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The girl landed softly in a field of poppies. It was not a place she recognized. It was not Aincrad. Certainly, it was a land Aincrad would have created. The vermillion petals of the flowers formed an ocean so great the girl became momentarily afraid. In her awe, she wondered if escape was an option from the field, a beautiful prison without a single wall. When her fear and wonder subsided, she plotted how to leave. Unable to determine a plan, she decided to simply walk. As she walked, her path diverged from itself in a peculiar manner. The girl’s vision split in two: when she looked

The man seemed to understand her panic, he didn't judge her poor attempt at a sample. At least, Mari didn't think he did. It was really quite hard to tell. She never had any sort of facial expression to go off - and his movements, even his pantomimes, were always so concise. As Mari fiddled with the contraption on his arm she couldn't help but feel a little envious. imagine having something like that of her own? Being an alchemist in and of itself had been useful - but Mari had grown bored with it, and never really did much with it beyond crafting things for frontliners. But this man had in no

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A final his of the machine sees that thick glove clasp the dial, slowly spinning it back counterclockwise with a ratcheting sound as it locks back. A little slide pops open on its right most side, near his hand and a little bottle is extended from the door. A clasp of index and thumb sees it turned out, like unscrewing a lightbulb he'd drop the vial into a pouch and pull out another filled with distilled water. Uncapping it, he'd offer it to Mari and let her screw it in. Pushing back toward the main contraption, the little door clicks shut and hides it with only the smallest seam in its brass

Oscar admitted he was suffering, and pulled away from her. Mari immediately missed that warmth Her arms prickled with the cool air. "can you though?" Mari asked him. "Can you take it?" Mari leaned forward placing one hand between his legs, and the other reaching out to grab his laced hands, giving them a comforting squeeze. It was clear he needed something, someone to listen to him. Mari wasn't exactly good with that sort of thing. Most of the time, she barely held herself together. As Oscar started talking Mari had to shift - she moved away from him and allowed the man to talk. Mari rema

“I suppose we do,” Oscar said. “Maybe it would help if I had one of those.” Easier said than done. The ability to sit down and simply let it out had been drowned kicking and screaming by the circumstances. Being trapped in the game. Thinking his ward had died and that stupid fucking war brought about by the kid’s inferiority complex. How everything could have been solved with a conversation. But no, he had to go and drag Oscar to Hell with him. Go after a man just whiling away the days, waiting until he could see his wife and the daughter that had been born after he was trapped. That

Oscar said that life was filled with shitty hands, and Mari had to agree - she could sit there and doom and cry about everything she had been dealt with. There had been a time when she blamed everyone else, then a time she blamed herself. She wasn't going to do any of that anymore. Mari shook her head and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. She hadn't known the man too well, but Cordelia had always spoken very highly of him. So did Macradon. Well, it’s pretty fucking obvious, Mari. I don’t think I’ve seen someone beat themselves up quite so hard over being orange as you. Mari f

An idiot. She wasn’t wrong. Oscar oftentimes wondered whether or not he had a death wish. Whether this was some long, protracted crash-out that he wouldn’t see the end of. That he would just use to take as many of him down with him. But, Oscar found that he enjoyed living. So reckless as it all was, had he the opportunity to go back in time and change things, he doubted that he would. Every step had led him to the person he was now. To the work he’d dedicated himself to. Despite the blood and the death and how a little bit of him died with each and every victim, it was better him tha

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As I said, Morningstar was engaged. To be MARRIED. He didn't have time for silly little games and mini-boss fights. He had to somehow find an interest in keeping his lawn prim (he lived on a white sand beach) and figure out what R-R-S-P meant (mom always took care of the money). And then there was the whole ring ordeal, and the wedding to plan, and the honeymoon to prepare for, and ohmygod what about kids, should they have kids?, can they have kids? Breathe, buddy. Breathe. Just give her a kiss and go fight Zandra's weird monsters. And so he did. A quick peck on the cheek and off he

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IMPERIAL QUARTER BLEND (27) Crafted by: Alchemist | Rank 6 Imperial Quarter Blend | T1 PERFECT POTION | DAMAGE III Smoke and gunpowder, with lingering scents of exotic jasmine and bergamot. Razwell himself would enjoy this blend. [06/14/25] | +4 [06/15/25] | +5 [06/17/25] | +5 [06/21/25] | +5 [06/23/25] | +8 45 materials sent to banker

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Smack Note: My equipment in the stat block is correct: my stat block is not. botan (ACC 3 | AA) Should be replaced with Wormwood (Blight 2 | Env. (O) 2)

# rolling now just in case i'm not around later

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