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Seeing Gaius walking down the stairs, "To be honest you look better without." Taking the strap on the bag, pulling it over her left shoulder. "Not so much reading more of," pausing for a moment unsure if she wanted to spoil her tricks. It was the only thing that she had on him, also knew that it would drive him insane to know who was teaching her. They also promised no secrets, "I found another who taught me a few things," it wasn't a lie... Freya puts the kids into the bathroom before they head out. Moving floors to the tavern on 29, there didn't seem to be a whole lot of players here. I

The glass bottle shattered, swept away in a wave of passion that would provide warmth beyond what most could bear. A locked pair of lips turn from something soft to something ravenous, allowing her to discover the piercing on his tongue. Lancaster never took no for an answer, and yet in this moment he gladly accepted a yes. A buckle, a strap and the drag of a tongue across her neck. Biting teeth on soft skin left it pained but not broken, and a symphony that saw all of their reluctance go up in smoke. A small ring would be placed in her lips "Hold this mia fammia, so you don't melt completely.

It was difficult to put into words...small voices screamed at Mari. This was dangerous. This was wrong. She didn't know him. And yet there was so much unspoken, already the two were so entwined with past connections, people like her dearest friend Oikawa...His voice lowered, a rumbled whisper as he agreed to her offer of a concert, a performance - just for him. She felt her heart ache at that. Was it a good pain? Or a bad? She couldn't tell. "Pain and pleasure. It is shared amore mia dolce. Like your hand." Without realizing it, Mari found her hand wrapped in his own, his rough callo

The man would begin to hoover off the plate, finding the food to be quite refined. It was almost as if Freya had improved years overnight. He'd pause, slow his consumption down and start to turn his tongue and truly taste it. It wasn't just filling the day out, given the man could eat like a horse. Or a horse. "Hmm, Freya your cooking is much much better. Been reading?" The guy remarks thinking that maybe she'd found some sort of self help manual, given that the seasoning was much more balanced and the quality had easily jumped up two octaves. Taking his cup of tea having finished his meal muc

Finishing her plate of food, watching Gaius come down the stairs like a zombie with no pants. She couldn't help but smile, forcing herself not to spit out that coffee that she just took a drink of. With a huge gulp, if would painful go down. "So I have been stuck on something for a few days now." Getting from her chair collecting her dish, trying to make sense of the thoughts that were rushing through her head. "I don't know exactly how long we've been in this game but I do know it's been at least 4 1/2 years." Picking up her cup, drinking the rest of the liquid that it had to offer. Whipping

The man would listen on in an earnest amount of attention that most were not awarded with, Mari really had a knack of pulling his interests front and center in ways that no one else really could. "I'll hold you to it. Concerto." The man responds matching the intensity as his brain continues to fawn over her, a scrambled noodle gone completely smooth. Passing her the bottle, given it was a gift that he'd legit fried a man for. He chose option B. He chose poorly. "Pain and pleasure. It is shared amore mia dolce. Like your hand." Head swimming he'd unfurl his fingers allowing hers to slip in the

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Shifting on the ground to look at this fella. There was so many questions that she wanted to ask, but first she would answer the ones that he already asked. "I have spent years practicing, I was home schooled so I had the time." Biting her bottom lip, she really didn't want to say to much. This person seemed okay but the minute she would mention royal that would be the last of their conversation for sure. "I don't draw people because I feel like its an invasion of their bubble and I rather not pop it. I draw what I see around me instead." Enya would grab her pad and start slowly flipping throu

Sitting there is silence as they both ate their bread. Was she mute, or did she just not want to talk to him. He couldn't help to think that he was the problem. The girl wouldn't even look at him. Did the green hair make her instantly not like him, in the past it was a big factor to why no one would speak to him. Maybe this was just another one of those times. The bread was gone now from both their hands and still not a word. Giving a sigh, "I'll be going now, sorry to be a bother," as he starts to get up before feeling a hand on his ankle. Looking down to meet her brown eyes, "You don't want

Finally finishing the sun rise, the orange, red and yellow beauty that shined upon the horizon. It was time for the small amount of clouds that could be seen. Switching out a few of the pastels and pen, she does a faint outline in black then uses the grey and white to blend them into fluffy clouds. Lightly smearing the peaks of the mountains to make it look like the light grey fog was illuminating from them. Why was this dude talking to her, why now. He had every opportunity days even weeks prior so why now. Did he want what she had, was he secretly spying on her to gather intel. Did he k

"I'm here, I'm Here!" Violet was sprinting as fast as she could into the entry hall before the boss room, panting as she tried to catch up with the rest of the frontliners. The frontlines had been running themselves ragged trying to keep the monsters of the floor at bay, especially given the lack of safe zones on the floor. NPC's and players alike were forced into a constant struggle, warring against abominations, likely formed from the remnants of the shadow - the colossal threat of a boss that had tried to swallow up the entirety of Aincrad during that raid. The frontliners had fought v

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| NIGHT | Lv. 154 >> P. 120, Lv. 34 | Status: dni: everyone Notes: - using slime farm. (+10% xp) - partaking in star's turkey dinner for overhealth 3. thank you! let's skip the obvious details about night receiving a random message addressing the 'frontlines' despite trying to keep herself as covert as possible. after a few messages dressing down hackman for details on how he got her contact information (bistro, of course, who then got a few scathing remarks from night herself thereafter), she joined the gagg

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Compared to the previous floor boss, Acanthus felt entirely unprepared. She had helped with a few field bosses for this raid, but nothing she wanted to bring. The lion’s fur sounded nice, but shed part of her ability to weather damage. And the crystal tempted her, but the thought of opening herself to a brutal counterattack sounded foolish. She would rely on the bolder members of the team to commit to the supposed weakness. But no other preparations had been made. The floor boss was a rush project with a firm deadline, and Acanthus couldn’t bring herself to care. The spice of death slowly

"Whenever you have a moment, I have a larger order to place. I'll come find you after the floor boss." Purchasing. Creme Brulee x5 Payment. 10 Materials sent to Demian.

"Thanks for coming through on short notice. I have a few rarer tea leaves for your troubles." Purchasing. 4 Imperial Grey Quarter (DMG 3) Payment. 24 materials sent to Kingsley.

“You always show up with something warm.” A smile burdened the Whisper’s face, appreciating the lion’s observation, and accepting it as thanks. Glancing from the edge of his stormy cloud, Freyd nodded his thanks and welcome to Ariel. Neither of them were big on words, especially where few were called for. Such is the unspoken tongue of the raid veterans. “Good hunting today, Ariel. To us all.” Other heroes soon emerged from the dark morass at their backs to face off against the maelstrom in the waters before them. Baldur, Hirru, Wulfrin and Ciela, even Mari. Freyd knew the

The period before a boss fight always struck Lessa as a little odd. On the surface, it looked like friends getting together after being apart for a year. The jovial greetings, the hugs, the sharing of food. Hell, it might have been a class reunion or something. But the whole time, there was this underlying sense of foreboding. Soon, they would be venturing into the boss room. There was a chance some of them might not return. But they still joked, still laughed, still kept their smiles locked in place. Was this what soldiers felt like in the hours before marching to war? She tried not to t

"Pain is life, as is warmth. Embrace it." "I wish more people thought that way. Instead of constant platitudes of black and white. Sides, some of the most fun things can be painful." She wouldn't elaborate. They were both adults, and she didn't need to. If he caught her implication, great, if he didn't. who cares? If their meeting this time would end anything like it did last time, then she doubted she'd see him anytime soon. Then again...Mari lifted her gaze to meet his crimson. Searching them for something, there was an intensity behind her eyes that coaxed his own into her radiance,

He'd take her hand and slightly turn the bandage around, looking at the burns on it. "Nothing wrong with it mi piromane. Pain is life, as is warmth. Embrace it." They were rounding 2nd, definitely uncomfortable to be sure but he'd not offer some unneeded comfort for it was proof of her desires and passions. Turning the cloth back, he'd turn to her tiny glass spheres as she'd down a heavy dose of that booze. "You play?" The man seemed almost sparked some renewed intrigue. *cough OOC, it was here that I was like bro he's Italian. Of course he'd like violins* "Yes, mi amore. Like a moth

Business. That meant please don't ask what I was doing. Mari simply nodded in response. She wouldn't pry. Not right now. They didn't know each other well enough for that. "I was here to experiment." Mari admitted. The grass around here usually had an extra layer of moisture to it, so any fires she started would be contained. The damage kept to a minimum. The last thing she needed was to piss off a bunch of NPCs and be running, or to accidentally hurt an actual person. And quite the flame you've nursed mi amore. I see you've been bitten Mari glanced down at her bandaged hand.