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Words Sakura | Lv. 17 | P. 0 | HP [240/340] | EN [37/52] | ACC [3] | DMG [7] | EVA [3] | MIT [20] | LD [6] | SD [2] | Keen [1] | Paralyse [8-10] | -2 EN | -50 HP | +2 EN Sand Hyena 1 | HP [155/204] | DMG [68] Sand Hyena 2 | HP [85/204] | DMG [68] ID245715 | BD [1+4] = 5 | <<ST-II vs. Sand Hyena 2>> | Critical Miss | MOB [10-3] = 7 | Major Critical Hit [{68+2}-20] = 50 damage ID245716 | <<Sand Hyena 1 vs. Sakura>> | BD [3-3] = 0 | Miss

Her sudden charge seemed to take the hyenas by surprise, allowing Aoi to slam her right hand into the side of the more injured of the two and release another bolt into it. The creature yelped and retreated slightly, making its way away from her as it limped back in feigned pain. Whether it was truly in pain or not, Aoi couldn’t say – and in the moment, wouldn’t have cared. She’d already taken a brutal beating from the creature, and she wasn’t ready to give either of them pity at this point in time. Taking a deep breath, she leapt backwards, landing on her feet a few steps away and retreat

PH * * * Recovery? ID 245711 | CD 12 | +6 EN Wulfrin regains 9 EN Cooldowns: Rending Familiar (5/5), Charge (3/3) Post Action: [x16] Tech-G (15 EN) vs The Watcher -2 Stamina Free Action: ID 245711 | BD 4+8-2=10 | CD 12 | 23*16= 368-110 = 258 DMG to The Watcher. Burn 21 Applied. Stats: Wulfrin | HP: 845/845 | EN: 67/113 | DMG: 23 | MIT:121 | ACC:7 | AA | EVA:2 1 | PARA-IM | BH:37 | REC: 6 | FLN: 6 | FRB: 30 | TXC-V: 24 | FRZ: 48 | LD:5 KnightessCiela | HP: 764/765 | EN: 42/80 | DMG: 8 | MIT: 232 220 | ACC: 5 | AA | TAUNT | F-SPIRIT | EVA: 3 | FL.AURA: 6 |

PH * * * Recovery: Not needed Wulfrin is at full HP and EN Cooldowns: None Post Action: [x16] Tech-G vs Avalanche (15 EN) -2 Stamina -1 Well Rested (3/3) Free Action: ID 245710 | BD 1 (AA) + 8 +1 = 10 hit | CD 6 | 12*16 = 192 - 45 = 147 DMG to Avallanche. Burn not applied due to Crystal Form. Mit reduced by 5 [1] Wulfrin | HP: 795/795 | EN: 89/101 | DMG: 12 | MIT:67 | ACC:7 | AA | PHASE | EVA:2 | PARA-IM | BH:26 | REC: 2 | HLY: 4 | LD:5 [0] KnightessCiela | HP: 515/515 | EN: 68/68 | DMG: 9 | MIT:85 | ACC:4 | TAUNT | EVA:2 | THORNS:9 | BH:6 | REGEN: 23 | REC: 1

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PH *** Post Action: Gathering supplies for Floor 29 Field Boss Timer: 8/10

"Sounds like a plan. What kind of bosses will we be fighting?" Astra walked alongside Wulfrin as they started to make their way through the town of beginnings. Much like Wulfrin, Astra had also been searching the town for supplies for the frontlines, but was having little luck in the Town of Beginnings. It appeared like a lot of others had the same idea, and NPCs inventories were running low as a result. As long as the supplies were making their way to the frontlines, though, that would be fine. "I haven't had much luck with supplies here either, to be honest. It seems like its a bit pic

Did she like her work? It took her a moment to realize Sable meant the game. He had just referenced the frontlines, but still… Thinking about the game as another salaried position depressed her. Swords and monsters, and it was still just an eight-to-five job. She left the question to suffocate with a curt reponse. “It’s alright. You fight things, do quests, and try not to die.” He didn’t press any further in the moment, moving towards the dilapidated church instead. The pair entered and surveyed the room around them. While Acanthus studied the high ceilings for any irregularties or monste

The crossbow bolt slammed into the side of the hyena, causing the creature to scream slightly and lash out sideways towards Aoi’s form, catching her and throwing her against a nearby rock formation. For a split second she felt the pain rip through her body, before she remembered the lack of pain filters within the game itself. Struggling to her feet, her mind still reeling from the believed pain more so than any actual physical impact, Aoi reloaded the hand crossbow on her wrist and brought it up to fire once more. It was only during this movement that she realised the second hyena had closed

Mari seemed to like the statement but the irony was it wasn't really intended to be a joke, he'd met three of them and each one of them were completely dirty. They'd pick and choose who to engage with, and they couldn't keep a single fact straight. Completely incapable ass wipes sitting on a high horse built on lies. Raidou couldn't help but lean closer to the edge of the roof, watching bright tops of hair wandered up and down completely unaware of them both. The duo was completely invisible these two stories up. "So you're not anymore?" "Nope." He'd quip taking the bottle from her

Whatever thoughts Aoi may have had about cheering up and thanking Kaie were driven away as the howls ripped across the otherwise open desert area, quickly turning into a collection of yips that sent an odd chill down her spine. Aoi shifted her footing, turning in an attempt to locate the position that the sounds had come from, knowing that the danger would appear from the sands without warning if she wasn’t careful. The crossbow on her wrist was already loaded and ready to go – modified recently with a pull-string that allowed her to fire it single handedly, a small addition that she had made

Mari snorted, then laughed aloud at the mention of Aincrad Pompous Dicks. He had a point, practically everyone she had ever met who had associated themselves with the APD had their head so far up their ass they could taste their own shit. Mari turned and sat with her back against the wall. It meant she couldn't people watch anymore, but she didn't mind. The overly bright glare from some of the brass was getting to her. Looking up at the sky was much nicer. Gods how she missed the sky. She missed being able to just sit...and listen, listen to life. The players arguing below, to the sounds

Deserts had always appealed to Aoi, in an odd way. She’d found fascination with their entire existence, the way that a barren, dry environment could continue to maintain and provide for life somehow causing an impression upon her. Now that she was in one, however, she found herself reconsidering the interest. Sand blew by her face, leaving her wondering why she had come here in the first place – and more important, why it got everywhere. There’s really no safe haven from it here. It gets everywhere, and you can’t avoid it. Definitely not an ideal, relaxing place…and the heat. This is no beach.

Following along with the girls devious plan, he'd find himself whisked away far away from the damn gremlin that was eye banging everything with legs. Down the busy streets and through an alleyway that led straight to a ladder that would lead straight to rooftop. The sun played upon the brass city in a defiant glare, casting the whole thing in a brilliant bronze shine in a mix of orange. Mari would be staring down at her pilfered bottle, as the man would take a space on the rooftop, a panel sliding of the top and you can hear someone yell from the street below. "Oops." he'd quip but slide back

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"- I feel like an asshole." "You are." Mari commented, her eyes shifting from the bartender to Raidou then back to the bartender. "But I'd prefer an honest asshole over fake niceties." As the bartender shifted away Mari slowly...slowly...slowly reached over the bar - as though the slower she moved the less noticeable her actions. She held a finger up to her mouth to signal Raidou to be quiet. Then... Yoink She got a warning in the top corner of her HUD - stating she had stolen something, but Mari had taken far more than that from here in the past. "How about we get the he

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"Well it worked and now I feel like an asshole." The man leans forward and lays on his own arm as the truth just slides out. Raidou knew that he was always misunderstood when it came to Mari. The best intentions always came across poorly. The bartender just floated round right in front of them like an imbecile, clearly not picking up on a single social queue. "Dude could you leave? I can feel your eyes." The bartender finally takes a hint and grabs a white rag and moves away. He'd look to Mari almost pleading. "If I get so under the table he starts hitting on me, for the love of god get me the

Mari shrugged when Raidou told her he was sober. "Coulda fooled me." She mused, nursing her drink. "Then again..." She glanced at him. "You have quite a few ticks up your sleeve, huh?" It was an observation. Mari had always seen Raidou as someone to not be feared - a simple man with simple desires that usually revolved around picking up various herbs. But - it seemed he had made a name for himself, enough for Baldur to have shown concern when his name was mentioned. Then, Raidou told her he needed to pull the stick out of his butt and relax - And Mari couldn't help but honestly laugh at

"No i'm not" the sentence breaks off and he cannot help but squint at her in disbelief at the statement. "Drunk." The man raises a hand, he'd push his hands out in front of him and watch as his sake had taken to a pair of hideous legs and walked itself to the back room. "Ok." He'd put his hands up near their view, basically trying to possibly narrow the perceptions of an inebriated woman wearing empty lens glasses that she stole while hitting on a man in a bar with cheesy hamming to pull free drinks or worse hitting on the lumpy sack of clay. "Mari, someone told me to pull the stick out of my

"Excuse fucking me?" Mari asked. Giving....the bartender what now? Oh hell no. Mari had standards, and they were absolutely fucking cosmic compared to the bartender. Mari picked up her sake - nice and warm, and shifted two sets over to sit right next to Raidou. "There's only one of me. Lord knows Aincrad only needs the one." Mari muttered as she took a small sip from her serving of alcohol. She made sure to do so slowly, enjoying it. Warm Sake was rare for her after all. Mari signaled the bartender, and tapped in front of Raidou. "His is cold. Be a dear and fetch him a warm serving." T

The man sat in silence before the woman at on his immediate right would start to really lay it on thick, as she began to use her finger as a stirring rod. The bartender was practically drooling all over himself like straight out of a cartoon. Soon his eyes would bust out of his head and stretch 2 feet from his skull, Raidou couldn't help but imagine the image. Tapping his fingers a little hastily across the bar, the clear lack of service was a little irritating. Shoving his face into his hand, he was trying to both not yell at the idiot or bust out laughing. This is shit was absolutely so corn

Rai?? Mari blinked at him. The man barely gave her a second glance - did he not...recognize her? Maybe it was because he seemed to be without his glasses. Mari snorted. This could be fun. Th woman opened up her inventory, and pulled out a pair of his glasses- one of the broken sets she had managed to pilfer over the years of constantly breaking them. She slipped them on - they were without their lenses. But still, it would get her point across. Mari's hair had grown, and she quickly pulled it up into a high ponytail. Finally, Mari re-positioned herself to be a little more comfortable