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The shrill whistle in the boot camp on floor 10, hidden off the frequented locales was something that most would never discover. Those that knew of it served its masters, or met a quick and untimely demise. Ever since the jail break, its location had been under intense lock and key and hidden clear from all inspecting eyes. It wasn't even spoken, and if it were it would quickly be moved. The floor was quite large, and investigating it was rather treacherous. The prison cells in the complex was still littered to the brim with wills waiting eagerly until they were broken or slain, and Haze wande

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Mid application of her makeup to really tie up the look she was meticulously crafting, the woman hears the door behind her click. A small crossbow is pegged with a turn of her attention, ready to strike if it were some wayward old catch aiming to take what she promised. But instead she's cradled by the familiar scent of scotch and cigarette smoke. That rough and stone like physic of an unmistakable firmness. "Johnathon." She mutters under belated breath, holding onto his arms as she's sent into a dip. "Glad you approve..." She's smile and bury her lips into his neck, leaving an imprint of ruby

Haikyuu! - Kuroo Tetsurou - Voodoo

CLICK Opening the doors of the new speakeasy, allowing Ecstasy to walk in first. It was an hour before the fun began. Walking in behind her, closing and locking the doors. There was still a few things left to do. Rushing up behind her, grabbing her hand sending her into a sudden twirl. Catching her with a hand to her cheek as the other grasped tightly pulling her to him. Gaze was inches away, "You look absolutely ravishing my lady. You are going to make a wondrous main attraction?" That touch, the look, it was enough to make him amped. He was not going to smear that stunning red lipstick

Name: Damage Button Profession/Rank: N/A ID/Roll: 258424 | CD: 12, LD: 5 Item Type: Spark Stone Tier: N/A Quality: Perfect Enhancements: Wrathful Description: Big red button. You press it and poof. More damage. Link: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/42923-f01-pp-another-another-another-another-one/?do=findComment&comment=704894&_rid=8792

Heading back inside the workshop, she availed herself of Waldo’s facilities. She didn’t need much in the way of guidance. She’d become quite handy with crafting. At least as far as these quests went. Though, it did take her a few attempts. It seemed like Engineering was a bit more involved than she was accustomed to. Everything needed to be Perfect Quality, which took a little doing. But only a little. Before too long, she had crafted her very first Spark Stone. She waved goodbye to Waldo, who was currently working furiously on… something. She didn’t even think that the walrus-man had see

“YEH! YER A SAFETY HAZARD! SPARKS ARE HOT METAL YANNO!” Sin blinked as Waldo raged. She crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her foot impatiently. “Wasn’t a problem when I was smithing. Fuck do you care anyway?” That seemed to calm the walrus down. His intense gaze softened - just a bit. His posture seemed to relax. “Oh, yer a blacksmith too. Quite the talented lass. Guess I shouldn’t worry about it. Go handle some of them boars outside, then.” Sin nodded as the Quest was finally added to her log. Turning on her heels, she headed outside. Being in the forest already, she d

Well that was new. An igloo in the middle of a forest. Outside, a giant turtle munched on a trough full of veggies. The sounds of banging and whirring power tools could be heard inside the igloo. Was she in the right place? Sin stepped inside the igloo and felt like she was simultaneously stepping into a fever dream. Was that a giant Walrus? She opened her mouth to speak. The walrus beat her to it. “Put sum clothes on there, lassie. Yer a safety hazard!” Looking around the workshop, she noticed how everything seemed to be haphazardly rigged together. Stuck together seemingl

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A song upon her lips, and in her heart - Alice had a basket full of questionable mushrooms and of dreams. To others, the floor was weary, dreary...but to her, it was magical. It felt like the mushrooms could talk. Like the sky above glittered. Alice was really and welly and truly living in her own precious wonderland. The woman picked up a mushroom from her basket, one of many Psilocybin mushrooms she had picked. "Don't worry little guy!~" She crooned. "You'll be turned into something magical, and truly...you'll become a...." She paused, a tilt of her head as if waiting for a cue - "FUN-GI!"

Luke laughed when Ceres tossed the spoon away. He supposed littering didn’t really matter in a make believe world. Moments later he was hugged and pulled away by her, not to dance but towards the food tables. “Heh, I guess it slipped my mind,” he said, not knowing how to explain that his head wasn’t working right due to being drunk, or whatever was happening to him. “At first, I thought you meant your name was actually Boring. But okay, Cinnamon works too! I’ll stick with Luke. Knowing myself I’ll forget a new name if I give myself one.” “Wow, what a selection… I was never muc

Scar | [Word Count: 7314/5 = 1462.8] * [True Tier: 4] * [Group Factor: 1] = 5851 EXP Alinta | [Word Count: 7314/5 = 1462.8] * [True Tier: 6] * [Group Factor: 1] = 8777 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 1316 col

Bael | [Word Count: 7863/5 = 1572.6] * [True Tier: 1] * [Group Factor: 1] = 1573 EXP Arsine | [Word Count: 7863/5 = 1572.6] * [True Tier: 2] * [Group Factor: 1] = 3145 EXP