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Alinta jumped when she felt something brush against her shoulder, a quick step forward and a turn on her heel - but...She exhaled seeing Scar behind her. Did she somehow manage to pass him? "Scar!" The exclamation came out in almost a squeal as she saw him, her face brightened. It was so nice to see him again. Having him message her was one thing, but seeing him here in the flesh...another. "You messaged me!" Alinta said as she clasped her hands together. "I mean...after last time. I wasn't sure...but - Oh! It's good to see you again. What have you been up to?" She stepped closer to him, picki

Without a doubt, Jack understood that Alinta was moving a little bit farther than she normally would. The message came in so quickly, one after another, that they showed her indecision and discomfort, and he could not refrain from feeling a sudden desire to protect her. With such a motive Jack was the last person to abandon her out there, even for a moment. He had invited her out under the guise of a rumor, a pretext for this low-key date, but seeing her nervousness reminded him how much she valued safety. He didn't want her to feel abandoned out here, not even for a moment. Without wasti

As Jack's fingers were busy rummaging through his hair and her heart was beating against his chest, she could not hold back her smile. "Addicted, are you?" he murmured, his voice a low drawl meant only for her, teasing, intimate. "I warned you.. I don't think anyone survives this without a few.. complications." The touch of his hand on her waist was so light that he could have done it without her noticing, yet it had the desired impact of making her heartbeat to quicken. As the tune changed, the sensual low undertone seemed to correspond with the tempo of their bodies. Jack used the chang

Alinta was sitting in the small room, naught but a bed, dresser, mirror, and an adjoined bathroom/shower combo. All basic needs covered, nothing more. Nothing less. She was sitting on her windowsill, people watching. Something she usually did often in the evenings. Too scared to go out and enjoy the festivities of what little nightlife the Town of Beginnings offered. Too shy to approach a friendly face. It'd be nice...if she could reach out to a few more people but there were only two on her friendlist. Oscar, and Scar. The last time she had seen Scar she had dragged him across a desert

The message was very brief, almost like a casual one, it was just enough to stir one's interest, but was too vague to be taken seriously. Scar --> Alinta: I heard a rumor about something unusual in the grasslands near Tolbana. Thought you might want to take a look. Obviously, there was no rumor. No hiding, no rare monsters. It was just an excuse, a pretext to get her out here. To get her to meet him. He didn't need a quest to spend time with her, but the world of Aincrad was full of pretexts, little pushes, and excuses that sounded plausible. Jack stood at the edge of the gen

Their lips stayed pressed together, and that single terrifying moment between one heartbeat and the next felt like an eternity. Would he pull away? Deny her this fleeting passion? Was her yearning for another too strong? Did she read him right? They barely knew each other, this was not something she would have ever expected to do - it was a spur of the moment decision. That flicker of passion fueled by an undeniable magnetism. Then...he returned her kiss. Slow, delicate, his lips moved against hers and Alinta couldn't help but tighten the grip on his back to still her trembling form. A tilt of

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Post Action: Foraging for a Demonic Shard PH * * * Scar regenerates 1 EN. Scar | HP: 140/140 | EN: 20/32 | DMG: 8 | MIT: 4 | ACC: 2

Post Action: Foraging for a Demonic Shard PH * * * Scar regenerates 1 EN. Scar | HP: 140/140 | EN: 19/32 | DMG: 8 | MIT: 4 | ACC: 2

Her lips found his, hesitant, unsure, and it was the doubt that made it risky. For a heartbeat, Jack didn't move. The world stilled around them, the faint hum of the crowd fading beneath the pulse of the music and the warmth of her mouth. Then, slow as silk sliding over skin, he returned the kiss. Not hungrily, not urgently, but deliberately. A marking, a query, and a reply all at once. His lips finally leaving hers, he still looked at her. A very slight smile appeared on his mouth, the kind of smile that both hinted at trouble and at fun. "You should be careful with words like that," he

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All she could do was nod and hum in reply, her mind was still in shock, she could think the words she wanted to say, but every time she tried to open her mouth.... nothing. She followed behind him, more closely this time. Her entire body felt heavy, weighed down by some unnatural force. Soon enough they came back to the wretched crossing that brought them into the witches domain. The air changed, it was thicker, more eerie now than before. She tensed again with what little strength she had. Eyes on alert, not just for herself, but also for her partner. In time the green haired woman

Reytac exhaled softly, staring at the message again to make sure that it was real, and he wasn’t hallucinating. He sucked in a deep breath, and nodded. It was real, his guild was descending on -, or, ascending on, the thirtieth floor, to explore it and learn more about what was the new front line. The closest he had been so far was, admittedly, the unhinged, disturbing twenty ninth floor, but that particular experience was one he tried not to think about if he could help it, aside from his newfound friendship with Teion. This, then, would be his chance to actually meet more of his actu

"Think it's because we took that Quest?" Sin scooped up another sword as she mused, smiling as a small little chime rang in her ears as she cleared the quest objective. Turning back to Reytac, she crossed her arms over her chest. "Not that I'm complaining. It'd be a hell of a job roughing it in stripper heels." Honestly, the whole thing had gone smoother than she had expected after dealing with Drax's unfortunate existence. Though, she wasn't so delusional as to think it would always be this way. She was certain Aincrad had some really challenging quests to throw her way. After all this t

Floor 30 What can be said about a floor of food and consumables? There would be no words to describe it without going at length to speak on the absurdity of it all. Though, as the hunter stood there in the teleportation plaza of the 30th floor, he felt like he would not like what this floor would bring to him. The central town, Waveside, was settled upon the high seas, or as they were called on this floor, the Iridescent Sea. For the first hour of coming here, Hirru couldn't understand what everything was. There were boats and houses made of wood, but the wood had a heavy scent of sm

After making sure that Sinnamon was steady on her feet, Reytac joined her in looking around the area and narrowed his eyes in frustration. It was definitely more heavily populated with items than when he had come through here last, to find items for being a Forager or even when he had done the quest for First Lessons. He reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled forcefully before giving a light shrug and walking over towards a different item and picked it up. This one was one of the ones that was more like a pane, a large flat chunk. It could either, maybe, be a shield, or a ch

"You'll find the body remembers things the mind pretends to forget." A small panic at that comment, then a smile, a challenge. "Oh?" Alinta asked. "Why? Are you going to do things to my body?" As the words fell from her lips Alinta immediately inwardly cringed. Such a line would flow so well on paper, but saying it aloud? It was a little bold...wasn't it? The moment passed as quickly as it had come, and with them on the dance floor her sudden burst of overconfidence was swept away. Alinta wasn't a good dancer, but she could dance. Not winning any awards but being able to keep in pace

"Well... The little white rabbit should be careful. This is no place for one." Ceres said simply, knowing full well she was looking for one just moments before. it didn't make hr statement any less true. The orange haired woman in front of her was full of smiles and giggles. She explained what a mask did. "I know, thats why I named myself cinnamon." Cers said brightly. It was a masquerade after all. Identities were supposed to be hidden. Unless your name was hidden. Then Ceres guessed that you already were Hidden. The woman blinked, realizing her thoughts were once again getting away from her.

Sinnamon nodded, taking the offered hand and using it to pull herself to her feet. She took a moment, after dropping the item into her inventory, to dust herself off and take a look around. Strewn all about them were similar items, not twenty feet from the gate. Definitely not normal. She'd been through here many times. Sin pursed her lips, shifting her gaze from the shifting items and then up to Reytac's face. She gave him a smug look, ignoring the fact that she'd just biffed it entirely. Placing her hands on her hips, she sauntered over to another "sword" and made an exaggerated show of pick

Mari relaxed her shoulders hearing his words, she didn't realize just how much tension she had been holding in them...just how tightly wound she had been. Her stew, half eaten and far too spicy to be able to finish was pushed to the side so she could give Oscar the full attention he both demanded and deserved. He dismissed her admission with a rather simple and nonchalant one of his own, breaking apart bread to dip into his own serving. Stating he'd be fine...Mari knew Oscar was connected - knew he had people working for him, and that he was personally training several others. Her finger tappe

Reytac stopped abruptly, barely keeping himself from running into Sinnamon when she fell over, and his hand was now outstretched towards where she had been - the fall had been sudden and abrupt enough that even though he'd tried to grab onto one of her biceps to keep her from hitting the ground, he hadn't managed to make it in time. His eyes flicked over her quickly, perfunctorily, making sure she wasn't injured before he actually looked towards what she was holding up. It was - yep. That was definitely one of the unidentified, nebulous items that could be defined, refined into something that

Post Action: [x12] ST-I (12 EN) | A single-target sword art. Loot Rolls: ID: 256007 | LD: 15 | CD: 4 | 252+168= 420 Col, Materials (2), Tier 1 Rare Trinket (1) — The‍‌‍‍‌‍‌‍‍‌ Nepent shifted its weight again, the ground softly shaking around its roots as it got ready to hit. Its moves were very controlled and calm, but you could tell it was very close to exploding like a trap. Jack could see the pattern now, the rhythm between its inhale and attack, the precise moment when its vines stiffened just before they snapped forward. He steadied his breath. His previous miss had

Mari stared at V for a moment as she dismissed Mari's concerns. Had she been wrong? Mari was pretty perceptive, and usually right about these sort of things...but... Mari turned her gaze back toward the bar. She also had quite a lot to drink. Also, terrible at socializing in settings like this. "Oh." Her head swiveled back to V. "Thash...relief." Mari offered her a smile. "I kinda like hanging with you." V then made mention of how he could see why Mari was bummed playing matchmaker, ah. "Well..." Mari tugged on her bangs, "We could find you shomeone? Maybe not though... I don't -" Then lifted