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Virtues Adaptable: ERROR does not have issues with change of plans. There are a number of instances in Aincrad where a player is forced to adapt to a situation, and ERROR is no stranger to them. Unlike most however, given their nature it is easier then it is for most for them to adapt to the change in circumstances. Intricate: ERROR has layers, like an onion. Given how ERROR performs socially, its very hard to get a read on ERROR. This extends beyond just a conversation, ERROR is hard to track down and hard to locate. The only real way to find them, is if they find you. Resolute: They do

Profile: ERROR Username: ERROR Real name: ??? Age: ?? Gender: ?????? Height: Approximately 5'11 Background: There are many players in Aincrad, with varied pasts and childhoods. What isn't always known however is how they had come to be. Far too often its unannounced and unreciprocated because within the floating castle such trivial topics irrelevant. ERROR is one of these, the history of their upbringing has never been spoken and better yet never will be. ERROR is an enigma, it is unknown what they look like or who they may be. Some speculate that it may be another player in

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Helpless, Lessa watched the vines snag Jomei, then drag him up beside her. His body bumped against hers like some horrifying human windchime, but instead of the sweet twinkle of wind through steel, the only sound she made was a guttural "oof." He hung quite a bit lower than she did, and realizing where her face ended up, she did her best to twist away from him. All her attempt earned her was a slow, lazy spin on the end of her green rope. "Listen," she began as she came around to face him, moving at a glacial pace, "I don't mean to be offensive or anything. But we look really, really stupid ri

Mari's gaze shifted down to her hands, her fingers fiddling with each other, using her fingernails to pick out bits of dirt from other fingernails. For all her bravado lately, coming face to face with someone genuine left her... feeling a little awkward. Baldur had always trusted her, same with Macradon. Mac had defended her against Bahr - heck...she was one of the founding leaders of the Ladder initially. So why lately...did it feel like she didn't really belong? "Yeah..." Mari admitted, her voice small. She was unable to rebuke his words. "Enough to let you sleep on my couch if you rea

"Hah!" Jomei barked a laugh at Mari's blunt response to his offer, "Guess it is, isn't it?" His cheery, wide grin faded, but a small smile remained "You're right, I hardly know you at all." his eyes would instinctually look up at the orange crystal that spun above Mari's head for a moment before meeting her gaze "But I trust Baldur. I trust Mac. Hirru. The rest of our guildmates.." He would ponder it for a moment, squinting his eyes, "Most of the frontliners..?" A small shrug of his shoulders and he would continue, "And they trust you. So I don't think I would regret putting that same tru

ph <<Assist System Engaged: Jibae>> Level: 25 Paragon: 0 Tier: 3 True Tier: 2 Final EXP reward: +210% Alinta | HP: 120/120 | EN: 30/30 | DMG: 1 |

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"Note to self. Leather does not like swampy conditions. 'Course, I think metal armor would do even worse." Reytac crinkled his nose up as he waded through the marshy surroundings. He had come here after he realized he needed to upgrade his gear, and he was ranging further to try picking up materials to use in reinforcing or replacing his equipment. He knew that for the most part rafters could use whatever was brought to them, as long as it was at least somewhat close to appropriate, but he still had it in his head that what materials were used would influence what they were used to make. He wa

Oh my how she would wound me so, throwing me to the floor and placing a foot firmly against my chest. I hummed, thinking - man - don’t people pay good money for this? Too bad I wasn’t interested in such things. “Ohh owwww! Whatever did I do?” I said in mock pain. Knowing full well what had happened. I caught her off guard. Quite easily so - and that pissed her off. It made her very, very angry - and me…very very happy. I had already figured out she was suggestive to hypnotic persuasion. And whilst she normally held fast and strong - right now, she was absolutely exhausted. Why? I hadn’t really

Reytac turned his head to one side, then the other. “I appreciate the warning this time. Hang on, give me a moment with this. ” He demolished the rest of his roll and then downed his tea, putting the cup in the trash receptacle nearby. As his back was to her, he sent Mari a quick, abrupt message. Reytac - >Mari Purple hair is named Emilia. She's on her way to fourth floor. Asked if I want to go, y/N? Mari → Reytac: I know. Is fine. If it somehow came to a fight, then he had a feeling he would just end up getting in Mari's way, or worse, make her have to

Khione leaned back against the chair, sighing as she saw another ping from Vex, she ignored it for now. “I guess it can be rough.” She mused as she glanced into her cup. Khione felt in situations like this, truth worked far better than any lie ever could. “I was testing the game for some patients, to make sure it was safe - see its power consumption, and all that.” SHe paused to take a sip. “I’m a nurse. This game was supposed to be for the children, something for them to do during long hospital trips, or ones who were bedridden. I loathe to think what would have happened if it weren't for us

Reytac munched on his roll for a moment as Emilia spoke, not trying to be rude but trying to quiet the rumbling in his stomach. As she talked, he nodded once or twice and used eating to cover the fact that his face twitched once or twice. He let out a short laugh and wiped his mouth of any crumbs with a napkin, then politely sipped the cappuccino that she'd had the waiter set down, ignoring his protest. “I suppose so. I was one of those with my head stuck in the sand after the whole announcement back then, so I missed it. Bit of a shock, I'm sure you can imagine.” He had also noted that,

Mari didn’t trust him, so she opened up her HUD system, one hand still on her pouch. Eyes constantly flicking up to the white haired man to ensure he didn’t take a single step further, he seemed quite happy to just bounce to and fro from his toes to the heels of his feet. “I ain’t want to hurt you, Mari.” He said with a whistle. “Go on, tell anyone and everyone ol’ Vex is here!” He said with a flourish and a bow, scraping his feet against the snow. Ugh Mari inwardly cringed at his demeanor, she didn’t like it. Somehow…it reminded her of Tybalt. If Tybalt had his wits about him, and

I grinned, oh this area o’ the forest she says. I tilted my head to the side in a mock pout, placing a finger on my lips. “Oh? Why? Is there something about this area of the forest?” I gestured to the trees around us. Knowing full well that she lived nearby. “This is far enough away from the main settlement for me not to be a….you know…” I rolled my hand over and over before making an exaggerated point to my cursor. “This thing! It just never disappears!” I lamented with a mock faint. “I hadn’t even killed anyone, you know?” Technically true, by the rules of Aincrad and its standards - my nam

“Emelia.” Khione reintroduced herself as she gestured for the NPC waiter to set the cup of cappuccino in front of Reytac. “That’s my real name, of course. I prefer to use it.” She said, It was honest. Using her real name helped humanize herself, disarm others - and kept her username safe. “I’m pretty good with remembering things.” Khione said as she shut her book and set it away in her inventory. Best case scenario it was. He had chosen to sit across from her. Reytac mentioned the shop. “Oh! So you met Mari then?” Khione asked with an amused grin. “I’m glad. I only met her once, and she

Reytac tilted his head to one side. It wasn't hard to pretend he'd forgotten her name - he had, after all. “Right, yes, you're the lady who actually wanted mead while the others just kept taking beer. Met you the same time as..” He pulled his drink of tea and roll out as he sat down in the seat she had indicated, then tapped his fingers against the table. “Abellio. That was his name and the other guy. Sorry, I'm terrible with names now, been a while since I tried to remember any.” This was the woman, the one who sent him to Mari's shop. Potentially setting him up to die, if the orange pl

Mari had one hand firmly planted on her hip, the other - on her satchel of tricks. She had only met this man once before - and he was with a purple haired woman who called herself Emilia. Although her real name was Khione. This was not a coincidence. Running into Reytac - the footprints - “You were following me.” Mari said tersely as her hand dipped into her satchel. “Explain.” This didn’t bode well, at least not for Vex. He seemed to always be attached at Khiones hip. Mari remembered the name now. The interaction. How pissed Khione had been at Vex for him revealing her screen na

Mari had one hand firmly planted on her hip, the other - on her satchel of tricks. She had only met this man once before - and he was with a purple haired woman who called herself Emilia. Although her real name was Khione. This was not a coincidence. Running into Reytac - the footprints - “You were following me.” Mari said tersely as her hand dipped into her satchel. “Explain.” This didn’t bode well, at least not for Vex. He seemed to always be attached at Khiones hip. Mari remembered the name now. The interaction. How pissed Khione had been at Vex for him revealing her screen name.

I laughed to myself as I saw the curt reply from my darling little Emelia - my how quick to anger she was. I whistled to myself as I traced back my footsteps on the fourth floor. I knew Mari was smart, I knew she was astute - but damn noticing my footprints? Amidst all the others? I leaned down to glance at my boots. They were pure white dress shoes - sharply angled at the toe. “Ahhh… I see, I see.” I said to myself as I let my foot waggle to and fro. “So you, my pesky little friends - are what had caused it.” I wagged a finger at my boot, as if chastising it. “Tut, tut! You’re going to make s

Lilac eyes watched as a familiar face approached her - Ah. Reytac. She hadn’t expected to see him anytime soon. Perhaps luck had been on her side lately. Khione grinned as he approached only to have him walk right past her. The woman blinked. She supposed she hadn’t left that much of an impression on him. Oh well. She wasn’t the type of woman to go running after someone. She picked up her half empty cappuccino and took another long sip before shifting her attention to her messenger - tiny beeps had been going off in her ear, one after another. Rosaria → Khione: Need some fresh supplies.