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Eruda thankfully dismissed Mari's comment, simply stating she was easy to miss back then. Ah someone who was more reserved. That suited Mari just fine. Despite people saying she was charismatic and witty, she really wasn't the best conversationalist. Eruda shifted her attention, her head bobbing up and down before she tried skating again - this time a little more steady. Mari glanced down at the ice, it was wet, slippery - even a seasoned skater would have trouble on it. "Yeh....to be fair..." Mari began as Eruda smiled, retelling just how many times Mari had broken his glasses. More than she

“Dangerous and bloody, huh?” Mari blinked. "Oh... Oh not bloody...god give me a lil credit Oscar. That's an Aussie thing." Mari said as she gestured toward herself. "We say bloody a lot. Like, yanno. Bloody hell. A sign of frustration." Mari set her fork down and pushed her plate aside, a heavy sigh. She really was still hungry He seemed a little distracted by her words. "I'm fine." She reiterated. Just in case Oscar needed to hear it. "And quite honestly he didn't seem all that dangerous - we shared a drink, thats about it." Mari tapped the table, the man seemed a little bit too goofy

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"To be fair I was pretty easy to miss, I didn't talk much back then." Eruda looks down at the ice and starts nodding her head almost like she was counting with each bob. After a moment she started making strides backwards, her feet were moving to the motion of her head. It was like dancing with out the head movement. Shifting herself around, changing directing, going forward not backward. Counting the steps under her breath. It was not fast or graceful but she wasn't falling on her ass which is all she cared about. The other stuff would come with time. "Well knowing you and knowing your name a

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“Dangerous and bloody, huh?” There was generally two types of people who went full bore into that sort of mystique. There were, of course, the bullshitters. It was generally done as a manipulation tactic. To intimidate some weak-willed person. Trick a woman into thinking they’re dealing with a bad boy. But they were so very rarely about it. It rarely took more than the lightest push to get them to abandon their entire persona. But then there were the ones that really were about it. And there was nothing to be done with those types except putting them in the ground. Oscar had to

TEXT Rec. ID# 247745 | CD: 7 | +8 EN | +4 EN Post Action: ST-B > «Taneuma» Free action: N/A ID# 247746 | BD: 10 (10, CritHit!) | CD: 8 | [x20+3] (35+4) = 897 -(50) MIT =847 DMG > «Taneuma» ST-B Available! «Kaiso no Waza: Meikyo Shisui» -(22 -2-1) EN | WELL-RESTED: 0/3 Vanish 1/3 CD [5]Dracul | HP: 620/720 | EN: 82/84 | DMG: 1 | MIT:127 | ACC:1 | TAUNT | THORNS:214 | BH:40 | REC: 4 | HLY: 6 | PARA [2]Ariel | HP: 1053/1053 | EN: 111/132 | DMG: 35 | MIT:0 | ACC:6 | AA | PHASE | EVA:2 | BH:

It was unraveling before my eyes, bleeding light and fury, cracked open by Ariel’s impossible strike. The silver scar her blade had left across the lake’s reflection seemed to pulse, a wound in reality itself. My moment. The frustration, the near-misses, the electric burns—they coalesced into pure, focused rage. The greatword flared in my grasp, the blue rose motifs blazing with holy fire as I poured every ounce of strength into a final, desperate charge. "NOW! FINISH IT!" My voice ripped raw from my throat, less a command than a primal scream. Taneuma staggered, its star-core flickerin

The world didn't slow. It bent around Ariel, the frantic dance of lightning and steel resolving into crystalline clarity. She saw the afterimage of Taneuma’s evasion, the precise point in space it had occupied milliseconds before Dracul’s frustrated swing. That was her canvas. Stepping forward wasn’t merely movement; it was a transition through fractured time. Nihilim’s Wrath cleared its black-lacquered saya with a whisper, not the roar of shadowflame, but the pure, chilling song of moonlight on river-polished steel. This wasn't about consuming darkness; it was the absolute, unadorned truth of

Waterlogged and furious, I shoved Darius aside, his grip on my arm like a shackle I couldn’t bear. "I have this," I snarled, the words tasting of lakewater and ozone. Guardian’s Oath’s holy light flared along the rose-etched blade, a beacon in the charged gloom as I charged forward, silt spraying in great gouts from my heavy boots. Taneuma’s star-eyes burned a deeper, angrier crimson—Ariel’s insidious shadowflame still visibly gnawing at its crackling flank. Perfect. Let it bleed. With a roar that tore at my raw throat, I swung the massive greatsword in a blinding, overhead arc, the holy

There was a long pause as she stayed firmly planted on the ice. Keeping her face away from Mari. What on earth is she doing? "Oh hey," She finally spoke, her voice a little shaken, perhaps from the cold - or embarrassment that someone had just watched her fall. Mari wasn't sure, and quite frankly didn't care enough to over analyze a simple interaction. There didn't seem to be anything nefarious going on. She was just trying to enjoy herself. "Mari right?" She wore a serene and soft smile, and her eyes were soft - as though she wouldn't be capable of hurting anyone. But Mari had been tric

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Staring up as she blinked the light bits of snow away from her eyes. It was then that another female was heard. At first Eruda didn't look, she was out here alone and she didn't have her gear equipped. Closing her eyes for a moment trying to get a hold of her panicked emotion. With who ever this was were going to kill her she would be dead or at least a sword or hand to the throat, something, but there was nothing. Sitting up she would slide her body around to find a semi familiar face. "Oh hey," a smile on her face as she would take a better look at her surrounding. Seeing a building make a s

Mari was making the trek from the upper floors back to her home - it'd taken several hours. Literally. It wasn't easy being a Pker sometimes. She was looking forward to going home, and if Lancaster was there - curling up in his lap and having a cold hard drink, and a well earned rest. The woman trudged through the snow - tattered scarf wrapped tightly around her face. She wore thick black leggings beneath her usual attire, but her freckled arms were still bare. The Survival skill did most of the work, but the cold air was still somewhat uncomfortable. Mari paused and held out her palm sky

note to self: revise the message to bistro to 'it's real, and it's annoying'. because the way belregor had blurred over only to morph into player after player made her grit her teeth. clearly, it had stolen the attention of all other fighters, if only to plan for contingencies. night was just furious it wasn't a message to herself. image after image, it switched. then what illusion it wore was repelled -- better for them, she thought, beyond the presence of a mimic in their midst. because belregor, towering and huge, would've been harder to hit had it taken on a player's form. once star (

The creature was breathing heavily behind her, she could feel its hot acrid breath tickle the skin on the back of her neck and arms - tinged with a sort of prickling pain that continued to tick down her health. Mari blinked - seeing a warped screen pop up in front of her. She couldn’t read it. Text too jumbled. It reminded her of what happened on the 29th floor with the drinking quest. Confused. Mari reached out and clicked ‘Accept’ without much thought. The moment she pressed the button the pain stopped. Her health stopped ticking down, and instead started to tick up as her battle

OH BOY OPRAH Dimensional Pouch [247738] | [15 Mon] Adds +1 to the player's Battle Ready Inventory. A player may only benefit from one Dimensional Pouch at a time, but can be worn in addition to a Dimensional Backpack or Hammerspace Backpack.

Pulling her long white coat closer together, shivering with every step made. Raidou was out and she didn't want to stay in the house today. She wanted to learn something new. Her choices were a bit limited, there was the piano that just showed up. She was still unsure when he had gotten it but without basic music knowledge there was no possible way that she could learn such a complex instrument. There was the dance that Raidou had shown her time and time again but dancing around the house with nothing to latch on to, it would look a bit stupid even if she was alone. There was cooking but she w

A black cable races across the ground latching the unconscious ones ankle and ripping it into Raidou, that black blade tearing through it as its whisked up. Across the waist, its carved in twain and shatters like glass upon the branches and terrain. Mari was just as headstrong as always, the endless pain in the butt. In another age he would have forced her, afraid of his own control for fear of turning on her. Watching her health flash in and out, the blood red miasma tearing at her vitality like many more before it. The man flicks his screen open, choosing to trust her. Put his faith in her i

As was quickly becoming the standard, Yue Hua woke up and Cardinal had dropped an event on top of her head. She had dozens of notifications to check off, both from the guild channels and the system itself, and past the walls of the Trackers Alliance's F29 outpost, Ilridge had experienced an abrupt change in soundtrack. Before anything else, Yue Hua rushed to the nearest window and flung it open. Popped her head out, her iridescent eyes wide, her entire being unkempt. The first culprit was a red-haired boy on a makeshift stage, yelling at the top of his lungs. "GIVE IT UP FOR STY/L!”

"Mari?" His voice didn’t sound right, it reverberated and layered over itself over and over and over again till it was nigh unrecognizable. "You need to leave!" “Like hell I am.” Mari hissed as she grabbed the collar of the man who scrambled to pick up his Katana again - she used the momentum of his charge and grabbed his collar - ramming his face into a tree - he slumped to his knees then fell face first into the dirt. Unconscious. Why did he recognize her and only start aiming for Raidou? There wasn’t something quite right about this situation. Everything screamed at her t

Things were….Okay now? Mari wasn’t sure…most of the tension had left the air but there was still something slightly off about everything. For starters..Freyd. He was unusually silent, eyes downcast. Mari’s brow furrowed in concern. Did her slap comment get to him? Mari cleared her throat as she tapped her fork absently against the rim of her plate. “Uhm…just so yanno…” She began, her other hand tugging nervously at her fringe before she tucked it behind her ear. “I wouldn’t actually slap you that hard.” It was supposed to be a joke, a poor attempt at one, but hey - Mari wasn’t good in these so

The thickened black ichor suctioned to his skin, drawing itself along him like furthering death on a low tide. Surrounded by the hounds of man, wolves in the shape of people who to which they'd worn the pelts of sheep. Far too long it had gone on on table scraps, failed potions, and the like. It was eager for a feast that it had not had for far too long. The resonating shriek of a woman who had since escaped her own heartache, her own turmoil. An echo through a cavernous death trap it would echo for miles down those somber woods. "Mari?" It would hiss in a horrid twist, a layer of voices spoke