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Wondering to the Odyssey, today what the day. It was eating her alive every time she say Simmone which was daily so even if she masked it, the little thought was always there. Simmone was the first that Sam had ever connected with in the game, worked under the woman and she even became her mentor. Always feeling like she had a connection with this woman, at one point even a crush that she never wanted to explore afraid of loosing what they had. Then fates interfered, showed her things and helped her with explaining the truth behind everything that she was feeling. Sometimes she wished that she

At first he locks his gaze to hers, like he was unsure what he wanted. Then he reacts and kisses her back, her mind goes blank as she closes her eyes. Getting dipped as he engulfs her in passion. Heart is pounding faster than ever as every emotion that she never thought she would feel again comes to light. Nervousness, excitement, warmth, the craving of thirst of wanting more than what was being gave. He would raise her up in a twirl, she couldn't figure out whether or not to be happy and cry. When he scatters the kibble on the floor, she would stand there in almost shock trying to figure out

This OP is intended to be a space to tell short narrative segments between characters that are not large enough to be a thread on their own, as such its easier to get the lead out mentally and just wrap them all up in the same space. The floor is variable based on need for the story being told and is why the number for the floor is 'delta' Floor 8 - The Black Odyssey (No Mans Land) The scampering and parading of Moro and Maru work like a fresh pot of coffee, a level of motions and sounds to personify a brand new morning. Simmone sat dreary eyed and listless, staring out the window of

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Bael watched her as she spoke, his crimson eyes faintly aglow in the steam curling up from the spring. Her words carried the familiar defiance of someone clinging to normalcy in a place that had none. He found himself studying her gestures, the way her hands cut through the air when she grew frustrated, the flicker of humor and irritation that traded places behind her eyes. Despite everything, she still felt human. That was rare here. Dangerous, too. He took a slow step closer, boots crunching lightly against the gravel. "You misunderstand," he said, voice low but edged with something lik

He would look around to what she was referring to until he saw Pingu. "Oh. This is Pingu, my familiar. Pingu, meet Aeva." He would smile slightly as he would start by picking her up. He sat Pingu down on the countertop until he would adjust slightly on the other side. Right hand would start by gathering the cups and started by pouring mocha in the bottom. He soon would push steam down from his personal milk steamer to clear a pathway for it all. He looked at her and smiled slightly. "I got her here on the fourth floor." He casually waited until the steaming was done and soon would start

Arsine found the man odd. He seemed almost insatiable in the way he approached those other players, a small part of her told her to leave. There was something clearly wrong with this man, he was not safe. He killed, she had been witness to several of them. So then, why did she stay? “Why observe me?” Arsine chanced to ask. She opened her eyes and watched him walk the outside of the small spring, she had to turn her body round to keep him in her sights. “It goes off at night.” She said, hints of amusement in her tone as she lifted a hand to brush her hair back. Her soft green eyes regarded

Bael's head tilted slightly as Arsine spoke, her dry wit filtering through the steam like a breeze through smoke. "If you want peek, will cost you." The words carried no fear, just that teasing cadence of hers, one part mockery, one part warning. He couldn't help the quiet sound that escaped him, a low, rough chuckle that reverberated in his chest. "You overestimate my curiosity," he replied evenly, though the smirk that lingered on his lips said otherwise. He rose from his crouch and began to circle the perimeter of the spring, boots pressing against the damp ground with deliberate calm.

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"If you want peek, will cost you." Arsine muttered as she heard heavy footsteps approach. "Must warn, have modesty filter on, still more than you deserve to see." Arsine made it a habit it turn it on and off during the day and evenings, and it seemed to have been a good call. Not the first time someone tried to take a peek at her - and then yesterday at the docks with the mimic. Her odd habit saving her much grace in those times. Then, she heard that low growl of a voice. "Ah." Still not moving, she acknowledged who he has. "May need a different name for you. Not sleeping beast." Arsine

Bael had followed at a distance, his boots silent against the soft earth, eyes fixed on the faint shimmer of her cursor ahead. She walked like someone who had accepted the game's cruelty long ago, each step deliberate, neither defiant nor fearful. Her orange cursor pulsed softly in the dim light, a warning to others, an invitation to him. He watched her pause by the river, dipping a cloth into the water, cleaning her face with slow, methodical motions. She didn't bother to hide her disgust for the slime or the grime, nor did she rush the task. There was something in the rhythm of her move

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Astra lied on the ground, eyes fixed on silver starlight. The chiming chirps of frogs and cicadas, nestled in the forests, filled his ears. Amidst night's oratorio his favorite instrument was the soft sounds of Bliss' breaths. Her head nestled gently against his chest, a smooth and dainty hand resting on his abdomen, the warmth she radiated...It all felt foreign to him, yet there was no sense of fear in the unfamiliar, instead it was welcome. His whole body felt warm, his heart thumping to a measured rhythm. This warmth...Have I felt a feeling like this before? These feelings of de

Warren, originally, had zero intent on joining Oscar’s soiree. Helping Abellio pick out his clothes was about as far as he’d wanted to go. He didn’t have anyone to go with anyway. And if he showed up stag to Oscar’s party, the man would never let Warren hear the end of it. It wasn’t as if Warren were setting out to be single, but he just didn’t see the point. Love on the razor’s edge, between people worlds apart with no way to rekindle the flame once they returned home? It just didn’t seem appealing. Why waste time on tragedy. But the more he thought about it, he realized that the pa

“Wouldn’t I be the one holding the-” Oscar’s brow tilted up, his intent dead set on making Lessa’s situation as uncomfortable as possible. “You know, on your fa-” He grinned, shaking his head before the bit went too far. I mean, she wasn’t wrong. He did like wieners. That meant two things. “I’m kidding,” he said quickly. And then, even more quickly, killed another quartet of spiders. “She likes to make that joke about my Hot Dog Stand. But it do. Stand.” He sneered at Lessa, turning his attention back towards Murph as she examined her newly found tablet. Suddenly, he clapped his hands tog

The growl that Kumatetsu cut Astra off with shook the ground around them. Wulfrin grit his teeth as the bear seemed to prepare itself for a much wider and aggressive assault. Wulfrin leapt into action, all previous defensive stances vanishing in the blink of an eye. It was time to push through to the end. The celestial steel blade in his hand hummed to life with a vibrant green, as Wulfrin delivered a massive and heavy downward slash that tore into the furry hide of their current enemy. Kumatetsu's form continued to grow as it reached nearly twice its original size. The oversized grizzly

At Oscar’s mention of his “bunch of idiots”, Murph felt the gentle butterfly-wings flutter of nostalgia in her stomach. Had her dad not referred to his fellow police officers that same way dozens of times as she’d grown up? He’d loved them like family, and while they’d done their job well, they hadn’t taken themselves too seriously. If you can’t laugh at yourself, he’d often told her, then you’re doomed to a pretty miserable existence. Granted, she knew better than to throw herself at the first guild dangled In front of her. She owed it to herself to do her due diligence, and ensure that whate

They were absolutely fucking insane. Touched in the head. What party just takes a break for comedy in the middle of a fight? Weren’t they supposed to be fighting for their survival? Being cautious and safe and trying to live another day. He looked out over them, horrified at first. But that soon abated. Why was he concerned? Their health bars were full. They were okay. Hell, the boss didn’t even get an opportunity to really attack - if you didn’t count that fire breath that Warren ate. So why shouldn’t they just enjoy themselves? Vitalis made himself useful, searching around the towe

Lysette had been the first to realize it. How despite the danger of the death game they were in, it was so easy for this group - this nascent Guild - to find moments of bliss like these. She was grateful for every single moment that she was able to spend with these people. Every laugh and tear and smile and every anxious heartbeat. She didn’t care that it was all virtual. It wouldn’t be forever. And when she got out, she would have the resources to find them all again. Assuming her family didn’t spend all of her money while she was stuck here. This was real. And it was hers. The fami

"Keep the pressure on!" Got it. Kumatetsu began to become more erratic with its movements as Astra and his master chipped away it's health. The beast swiped it's claws in a frenzy, throwing it's massive body at almost any position the two found themselves in. Astra leapt out of the way of its attacks, waiting for the perfect opening to strike again. Kumatetsu's fury was palpable as it narrowly missed the combatants. Eventually it would have to tire itself out or make a miscalculated attack, leaving itself exposed once more. Turning it's attention back to Astra, Kumatetsu barreled fo

It was times like these that reminded Warren why he stuck around with these idiots. Small little moments of comfort. It reminded him of his old job, his old buddies. Back before it all went to shit and he was shipped home. It was nice. He really didn’t have any other way to describe it. Simple and heart warming. It had, in the past, taken a lot to ignite his passions. To get him focused on something and to get him to put something ahead of his own wants and desires. And striking out at the dragon, as the fight wound down to an end, he figured that was Oscar’s master plan. Get him out in t

“Oh goddammit,” Oscar exhaled in a wheeze. Placing his hands on his knees, his voice joined the chorus of laughter that ripped through the party. Lysette was next to join, giggling brightly as she struggled to keep her grip on her spear. “Abellio,” she scolded in between the laughs. “With a dragon? Really?” Abellio looked shocked for a moment, before he himself was lost into a fit of laughs. Even Warren - cold slab that he was - snorted in amusement. Vitalis watched on in horror as his entire party lost themselves in the joke, half doubled over, eyes closed and streaming tears.

Abellio caught the item in midair. He whipped around, bringing his sword low and hooking it under the dragon’s chin. With a powerful thrust, he slammed the creature’s mouth shut. The stream of flame stopped suddenly. He spared one glance towards Warren, relieved when he didn’t look all that worse for wear. Ripping his sword from the dragon’s flesh, he tossed the crystal into the air and struck. The trajectory of his attack cleaved right through the crystal. Lighting struck his weapon - Divine Rancor erupted into white flame. Now wielding the power of the heavens, Abellio pointed his sword

“Says the literal stripper,” Lysette said with a giggle. “I can’t hold a candle.” Sin turned her attention back to Lysette. She stuck out her tongue and gave the singer a wink. “Oh shut up babe. You’re a bombshell-” Sin cut her eyes towards Abellio. “I hope he knows how lucky he is.” “Oh I do. Trust me,” Abellio said. “If we’re done flirting,” Warren said, calmly walking up to the dragon. “Look alive.” Despite the stun, the dragon was not to be messed with. Warren managed to land a single attack. But only a single attack. Before he could wind up to hit it again, the dragon

Oscar moved like lightning and struck twice as hard. His first attack sent him blazing past Abellio and Lysette. He leaped onto the back of the dragon, a blue streak as his weapon carved a deep gash beside the ridges on the dragon's spine. Momentum carried him off the dragon's back. Shooting through the air, straight towards a pillar. He flipped forward, kicking his feet out in front of him. The pillar cracked as it stopped him cold. His knees bent. His eyes fell upon the dragon, taking aim - upside down - at his quarry. Charge Activated. The cracks beneath his feet deepened into a s