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"Are you kidding me? Was Lessa repeating herself, or did the wine hit his system faster than he was used to? Since when had he become such a lightweight. It took a short moment for the room to stop spinning after she had shaken him up like a soda can to get her point across... ..what was her point again? He was a bit distracted when tavern returned to its rightful state, though the space between Lessa and himself had definitely gotten smaller. Much smaller. The breath he had planned to exhale caught within his lungs as he caught her gaze, diving head first into the cerulean po

The strange game of telephone was making Acanthus salivate. She responded to Morningstar in an uncontrolled whisper. “There are McMuffins in Aincrad??” Fast food, McDonald’s in particular, was a guilty pleasure in the Masuda household. It was never allowed in the house—dad was the doctor, and it was doctor’s orders. But that didn’t stop empty bags and wrappers from ending up in bedroom trashcans, surreptitiously taken out on trash day like a terrible secret. Acanthus swore she sometimes heard the guilty crinkle of a takeout bag from the study, when dad thought no one was around to hear.

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Using Armory 2 (Tracker's Alliance) charge: [1/1] Skill(s) Being Dropped: Energist, Combat Mastery DMG R3 Mod(s)/Addon(s)/Shift(s) Being Dropped: Stamina, Ferocity SP Incurred Towards Limit: 23+21(44)/30+30(60) | 30 day cooldown ignored w/ Armory + 30 SP Armory 2 SP Refunded: 21 Cost: 21,000 Col + 2 Guild Tokens

It was taking a little bit for Mari to get her bearings again - but that was to be expected. With the Knight still stunned Mari bought her weapon back up and across its torso in a large sweep. A red gash appeared in the knight. Thus far...it didn't seem too complicated. Were these the things Freyd warned her against? Mari knew they had the ability to duplicate themselves, but so far it seemed that the fight was going on without a hitch. Mari exhaled and took three large steps back - forming back in line by Jomei's side. She glanced over at him - they'd met a handful of times before ... Mari o

happy young men have perished at her shores. (not her fault! she swears, her pets are normally friendly!) and too many deaths draws unwanted eyes, see. foolhardy adventurers eager to triumph over disaster or evil. (and on the days where the guilt doesn’t eat her back, she doesn’t really see herself as a disaster or an evil. believe her, she’s trying to save everyone the effort.) so when trouble comes stumbling into town the play is peaceful misdirection. morningstar, as nostalgic as his face is, is capital ‘s’ on the trouble scale all by himself and capital ‘s++’ accounting

Baldur was very proud of his team. They were doing exactly what they needed to do. It was good to have Mari back around, but he could still see that she had something she needed to get off of her shoulders. He hoped that a little friendly banter like they used to do with Mac and Cord back in the day would help, but it seemed only to confuse her. So he focused his eyes back on the creature trying to end their lives in front of them. It, too, would be frustrated. Hirru buffed his energy regen, and then focused his attack damage buff. Baldur sheathed <<Zanshin>> while they others

Atan So that was his name. He didn't look happy. His brow was furrowed and his gaze cold. He practically snatched the mask out of her hand, calling it pointless. "Atan..." Mari repeated thoughtfully. She followed him around the cavern. Making note of everything he had shown her. How the valve controlled the workshop itself, and as he had shown her - Mari immediately understood why he hadn't been fully dressed. The damn thing nearly exploded. Even as he had moved away Mari kept an eye on the pressure. It'd hold, but it would do her a wealth of good to turn the entire place off at night, or

Standing up and patting himself off he'd look down at the mask, then back to the woman. His eyes narrow as he weighs his options, his right hand still locked to the valve on the wall. Looking down at the display, the levels were regulating as he'd tap it and see the repurposed sewing needle spring into the green. He could just kill her, that would keep his identity safe. But almost glancing through her, he'd take in all of the work he'd put in to this workshop of hers. A growl almost like a gator, he was forced to accept that the cat was out of the bag. Adjusting the collar of his shirt, the b

Mari paused, waiting for anything - then she heard it - a distinct pling, pling, pling almost rhythmatic . That was what Mari had asked him to do, when he was ready for her to come through, right? "Aight." Mari said as she continued forward. He did ask for five hours, and he did bang that pipe. So in Mari's eyes, everything seemed to be fine. Mari ducked as she came into the cavern. The first thing she noticed was the lighting was brighter - gas lanterns hung up evenly across the walls. There were various contraptions affixed to the wall itself. Various pipes, wires, and gears churned slo

The man would pause for a moment as one of the small rods of metal would cease sparking, as he was using some of alcohol as a form of makeshift welding fuel. The small stars he was seeing given the complete lack of protective gear made it much harder. "You good in there?" That chunk of speech echoes rather clearly down the cavern and isn't drowned out like the prior. Halfway under the table he'd just finished attaching the final leg to, the mans eyes dart toward his pile of clothing. In a quick scramble he starts to clamber up from out beneath it, slamming his head into its bottom and causing

He made his preference known. He wanted to work alone. Mari sighed. She didn't like feeling useless. Still. She stood. "I'll stay by the entrance. C-" She paused. He couldn't exactly call out to her, now could he? "Mmm...." She pointed to two metal pipes. "I guess just bang them loudly together, or come get me when you're done. In the meantime. I'm going to eat, rest, and work on some notes." And with that Mari had left him alone - she was barely out of site before she could hear the heavy thud of material against the floor. And it took every ounce of willpower to not steal a glance at the str

Vitreous waits for her to empty out all the stuff she'd helped steal, as he'd pop off the lid of the large crate of crap they'd pilfered. There was going to be a lot of work, but they'd really hit the pay dirt. Five hours should be more then enough to get at least the bare minimum up and running, and he didn't need to worry too much about cold storage. The man would beckon toward the mouth of the cavern in an attempt to relay that he had this, waiting for Mari to get out of eyesight before he started to strip off the thicker armor he'd been wearing for nearly all their time together. That dens

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"Here." Mari approached him - her hands reaching out to adjust his mask. She caught him still, the sound of the blade as he poised himself to attack. But Mari ignored it, simply finishing what she set out to do. "Your mask was coming off." She explained. "I saw bits of silver poking through. I don't even know your name. The last thing You'd want is to expose what you look like. I assume." And with that she stepped back away from him. She wouldn't like, she was curious - but Mari was more curious about the tasks that he had given her. She was more wanting to dive straight into the work.

The man would take a mental note of the coordinates when she shared them, quickly tapping them into his HUD as a waypoint. The little blue line drawn straight to the warp pad, as the navigation was pointing him right to it. As she'd vanish the man would maneuver behind the counter and drag the NPC into the storeroom and lock him inside. Holding the keys in his gloved hands, he'd pick up the box in his hands, slinking out the door shortly after adapting the barkeepers appearance. The city was starting to come to life with a slowly rising sun, and as he passes through the threshold, he turns aro

“Mmm….” Mari thought for a moment, her finger tapping the wooden casque of alcohol. Somewhere she could go that was close to home. “My home is on the outskirts of Frostbite Lake - a 10 minute walk from there is an abandoned cave system. It’d be a tight squeeze for you - but steam passes through one of the two larger rooms. That’d work.” She mused. Thinking about it - she had planned to move her shop there at some point but chose against it purely because half the players in Aincrad wouldn’t be able to get there easily. Mari shifted the weight of her Casque - til she was able to navigate

Listening with that intense gaze of his, with the occasional whir of the eyes of his mask thinning or growing wider. He'd turn to the side, allowing the long beak of that mask to protrude over his shoulder. He'd begin to run a pinched grasp of his fingers down the length, lost in thought as he weighed the options given. So floor 10 is bad for your mental acuity. He clearly wasn't on the floor for long enough to experience any after effects. If her store was there then it would be likely that she was more exposed to whatever negative effect it would provide. Accepting her experience on the matt

The man seemed to slip something away in his coat - Mari couldn’t exactly tell what - nor what he had been doing. She silently made her way down the stairs. The less noise, the less talking, the better. They didn’t need anyone above to wake. They didn’t need to roustle the curious eyes and ears of passerby. Mari placed the keys back on the bar as she sidestepped the dead barkeeper. Hi proof alcohol. Mari knew he wanted it for antibacterial purposes, but be damned - she could really really use a drink. The woman was tempted to take a swig for the road. She licked her lips, but decided agai

He remained perched as he could hear the woman moving around just above, the floorboards made ceiling conveying nearly every step. It was almost drawing her entire path, apparently this place was falling apart. While she was handling that, he'd push open the backroom door with a slow squeal. A tilt to his right as he'd peer around the corner with his blade pressed against his chest, edge down in a reverse grip. Sliding over to his other foot, he'd pivot slightly to curve around the right corner. Not a soul, but plenty of large casks under iron bands filled with presumably booze. Not even taps

Four days? Mari froze. No…No it hadn’t, it’d been a day…right? Her gaze met Freyds - his hands gripping her arms tightly, almost so tight that they shook. Was he…scared? No…worried. “Four…days…?” Mari asked quietly. Now that the man seemed to have more of her attention he let go. Mari slowly sat back down. Her brows furrowing. “How…” She rose a hand to her forehead. “It didn’t….feel like that…” If it had been that long…no wonder Freyd was so panicked. Mari would have been the same if her friend just up and disappeared after a series of messages like that. “Freyd…I had no idea…”

With the damage in their group Yuki found herself with nothing important to do. Hell, she could have not been here and the outcome would have been the same. That did not discourage her, though, as the only thing that mattered to her was limiting casualties. Several waves of enemies were dispersing away from the group and the others separated to help other groups of people who were fighting. Yuki had decided her ideal course of action though. “You guys help kill those big knights, I’m going to coral the smaller guys and keep them contained!” With her goal set she was about to head out befo

Mari locked the door behind her with a near silent click. It had been difficult to navigate the area- but for the most part it was uneventful. This town didn’t care if you had an orange, or green cursor - and her companion made good distractions, a hand on the shoulder here - a giggle there. It was…almost comical to see such a stoic and emotionless person play the part of a sweet woman. The barkeep, a old miser of an NPC asked them what they wanted and Mari kept her back to the scene. She knew what the man was about to do. The barkeep being an NPC didn’t make the act any less…gruesome. Ma

"We skip numbering fourth floors, too. Otherwise, no one would want to be in them. I agree that it's only in the nominal sense though. I think to completely eliminate the problem we should stop building floors above three entirely." 'Luck' wasn't what she would call it. Ghosts stuck around because they had regrets. In the hospitals she had stayed in back in reality, the hallway outside her room was bright 24/7 and there was always a nurse just around the corner when she called. She'd thought that was enough to deter them from appearing, but she would still occasionally find a strange shap

"A day..." he whispered, brow furrowed and wondering where the discrepancy could have come from. Instantly shedding grogged up exhaustion for mania, Mari gleefully demonstrated her makeshift centrifuge, winding the rope and spinning it wildly. Eyes darting to the vial she'd used as a sample, he instantly wondered what it was and where it might have come from? Had she conjured the thing herself? By reputation, she certainly had the skills. A cold shiver reminded him of her original trade as an alchemist and poisoner of no small renown. "Yes... I...err... it's brilliant, I love the