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And just like that I've walked right into an episode of Supernatural. Wulfrin sighed to himself as Astra broke the hastily crafted headstone. "No need sir," Wulfrin held up a hand and started manifesting his travel tool bag. "I should be more than capable of repairing your grave marker. I'll do my best to ensure it wont break again." It was a lot of pressure to work while being stared at by a spirit that could turn vengeful at any moment, but it didn't stop him from pulling out his tools and doing his best to resecure the marker. The wood was rotted with at least several years of wea

"I'm.." A twinge in her thigh, the culprit a splintered piece of wood jabbed into her leg. It hadn't done much to cause her any detrimental damage, nothing her natural battle healing couldn't take care of instantly. At this point it was just a thorn in her side.. literally. Reaching back behind her leg, she would wrap her fingers around the shrapnel and rip it from her person. All that remained was a bright red slit that slowly closed over time. "Fine. I'm fine." Her attention turned back to Hirru, "You sure you're alright, what happened back there? You just kinda.. froze for a minute."

"DPS is a common first choice," Wulfrin scribbled down some notes. "It also is a path I know well, considering it is also my specialty. A scout build can be figured out at a later date when you've got more SP to invest, it won't be too much of a build shift." The comments about his lack of adhering to the in game items were nothing he hadn't hear before, but he still let out a brief chuckle in response. "Yeah figured if I'm forced to live here, I might as well bring a bit of the world I'm comfortable with to Aincrad. Helps keep me a bit less on edge when I can take a break from the death

Wulfrin was unphased by the influx of accusations and bravado that the player who didn't even carry a blade or armor getting wrapped up in a tutorial quest presented. He'd seen it before, and honestly it always seemed to surprise him. The only time it came up was if a player wasn't keeping up with the progress of the floor teams. He'd given up counting the days that passed in the real world once he discovered Aincrad had its own time setting, which was pretty early on in their forced timeshare program. Instead he let the player rant and vent their frustrations before addressing each of the con

How did she always end up this way? Perched against a tree; bottle in hand, buzzing in her head. Maybe Mari had an alcohol problem, maybe she should seek help, but what help would be offered to someone like her? Mari no longer cared, but she'd admit..the sweet succor of alcohol made Aincrad all the more easier to deal with. Jomei returned, not even half an hour after he had left to bring the little girl back to the so called safety of the town. Mari knew what lurked around the tall cathedral walls, the insidious concoctions and underhanded deals within. Perhaps...that's what allowed the girl

Why they wouldn't... There were tonnes of reasons; he didn't like people in his personal space, his social battery seemed to top out at 20% He had a short fuse when it came to ignorance....and he was once affiliated with less than stellar people. Mari was not ashamed of him, she was proud of him. He meant the world to her, he threw away everything for her. "He hash an orange curshur." Mari landed on the simplest of reasons. "Big events like -hic- this would make him umcoformtable, he tried to go to the crab boil for me but...It ended with him leaving." A wistful sigh fell from her lips,

He led her carefully through the room. One hand held hers as the other guided their path by pressing gently to the small of her back. He moved smoothly through the crowd, stopping perfectly when needed; just enough to avoid collision, but not enough to draw attention. The way he seemed to protect Vanta from the crowd as he led her away rose another strange feeling within her. He touched her, and she found that despite all odds, she didn't hate it. The thoughts began to pound in her mind, 'fight or flight' threatening to activate within the moments of her comfort. Was she allowed to feel t

The invite popped up in front of her. She had seen it happen to others before, but it was different when you received one of your own. She stared at it for a moment before pressing, 'accept.' He stole her attention away as his feet trudged forward. Does he know where to go? It wasn't as though the green haired woman had given them directions. She had simply handed them some 'Familiar Food,' or so she called it, and had sent them on their way. She shivered, stealing a quick glance back at the strange woman. She turned her attention back to Reytac, beginning to follow him loosely; walking a deli

"Heh, yeah. That it is.." He would reply to how shitty of a something the cart was, as they pushed on through the roads as best as they could. It felt like they were at it for too long, or was it not at all? Quests could take hours sometimes, depending on what it needed. Hopefully, it wouldn't take all day. Time and space was all over the place on this floor. That or the hunter was losing it. With how he had been lately, he figured it was the later. At least he knew he had a problem. They eventually found the pier, but there was not a ship in sight. This was going to make a

Request accepted. Jevi took a seat. Sliding into the stool beside Mari, she sat with one elbow propped on the bar and body facing towards the ginger. "Huh. Why's that? I mean, I don't see a reason why they wouldn't." Thankfully, the mask cast a shadow that obscured her eyes, or else the woman would have noticed Jevi giving her a once over. A very slow once over. "I mean, you look great." she reassured her with a tiny stammer, not that Mari needed any encouragement for her looks. "Mari" she repeated. As if trying to recall the melody of an old song. The name felt familiar on her tong

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It was miserable, trudging through the empty, uneven streets. The only thing she had to be thankful for was that the cart they lugged was empty and therefore relatively light between the two of them, but she knew that wouldn’t be true on the way back. What was she doing out here? They’d nearly reached the docks when the thought occurred to her. Was the quest reward worth it? What even was the reward? She couldn’t remember seeing one listed–or many details at all, now that she thought about it. Her frown set deep, and she let out a tired sigh when they’d finally crept up on the edge of the

Slowly taking her hand, while keeping it to his side, he would start to lead her towards one of the exits. He remembered two: the main entrance and the secret entrance that he scanned not too long ago. He had no reason to go to the later, so he would slowly retrace his steps back the way he came in. Slowly weaving around groups that formed here and there. There would be a small pause as they would wait for some people to enter the main room through the entrance hall. He was in no hurry, and he was sure that she was not either. "Have you been liking the party, so far?" He would a

"Cascade. It's a pleasure to meet you." He took her hand and placed a soft kiss upon it. "I've noticed you wandering around here most days, I figured I'd make the leap and offer friendship. You surely know how to attract attention." A soft and sweet smile graced his lips. He genuinely meant it, and did not want to make a bad impression with her. He'd worried she would have met him with a cold dismissive demeanor, but she was warm, inviting. Her presence gave off the same of a nice warm spring day. "Please don't take this the wrong way