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Mari wasn’t privy to the words exchanged between Lancaster and Freyd. It was a conversation they had before she came back inside. Worry bubbled up inside her. She could take a guess, and it wasn’t pleasant. Mari offers Lancaster a worried glance as words spilt forth from him like a fountain. Lifting a bound hand to gently brush his cheek, unlike him Jubilex allowed her movement - though its inky black tendrils still curled tightly around her fingers in a quiet warning as if to say ‘don’t give these to him’ Mari wouldn’t. Although in the moments that followed she was tempted to do so. To rip a

Walking through the hallway, hamster moving a million miles a second. She tried the whole sleeping thing 2 days ago but she wound up just staring at the ceiling for 3 hours. Shutting the door behind her, starting running the water for a bath. When was the last time she took one, was it when Kat and her decided that they were finally over with? Slinking into the tub, had it really been that long? What if Freyd was right, what if she couldn't actually brink herself to kill another player. It the other games she had played, it was different. They were not death games. Those people out there had f

Looking through the various objects now littering a table that once held a meal, the man gingerly sets a plate to the side. "Suit yourself, figured you could use a battery recharge and something to chew on." The man stands and dismisses his robe with a glance to Freyd, leaving nothing more then a simple long sleeve black shirt and pants, very plain and generic. The sheer tension in the air was so damn thick the man could almost harvest it and brew it into a potion, at it seemed that his no nonsense approach left a number of questions lingering in the air as well as irritation. "Understand that

"Ah shit." Adelyte cursed as the labyrinth was pointed out. Right in the middle of the forest. The forest where she had just come from. "I was going the wrong way.." No matter her little snafu, they were back on track to have the weapon delivered. After passing into the tree line, they had lost sight of the massive cylindrical tower. Did the frontliners really have to climb one of those to get to each boss fight? Adelyte shook away the thought, now wasn't the time to get distracted and start asking stupid questions. Untying the ridiculously long scarf from her forehead, she would fashion

"The closest thing that I have to a daily routine in wake, do guild vault inventory and than practice with CC for a while. The rest of the day I mainly work on my music or trying to write new songs. Let me tell you, he is not as easy as it looks." Sam give a small chuckle as she watches Kat avoid her glances after saying the last thing. "I am okay with it Kat, you seeing someone." It may hurt at first but she wanted to be able to talk about anything with Katoka without their feeling getting in the way. "Like say Lium was being a jackass, I want to come and talk about how he was being a jackass

"Oh honey," Oscar drawled, placing his hand over hers. "Totally pro bono." She spoke of the tragedies. The children on the streets and the lives they were supposed to lead. And it was tragic. Oscar's circumstance was one in a million, lightning striking twice. And she spoke of the light. All of the good things he'd carved out for himself. The lives he touched. The people he'd helped. And it felt good to have someone recognize that. But there was something off about the way she spoke. Only of the things he did in the light. The side of the coin that faced the sun. But they were all only ha

A hefty sigh escaped her, carrying with it relief at the blue haired woman's safety. "Good. Keep an eye out next time. Its a goddamn shit show out there, and you don't want to be catching any strays. And I'm Jevi." she attempted to move her arm, whether to wave or add a gesture to her introduction. It did not matter, because her arm from the elbow down did not move. It looked more like a fish on the end of a hook, weakly flailing. The concerned newcomer, who introduced herself as Kyra wasn't entirely sure where the sword needed to be delivered either. Had only certain players received the ques

Without a hitch, the raid began. Hackman the Scout watched from the cliffside. He counted eighteen players—enough for three strong teams. Almost everyone he had called on showed up, despite the obscurity of his identity and suspiciousness of his message. He made note to thank Bistro for her reliable information and retreated to a safer position. His job was done. He could count on the frontliners to do theirs. In Miremore, war raged on. The flow of combat drowned out the noise of battle. His mind was silent, and every action he took was fully intentional. A few swishes and button pre

Lessa pursed her lips around a contemplative hum. "I am now picturing myself literally gluing you and Jomei together. Nooooot a bad visual." Then her expression relaxed, and she shook her head. "We've already been over this," she drawled. "I could never afford a therapy session with you. You know how you get col in this game?" Without giving him a beat to respond, because of course he knew, she forged ahead. "Well I'll tell you how you get col in this game. By grinding, and by crafting. I do neither of those things, and that makes me a broke-ass bitch." Some of the humor leeched from her

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She had bent over backwards for months to avoid Floor 3. It was an irrational avoidance, and one she was looking to put to rest quickly. After missing her third wandering mob chose to spend the entirety of its life in the Forest of Wavering Mist, she realized the petty desire to stay far away from the entire floor was impacting her ability to farm some of the harder to find crystals needed for Masterpiece songs. Small doses of exposure seemed to be the best solution. I’ll just wander through Aruyt and look for any important quests I might’ve missed. But it was doubtful. to Acanthus, “impo

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His outburst surprised her. Abellio didn’t really strike her as the type to get bogged down in stuff like that. But it made sense, kinda. She couldn’t really hold it against him. Being starstruck was a real thing and she knew that from experience. But her temper flared when he questioned how fucking important he was. She didn’t let it show. Instead she reached up and clapped her hands down on both sides of his face. “You’re such an idiot,” she said in the sweetest tone she could muster. “Are the details really that important?” Of course they were. He was hurting and it upset her. She

She didn’t give him time to pull back. And that was probably the point. She placed herself right up in his space, her presence forcing him to give her all of his attention. Not an easy task. When she posed her question - spoke her challenge - anything Abellio would have said died in his throat. He would have picked his jaw up from the floor, were he not terrified of getting to close to her as he bent over. “Lydia, I -” “I thought I was pretty clear,” Lydia said quickly. “Really gonna keep me waiting?” Abellio’s mouth closed, his jaw clenched. She had to be fucking with him. Ther

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Wulfrin had been doing a bit of fishing off the shores of the Paradise Islands as he noticed the makeshift party forming. Wulfrin quietly put away his fishing rod and made his way down to Morningstar's side. "Yall crab hunting?" Wulfrin questioned as the group of five gathered around could only mean such a quest was about to be undertaken. "Looks like your party is one support role short. Lucky for you I've been cosplaying a support user lately. If you'll have me, I'll gladly cover the role." Wulfrin was not in any proper hunting attire, dressed simply in street clothes and a couple

POST ACTION: TAKE A DRINK: ID:248654 LD: 3 -Warm sake Mari somehow, somehow felt like she was the most sober of the three - despite having drunk quite a lot - maybe its because she stopped? Arcanthus was still drinking heavily and Mari couldn't help but feel a little worried for the brunette. They now sat in the bar - if one could call it that, the wood was fetid and rotten around them, storm clouds ruptured above with a thunderous cry - an oncoming sign of rain. Mari winced. She didn't want to be here when it started. “In… Indubit…Dubital…. Yea, it’s drinking time.” Ma

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Life so very rarely gave you the opportunity to correct past mistakes. Lydia knew that better than most. Keenly so. Standing here, with Abellio, in repetition of that tiny, significant moment in that cavern was one such time. She could make it right. Actually be the type of confident self-assured woman that she was on stage. Invoke the persona that everyone around her had crafted for her so carefully. But she was terrified. Why wasn’t he saying anything? If he wouldn’t she would. Lydia stepped in closer, bridging what small gulf existed between them. She pressed herself almost e

"It isn't terribly big," Wulfrin replied as he made a rough estimation with his hands. "Not much bigger than a tablet from our world." Wulfrin paid no attention to the cave around them, his Night Vision skill pulling most of the weight as he journeyed through the twisting tunnels. Before long he led them to a chamber with a tree stump standing alone in the center of the large chamber. The trees roots clung to the outer edges of the chamber, eventually coming back together at the apex of the chamber's ceiling. Positioned nicely at the center of the roughly ten foot wide stump was a tablet

“Hey,” Abellio replied. The night had been long. And it had been full of thoughts that he would have much preferred not to have. They still drummed heavy in his mind, repetitions of inadequacy disguised as cold logic. As immutable fact. But it was hard to give it all any credibility when she was so painfully close. When she looked up at him like that, smiled so softly at him. All at once, those storm clouds parted. Light shone through. He felt more energized, like he hadn’t just gone without sleep for the entire night. He helped Lydia to her feet. His hand lingered at the small of he

"Could have sworn I saw another player," Wulfrin huffed as Morningstar dismissed his initial observation. "Pretty sure his name was Alkor, but guess I was just seeing things. Callisto is still fresh on my mind." Wulfrin watched as Bliss explained her case to Morningstar after he had offered for her to join their party. Wulfrin was very concerned about Bliss's current level. Floor 8 was pretty high up the castle for a player still relatively new to the world of Aincrad. This floor was filled with gigantic beasts that could off a low level player in a single strike. While he didn't have any

Lydia almost screamed when she saw that the incoming message was from Abellio. And everything else screamed at her to play it cool. But she was alright typing and sending out a message before those thoughts managed to attain a glimmer of actuality. She was already getting ready before the regret tried to set in. Tried to set in. It didn’t really make it very far. Lydia would absolutely never regret any amount of time she spent with Abellio. Only not spending more. She raced down to Floor 8 with a bright smile on her face. Because even if they weren’t a thing she still enjoyed every m

I laughed, running a hand through my hair as I watched that little firecracker storm off. "Guess your charms don't work on her, eh Emilia?" "Fuck you!" Khione spat back at me, along with a dirty look. I shrugged it off as I dusted down the lapels of my suit. Appearances mattered, after all. Khione was so quick to anger, it was amusing. She put so much stock into keeping up her appearance. Always attempting a a friendly facade and yet she had less control than I when it came to her anger. At least she managed to catch on quick that my slip of the tongue was oh so deliberate. I wanted this