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The girl would slip forward and just slide off his shoulder. All that alcohol having finally kicked in fully. The guy struggles to keep his own balance, finding the added alcohol and her now dead weight to be a little difficult to muster. A hand to his brow, he rubs it for a second. "You are so much heavier when you go all limp noodle on me. Which isn't that often but it happens more then one would expect it to." Fishing the snake out so it doesn't get smashed, the man offers it to his collar to which it takes to nibbling on his earlobe in a slightly uncomfortable way. Lifting her up, Raidou e

"Thanks again for offering to help me with this." Baldur nodded to Wulfrin as they headed out to the, at this point, very well documented spawn location of the <<The Wasp Queen>>. He had been farming this boss for years, but her stinger was a useful drop, and the floor boss raid would be coming up soon. He had learned first hand from the last fight just how useful all these field boss drops were if you farmed them. Being prepared was his modus operandi after all. "How are you feeling? I know the last fight was a little... emotionally charge, you ready to get back on the horse?

A final push with renewed vigor and tenacity, as if something within him found itself fueled by an unseen pyre. Rosaria would lock eyes with the creature seeing that floating red marker who had taken on the personification of death, staring into the eyes of vengeance with a taste to repay for her inelegant betrayal. On her brow, what would fall away is her boastful self importance. Her arrogance as she knew what this would mean. Time and time again there were always attempted uprisings, cloak and dagger operations and claims against the mans life. But no matter how many occurred, how many atte

"Sometimes, I think...yeh...they....grow - but - seeing them die, then come back just ruins that immersion." She yawned. How many drinks had she had? Mari counted on her finger - trying to figure out how many shots were in the bottle she had downed a good 70% of. She had at least 4 shots of whiskey at the bar in the span of about 15 minutes, then she continued to drink out here. It was nice. It was relaxing. There weren't any strange concoctions to be made, she wasn't following a plague doctor. Her curiosity wasn't spiraling her down some kind of morally questionable hole. Freyd

Covering her eyes so she didn't get blinded by the light, shaking her head and looking back up. Just like that the Nisa she remembered was in full form, new armor, blade and shield were equipped. "Where ever they are I would love to meet them or one. By the way that armor looks amazing." Eruda got a bit jealous watching her hop on the horse. It was hers so of course she knew how to ride it without being jolted off. Hearing her speak of the Moonglow and the location of Avalon, "I always wondered why it vanished, will it do that if we pick it or plant it in a normal environment?" Seeing Raidou f

Allowing her potion to continue boiling away, she'd mix the vials on the rack with ginger fingers until it finally finishes up and she pulls it free. A brackish purple liquid staring back at her, she'd wiggle it and pop a cork on it before replacing it with an empty one. Back into the chest, she'd start to pile up her yield and toss them underhanded into the box who moves to catch them like a dog would a ball. Eventually its all removed and the woman would take to the corners of that large blanket and start folding it inwards. Into the box, like everything else before she'd shut its lid back u

The paladin sheathed her lance once the fight was basically over. Between her armor melting any enemy in a five meter radius and NIGHT’s sword destroying them from the inside out they stood no chance. Night’s comment had brought the thoughts to her mind. It wasn’t something she really considered while they rushed their way through the game. “I guess. The Shadow created a lot of chaos for almost everyone in Aincrad. Maybe it was totally on purpose too. Y’know, since it was like the one-fourth mark of the game or something.” The best she could do was speculate off the top of her head. Her

The man had a whole slew of questions blazing around behind that almost lax deadpan of his, a fake smile worn on repeat that had become so actualized it would register as real. The statement that Mari had shared rung the bell so to speak, the reason he was in the bar in the first place. Theft, and Mari just confirmed a murder that would line up with the time frame. But it wasn't her issue, wasn't something she needed to be trapped in. Girl already had enough problems, and she didn't need to be dragged into it. "It's odd Mari. NPC's are nothing more then 1's and 0's but have grown beyond their

"Yeh....what was that one book?" Mari asked as she closed her eyes trying to recall a particularly bad one. "It was about a vampire -who was in love with a warewolf- who was also a witch, who was also secretly royalty? Gods..." She laughed and went to reach for the bottle, realizing it was out of her grasp Mari's hand fell to her lap. "Raidou - I always sleep in grass." SHe paused then realized that was no longer true. "Wait..no....I slept in a bed once - but I don't think I was very welcome." Freyd had taken her to his house after she got drunk with him - and the next day

Taking the bottle from the girl as he'd turn what was in his hand around. It wiggled and wrapped itself around the mans index finger, taking the worlds most pathetic nibble as an attempt at self defense. "Its a garter snake. You sleep in any grass lately?" The man chuckles as he'd wrap his hand in a way that it could nestle inside just like it did the woman's hair. Must have confused her for a very festive bush. "No problem, even if it was just the booze." He'd remark looking at the itty bitty nope rope, that could easily be confused for a hair tie. Taking the final hit of that good good, he w

Myst watched carefully for Pollux to open her arms in welcome but it never came. Thankfully the feline was smart enough to understand its own plight and refrained from forcing Yue Hua to catch her, especially when the girl made it clear that jumping was not going to end up in her favor. Firefly took little time in snatching up the ladder anyways. Pollux would mention that her crafting was finished for the day and she was simply looking for a way to fill the rest of her day. “Man I should really unlock crafting myself. I hear it takes some time to level up with the daily limits imposed on

Mari's giggles died down as she found herself sitting on the floor once more, her back leaning against the cool brick wall. "Thanks." Mari said now she had regained some sort of composure. A hand reached up to run through her hair. "I...can't remember the last time I laughed like that." She gave him a wry grin as she tilted her head toward him. "And it was something as silly as a pun - maybe its the alcohol. Maybe its enjoying freedom again. But thanks." Mari's cheeks felt hot, and when she closed her eyes, her head swam, feeling like she was swaying side to side when she was perfectly still.

The man sat with his somber expression and mild buzz taking the odd look over the edge to see if NPC was still looking to the clouds for raining boots. "You know." Tilting his head a little and being forced to duck out of sight when said NPC would look in their direction. "I hadn't thought of that." The man slides back up onto his butt, landing with a little bit of a thud and a grin. His grace had checked out, his balance suffered a bit. A random open palm pat on the back makes the guy instinctually reach to his face, but there wasn't any glasses to catch. Old habits died hard. The booze on he

Oh, it wasn't something, it was the cat itself. Yue Hua struggled to hold back a laugh at the poor thing's expense as Firefly sped off to try her suggestion. Now left alone with Myst, she stared up the tree and tried to make herself look as stern and unapproachable as possible without permanently traumatizing the cat and ruining any chance at friendship with it. She wiggled her tail. "I am a monster that eats bad cats and I shall gobble you up if you jump," she told Myst. The cat mewed. Yue Hua tried to translate its response without Firefly's help but was unsuccessful. At the very l

"I most certainly didn't. It was a very memorable moment," still petting down his nose. Freya would hop on him with no hesitation, glancing down at what she was wearing. She started thinking about what Raidou would see if she got yeeted off. Her cheeks become a little flustered. Raidou would walk over to the woman to observe what she was doing. "Well given that you have familiars or pets that I've never seen before..." the sentence drops as she realized that the system didn't allow more than a few things for familiars. Her mind was racing into a weird rabbit hole, which led to the question, "D

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 246665, CD: 7 (Rec proc +8 EN) A mix of the void and a blinding white light, the pure personification of chaos would ensue turning the whole room into a strained and filled powder keg ready to blow. The gentle tapping of foot falls sees the girl transition clear into mist as she passes clean through Raidou and behind Freyd. The blue line drawn like a precise cut from a scalpel. What was the unknown, is that line seems to suck in the void bleeding out of the creatures midsection and the very bloom from Sam's arrow fuse at the event horizon using the tear

Working away at the plants of her own, a snap of some roots as she underhand tosses it toward the picnic blanket stretched out across the ground. "These old things, noticed that did you?" A tug of the things sees the smallest bit of bluish frost slink off her palms, the cooling air around them as they are wiggled. "Do you really need to ask, after all two of you tailored them. Or did you forget?" Nisa laughs in a short chuckle knowing full well she just wandered up mount olympus and just picked them up, having a fair discussion with the 'gods' that had them made. There was an irony that they h

Rank 5 Appraiser (Base: BD 10, CD 8+ for unique, 10 identifications per day) +1 to CD from Hermes’ Scale +1 to CD from Deliberate | 244885c +1 to CD from Witche's Brew | 244267d +2 EXP: Hard Working (also +1 IDs per day) +2 EXP: Lucrative (Firm Anima) (also +2 IDs per day) +1 EXP: Custom Ambition Tool (bought from own shop 2020-07-16) Crafting Respite | Dragon's Breath | [174622] Identifications: 26x T4 Perfect Items (@3040 col) = 79,040 col 26x 1st Rerolls (@1,000 col) = 26,000 col 26x 2nd Rerolls (@2,000 col) = 52,000 col 26x 3rd Rerolls (@4,000 col) = 104,000

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 246665, CD: 7 (Rec proc +8 EN) Watching everything start to be sucked inside a dark hole that was Freyd, she was trying to make sense of it. Maybe she was just thinking to much. This thing that remained was not moving, rather it was slowly being dragged by an unknown force toward the man. She quickly moves, jumping over a tipped over pillar. If it could, it would be crawling away and trying to scratch at the ground to save itself, but it couldn't. Sliding to a stops, twisting herself as she aims right for the head. Lining her shot to attempt to push thi

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 246664, CD: 5 (No proc) That striking red head comes roaring through and aims for center mass, narrowly avoiding an actual tear and space time that just forms on her flank. "Holy shit dude." She barks at Freyd quickly checking her body to make sure she still had all her limbs, and all her fingers. Her momentum broken, she turns and finds nothing more then a waiting fist that decks her one, sending her rolling and that heavy weapon of hers slamming point first into the stone. The massive hand pinning her prone, she has her hands clutched tightly to its i

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 246661, CD: 11 (+8 EN) Fighting tooth and nail, the rich forks of lightning disperse as they tear through the terrain in what would appear in nigh random directions. A pivot of his blade allows the static to build, and he leans low. "I don't know how we ended up here. Something's off." The man returns to Freyd, choosing to forgo deeper thought until their foe was laid down permanently. The swordsman clears the room with a slide in and out of columns with a grace that the environment made him fight for every step. Skills on overdrive, he plunges that bla

*New Round, New Turn Order Collecting bits and pieces of the golem each and every time players would carve pieces off of it. A sudden fist comes roaring toward her and slams into that silver colored transparent bubble, careening far off center and going clean through a nearby column. "Rude." The woman remarks holding up the small yellowish amber piece, shutting an eye and peering through it. Slightly see-through she sizes Freyd up through it, making the man have a giant head and an itty bitty body like a bowling ball strapped to a dowel. "My my, what a big head you have." Her jest as she'

a strike from behind -- weaker than morningstar’s but still packing a hefty punch -- and the nemean lion whirls around furiously and its paw comes within inches of colliding with the fluttering white of its attacker. here is where she’s supposed to take the hit. …just kidding. she’s picky. getting tossed around like a ragdoll is never a good look. arabelle tears damocles out of the lion’s hide with a sunny smile. she switches her grip and bats its head back, and it recoils when it makes contact with the spear point at the reverse end of her scythe. “i’ve fought this mob a couple

The tiny monkey scammer on demand from this female that came out of no where. She didn't hear anything in the short distances around them, giving the quick turn of Raidou's head toward the woman neither did he. A sigh of relief as the plant was left alone, glancing down seeing the little chimp trying to return the stolen object. Leaning down she would take it but as it starts to turn she would grab the mini hand softly. "A gift, here," saying as she wraps it back around its neck. It screeches in excitement as it locks on to Eruda wrist giving her the biggest hug that it could give. Chuckling a

Smacking a pair of dry lips parched by horror-laden sea air and the unintelligible burblings of tentacle pirate custodians, Freyd woke with a start. A glacial chill creeping down his spine, internal spidey senses attuned to pending domestic disharmony keened in a pitch high enough to make banshees and falsettos blush. Head perking, eyes still mostly bleary and tethered shut by the after effects of drink, his clothing crunched disturbingly as he moved. Why do I smell like a mixture of campfire, wet mimic and the comforts of home?! Moving sluggishly, like he’d been swallowed whole b