Your Rank: 7 Roll ID: #133517 Roll Result: 12/7 Item Type: Dessert Tier: 3 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: +3 Prosperity Description: A chocolate coin wrapped in golden foil. Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/15508-f8-r7-cook-~-closed-msg-4-order/?do=findComment&comment=593478 Name: Chocolate Coin Your Profession: Cook Your Rank: 7 Roll ID: #133521 / #133521-a / #133521-b Roll Result: 12/20 Item Type: Dessert Tier: 3 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: +3 Prosperity Description: A chocolate coin wrapped in golden foil. Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/15508-f8-r7-cook-~-closed-msg-4-order/?do=findComment&comment=593478 Name: Evasion Cake Your Profession: Cook Your Rank: 7 Roll ID: #133514 Roll Result: 11/5 Item Type: +2 EVA Tier: 3 Quality: Rare Enhancements: +2 EVA Description: A slice of cake that runs circles around the competition. Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/15508-f8-r7-cook-~-closed-msg-4-order/?do=findComment&comment=593478 Name: Accuracy Cake Your Profession: Cook Your Rank: 7 Roll ID: #133516 Roll Result: 9/7 Item Type: Dessert Tier: 3 Quality: Rare Enhancements: +2 ACC Description: A slice of cake. You won’t find another one like it. Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/15508-f8-r7-cook-~-closed-msg-4-order/?do=findComment&comment=593478 Name: Junk Your Profession: Cook Your Rank: 7 Roll ID: #133519 / #133519-a / #133519-b Roll Result: 8/18 Item Type: Dessert Tier: 3 Quality: Uncommon Enhancements: +1 MIT Description: I hate it Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/15508-f8-r7-cook-~-closed-msg-4-order/?do=findComment&comment=593478
  6. {1/8} T3 Dessert: ID#133514 CD: 11 LD: 5 ~ [x1] Rare / -1 T3 Mat / +6 EXP {2/8} T3 Dessert: ID#133515 CD: 12 LD: 12 ~ [x1] Perfect / -1 T3 Mat / +9 EXP {3/8} T3 Dessert: ID#133516 CD: 9 LD: 7 ~ [x1] Rare / -1 T3 Mat / +6 EXP {4/8} T3 Dessert: ID#133517 CD: 12 LD: 7 ~ [x1] Perfect / -1 T3 Mat / +9 EXP {5/8} T3 Dessert: ID#133519 CD: 8 LD: 18 ~ [x3] Uncommon / -1 T3 Mat / +4 EXP {6/8} T3 Dessert: ID#133521 CD: 12 LD: 20 ~ [x3] Perfect / -1 T3 Mat / +9 EXP {7/8} T3 Dessert: ID#133522 CD: 3 LD: 8 ~ Salv. Fail / -1 T3 Mat / +2 EXP {8/8} T3 Dessert: ID#133523 CD: 12 LD: 3 ~ [x1] Perfect / -1 T3 Mat / +9 EXP EXP Gained: 54 [x6] Perfect T3 Dessert [x2] Rare T3 Dessert [x3] Uncommon T3 Dessert
  7. Pinball

    [NYL-PP-F11] Of Snowflakes and Mistletoe

    "No, no," came his shaky response, "no, you don't get it. Some people don't have a choice." He was going to get out of this game and he was going to go to prison, and he was going to be sentenced to death for murder. Maybe they wouldn't find him at first - maybe they wouldn't even know. But someone else who got out of the game, who knew the names of the people killed, and who knew the name of the person who killed them? They would tell. And they would track him down, and that would be the end of his story. He'd messed up dearly. So please don't even suggest that the rest of my life could be spent happily. The words came out like a waterfall. All at once, without thought, and he'd only realized he had said anything at all when he realized he was looking at her. And when he looked at her he was hit with the realization that she didn't care, at all. Because this was a peculiar conversation with a stranger she'd likely never see again. Why would you pay attention to something like that? She probably wanted him to leave her alone. Or, knowing Mishiro, she didn't have a preference at all. He felt his heart tear a little. But just a little. He almost stood, but changed his mind and instead chose to scoot away from her. "I've done horrible things." The orange cursor was evidence of that. "But all I'm doing is pitying myself." Pinball shook his head. "I hate it. I'm tired of it. I'm tired of always crying, and - and always feeling the way I do." "I've done horrible things, and I'm tired." His voice cracked. "So, so tired..." Pinball pinched his nose and stood. He was done with feeling weak. He was done with feeding his own heartless blackness. He was done with this. Done with stalking this girl and done with hurting people. A blight. A loser. Someone who didn't deserve to live anymore, let alone talk with one of the people he'd hurt the most. For a moment he stood there, his back to Mishiro, watching people walk by, players and NPCs alike. Some were huddled up together for warmth. Those ones looked like couples. It kind of reminded him of back then. That was a nice memory. Such pretty lights. Then he would move, offering her his hand. "Sorry. I didn't mean to dump that on you. I've been having a rough couple of days." On his wrist, a trinket that sparkled red and green and white, catching the light of the many ornaments and lanters lining the streets. When had he realized he'd liked her? "I'm gonna go back to the festival. Uh, I'll leave you to it." Obviously, that was a lie. He offered a weak smile, a stiff voice. He was holding something back. Had it been after Lucy had seperated herself? Or after she'd died? Had it even been alright to think that way of this girl in the first place? Maybe he'd just forced himself into thinking that. Maybe it hadn't been real. [censored]. Just leave. "I know you don't care, but I'm probaby not gonna see you again. Especially not like this." He smiled, nodding, his eyes practically closed. He could feel his heart in his throat, his hands were nervous and shaky. "But it was really nice. And I had a good time." L e a v e . But he hesitated, and said something he knew he shouldn't have. "You're a very sweet person. And you don't really deserve to have gone through all of this." The teenager pulled away. Not as Pinball or Kobold, not as a swordsman or a murderer. He pulled away as Finn Lan, a nerdy little asian kid who'd grown up alone in his bedroom secretly wishing - secretly holding out for a nicer future. If only he'd known that better days would never come. "You should smile more." Pinball would turn his back to her, one last time, and he'd begin to walk away. What happened? Snowflakes had always seemed so much prettier than this.
  8. Pinball

    [F17] Obsidian Invasion

    When the Royal Family was found in all of their wrinkly greatness, Pinball was of half the mind to turn around right there. And he kind of wanted to. This objective was finished much too fast for his liking - was it a problem at all? Whatever the case, it didn't matter now. So he did leave. Leaving it moreso to the others to escort them wherever it was they needed to be, Pinball would take his exit without so much as a word. He brushed the shoulders of his coat, wiping away some accumulated debris. And he questioned whether or not he actually cared to contribute anything more. There were citizens in danger, walls to fortify... and if they were getting finished as quickly as this objective had, then it should be finished up in no time at all. He'd stick around, stealthily, keeping an eye out for one particular player along the frantic streets of Larissa. Objective: Save the Royal Family ID: 133273 Final LD: 12+10= 22
  9. Pinball

    [F17] Obsidian Invasion

    The beauty of stealth was the sense of security that came with it. Ducking from hall to hall, making his way up the watch tower, Pinball questioned why he was even here. If they had three days to find these people, why should he even bother? There was no point to it. No rhyme or reason as to why he would even be mildly interested in it. But here he was, and there were people around him too - players, with green cursors that contrasted with his, all searching for these lame ass NPCs that were probably as bland as butterless toast. It was annoying, but he could have sworn he could hear the royal family already, speaking in hushed tones, their boots falling on what was a mix of cobblestone and rug. Made him want to vomit. But they were almost there. He slowed up, letting the others catch up before resuming their rush. He generally trailed ahead of others, given his level of experience. A thought which, coincidentally, also made him want to vomit. Objective: Save the Royal Family ID: 133269 Final LD: 17+10= 27
  10. Pinball

    [F17] Obsidian Invasion

    SAVE THE ROYAL FAMILY An invasion on the 17th Floor. When had something like this ever happened? It hadn't. And that's what made him worry. Normally, this was exactly the kind of thing that Pinball would try his damndest to steer clear of. He didn't deserve recognition or the company others, and he knew that as an undeniable fact - plus, he didn't really want it. There was only one person he cared about, and that was someone he had to avoid. But this was different. It was an exception. Something you couldn't walk away from because it was so damn weird. So damn out of the ordinary. Pinball hurried through the city, towards the watch tower. Towards the Royal Family. Skirting past guards was the thing Pinball did best - it's how he got by, and now those skills were going to come in handy. It was kind of ironic, wasn't it? How a skill that stemmed from such a destructive habit could prove to be beneficial in a tight spot. Pinball, undisguised, vanished, cloaked in his familiar's shadowy mist. Objective: Save the Royal Family ID: 133265 Final LD: 5+10= +15 Player Stats: House Buffs:
  11. Pinball

    [NYL-PP-F11] Of Snowflakes and Mistletoe

    For a moment, he let himself get lost in that gray sky. It painted a gloomy site; a city of stone, its paved roads awash in layers of snow, the only signs of life the occasional NPC or the dark birds that dotted the horizons, weaving in and out of sight. It made him wish he had wings, so he could see the world from up above the clouds - and then he remembered that he would probably hit the bottom of the next floor before he was granted the freedom of a bird's eye view, and the reality of his situation once again came crashing down on him. How long had they been here? How many floors had they cleared? Not enough. It was sad, then, to think about the future - for him, at least. But as Mishiro finished her speech with her wish to return to her normal life, he dragged his eyes back to her, as if shocked someone shared the sentiment. Pinball nodded, slowly, and bowed his head. "Yeah, that would be nice, wouldn't it?" He slowly rubbed his hands together. "That would be nice..." But there wouldn't be a normal life for him when he got out. He was a killer - a murderer - and if he expected things to just... go back to normal when he got out, Pinball was kidding himself. People knew who he was. People knew he was a killer. And when he got out, people like him would absolutely be punished by the law. What was the punishment for genocide? People like him... "I think, if I had a choice," Pinball began, "I think that I'd actually want to - uh, enjoy the time I have left. Here." With you. It was unfortunate, then, that people like him - people like him didn't get a choice.
  12. Pinball

    [PP-05] <<Butcher of the Sands>>

    Blonde to a platinum color wasn't that much of a change in the first place - but Pinball wasn't about to openly say that. He wasn't sure how much change she wanted in her life if her idea of "change" could be considered similar to coloring your nails purple instead of its usual red. Pinball shook his head, for the third or fourth time. At least it wasn't another shrug. "I'm not doing anything here, really," he said - only to be cut off by the blonde - er, platinum - haired girl. Apparently, he was going to have to carry her through another quest. So he sighed, nodded, and put his hands in his pockets, pulling his satchel behind his waist to make room. "Alright. Lead the way." With a typical blandness and a look of regret crossing over him, Pinball would resign himself to his fate. One that, secretly, maybe he enjoyed.
  13. Pinball

    [PP-05] <<Butcher of the Sands>>

    And his eyes came to rest on something he both had and hadn't wanted to see. It's funny what you get when you just look, isn't it? Very funny. He shook his head as she approached and lowered his gaze slowly. "I thought you were blonde," he said blankly. She looked a lot more like a prissy white girl than she did before, and that was saying something. Maybe he'd just forgotten. Maybe he hadn't cared to remember. Whatever the case, she was here now - and that meant something, surely. Did it? "I never really asked your level, either, but..." Pinball shrugged. For as stoic as he tried to seem, there was a certain hint of eagerness in his voice that betrayed how glad he was to see another person. There were times when he went days without contact with people - and, though probably for the best, it wasn't easy. But sometimes he went weeks. A month. And it hurt. It hurt very, very deeply, on a level Pinball couldn't quite understand. What would it take for him to smile again? He exhaled sharply and shrugged.
  14. Pinball

    [PP-05] <<Butcher of the Sands>>

    The desert was a place that Pinball wasn't especially fond of. With its golden-red sands and scorching sun, the environment was the polar opposite of the floor he most identified with. And the layout of it was a farcry as well. There were no mountains, only hills - tall, warm dunes of sand and towering pillars of rock that cast cool shadows over the surrounding area. Sometimes. Pinball, dressed as Kobold, looked like he belonged on a floor like this. Carrying a glowing red sword on his hip, a raggedy purple poncho and a satchel, the white-haired teen could easily be mistaken for one of Floor Five's few NPCs. A traveling bandit, perhaps - or maybe just a traveler. Regardless of his appearance, his expression was definitely not one that could be read as anything near happy or content. His sour gray eyes swept over the horizon, looking for... something. Something, or maybe nothing at all. Player Stats: House Buffs:
  15. ~ SUMMARY ~ so i dont know if shield/hirru have done the quest already but if they havent im sure theyll put it in ask-staff to complain uwu Pinball Receives: 6 SP (1 Yui's Grace, 1 Thread, 3 Quest, 1 December Bonus) Lightning Rod Hirru Receives: 2 SP (1 Thread, 1 Bonus) Lightning Rod Shield Receives: 2 SP (1 Thread, 1 Bonus) Lightning Rod