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She felt herself flinch again. This time it was from the mention of her engagement, not from Night yelling. She was right, it wasn't fair that it had happened to her. It was also not fair that the wound, however healed it might have been, was still raw. Katoka closed her eyes and took a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds before letting it out slowly. She turned back around to face the dark haired woman, "I don't know what I was looking for to be quite honest." she shook her head and looked passed Night, into the grey clouds in the distance. "I just... Didn't want to leave it at that. It

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quest. | (2/2) | NIGHT | Lv. 154 >> P. 120, Lv. 34 | Status: // Notes: // she tried scooping some of the residue into a vial that demian had carried. nothing worked to contain it. they had to carry on. … following bistro’s instructions, they returned to the docks. demian, ever skilled, figured he could sail one of the boats stationed there, and evidently there were vessels conveniently unowned. so they took one, silent in between their quiet questions and t

A whole day, wasted. Acanthus picked grime out of her metal armor as she gave the landscape another despairing look. When Argent had shared news of another Spectral Knight, she had no doubt the thing would be near the Kineallan Parish, as he said. He was a new source, but proved reliable over and over. If not a touch overconcerned. * * * “I’m telling you this so that you can go and get a group together. You’re going to reach out to the other frontliners for this one, right? This isn’t some patrol into Miremore, like last time. You’ll get yourself killed.” Acanthus shakes her hea

PH ---- Katoka consumes: Gungir Shard 239050 | Sharkcuterie Board | T1 Demonic Feast (3/6) | ACC II | EVA II | ID: 239171 - takes one portion Elixiar of Vitality | OH III | ID#: 198864 Titan's Strength | DMG III | ID#: 204509 Katoka | HP: 966/966 | EN: 118/118 | DMG: 26 | MIT:78 | ACC:7 | EVA:3 | BH:46 | REC: 8 | FLN: 16 | HLY: 16

Crafting results for 6/2/2025 (Link to shop post) Step 1: Fusion Fusing Uncommon 243754 + 243751 -> 243757 (Rare) Fusing Uncommon (Mast) 243756 + 243746 -> 243758 Rare (Mast) Fusing Rare 243755 + 243747 -> 243759 Perfect Fusing Rare (Mast) 243739 and 243730 -> 243760 Perfect (Mast) Step 2: Appraise (IDs link to the shop thread in which the item was rolled or fused. If the item does not have a link, then it was fused or rolled in the same post it is appraised.) March to the Dawn | 243750 243760 | Instant HP Recovery III A militaristic

The garden just shy of the slime farm had always been the best place to get consistent sunlight. This was the spot that Hanami loved to curl up in when at home, napping and purring like a cat. She dreamed of cherry blossoms, and of chasing dragonflies when she heard a voice calling her. Her ears twitched but she remained in her makeshift nest, determined to stay warm. The voice called again, louder this time. The tone told the furry dragon that she would not get to continue with her rest. With a huff she rose, stretching her body out and letting out a yawn, had her human been in sight she woul

Today's Crafts Extended Workshop. (+3 EXP total from Trinket | Tuning Fork + Hard Working) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 243756 CD: 3 +1 LD: 15 Uncommon (Mast) - 6 (+3 Ambition) 2 243755 CD: 9 +1 LD:

A Familiar spinning wheel roused Alyson out of what had slumber that felt like it had genuinely been forever... and maybe it had? Before she even had time to process a blast of colors, lights, sounds, and a rush of movement as her body resynched to NerveGear and before she knew it... she was back. Standing in the world of Aincrad once more. She shuffled on her feet a bit, and... no lag! she must have been transported from her home in America to the servers in japan... that would explain the long period of unconsciousness she felt, and how... little.. people.. there were around her. Alyso

Buying 10 liquor of light - 30 mats Buying 10 imugi’s inpiration - 30k col to be paid to @Bistro

Ph Zajcica | HP: 1012/1012 | EN: 100/100 | DMG: 24 | MIT:301 | ACC:4 | F-SPIRIT | EVA:2 | FL.AURA: 16 | FR.AURA: 16 | FR.THORNS: 8/16 | THORNS:112 | BH:56 | LD:4 Consumes: liquor of light - DMG III; Ika Shogayaki - OH III; Fiery Dragon Roll - MIT III; Feast(Sharkcuterie Board) - ACC/EVA II; Immolation Potion T4 - Thorns +40

Shiny bits and bobs flew all about in fanciful arcs and the whizbang of hurtling mayhem shooting in every direction overhead. This new shambler took him to all the best places! Always full of action with delectable goodies to be explored, occupied, or infested, in the nicest possible ways. Currently romping about the milling clawed feet of a dozen skittering tall-ies, this latest batch seemed especially keen on dancing with his monochromatic new friend. They also made the bestest popping noises whenever their dance ended, complete with shiny showers and the glittering promise of coins. Some

Black steel met the slurping coil of writhing tentacles as the latest batch of freshly risen monstrosities surged forth. Mangled and twisted abominations whose very misshapen existence defied imagination fell upon them like a wave of gnashing teeth, rent flesh and raking black claws. Just another day in the frontlines' latest paradise lost. "Someone definitely kicked over an anthill, or whatever the squid-themed equivalent might be!" Forming a mental image of the eldritch horror version of a snake breeding ball quickly prompted him to stop, focusing instead on the wounded gaggle of fleei

The gentle cadence of a wrist stirring an aromatic tea below roused the slew of little rocks from their programed bout of drowsiness. Crisp steam billowed upwards, condensing along the rounded pebbles as peppermint fragrance welcomed the beginning of another day. They hadn't always started this way. Sometimes, Borris would find himself in hot pursuit of a vagabond bust bunny, rumbling across the rickety floorboards with the determination of an underdog racer. Other times, he would awaken within the translucent tunnels of a gathered bedspread, ever-shifting as its narrow passageways opened and

"Why is it that whenever something happens, it's always us?" Stats incoming.. whenever I get the time to put them in..

Skill(s) Being Dropped: Weapon Skill R1 Mod(s)/Addon(s)/Shift(s) Being Dropped: None SP Incurred Towards Limit: 4/50 SP Refunded: 4 SP Cost: 4000

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►Profile: Username: Adestra Real name: Alyson Blake Age: 19 Gender: F Height: 5'7 ►Background: An Otaku from America, Alyson has loved Anime and Japanese culture for as long as she can remember. The same obviously goes for video games. From VNs and LNs to taking Japanese class in high school Alyson has devoted her life to, well, being a weeb. So much so that she made a commitment to get a scholarship to study aboard in japan. Alyson had only moved there for a few months before the beta test of SAO began. Alyson consumed every ounce of media she could on it to the po

I sighed, scooping the books up into my arm and opening my inventory to store the items that had been lent to me. “I apologize for my outburst… I do appreciate you—all of you,” I stood up, putting my hands behind my head and taking deep, choppy breaths. Whether or not my body was receiving any extra oxygen was unbeknownst to me, but it helped calm my mind either way. “I just need a minute is all.” My feelings don’t excuse my reaction to her comment, whether they were sincere or not. Keeping a level head is all I’ve got left, facts not feelings, instinct not emotion. I

Skill(s) Being Dropped: Charge Mod(s)/Addon(s)/Shift(s) Being Dropped: Reveal SP Incurred Towards Limit: 16 SP Refunded: 16 Cost: 16,000

Another wine bottle ricocheted off the marble tiles. The sound bounced from floor, to wall, to ceiling, to wall, back to the rafters, and then finally to the couch where Acanthus reclined. Her left hand held the pale green neck of tomorrow’s regret. It was a good vintage. Good enough, at least. The discarded bottle rolled across the floor, making an intolerable scraping noise. It hobbled across luscious, speckled floors so extravagant that Acanthus doubted such a floor existed anywhere on earth. With a sharp crack, the empty bottle split against the far wall of the parlor, vanishing with

"Lazy?" Forming the word with any deliberate intent for the rest of the day seemed nearly painful. Those most familiar with Freyd knew that the sheer concept of a day off was essentially anathema. Even here, now, he'd come equipped with full tactical fish-decimation gear and buffs in tow. A lazy day meant depleting every detectable fishing spot on his mini-map with surgically precise timing. There were entire spreadsheets built around matching the best lures with potential catches, weather-dependent debuffs to offset inconvenient climate outages... Even his tennis shoes were laced with fi

No words for Demian today. She did her best to treat him like nothing more than one of Aincrad's shopkeepers. Anything more was simply too much effort. Purchasing: Skewer Roll x10 (20 materials) Bento x5 (15 materials) Bingsu x5 (25 materials) Miso Soup x5 (25 materials) Gelato x5 (10 materials) Mousse x5 (10 materials) Total. 105 Mats sent to Demian.