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“It won’t happen.” Acanthus opened her map and dropped a few points as she talked. “Just be careful and stay close to Astra. He should be able to kill both the minotaurs. I’ll be here if anything goes wrong.” Acanthus moved towards Larbrook. He was even bigger than she remembered. “Larbrook also likes to jump in. Or at least he did when I did the quest last time. I think NPC behavior tends to change dramatically based on the Players they interact with.” She nodded in reply, and accepted Astra’s party invitation. “So the first thing to ask is whether the two of you want to see the

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A lost saint he'd call her. Alinta let one of her hands fall onto his shoulder, pushing him back ever so slightly in a weak attempt to control the situation that was quickly spiraling out of her control and causing her heart to beat hard against her chest in both fear and anticipation. Equal parts of wanting to push him away and to pull him close. A dizzying cacophony of emotions. Logic vs Lust. Fear vs Fortitude. Neither winning. Scar would turn his head and she caught the scent of wine from his whispered words. Low, alluring, cunning. "Maybe I do find you intolerable. Maybe as a saint

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Ceres blinked. She hadn't expected the lights above to listen to her - she hadn't expected them to flicker out then back on. It was entrancing. The magenta haired woman would stand stationary amidst the dancing couples on the dance floor, oblivious to the fact that she may be in the way. Marching to the beat of her own drum, always. like fireflies....She thought to herself. That is...if fireflies were shades of green and red and blue and white. They flickered off, and everything went dark and quiet. This alarmed the woman. Ceres being afraid of the dark. But it lasted only a moment, and she on

Az placed her empty glass on the bar and sighed that this was not her place. But she could just sit here and watch people for a bit. The last time she danced was with Yuuki, and just as today, he also brought her here. Az thought of leaving and moving away from the party. As she moved, she spotted Yuuki on the dance floor and thought it would be the least she could do to tell him that she was leaving. But it appeared the purple-haired guy had other plans. "Finally came to dance," he said, grabbing her hands and not letting her go. It's not that she was bad at dancing; she just didn't like

"Huh?" She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned her head - seeing nothing the woman grumbled in frustration. As Alinta turned her facea again she felt a calloused finger press into the soft skin of her cheek. Alinta jumped in surprise, almost spilling her blue drink all over her white top. She would have, if she hadn't already drank half its contents. "Scar..." His name spoken with an Exasperated sigh as she watched the man shift to sit down. "Guess you didn't think I'd actually show up, huh?" Alinta crossed her arms, lightly glossed lips pressing into a pout as she gave a visible

fill Post Action: Attack Free Action: # (often not applicable; you’ll learn about free actions as you go My Attack: Roll ID | BD: 255896 | 10+ 0 accuracy - 0 enemy evasion Mob's Attack: 255897 | 6 + 0 Accuracy - 0 Player Evasion Luke's Stats: Level 1 | HP: 16/20 | EN: 20/20 | DMG: 5 (1 base + 3 weapon skill + 1 weapon enhancement) | MIT: 0 | ACC: 0 | THORNS: 0 | LD: 0 Mob stats Boar HP: 7/12 | DMG: 4 | Mit: 0 | Eva: 0

The message blinked onto Jack's interface while he was half-distracted, cycling through his quest log with idle disinterest. Alinta -> Scar: Hey.. I foudn this quest and I was wondering if you could help me with it? He read through the series of messages, escort quest, «The Traveller», survival skill reward. Straightforward. A bit dull. Escort missions were the MMO equivalent of watching paint dry, but when he reached the last message, he caught himself smirking. Alinta -> Scar: I bought you a drink. Not that I assumed you'd come. He could almost hear her voice in tha

Luke was doing some construction work with some NCPs out on floor 1. Nothing fancy, just, you know, the usual. Luke fused yet another piece into place. There were far too many chunks to fully repair the ceiling but he did his best before he was done for the day. “You know what, I think I’ve gotten my fill of going through strange games for a lifetime.” It was a joke, as Luke had no idea what was happening but he’d seemed alright. It was only then that he started to feel an tingling in his fingertips. He’d accidentally hit a nail. “Ahh!” he shouted in surprise. His shout evolved into

The woman wasn't fond of this floor. She wore a loose fitted white shirt, and tight denim short-shorts. Rarely ever dressed quite appropriately for the occasion. Alinta preferred to look a certain way. That way was not like some cliche' game character. The woman may love to write about fantasy... but she did not enjoy living it. The woman sat cross legged beneath a large cloth canopy in the city of Fortaleza - the main settlement of the fifth floor. Every so often she'd shoot a glare at a passerby. She had been trying to slowly...slowly explore the other cities, the least she could do. Bu

Jack's grin widened as Alinta's words tumbled over themselves, a cascade of daring, teasing, and sudden vulnerability. He moved the chocolate-covered strawberry just a little bit closer, keeping the playful suspense for just a moment longer. "Ah, a lost saint," he mused, voice low and teasing, "marred in a pit of gluttony and sins..? I think you underestimate yourself." He also turned his head a little, looking at her under the «Sainted Mask», the edges of his mouth almost smiling with humor. "Though.. perhaps," he went on after a short pause, raising a brow, "a saint like you would find

Did I actually fucking do that.... Christ.... Alinta kept her gaze resolutely away from Scar for a few moments, chewing quietly, letting the heat she fell on her cheeks subside. Ever the person to constantly test boundaries only to falter at the slightest challenge. Bold... He'd call her with an amused tone, an exhale of mirth and excitement as he lapped up her challenge and returned with many of his own. "Re-Restraint..." Alinta began, she caught herself and with a deep breath she'd throw him a daring smile. Facade returned. "Restraint." She repeated with an airy smile, reaching out to

Jack's lips formed a small smile as she grabbed the strawberry right from his hand with her teeth. He had thought maybe she would be a bit hesitant, or at least decline in a polite manner, but not this. The fast action, the sudden closeness, the gentle touch of her breath on his skin, it was a detail that didn't escape him. He removed his hand slowly, intentionally, as if to emphasize her small victory he was letting the moment hang between them. After a while, he spoke teasingly, "Bold." His voice was warm enough to be smiling along with her, but he didn't lose his control. "That's certa

Scar.... A name befitting of a protagonist from one of her novels. A smile broadened as she watched him from over his glass, how nice to have someone with the same tastes in namesakes. "Scar..." Alinta repeated as she inched closer, peering into his features. "I see no physical scars..." Her eyes would search his face, but she saw nothing but a quiet calm teetering beneath ruby red eyes. A thought crossed her mind, her eyes betraying her as she glanced to his chest, then his arms. Perhaps his scars were hidden beneath his clothes? Alinta cleared her throat. Not wanting to ask such a risq

Bliss set down her empty glass. The faint warmth of the old fashioned still lingered in her chest. Then it all went black. Bliss could swear for just a split second that everything went quiet for just a moment. The laughter and chatter of the crowd seemed to be choked to a silence. The music cut out. For but a split second, there was nothing. No light, no sound, the only thing she could hear was the loud pounding of her heart. As she attempted to calm her anxieties, she felt an unnatural pull that felt all to familiar. Her stomach dropped, Aw fuck, not again. The air around her seemed to

The clock seemed to halt ticking when she moved to his vicinity with her very aura. Before everything else, the combination of vanilla, bergamot, and citrus reached him, very refined, very intentional, a fragrance that smelled comforting and, at the same time, was piercing enough to get the attention as if it were a whisper in the night. Jack saw her move with his eyes only, and she simply took one chocolate-covered strawberry from the tray extending the hand in a very natural way and without any rush. Her self-assuredness was what it was, and though words were not used, it was the power that

The man blinked, glancing down at her. Alinta had to lean in closer to catch what he was saying, as she did she caught a whiff of his cologne. Her eyes fluttered close, it was a welcomed scent, lavender, mixed with freshly pressed linen. It was...comforting. She almost forgot what it was like to be close to others, in any sense of the word. "Well..." Alinta would say with a shrug of her shoulders, lavender eyes glancing up and down his form. Well dressed, stood tall and confident. "Alinta." She wasn't sure if she was supposed to tell him her name. It ruined the magic of the evening, but - she

Jack hadn't expected anyone to approach him at all. For most of the night, he had mostly been observing the goings-on around him. He was one of the hundreds of masked people who had come to gather under the glittering chandeliers. Still, by the time the movement made an impression on him, the champagne flute he had been holding in his hand was empty, and the taste of sweetness and regret was still lingering on his tongue. Very light touching of the arm. A faint laugh. Then a woman, tall, beautiful, and absolutely comfortable with the chaos, appeared next to him. The mask she had put on hi

<<MASKED: SAINTED>> Alinta originally wasn't going to go; the last event she had gone to was filled with Player Killers and that terrified the woman but this... this was in the center of town. She doubted any would show. This was run by Oscar; and she had tried reaching out to him a few times, but the man was busy. She could see why... as she had stepped into the nightclub, music thrummed - vibrating her heart. Different scents wafted across the dance floor, there were all manner of people here - some at the bar, others practically oh... Her eyes landed on a pair of woman on

The silence in the clearing was overwhelmingly quiet, in a way that made the rustling of the grass seem like deliberate sounds. The light that came through the trees was neither bright nor whole, as it was covered by the branches that were full of leaves and the faint digital shimmer that indicated this specific part of the floor. Jack entered the space that was revealed by the disappearance of the smoke that was coming from a campfire. The air was sweetened with the smell of roasted herbs. In the middle of the camp stood a wagon, its structure half buried in moss and covered with vines.

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The mystery only deepened. She spoke of her village, of Hunters. Oscar bit back the urge to ask how she had gone from there to here. Just what was her story? Certainly such places existed. A place where Hunters would be so venerated. Answers and questions had been supplied in equal measure. It explained her uncertainty and her mis-speaking. But it begged more questions. How could she grow to be so ignorant of something as fundamental as desire? And what of those etchings on her back? Those would come later. Now was not the time to share life stories. But he couldn't deny that he fit her descri

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Inventory: Set B | DPS Package: Rare Greatsword with: Damage Effect: Gain +(1 * Tier) base damage per slot. Applicable to: Weapons Accuracy Effect: Gain +(1 per slot) to the BD when attacking. Cannot be used to cause a critical hit. Applicable to: Weapons (3) Starter Healing Potions (Heals 50 HP) 2,500 Col and (10) Materials