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Raidou would lean forward, giving her arms a look over and looking for any of those tell tale marks denoting damage on her body. "The exhaustion will pass, eat something." The guy would lean over and unfurl one of the few rations stored in here for probably a good month. It wasn't exactly the most welcoming meal, but it sufficed to recharge the excessive energy loss. A candle that burns twice as hot but lasts twice as long, which is why he did not hesitate or pull any punches. "I know I was there." The brown haired man would offer, folding the dry biscuit around in his mouth and trying not to

Mari rubbed at her eyes, so much had happened everything was blurring together. It was a tired action. She wanted to remove the edges of weariness from them but it did little to quell the effect. The bright blue light disappeared, revealing what looked like a small square room. It felt familiar. She'd seen this exact size and shape countless times before. They were in a dungeon. The silence between them was broken by the soft fwoom of torches as they lit up the room - and provided it with touches of warmth that Mari didn't realize she needed. The light danced over a room filled with forgotten

Into the small cleared out dungeon, one of many that now served as safehouses whenever made relevant. The place was dark, empty and with the strike of a stone the nomad would start to spark torches around the room. A decrepit little place, some rundown wooden furniture sat silent inside. Raidou would move to one of the cupboards, opening it up and pulling out a linen bag clearly to new for its surroundings. "How do you feel?" He'd ask as she was clearly in quite a bit of pain, moving to a table and pouring out its contents and starting to rummage through it. A couple of bottles of green liquid

TEXT Rec. ID# xxxx | CD: 6 | +0 EN | +0 EN Post Action: [SIN]ST-I > «Mother Nature» Free action: Vanish ✔️ | ID# 247752 | LD: 14+5+1 > 9 ID# 247751 | BD: 6 (2 +6-2, Hit!) | CD: 2 | [x12+3] (35+4) = 585 -(50) MIT =545 DMG > «Mother Nature» ST-II available! -(14 -2-1) EN | WELL-RESTED: 2/3 Vanish 3/3 CD Nature’s Strangle | Next Post Action must be sacrificed to break free. ID# 247753 | BD: 4+2 (Hit!) MD: 9 | «Mother Nature» | 140 -(127) MIT = 13 DMG > Dracul 16/2 [-20

"Enough!" With the order barked Mari began to feel an odd pain. A shattering command that echoed through her body. Every word he spoke she almost felt an allure to follow. It felt like as though someone was peeling her very skin away. Something inside her shifted. It tore at her very being, the fibers of her soul. Layer by layer- and with each layer Mari could breath a little better, the heavy weight on her heart a little lighter. But with it..a clarity as memories of the events that just transpired began to set in a mind that was entirely her own again. It caused her shoulders to lurch

A voice echoes through the cavern’s depths—layered like wind through reed beds and stone grinding against root. It presses against my eardrums, ancient and unyielding: “You have my keys. You have come for my bounty. Prove you deserve it.” I raise my shield. Every fiber of my being tightens. The echo of that voice shudders through the stalagmites. I taste iron on my tongue. This is no apparition. This is a trial. Ariel and Millicent slip from the shadows at my sides—silent wraiths of promise and peril. Darius stands close, fists unclenched but ready. I inhale. Holy light pools around

The man twists and bend to take in their surroundings, finding that they were now alone. No witnesses that would be able to recount what they had witnessed. Instead, the wall would offer that the detachment was slain by another pair of frontline assholes. But the secret remain as such. "Enough!" The man barked and his body would start to drip in response, as the heavy layers of black would start to fall off like slices of dead skin. They collide and splash into a large black puddle, leaving both players rigid and out of breath. His blade turns and finds itself slid into a sheath awaiting it on

First light fractured through moss‑draped stalactites as Ariel led them back to the pedestals. Dawn’s pale glow painted the cave mouth in muted greens and golds. Six keys hung at her side—tender trophies from distant trials. Each pulsed faintly, as if eager to join the door. Millicent moved beside Ariel, matching her pace. The obsidian daggers at her hips gleamed with promise. Neither spoke. Words felt unnecessary when the world held its breath. Dracul and Darius brought up the rear, shoulders squared. Their armor and coats still bore last night’s damp. Yet both carried themselves wi

I stand at the edge of the firelight, the glow casting sharp angles across my armor’s dark emerald trim. The cavern mouth yawns behind us, silent as a slumbering giant. My greatsword rests at my side—its weight familiar, grounding. In this moment of calm, I feel every rivet and plate pressing against my shoulders. Each breath draws in the forest’s damp chill, and I welcome it. It reminds me that I am alive. Ariel kneels by the stream, rinsing mud from her kimono. I watch her silhouette through the dancing sparks and think of the blade she wields. Shadowflame’s hunger still hums beneath he

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₣₳₵ɆⱠɆ₴₴ ₭₦ł₲Ⱨ₮ ♫♫♫♫ "Breath." She breathed deep, a gargled and raspy breath. The pain in her chest subsided with each ragged inhale, rising and falling in an uneven rhythm as she listened to her friend…friend? Yes. Friend. His voice somehow rang out perfectly clear in her mind. "Focus on what you're doing. Control yourself, let it raise to a boil. When you feel like your about to burst..." Her hair, now long black tendrils with a molten sheen of gold dragged against the ground as the Faceless Knight took one, two, then three steps forward. With a flick they la

The dark sludge finds itself tearing into the man like a knife through paper, a ruthless tug up causes the tree to topple as he is split up the middle. The blade spins up to neutral, drawn across his body and held aloft. That faint glow of crimson, as the essence of the man feeds that steel and it charges by the system for more. Mari would find herself trapped in Juiblex, who found her strength useful, her emotion functional. Writhing in a mix of breaks and snaps, it would adhere itself to her frame as if it knew she would give in. A dagger from the floor, disappears into the black ooze and it

Eruda spoke quietly about her time outside the game, tone rueful. Her long lashes fluttering with the unsavory memories. Outside...gods that felt like so long ago now. It was almost as though anything from out there was the different world, and here was reality. Time dilation made things weird. At one point...Mari may very well spend more time here than she ever did in reality. It was hard to imagine a world without stats, mobs, and all manner of creatures and skills. An uncreative world with the weight of real life. "It's a shame that happened to you out there." Mari said as she turned to sta

The teleport gate’s glow died behind them. In its place, dusk stretched across Floor 1 like a half‑remembered dream. The forest encroached, branches draping overhead with the weight of years. Each footstep pressed into soil that had first met them on day one—players untested, hopeful, naive. Now, the same path felt charged, like a living thing that recognized them and whispered warnings. Ariel led the way, kimono clinging damp to her form, crimson cape darkened by mud and mist. Her weapon rested at her side, silent but alive—a promise settling beneath her ribs. Shadowflame’s faint warmth

Eruda chuckles as the girl mentions the glasses. Then she started talking about her not giving a damn about what other people thought about it. "It a good attitude to have. I wish I had that courage in the real world. Most people thought I was mute so they pushed me around, made fun of me and I just took it because I didn't know what else to do." Swirling the cocoa around in the cup, "It really wasn't until I came into this game and Raidou found me that I even considered talking again." Eruda would smile at this and meet her gaze. "Oh this," as she takes one hand and sets it above the fi

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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

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“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

Dracul’s defiant roar echoed across the shattered lake, a raw counterpoint to Taneuma’s sputtering, enraged whinnies. He was a bulwark, a storm anchor woven from pride and pain, holding the beast’s dying fury entirely upon himself. Ariel breathed. In. The scent of ozone, steam, and scorched earth. Out. The lingering static, the tremor in the ground. Her weapon lowered smoothly to her side, its obsidian tip kissing the surface of the disturbed water, sending out tiny, perfect ripples. This wasn't iaijutsu. This was kensho—seeing the essence. The final cut required no flourish, no cloak