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PH @Vex Vexxus

The film of crimson persists through the air like a malevolent vapor draining the life from all within his confines, as a roaring streak of red scorched the souls of those it gazed upon. A feral looking creature that almost fully divorced itself from humanity despite having arms and legs, its skin a polished black ooze that dripped void like ink from its wrists and elbows. "Vincent Lionetti." It spoke in a sharp tongue, one of twin tones overlapped over one another. A duality to it, alien and unnatural. "Best not jump to conclusions as you are notorious for." It hissed as the blade is ripped c

"And I'm not the Pink PKer anymore. I'm far more than that now." Defiance flickered in her eyes, a resolve. A refusal to be known as the Pink PKer, a monkier she had long since abandoned. Mari was all but ready to collapse; her arm burned...her chest on fire...without the glasses she felt whispers tickle her mind - screaming at her - doubts telling her Lancaster wasn't real. She needed him. Mari really needed Lancaster by her side, to keep her together. A shriek from the man, broken and small, cracking in fear caused Mari to turn...facing him. A stumble as she tried to comfort him, fallin

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PH @Reytac

*Continuation of This Lancaster watched on frozen to events as they'd unfold, clinging desperately to every spoken word. His bones seemed to not want to move, for within his sight was the devil incarnate. The very same he'd spat in the face of and hid from not but a couple weeks prior. Was this it? A consequence of his attempts to live a life with Amari? Staring them down, and Mari seemed to be so much more familiar with the lord then he'd ever thought possible. A desperate hand reaching out to her as she'd move in close, but his feet remaining rooted out of terror. Out of breath as the m

Thread Closure: Mari | [Word Count: 12291/5 = 2458.2] * [True Tier: 15] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 1.03] = 37979 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 5696 col Raidou | [Word Count: 12291/5 = 2458.2] * [True Tier: 19] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 1.05] = 49041 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 7356 col Lancaster | [Word Count: 12291/5 = 2458.2] * [True Tier: 6] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 1] = 14749 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 2212 col Final Rewards: Mari: 37979 EXP 5696 x 1.03 {Guild Rank 3} = 5867 Col Raidou: 49041 EXP 7356 x 1.05 {Guild Rank 5} = 7724 C

Stealing this, because meh

With her back still against V, and a stomach filled with liquid courage Mari began rambling. "Before Aincrad...I washh in an unwanted Marriage...I wasss dragged through the mud a-an divorshed...within Aincrad, I thought I found shumeone - we shared kisses. Shentiments...I thought I had found someone but then they told me it was all just an act...the next, told me I was only trying to attach myself to shomeone. I should f--ugh...focus on...getting everyone elsh out..." Mari lifted her head slightly, staring at the flickering lights above, what was she trying to say? Mari stared at the flic

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@Astra gives u 1x Devaloka Fragment (1) | Consumable Allows its user to skip the searching portion of the <<Feeding your Enemy>> quest. If the player fails to tame the creature, they will have to find it again by the searching rules in the quest. Can also be used to change a familiar’s appearance to a form of itself based on illusory light. Single-use item.

10/10/25 - Unevaluated Crafted: 254560, Uncommon T4 Magic Thread, (CD:6+1, LD: 15) + 254563, Uncommon T4 Magic Thread, (CD:4+1, LD: 3) + 254566, Rare T4 Magic Thread, (CD:10+1, LD: 7) = 254560, Perfect T4 Magic Thread | Retribution Powder {Thorned 1} 254561, Perfect T4 Magic Thread, (CD:12+1, LD: 3) | Retribution Powder {Thorned 1} 254562, Perfect T4 Magic Thread, (CD:12+1, LD: 9) | Retribution Powder {Thorned 1} 254565, Uncommon T4 Magic Thread, (CD:4+1, LD: 10) + 254567, Uncommon T4 Magic Thread, (CD:6+1, LD: 1) + 254570, Rare T4 Magic Thread, (CD:10+1, LD: 2) = 254565, Perfect

10/10/25 (Crafting Respite: 249769, Ambition: 251091, Sewing Room (Ext.) | +2 EXP, +1 Attempt, Gold Chain Armor (Tablet) | +1 CD) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 254559 CD: 1 +1 LD: 15 Critical Failure - 7 (+6 Ambition) 2 254560 CD: 6

"Have you been...hurt before?" Jevi's smile faded, the glass nearly slipping from her fingertips as Mari's tapped against hers. Though quick reflexes, she secured it again before it crashed against the bar below. At least the drink wasn't affecting that. Not yet at least. Jevi didn't want to talk about her past, especially not about Alex's past. Not yet. She had only just met this woman, more importantly, she wasn't ready to hear the stories of her tattered past on her own voice. Again, not yet. "Too many times to count." she managed to maintain her composure, trying to play it

"I love this look. It makes it easier to see those eyes of yours." "Contrary to popular belief, I have two of them." He would playfully point to the two, olive green orbs with two fingers. A hand remained around the small of her back as the two opened up to speak with Oscar, flashing her a crooked brow as she swung her hips to accentuate her belts. How had Oscar put it? An absolute bombshell. And tonight, she was his. He was hers. "Pretty much said everything I could have." Jomei would remark to Oscar with a small laugh, "Everything you had told me you wanted this place to be.

Leaves crunched beneath booted heels as Reytac strode through the dark forest. He had a small lantern hanging in his hand - he’d gone for a fun bit of horror aesthetic and found a hollowed out skull with a light glowing from within the open mouth. Possibly from the tenth floor, perhaps, but he wasn’t sure where exactly it had come from. Still, it was working, lighting up the vibrant red leaves that he was walking across. He hummed in appreciation as he looked up to see skeletons hanging from the branches around him, rattling in the wind like nightmarish windchimes. The whistling, howling wind

The woman stood in the shop’s doorway, her lips pursed in thought, her gaze glued to the message window hovering a few inches from her face. The man behind her cleared his throat once, twice, then barked out a gruff, “Excuse me,” before she finally realized he was there. “Oh god, I’m so sorry,” Lessa stammered, scooting out of the store’s entrance and practically down the block before she slowed. A quick glance over her shoulder showed him huffing in annoyance as he stomped the opposite direction. She probably deserved that. Making a better door than a window, or whatever. That idiom neve

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"Heh, well. I guess I better start.." He would say before he felt her fingers upon his cheek. It caught the man off guard, as it was that gentle touch that conveyed something he needed. Something that he couldn't understand, but knew he wanted more of it. How long had it been since someone gave him this peace of mind. Hirru would've thought about it, but he would let himself nearly fall into that hand, if she had not taken them away. It left behind a warm flush behind, to which the heat would make his mask that much more uncomfortable. It took quite a bit of restraint to not take h

Inventory Support Package - 3 Healing Potions(50HP) 2000 Col & 25 Mats Skills Claws | Rank 1

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Arbalest | 白石、河原木 23/F | 5’7(1.7m) | Shiraishi Kawaragi Shiraishi, nicknamed Ishikawa(River Stone) by some of her closest friends, was born in Kyoto, Japan yet has spent most of her life living in the Kanagawa Prefecture in the city of Kamakura. She grew up without her mother who passed at too young an age from illness. In her single digit age, this grounded Shiraishi into reality. While she could still take day to day life rather lightly, her core values involved respecting the value of life and death. Time is short in life and she intends on not wasting it. Her father, a struggling wi