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Sitting on the window seal downstairs in her own head. What Freya did a couple days ago was sweet, taking them out to a bar of all things for their belated birthday. What her twin did not know was that it wasn't quite their 21st yet. Eruda didn't want to ruin the day by saying anything, she had been keeping a journal of the days passing in Aincrad thinking that maybe it could be useful somehow someday. Its been exactly 5 years 2 months and 3 days since they had arrived and today marks their special day. Raidou had been gone for three days, it had been since they picked flowers with Nisah

The man would receive a notification out of the blue, one that he'd flip the screen open to read. Most within this circumstance he wouldn't acknowledge so readily but the context was a little more dire then most. A sigh as he'd look to the kid sporting a grin "I do don't I?" The man would offer quizzically finding the similarity striking to that of Kiluia, that taste of concern slipping away as he found the situation. Leaning forward the man stands, adjusting his lenses and picking up his book wiggling it between a pinched index and thumb. Koga was a spitting image of one of his best friends.

Thread Closure: Mari | [Word Count: 5762/5 = 1152.4] * [True Tier: 10] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 1.05] = 12100 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 1815 col, 1*Mon Lancaster | [Word Count: 5762/5 = 1152.4] * [True Tier: 1] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 1.05] = 1210 EXP, 1*Mon

Resources had become scarce as of late, and Aoi knew that she would need to stop putting off the effort required to replenish and replace what she had used. Though she could have bought some of the materials she needed to continue her trade, she was also aware that a large percentage of those materials were subpar compared to what could be found through a single dance through the fields. ’Besides, Kaie, I could use the exercise and practice. It’s been a while since I’ve done a simple combative adventure.’ She didn’t want to think about how long it had been – days, if not weeks, at least

’Here we are.’ Aoi looked down at the kneeling man, watching as he began digging into the rocks and dirt with a slow, methodical form that clearly showed his weakness and inability. Aoi hesitated, a part of her wanting to assist, and another part wanting nothing more to do with the man’s endeavours. She held no ill will towards him, and yet she felt no desire to assist him in his task – simply provide protection, and move on. She felt an odd disparity within herself as she considered her own behaviour. ’These once belonged to my wife, before she…’ Aoi’s thoughts were interrupted as the m

Time would’ve been hard to determine if Aoi had been forced to rely upon only the surrounding environment. Thankfully, the clock that was a part of her HUD – one which she had become accustomed to checking frequently throughout her travels – was more than capable of tracking her progress, and how long she’d been away. Glancing up at it, she could see that she’d already wandered through the desert for nearly two hours when the storms had begun to settle and quell around her. She pulled down the cloth that had been covering the lower part of her face – a simple rag that she’d used as a makeshift

Mari liked him, it wasn’t something like love that would be ridiculous. But she confirmed it wasn’t just lust either… confirmed in quite possibly the best way. Even if it did cost Aincrad a flower field. So what was it exactly…? Emotions were hard to package, you couldn’t wrap them up with a neat bow and call it a day. You couldn’t whack a label on it. The two shouldn’t be together. That much was obvious - and yet they kept running into each other. Not by chance or destiny but because in a way, they kept seeking the other out. At some point, if their intangible tango were to continue - they’d

Her eyes had shifted to glance towards the centralised spire that once housed the floor boss, the greatest danger the expansive desert had ever seen. Her subtle ploy was obvious to the bandit, and although he seemed to hesitate for a few moments, the decision was no surprise to Aoi when he nodded towards the distance. Slowly, quietly as they had arrived, the bandits surrounding her appeared to shift back into the flowing storm before disappearing from sight entirely. Only the leader remained, just long enough to shout a final thought towards Aoi before disappearing himself. ’You won’t always b

Flipping open her menu, Aoi decided to risk a bluff that would either succeed – or leave herself and the elderly man laying in the dirt with nothing more than a memory passing between them. She typed for a few seconds, before closing the menu and staring towards the man who had originally spoken. She could see the confusion in his face, and wondered for a brief second if this would even work. Nothing for it now but to try and hope things work out for the best. ’I’ve called upon those who fight against the dark taints of this world, to assist one of their own.’ She spoke evenly, letting he

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In all honesty...Mari expected him to pull away. A small joke, a comment, compliment - then with a forlorn expression she expected him to leave her. Go back to his business. His world. There was a long silence as his eyes were set to the sky above, moving only to take long drags of his cigarette. Ever present. Then finally, he spoke, telling her how her hips cast magic. Shifting his head to lock into her eyes. His burning ember laden eyes burning with the cooled ferocity of a dying campfire. "-Everything a man could want, but could never steal." Lancaster turned away from her

The man would draw another drag causing the little jimmy to spark up in a bright red, exhaling that cloud of white into the amber waning sky. "I appreciate the compliment mi amore, but your not so bad yourself. Those hips...cast magic." Tilting his head he'd lock eyes with the woman, simply enjoying the vibrant color as he'd stare through the windows into her very soul. A gentle but coarse thumb across her cheek, as if testing or savoring the smoothness of her skin. "A magnificent work of art, a magician, intelligent. Everything a man could want, but could never steal." Another drag causes tha

7/7/25 Lynn | AA ID:245149c (T4/Weapon/Demonic) BD: CD: LD: 247267 6 3 2 Taunt/Keen 247268 7 11 14 Damage/Accuracy 247269 10 11 15 Absolute Accuracy/Phase 247270 9 5 3 Taunt/Keen Reroll (Freebie) Slot #1

Given to @Raidou 4 gleaming scales, 1x Witch's Brew (243240a), and 1x <<Warden's Fury>> | Boss Drop | AA|Para|Para

7/7/25 (Aw fuck here we go) Baldur | HLY 1 | STC 1 ID:202363c (T4/Weapon/Demonic) BD: CD: LD: 247120 3 7 7 Bleed/Paralyze 247121 5 12 17 Damage/Accuracy 247122 5 5 6

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The man asked the question that she had hoped that he didn't. Then again when the man started talking about his twin that expression changed just like hers. They were hitting all the sensitive spot, ones that hurt the most. Why was this happening. Taking a deep breath, "I's fine," veering her eyes to the sunrise too. Picking her pad back up and those pastels. She starts adding to the photo, without looking at him, "My name is Enya Sakiyo. My mother married into royalty, that makes me a half ass princess. The thing is..." the sentence drops but her fingers her still moving, blending the colors

Mari closed her eyes. It was…oddly peaceful. The scents were different. Fresh loamy earth - charred trees. The hints of smoke. She could hear the approach of someone, and knew it could only be one person. The one other person would have loudly announced his presence. “Freyd…” Mari said quietly, eyes still closed in perhaps the last moment of peace she’d have for a while. She sounded oddly calm with everything. Especially with what was about to transpire. Mari lifted a head from her knee and finally turned to look at him. He had a solemn and grim look on his features. Right…this would be j

It took a few minutes. Perhaps he was in the middle of something, or he didn't immediately understand the point of her message. But when he finally swung open his front door, he found her smiling up at him. "Special delivery!" she declared, wiggling her shoulders excitedly. "One order of your favorite person!" Then she lifted up a plastic bag in the space between them. "And also ice cream! Because shitty nights call for ice cream." Without waiting for an invitation, she slipped under his arm and scooted to his kitchen. Though their relationship was still new, she had been over to his hous

Katoka took a single sip and grimaced. Mari swiped the bottle and demolished it as an afterthought. Her audacity stunned Acanthus. Then, she laughed, loudly and wordlessly, until tears formed at the edges of her eyes. “That wa s a TERRIBLe idea.” Acanthus desperately tried to catch her breath, clutching her sides as Mari sputtered near the end of the bottle. “Keep goi nf, you’ re almost hther, Mari. gold. Marigold.” Acathus chuckled again. She couldn’t help it—everything was brighter and funnier. “I fuck in, fucking tol d you. It’s terrible.” She doubled over laughing as Mari complimented