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A weary morning droned on to the tune of birds beyond the window pane. Cold air caused the candles to flicker and dance with its call, as papers moved lightly to match. The bubbling tools of an alchemist continued to speak against flames of their own, as even more supplies had been made and bottled. A drooping head of a man pushed to the edge of exhaustion, across a week of very brief and spotty sleep. A record on a clip board sat clutched between two hands, limply sitting in his lap. On the floor with his legs folded, shoulders pressed against the side of his counter. His head of brown hair d

It was cold today, more crisp than the days had been before. Was it simply the floor? Her eyes trailed around, drinking in the scenery, it was easy to admit that the higher she went the more beautiful things became. She hadn't ever intended to venture this high, this quickly, but Oscar had lingered here beforehand, she missed him, though she wouldn't admit it, not now. She drew in a small, short breath, releasing it with a soft sigh. She wasn't sure why she felt so empty today. It wasn't not for her to feel this way, yet the feeling remained, lingering, like the sting of pain after scraping yo

The man fell quiet, his eyes wandered- and so did his mind. Mari didn’t question it, it was a lot to take in, especially for someone who seemed to have just started exploring the upper floors. Most people didn’t believe it, not till it happened to them. If they didn’t heed Mari’s warning, it was no longer her problem. The woman was over trying to help people who didn’t listen. She barely wanted to help in general. This man though, actually seemed to consider her words. “Hit the nail on the head.” A wave of her glass as she took another drink. “I speak from experience, but hey.” She shrug

The press of bodies blurred into rhythm; the blackbooks music fell away until only breath filled the space between them. Cascades pulse hammered against Simmones, a duet that didn't need melody. Somewhere along fhe line Simmone had found a way to let go of hers, the thought soured her thoughts, hand finding her waist pulling them ever closer. The moment was nothing short of heat and passion, a burning need that begged to be met. Cascades hands started to wander, tracing every curve slowly, deliberately, making sure Simmone felt every touch. When she had teased the woman, she hadn't thoug

The colours began to change with her surroundings, but the other dreamer seemed to be a constant. Until eventually another memory came back to her as the man placed her upon the table. The feeling of wood? It wasn’t the cave that was for sure. The dreamer had made it to his destination and had taken her with him. Yet as the haunting darkness was left behind, she could still sense the panic of the dreamer. He seemed determined to save her. Did he not realize? Did he not know? He had saved her. The dreamer had liberated her from the faded horrors of the deep. The dreamer had given her the chance

10/31/25 (Crafting Respite: 249784, Ambition: 251234-2, Atelier (Ext. | +2 EXP, +1 Attempt, Goblet of Truth (Tablet) | +1 CD) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 256221 CD: 11 +1 LD: 16 Perfect - 14 (+6 Ambition) 2 256222 CD: 9 +1

Jack listened in silence. Each word Mari spoke seemed to weigh heavier than the last. Lakes of acid. Flesh-eating bacteria. Depression. Insanity. Although it was not the sort of thing people would generally talk about in such a direct way, the way she delivered it, flat, matter-of-fact, made it feel real in a way no player manual warning could ever come close to. He swallowed, visualizing everything: a place that not just hurt you physically, but psychologically invades your mind and yours your own thoughts against you. A kind of environment that could twist a moment of weakness into

A chipper and unsettling wide grin "Of course, of course.. Is why I brought you to my abode... I am eager to see how you do~" A bow deeply and a flick of the imagination sees her attire morph into something with quite a bit more flair. Long stockings, heels and a bowtie. "Got to look the part of course, find your style and whisk away the mundane." The man removes his top hat and twirls it around his finger. "Let's begin." from his inner coat pocket, he begins to pass cards back and forth between his hands and revealing cards. What the man explains out, cradling her movements and motions with a

Her eyes fluttered open with a soft groan, a mask which once felt so suffocating now felt so right, the cool porcelain pressed against the heat of her skin…it slid off with a faint ‘pop’ sound and skittered away. What remained was the bright world she missed. The warmth of the sun against her skin, a cloud shaped like a frog hopping along the sky. “Mista….Tybalt?” CeReS Alice sat up, a hand to her head. She was drowning just before - but…now she was fine. Her hand fell to her lips, the faint sugary taste of strawberries lingered. Eyes, clouded yet curious, looked up at a man. His e

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 256217, CD: 2 (No Proc), Vanish CD [2/3] PH Post Action | [x18] AOE-II (14 - 2 [Stamina] + 2 [Shift] + (2 * 1 Targets = 2) = 16 EN) + Assassin (+4 Base Damage, +Autohit, -Proc Chance, 8 EN) - Well Rested [2/3] = 23 EN ID: 256216 | 8 [HLY] + 7 - 3 = 12, CD: 2 {ST-B Unavailable} | Hit vs. Ramma, Hard Candy Whamana Dealing 864 - 140 = 724 Damage Loot Roll: ID: 256218 | LD: 9 (8, +1) | CD: 4 (4, +0) | 14700col, Materials (0), Tier 4 Uncommon Consumable (1) Players: Gaius | HP: 1104/1104 | EN: 127/128 | DMG: 34{+16} | MI

For a moment, Jack almost forgot how to breathe. The words "If you'd like" came out of her like an invitation, soft, trembling, but laced with a kind of challenge that lit something primal behind his eyes. It was dangerous. The kind of danger he couldn't look away from. He smiled gradually, knowingly, almost as if he himself was shaking under his veneer of confidence. Then, she kissed him. The contact ignited something deeper, something that felt like a spark dropped into dry tinder. Jack's fingers found their way to her waist, drawing her close to him and his thumb tracing deliberat

The man lingered in the entrance a little longer, before finally crossing that threshold into her quaint little store. Long strides lead him past the dusty wares on shelves and in front of her; on the opposite side of the counter. Closer now, she could see a scar over his eye, faint smile lines - and his dark hair an absolute chaotic mess. “I really don’t.” Mari responded, opening up her HUD and pulling out a bottle of Sullivans Cove Whiskey, and a single glass. For her. Not for him. “I used to. But it nearly drove me mad, and landed me a number of years in a cold dark cell. I wasn’t living.”

The screaming stops from the box, and is transferred straight to Tybalt. His skin becomes tight and taught, stretched thin and breaking under that tension as if unseen hands begin to pull at every inch threatening to skin him alive. His arms and legs shrivel under an unbearable pain that has his headless body drop to its knees, as the very wood of the stage moves to entomb him. The severed head is muffled under more of the same, being buried under the chaotic imagination of a girl pushed to her wits end. His body is slowly consumed in its wooden grave, being devoured by the manifestations of t

A burner springs to life with the turn of a dial, causing the water within the retort above it to begin to boil. Another spun as steam begins to gather, all the while the faintest of breaths are squeezed out of nigh deadened blackened lips. It dances on his skin as it does, like a heartbeat its made known and kept track of. A shove of glass ware from a table sees it shatter across the floor, as papers skitter through the air falling like leaves. A twist of his foot shoves a chair out from underneath it, and grabbing a leg its pulled in a squeal across the wooden floor. Those glass shards crunc

It was only for a moment, but Jack saw the small, shiny ring on her hand when she lifted it, and he could not help but look at it once more. The way it caught the firelight, the faint gleam, the deliberate way she held it, it reminded him of something else entirely. Someone else. Alinta. Before the thought of her could be dismissed, it was already there, accompanied by a quiet smile which he did not even realize was there. The ring, the flash, it was almost like poetry. His thoughts wire briefly to the Blackbook Ball, that strange night when everything seemed to shimmer with infinite

Alinta laughed, shaking her head -then, her smile fell. Slightly. This…was all sweet on the surface. Fun and games.. But… there was a sense of ephemeral melancholy…knowing this would all soon end once the final song had struck its final chord. “My obsession…your favourite kind one moment - but the next…” A hand traced his jaw, delicate, lingering. “Your honeyed words will become venom as you look upon my compulsion to you with animosity.” Spoken from experience. Still…the way his fingers trailed up her spine, the tingling remnants of the warmth they left against her bare back. How his han

Saw her in two? “W-What!?” Ceres screamed as she tried to pry the box open, telling him to shut up, telling the canned laughter to shut up, nothing worked - it only fueled his maniacal cackling. "Any LAST WORDS?" Ceres fell quiet, then opened her mouth to speak again, but he shouted over anything she would have…could have said. The womans back arched, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she felt it. Pain. Real pain. The woman didn’t think you could feel that here. Her cries loud and shrill echoed around them, sweat beaded down her face, mixed with tears and drool as she

Death was a funny thing. Most people feared it, going to great lengths to try and delay their meeting with the abyss, yet most people never truly understood it. Finality was just another part of life. With the endless silence, the eternal void seemed almost comforting. The great nothingness that came after was at least a more welcome eternity than this. What remained of the light was nothing but a foggy memory within the girl’s mind. She had been here for… How long? Hours? Days? She couldn’t be sure. She couldn’t know anything. Her head ached with a screaming pain but her body refused to

The sun was bright today, birds flying high above, turning and gliding about in the air. Floor 5 had its own level of excitement. Seemed as though the NPC villagers nearby were celebrating a birthday. She was bewildered. Birthdays Kayaba? Really? She chuckled to herself, the man was insane, beyond unhinged, but he had added something so menial, mundane even. She had never celebrated her own, from her perspective, there was no reason to. Cascade shrugged, her feet leading her where they willed. She looked all around town as they wandered. There was plenty of see, people to meet, quests to

The man took a step back. Cautious. Mari sighed as she ran a hand through her hair. She hadn’t meant to outright scare the poor bastard. But. “Good.” Mari said to him as he told her it was nothing more than a cautionary tale. “I ain’t looking to add any more names to that monument.” A pause, and a tilt of her head as her lips quirk into a sort of half smile. “Not willingly, anyway.” Mari’s hand fell back to her side with a swing as she approached the counter that separated them, leaning her elbows on it. So he was curious enough to come to her tent, cautious enough to linger at its entran

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 256214, CD: 4 (No Proc) PH Post Action | [x15] AOE-I (11 - 2 [Stamina] + 2 [Shift] + (2 * 1 Targets = 2) = 13 EN) Free Action | Concentration (Concentration [CD:1/5]) ID: 256215 | 3 + 8 - 3 = 8, CD: 7 {ST-B Unavailable} | Hit vs. Ramma, Hard Candy Whamana Dealing 540 - 140 = 400 Damage Players: Gaius | HP: 1104/1104 | EN: 127/128 | DMG: 34{+16} | MIT:127 | ACC:3(-6) | EVA:2 | PARA-IM | REC: 8 | HM: 8[2/5] | HLY: 16 [8-10] | BLD: 48 | ENV-O: 32 | TROLLS-B Freya | HP: 1035/1035 | EN: 99/128 | DMG: 36 | MIT:20 | ACC:6 | AA | PHASE | EVA:

An insistent manic laughter continued to play unending despite any sounds of agony between the notes. That hand perched itself upon the folded box in a smooth slide of his other, tapping on the lid twice. "BEERP. Wrong answer." Tybalt responded gleefully as this was so much of a riot, Ceres was a brand new toy hand delivered to him by his brilliant understudy. "I don't want to hurt you....." The man droned to himself on repeat with half of his jaw dangling from his severed head, placing it on the top of the box as he presents a bloodied stump and his left hand toward his other detached one. "L

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 256210, CD: 2 (No Proc), New Round -> New Turn Order PH Post Action | [x17] ST-I (12 - 2 [Stamina] + 3 [Shift] = 13 EN) -> Override: Missed, 2 EN - 2 [Stamina] = 1 EN {Minimum} ID: 256213 | 8 + -3 - 3 = 2, CD: 12 {ST-B Unlocked} | Missed vs. Ramma, Hard Candy Whamana, Heavy Momentum Activated {+8 Base Damage, Charge [2/5]} Players: Gaius | HP: 1104/1104 | EN: 127/128 | DMG: 34{+16} | MIT:127 | ACC:3(-6) | EVA:2 | PARA-IM | REC: 8 | HM: 8[2/5] | HLY: 16 [8-10] | BLD: 48 | ENV-O: 32 | TROLLS-B Freya | HP: 1035/1035 | EN: 1

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Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 256210, CD: 2 (No Proc), FATE Disabled until Bloodlust buff active PH Post Action | [x15] AOE-I (11 - 2 [Stamina] + 2 [Shift] + (2 * 4 Targets = 8) = 19 EN) - Well Rested [1/3] = 18 EN ID: 256206 | 4 + 7 = 11, CD: 8 {ST-B Unavailable} | Hit vs. Banana Nut Muffo #1 Dealing 540 - 40 = 500 Damage, Celeste cannot generate hatred ID: 256207 | 2 + 7 = 9, Hit vs. Banana Nut Muffo #2 Dealing 540 - 40 = 500 Damage, Celeste cannot generate hatred ID: 256208 | 4 + 7 = 11, Hit vs. Banana Nut Muffo #3 Dealing 540 - 40 = 500 Damage, Celeste canno