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Crimson eyes shifted up from her small black leather bound notebook, then the woman shifted her gaze back down to the notebook and turned to a blank page; scribbling a few notes in neat handwriting. Khione closed her book shut with a loud snap. Right. She was on the first floor. People were always a little too friendly. Too complacent. Khione stood and dusted the blades of grass from her backside. The woman was a whole head taller than the friendly little blond girl. She wore the garb of a samurai, and had a katana slung across her back. A terrible place to have it if she wan

In an attempt to spice up her morning, Katoka decided that she would venture down to the first floor. It had been a while since she had changed up her morning routine. It usually consisted of drinking tea on her porch while reading or watching her familiar Hanami sun bathe. Today however, she had to drag herself out of bed and made the executive decision to find a cafe in or around the Town of Beginnings to enjoy. She was still rather sleepy as she wandered the streets, despite the time she had taken to shower and at try to look decent she still remained heavy lidded and drowsy. Feeling h

Yue Hua wasn’t too enthusiastic about killing these human shaped mobs. But they’d caged a few for observation once and someone pointed out to her how they were suffering. There was no cure in sight and every week they risked being overrun with them. As with any old video game, it was their lives against the enemies’. She tried her best to make the process as quick as possible. She ran through the second Shambler in her way and skidded to a kneel at the end of the corridor, clicking her sword back into its sheath. Sections of lighting had been taken out by the mobs’ flailing (another

The look on Freyd's face said it all. He was unimpressed, a seething fire smouldered behind those calm blue eyes. His was was stoic almost pleasant to others. But Freyd's jaw clenched and Mari could tell he was doing his best to be amicable. Mari shifted subtly, leaning her weight back into Lancaster as she placed a hand upon his chest. Mari could feel his erractic heart, thumping as though it would burst. - "He's trying." Mari said. As if to prove a point Mari reached into Lancasters pack and pulled a single cigarette free. She twirled it between thumb and forefinger. With a casual flick she

"I'll remember that next time," saying as he pulls her back in she would laugh with him but then he would shift her around. Nuzzling up against his shoulder, watching him type a message. Glancing to the name, "But Rai she hates me and I..." she was cut off rather abruptly. She sighs at his words as he brushes his hands against her head. "Fine, I'll try" looking up at him with a smile. She knew how much Ruri and Haine meant to him, but she also knew that she royal fucked up last time she tried talking to the girl. Not only that but she was there when Jubilex tried latching to her. She was tryin

The constant intermingling between the pair did wonders to sate the mans bundled up nerves, as if Mari was the only thing left he had to rely on. Which frankly she was. The man was a wanted criminal that most didn't even know about, and now the good old crew he ran with would likely be chasing him down after not too long. Yet given the circumstances he was provided, his options were extremely slim. Lancaster simply took what little he had and walked from the table. Best leave with no shirt or shoes, and cut your losses. "Well." The man returned the statement while pulling another drag. "The he

Watching the two of them awkwardly enter like a pair of dodling teenagers instantly conjured images of an older brother being introduced to his sister’s newest badboy douche bag sweetheart. If he was also one of the nation’s most wanted murders, an unrepentant thief, thug and arsonist - all of which Freyd knew to be true, and far worse. However touching, it was hard to think of the man before him as anything other than a selfish, callous, craven thug. He could be both, but the acceptance of it was hardly an improvement. "Guess looks can be deceiving. No offense. Amico" That he wo

A sharp inhale sees the girl stem a bundle of nerves caught in her chest, given the last time she was on this floor she was trapped in much darker thoughts. The message from Rai encouraged her out here, and as of late the guy had been more then his share of supportive. Exhaling in a thick cloud of hot white, the little bluenette would pull her hood up and stuff her hands into her pockets. The cold air burned her nostrils, the orange light in the inn as she passed it by did nothing to persuade her that this was a good idea. All the little things added up to the fact she was a stranger to this w

Getting absolutely pile driven by Eruda going full salvo, the man manages to stop her dead by allowing her momentum to flow past him and disperse before colliding with his chest. "Easy. Easy" The man remarks as if telling the force to fade away. He'd slide a bit but remain on his feet, given he'd easily handled much more then that. Hell there was that time he parried a ship. "To stop, all you need to do is pivot abruptly and lean against the direction your heading." Raidou offered the quick and easy lesson as she'd begin to get all flustered. "You're not getting out of this that easily, especi

arabelle primes her scythe for another swing. another. another. another! until it's dead! until she's cut the head off its neck and the rest of him is in pieces at her— unwilling, she's forced out of the fray. belregor is quite close to person-sized, even restored to his full height, and there are more than a dozen damage dealers trying to land a sword art on him before the turn is up. arabelle restrains herself and hangs her head, impatient. then her mind bends to a sudden curiosity and her focus shifts across her vision until she finds jomei and lessa at the corner of her eye.

With the two safely inside Mari stowed her weapon. Another glance out the window to check if anyone was there. If he was followed, if he was being chased. "Fuck it." Mari hadn't expected it. Lancaster ripped off his rings, one by one. As he did Mari glanced down at the one he had given her. She fiddled with it. Unlike him, she had no need to take it off. It comforted her. It saved her during a time where she wasn't sure she'd be able to drag herself back. The act was brash, in typical Lancaster fashion. But it spoke volumes to the woman. Mari reached out and squeezed his hand. It fe

Skating was getting easier, it was almost forth writ. A chime of her HUD, she opens the message and starts laughing. Either he was busy doing something when he sent it of drunk but that didn't seem like him. She starts to gain speed, her balance was getting loads better than it had been and so was those even strides against the ice. Hearing her name from behind her she turns a bit to look toward him with a smile, "Ooo Rai you have to help I..." dropping her sentence as she realized she was not slowing down. "Crap I..." trying to figure out the best way to stop or slow or something. She was get

The man went from all fire and brimstone into nothing more then a soggy wet blanket. He was half expecting this dude named Freyd to pop out of the home and start swinging while Mari was strapped to a chair or something. Instead Mari comes bounding out in tiny froggy slippers that get flung both which ways as they get suction cupped into the snow. Being led straight inside, Lancaster would take to a slow stroll, even leaning to peer around the corners. His eyes hadn't quite adjusted to the sudden shift in lighting, leaving him squinting and partially blind. Mari offers him a sharp tug without r

PH * * * *Note* Mari's hate was corrected below from 1->2 Recovery? Not Needed Wulfrin is at full HP and EN Cooldowns: Rending Familiar (2/5) Post Action: [x17] Tech-A vs Belregor (16 EN) -2 Stamina -1 Well Rested (2/3) Free Action: none ID 248169 | BD 8+8=16 hit; Fallen Proc 8*17=136/2=68 | CD 6 | 37*17= 629-140=489+80+68= 637 damage to Belregor. Stun applied. Watcher stack +1 Stats: [H:15] KnightessCiela | HP: 925/925 | EN: 62/86 | DMG: 1 | MIT:514 (464+50) | ACC:6 | AA | TAUNT | F-SPIRIT | EVA:-1 | FL.AURA: 8 | FR.AURA: 8 | FL.THORNS: 8/16 | FR.

The notification catches the man as he's wandering out of a small building in Urbus, the collection of bagged groceries in a paper bag held tight against his left shoulder. Raidou flicks his hand off to the side, as he repositions the bag and peers past it. Tapping the little flashing envelope his HUD pops open, and he clutches that bag in both hands. A little curious as to what she was up to, she'd been on some sort of activity kick these last couple days. Probably going a little stir crazy given she was likely used to running around doing quests and all that hubbub. The man would quickly typ

PH * * * Combat: KnightessCiela gains 20 HP - KnightessCiela is at full HP KnightessCiela gains 4 EN KnightessCiela's Turn: Post Action: Tech-D vs Belregor [x16] (15 EN) -1 Well Rested Free Action: none Tech-D vs Enemy ID: 248168 | BD: 4 (+6 ACC) = 10 | DMG: 1 + 5 (PTA) * 16 = 80 DMG - 140 MIT = 1 Big Fat Damage | Shatter Proc Stats: [H:15] KnightessCiela | HP: 925/925 | EN: 62/86 (72+4-14) | DMG: 1 | MIT:464 | ACC:6 | AA | TAUNT | F-SPIRIT | EVA:-1 | FL.AURA: 8 | FR.AURA: 8 | FL.THORNS: 8/16 | FR.THORNS: 8/16 | THORNS:112 | BH:31 | HB: 20 | DOTE

“Shit, girl. You lie to yourself far better than I ever could! Always have. Always will.” Mari wasn’t lying though. She did have that control. In the past she’d have ignored Freyd’s wishes. In the past she’d have mass produced them and sold them to the highest bidder. She had changed. And she DID have control. “You’re wrong…” Mari breathed ,her words barely a whisper. “You’re so wrong..” Was she saying that to herself? Or her gemini? The woman groaned - her head was heavy, thoughts muddled. She thought she had this, they had planned for this - so why was everything unraveling so? A

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“I have control now!” Mari shouted back, doubts tender hooks trailing the waver behind her voice. “Back then I did it to spite a world I hated! It’s different now!” Raucous, blatant, mocking laughter was the Gemini’s first and foremost retort, a paltry reward for Mari's failing courage. “Shit, girl. You lie to yourself far better than I ever could! Always have. Always will.” Following to call out Mari’s penchant for falling prey to her own foibles, Akir went on to press her face harshly against the ground, suffocating breath and will alike. “Every. Time. You always pat yours

Custom Ambition Tool | [800col] x 8 = 6400 Col {Alchemy, Appraiser, Artisan, Blacksmithing, Cook, Fishing, Performer, Tailor} Gain +1 bonus gathering/crafting EXP for each gathering/crafting attempt.

* * * Slaughtering Mobs ID: 248160 | LD: 3 (+Weapon Skill R1) = 4 LD Running total: 22

An odd pocket that is rather strange to enter, one that doubles as a home and a place to relax. All manner of ancient looking structures for crafting litter the grass, left to decay but renewed through sheer perspiration and tenacity. The large looming cherry blossom sits centered as a welcoming yet alien gift as its primary landmark. To many this wouldn't seem a hearth nor homestead, but to its occupant it has been so for quite some time. The field that surrounds it seems to extend for impossibly long, and finding it is an even further chore. Total Da

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