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  1. Embroiled in conflict, the Elves and Treants smashed against each other constantly. Alkor watched passively as NPCs burst into streams of data, emptying out the battlefield before the inevitable respawn. The quest givers hung toward the back, glowering in the direction of one another, but ultimately remained away from the violence. Alkor took the opportunity to tread through the lot of them, reaping indiscriminately in the interest of experience. Corpses hewn aside dissipated quickly, and the dark swordsman was left in solitary introspection. He had yet to decide which side to throw his backing behind. Both types of enemies seemed to yield similar experience. The drops were garbage. The quest items would probably be the determining factor. He ripped Blightsteel through the back of the Elf that ran at him last, exhaling loudly from his ennui. Hopefully, something interesting would happen soon. He dropped down to the third floor to sweep up any quests he had passed over. The experience points were decent enough to matter, to propel him toward the next level and the ability to fight stronger enemies and ascend to higher floors. His obsession had evolved into zeal.
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    [PP - F3] The Cult of the Dragon

    The name Zelrius haunted Alkor, not because he hated the young man but because of the things he had heard. After Alkor, many people were lost during boss fights. Once believed the strongest in all of Aincrad, the Blood Bucaneer became one of those nameless, drifting memories. They had worked together on occasion, and he even considered the boy to be one of the few friends he made. Now, he was gone. Lessa held his sword. Funny how things came together that way. Alkor studied the weapon quietly and then looked up toward its owner. The last time they'd seen each other hadn't been during a dragon fight. They parted ways to find new information, and ultimately met up during an event where they worked together with Macradon and that infuriating Bahr guy. Now that it was over, they were back to business as usual. Maybe it wasn't bothering her the way it did him. He looked away from her and his hand fell to the weapon on his hip. A gift from Father Wuotan. Blightsteel. "I'm ready to take it on," he said after his moment of introspection. "So, floor three sounds good to me."
  3. Alkor glanced at the voucher she had received when she came to show it to him with a soft smile. It was nice to hear someone excited about something in Aincrad. Whenever it happened, however rare or not it might be it was a euphoric feeling. Infectious, even. "That's really great, An," he said, calling her by the shortened version of her name the way she'd asked him to. "That'll be really useful for when you're doing quests or fighting tough mobs." He was reminded of the blade at his hip, similarly given him by Father Wuotan- but he didn't want to seem like he was trying to one up the girl. This was her moment. It was for her to enjoy. He sat down in the next few moments, ignoring the cold sensation that crept across his body. She started back to work on her part of the snowman, and he continued as she instructed. When she praised him, he glanced her way and offered a short thumbs up. "So now what, we roll them until they get bigger?" he asked, recalling what he knew about the process. The golden eyed player recalled the fourth floor, and the way that he and his friends used to spend so much time there. Time had torn them apart. Now, he was a solo player again, and despite reuniting with Lessa... they hadn't really done much, beyond a few quests and things were still awkward. Maybe, he'd find a friend in Andromeda? That would be nice. They might even be able to do quests together. @Andromeda
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    [PP-F6] Body and Mind

    She was... talkative. Alkor had met his fair share of new people inside Aincrad, and some of them were long winded or enjoyed the sound of their own voice. At least, he got that impression from the way they felt the need to talk at him, at length. This girl wasn't quite like that. No, the dark swordsman got the impression this girl just liked to talk. He couldn't relate. That said, she was attempting conversation. At least, it felt that way from the questions and comments she posed to him. Now, the hard part. He had to actually engage her in conversation, even if it was heavily one sided. Part of him wanted to leave it be, nod and wear a vacant smile. Another part of him insisted he at least make an effort. He promised he'd be better. "A little," he muttered. He didn't sound like he agreed with her or disagreed, but more like he was acknowledging her words. He gave her a quick glance after that, managing not to scowl. "It's a pretty safe area, if you wanted to keep swimming. I won't get in your way." That part sounded almost sincere, like he was being considerate. The shut in was getting more skilled at telling people to go away! Ahhh, social skills. @Raina
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    [PP-F6] Body and Mind

    Okay, Alkor blinked slowly when he heard it. The splash drew his attention from solidarity and into the present with a jolt. His liquid golden eyes stared hard at the culprit, who rose from the water with droplets of water slinking across her flesh. Everything was pronounced, almost like Aincrad intended to tempt the thoughts of young men and boys to sin. At least, that's the interpretation Alkor got out of what he saw. I went from action anime to hentai in .05. The swordsman heaved a sigh when the woman addressed him. What was with that halfway modest greeting? It didn't mesh with her attire at all. Alkor glanced away with calculated disinterest as she summoned her towel and set about making herself decent. Not that there was any expedience to her movement. "No, you're fine," the dark swordsman waved a hand dismissively. "This area is public and it's not like I can just reserve it on a whim. Please, don't mind me." It wouldn't change anything now if she left, after all. His concentration was shattered. As Alkor stared pointedly toward the raging falls, he recalled her hair color. Pink. Pink haired women were always trouble, weren't they? "I don't swim much anymore, he replied to her question. He hadn't since he was a boy. There was hardly a reason to do so inside of Sword Art Online, either. "I'm Alkor," he said after a pregnant pause. He finally looked at her once she had greeted him, and she was covered. Covered enough, anyway. "You, too," he added. @Raina
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    [PP-F6] Body and Mind

    The Waterfall marked a place for Players to go to test their limits. It hosted one of the more intense solo quests in the earlier portion of Aincrad, and something Alkor had yet to conquer for himself. Yet, it was not that which brought him to this place and he was not intent on challenging his own demons this day. No, for now, the soothing sounds of crashing water and the warmth of steam that billowed out from it offered him clarity. Many things transpired since Alkor returned from his lengthy sleep. People, both new and old to him interacted and caused him to learn things about himself and about dealing with others. Outside of the game, he may never have learned those lessons. As he sat cross-legged near the bottom of the falls, Alkor took a deep breath and closed his eyes. How would he choose to go forward from here? There was contempt between him and the man, Bahr. Bahr, who appeared to be connected to Lessa. One of his oldest friends in Aincrad, the woman now stood taller and stronger than he did. In terms of levels, she was so far ahead he was unsure that he could catch her. Then, there was Mari. His actions were not intended to be cruel, yet she would have taken them in that way. It was hard to not. He couldn't convince her otherwise, nor would he try. Every part of the swordsman wanted to deny himself this new life. He hated the idea that he could have a second lease when the first had expired with no advancement. He never grew as a person hidden behind the facade of Alkor. He never grew beyond the character he pretended to be. Now, he had. He recognized his weakness, faced it, and moved forward in spite of his fears. In the few moments it took the Hydra boss to nearly end his life and send him reeling into a coma, something snapped and left him laid bare. In his dreams, he saw himself alone. He lost everything, and his hand opened to release the only hand he had ever been truly happy to hold. Would she still be there, when finally they were free? Hold on, Grandma. I'll see you before it's all over. I promise. @Raina
  7. He listened intently, carefully to what she told him. She seemed to really place a lot of importance on the method and Alkor didn't want to screw things up. He nodded, golden eyes flickering over the snow as he shaped it in both hands. Was that right? Firm, but gentle? Had he ever done anything quite like that? He found himself doubting his ability to follow those instructions solely based on the wording, even if the snowball did seem to be taking shape. She looked like she was getting colder, though. Reddened face, increased movement, rapid speech... he wondered if she had been out too long? Not that it was incredibly dangerous in this area, to his knowledge. There were zones where the weather had the potential to be hazardous. Still, he felt a bit concerned. Against his hesitant nature, the urge to help others always seemed to win out. He tilted his head. "Are you cold?" he asked. "I've got an extra cloak in my inventory, if you need another layer." Then, he heard a familiar voice. Father Wuotan approached, and he greeted Alkor before moving toward the other Player... Players? Was there anyone else there? "I'm well, Father," Alkor returned the greeting warmly. "I hope you are, too." He then set about packing and rolling the snowball, the way An had instructed. She was getting her Christmas present! It was important not to interrupt, after all. @Andromeda
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    [SP-F1] Guidance

    The hardest thing to accept when faced with the Cardinal system was knowing that it knew your mind. It could scan memories and thoughts, and in a single instant conjure your greatest fears or inadequacies. Alkor knew that this was just that- a phenomenon brought on by the Cardinal system, in response to his accepting the quest for a familiar. But, was this the normal familiar quest? Wasn't he just supposed to find a creature, throw it some food, and make nice? It seemed like a low-grade form of psychological torture, from what he could feel, see, and hear. Are you going to cry? Alkor stopped, cold. It was like the bullies that plagued him during his years of school, or the people who never understood why he kept his distance from others. They always asked questions or taunted him. There was never peace. He felt tugging at his hair, like someone was pulling him off the ground. You are. You're crying again. How pathetic is that?
  9. When she started to laugh, Alkor blinked. Had he said something wrong? Done something? His gaze followed the woman to make sure she was alright even as she dexterously handled the ball of snow and formed it in front of her. She seemed to be alright, so he sighed in relief. "Andromeda," he repeated as she gave her name. After the galaxy, perhaps? Or the name of the goddess from Greek mythology? Either one was a fascinating concept, and spoke to something about the girl for choosing it. He didn't know her well enough to ask about that, though. Or rather, he supposed that it might be rude to ask someone why they picked their username. "Oh- uh, alright," he said as she said he could help her. That startled him. Alkor wasn't much good at doing things with other people, or as a group. Anything that involved working as a team... yeah, he was still working on that whole aspect of Sword Art Online. "If you're okay with it, I suppose I'll try, An," he knelt down a distance away from her, toward the fresh snow she'd indicated. Safe distance. This'll be okay, right? "Okay, so... I start to do this?" @Andromeda
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    [OP-F1] I think... I'm back

    The first floor offered a quiet place for reflection. After several days of trying intensely to catch up on all the things he'd fallen behind in, Alkor decided he would head to Tolbana Town and relax alone, where there would be fewer people to interact with. He stepped from the teleporter and headed to the edge of town at top speed. He almost came colliding into Ceres, who dragged someone along behind her. Almost, because he managed to stop himself by lowering his level and skidding to a halt. Alkor slowly recovered and stood, jarred by the sudden change in momentum. As he did so, he looked at the two Players who almost ran into him. Did he know them? Maybe? "Sorry," he mumbled as he made to pass them by and get back to traveling toward Tolbana. Whether or not he remembered their faces after a few moments, he had come to the first floor in order to get away from the constant barrage of people trying to make their way in Aincrad. He wasn't exactly interested in a good conversation. @Ceres @Atzo
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    [PP - F2] Raven Hollow [School]

    "Wh-oah!" He called out in surprise as she hit him, albeit totally on accident. He had picked up his pace when he heard her call out to him, and because the whole building seemed to stir and shift around them, he had no sense of their relative distance. Hissing in pain, the Swordsman staggered backward while clutching his head. "Ow," he mumbled as he slowly focused his eyes on Lessa. "It is you," he said breathlessly. For some reason, he had not expected the woman to run into him. Even less, he did not expect her to call out his name. "Are you alright?" he asked. Alkor held out his hand and offered to help her to her feet. "We should probably get out of here before we start conversing," he added. "I don't want to find out how hard it is to get trapped in this place." Without hesitating or waiting for her response, he helped her up and they headed for the exit.
  12. I like to think of myself as a one man wolf pack.

  13. Alkor

    I Lived.

    Su'cuy gar, vod.
  14. Alkor

    [F17] Obsidian Invasion

    There was nothing else but heat, ashes, and smoke now. The world spiraled around him and choked him, threatening to encroach from the immense pressure on either hand. Whether they intended to or not, the other two Players weighed heavily on the anxious Swordsman, who shored up all of his resolve to block out the things that were dragging him down. The other man disappeared. The sensation of other people faded. Darkness sucked him in and drowned his senses. Aincrad and Alkor stared at each other through the abyss, and a moment later, the world went white. Serenity washed over him. Whether the system understood him, or resonated with his determination he couldn't say; but what Alkor could say was that a familiar voice came to him in that moment. You can do it. The shakes faded from his arms and he felt something swell in his chest. His eyes opened, burning now like gilded flames. He stared into the portal at the epicenter of their circle, and he willed it to be gone. In that single moment, their will was as one. The Portal responded by slowly flickering from existence.
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    [F17] Obsidian Invasion

    Alkor grit his teeth as Bahr spoke, fingernails biting into digital flesh as his knuckles turned white. This arrogant prick just pushed all the wrong buttons, and he had plenty of words for the stoplight eyed Player. "I don't know who the f-" Just as he was about to unload a torrent of unhealthy, unfiltered curses at the man, Alkor was stopped by Lessa. She said she understood, but apparently this was the only way for them to move forward. The swordsman let out a heavy sigh and closed his eyes. "...fine," he resigned himself. It was less important that he chew Bahr out for existing and more important that he got this over with as soon as possible. He took Mac's hand finally and accepted Lessa's, but kept his eyes closed. He couldn't help but fidget uncomfortably. This type of touch based interaction made his skin crawl. And he kept telling himself, "stop thinking about how much of a douche he is, stop thinking about how much of a douche he is..." The effort went about as poorly as expected. "Dammit!" he seethed in frustration.