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₣₳₵ɆⱠɆ₴₴ ₭₦ł₲Ⱨ₮ ♫♫♫♫ "Breath." She breathed deep, a gargled and raspy breath. The pain in her chest subsided with each ragged inhale, rising and falling in an uneven rhythm as she listened to her friend…friend? Yes. Friend. His voice somehow rang out perfectly clear in her mind. "Focus on what you're doing. Control yourself, let it raise to a boil. When you feel like your about to burst..." Her hair, now long black tendrils with a molten sheen of gold dragged against the ground as the Faceless Knight took one, two, then three steps forward. With a flick they la

The dark sludge finds itself tearing into the man like a knife through paper, a ruthless tug up causes the tree to topple as he is split up the middle. The blade spins up to neutral, drawn across his body and held aloft. That faint glow of crimson, as the essence of the man feeds that steel and it charges by the system for more. Mari would find herself trapped in Juiblex, who found her strength useful, her emotion functional. Writhing in a mix of breaks and snaps, it would adhere itself to her frame as if it knew she would give in. A dagger from the floor, disappears into the black ooze and it

Eruda spoke quietly about her time outside the game, tone rueful. Her long lashes fluttering with the unsavory memories. Outside...gods that felt like so long ago now. It was almost as though anything from out there was the different world, and here was reality. Time dilation made things weird. At one point...Mari may very well spend more time here than she ever did in reality. It was hard to imagine a world without stats, mobs, and all manner of creatures and skills. An uncreative world with the weight of real life. "It's a shame that happened to you out there." Mari said as she turned to sta

The teleport gate’s glow died behind them. In its place, dusk stretched across Floor 1 like a half‑remembered dream. The forest encroached, branches draping overhead with the weight of years. Each footstep pressed into soil that had first met them on day one—players untested, hopeful, naive. Now, the same path felt charged, like a living thing that recognized them and whispered warnings. Ariel led the way, kimono clinging damp to her form, crimson cape darkened by mud and mist. Her weapon rested at her side, silent but alive—a promise settling beneath her ribs. Shadowflame’s faint warmth

Eruda chuckles as the girl mentions the glasses. Then she started talking about her not giving a damn about what other people thought about it. "It a good attitude to have. I wish I had that courage in the real world. Most people thought I was mute so they pushed me around, made fun of me and I just took it because I didn't know what else to do." Swirling the cocoa around in the cup, "It really wasn't until I came into this game and Raidou found me that I even considered talking again." Eruda would smile at this and meet her gaze. "Oh this," as she takes one hand and sets it above the fi

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Eruda thankfully dismissed Mari's comment, simply stating she was easy to miss back then. Ah someone who was more reserved. That suited Mari just fine. Despite people saying she was charismatic and witty, she really wasn't the best conversationalist. Eruda shifted her attention, her head bobbing up and down before she tried skating again - this time a little more steady. Mari glanced down at the ice, it was wet, slippery - even a seasoned skater would have trouble on it. "Yeh....to be fair..." Mari began as Eruda smiled, retelling just how many times Mari had broken his glasses. More than she

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“Dangerous and bloody, huh?” Mari blinked. "Oh... Oh not bloody...god give me a lil credit Oscar. That's an Aussie thing." Mari said as she gestured toward herself. "We say bloody a lot. Like, yanno. Bloody hell. A sign of frustration." Mari set her fork down and pushed her plate aside, a heavy sigh. She really was still hungry He seemed a little distracted by her words. "I'm fine." She reiterated. Just in case Oscar needed to hear it. "And quite honestly he didn't seem all that dangerous - we shared a drink, thats about it." Mari tapped the table, the man seemed a little bit too goofy

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"To be fair I was pretty easy to miss, I didn't talk much back then." Eruda looks down at the ice and starts nodding her head almost like she was counting with each bob. After a moment she started making strides backwards, her feet were moving to the motion of her head. It was like dancing with out the head movement. Shifting herself around, changing directing, going forward not backward. Counting the steps under her breath. It was not fast or graceful but she wasn't falling on her ass which is all she cared about. The other stuff would come with time. "Well knowing you and knowing your name a

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“Dangerous and bloody, huh?” There was generally two types of people who went full bore into that sort of mystique. There were, of course, the bullshitters. It was generally done as a manipulation tactic. To intimidate some weak-willed person. Trick a woman into thinking they’re dealing with a bad boy. But they were so very rarely about it. It rarely took more than the lightest push to get them to abandon their entire persona. But then there were the ones that really were about it. And there was nothing to be done with those types except putting them in the ground. Oscar had to

Dracul’s defiant roar echoed across the shattered lake, a raw counterpoint to Taneuma’s sputtering, enraged whinnies. He was a bulwark, a storm anchor woven from pride and pain, holding the beast’s dying fury entirely upon himself. Ariel breathed. In. The scent of ozone, steam, and scorched earth. Out. The lingering static, the tremor in the ground. Her weapon lowered smoothly to her side, its obsidian tip kissing the surface of the disturbed water, sending out tiny, perfect ripples. This wasn't iaijutsu. This was kensho—seeing the essence. The final cut required no flourish, no cloak

It was unraveling before my eyes, bleeding light and fury, cracked open by Ariel’s impossible strike. The silver scar her blade had left across the lake’s reflection seemed to pulse, a wound in reality itself. My moment. The frustration, the near-misses, the electric burns—they coalesced into pure, focused rage. The greatword flared in my grasp, the blue rose motifs blazing with holy fire as I poured every ounce of strength into a final, desperate charge. "NOW! FINISH IT!" My voice ripped raw from my throat, less a command than a primal scream. Taneuma staggered, its star-core flickerin

The world didn't slow. It bent around Ariel, the frantic dance of lightning and steel resolving into crystalline clarity. She saw the afterimage of Taneuma’s evasion, the precise point in space it had occupied milliseconds before Dracul’s frustrated swing. That was her canvas. Stepping forward wasn’t merely movement; it was a transition through fractured time. Nihilim’s Wrath cleared its black-lacquered saya with a whisper, not the roar of shadowflame, but the pure, chilling song of moonlight on river-polished steel. This wasn't about consuming darkness; it was the absolute, unadorned truth of

Waterlogged and furious, I shoved Darius aside, his grip on my arm like a shackle I couldn’t bear. "I have this," I snarled, the words tasting of lakewater and ozone. Guardian’s Oath’s holy light flared along the rose-etched blade, a beacon in the charged gloom as I charged forward, silt spraying in great gouts from my heavy boots. Taneuma’s star-eyes burned a deeper, angrier crimson—Ariel’s insidious shadowflame still visibly gnawing at its crackling flank. Perfect. Let it bleed. With a roar that tore at my raw throat, I swung the massive greatsword in a blinding, overhead arc, the holy

There was a long pause as she stayed firmly planted on the ice. Keeping her face away from Mari. What on earth is she doing? "Oh hey," She finally spoke, her voice a little shaken, perhaps from the cold - or embarrassment that someone had just watched her fall. Mari wasn't sure, and quite frankly didn't care enough to over analyze a simple interaction. There didn't seem to be anything nefarious going on. She was just trying to enjoy herself. "Mari right?" She wore a serene and soft smile, and her eyes were soft - as though she wouldn't be capable of hurting anyone. But Mari had been tric

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Staring up as she blinked the light bits of snow away from her eyes. It was then that another female was heard. At first Eruda didn't look, she was out here alone and she didn't have her gear equipped. Closing her eyes for a moment trying to get a hold of her panicked emotion. With who ever this was were going to kill her she would be dead or at least a sword or hand to the throat, something, but there was nothing. Sitting up she would slide her body around to find a semi familiar face. "Oh hey," a smile on her face as she would take a better look at her surrounding. Seeing a building make a s

Mari was making the trek from the upper floors back to her home - it'd taken several hours. Literally. It wasn't easy being a Pker sometimes. She was looking forward to going home, and if Lancaster was there - curling up in his lap and having a cold hard drink, and a well earned rest. The woman trudged through the snow - tattered scarf wrapped tightly around her face. She wore thick black leggings beneath her usual attire, but her freckled arms were still bare. The Survival skill did most of the work, but the cold air was still somewhat uncomfortable. Mari paused and held out her palm sky

note to self: revise the message to bistro to 'it's real, and it's annoying'. because the way belregor had blurred over only to morph into player after player made her grit her teeth. clearly, it had stolen the attention of all other fighters, if only to plan for contingencies. night was just furious it wasn't a message to herself. image after image, it switched. then what illusion it wore was repelled -- better for them, she thought, beyond the presence of a mimic in their midst. because belregor, towering and huge, would've been harder to hit had it taken on a player's form. once star (