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"Simple, you don't need them here. They are a proxy created solely to remind you that you still breathe. Something tangible like a tether to reality." Th “Ah.” That made sense. Raidou continued to explain it as Mari let the necklace go, it fell back against his chest and out of sight. Mari shifted, finding a place to lie her back down on the table. It was similar to Freyd using the void to step around. He had some sort of tether too didn’t he? As convenient as these tools were, there was an unspoken insidious side to them. Getting trapped in between everything would be…dire. With no need

Raidou would push on his glasses, conveying that look of deeper thought. The man could honestly think of very little that would qualify to be written on any such list. His personal motivations and goals were a lot more grounded, and a lot less expressed in bouts of whimsy. Taking another swig of his glass, the air had done it some good, making it a lot less acidic. "Well, perhaps in time I will give it a little more of an honest attempt." Raidou offered the girl the subtle reply, there was little reason he didn't cook on the regular other then it was already done when he arrived. It wasn't tha

The man turns the book inward toward his chest, leaning into Elda as she'd come up to pay him a greeting all her own. "Not too long, about 10 minutes or so. Enjoy your break?" He'd ask as she'd trail away, seeking out a cup of her own. As she'd take a seat he'd listen intently to her reasoning, paying her a earnest smile. Sitting close he'd fold the book up and place it down on the table, finding her curiosity a bit involved in his own past. So Kasumi had been playing teacher to Elda in regards to Mugen Tenshin. At least his own bastardized variation of it, that his father clearly did not appr

A hard swallow as she was trying really hard not to choke on her food. Watching Raidou's face pucker from the potency on the mixture, it was amusing. It wasn't something that she saw very often from the man. Reluctantly she takes another sip, it takes her a moment to actually get it down but when she does her eyes shut as she quickly shakes her head. "Jeeze" no context but they both knew. Taking a deep inhale, it was some strange strong stuff. She would wonder how much it would take before the weird feeling would show up. "Yes, yes you should..." eyes meeting his. "I know, its why I wanted to

The ring of a notification catches the mans attention, and with a mild sense of reluctance he'd flip it open and his eyes would dart back an forth as he'd read it. "Guess duty calls. Its been fun Lessa." The man would tap the white powder off his hands with a quick pair of claps, standing and looking across the bar to Alexander. Tapping out the necessary coin with a few extra for a tip, helping to keep the lights on although Lessa was probably already paying most their bills at this point. "She was, and still is. Haine is still enjoying her life, free from all the baggage we live through on th

Deep even breaths, in through her nose and out through her mouth. Blinking her eyes open as she sees Raidou sitting there reading... She didn't even hear him come in, no click of the door, no tapping of his boots no nothing... Getting the her feet rather quickly, "When the heck did you get home" she would question as she walks to the kitchen with her cup in hand grabbing some more tea herself. She barely drank coffee anymore, she has come to like the blends of tea. She did have to add a bit a sugar so that it wasn't so bitter but that was fine. It was probably better for her anyway. Setting th

Pouring himself a bit of the wine, the smell was immediately potent to the nose. So strong he could damn near taste it from just a sniff. A very small sip had one of his eyes almost shut completely as it was very obviously alcoholic. How the hell the man had achieved the consistency of a spirit in fermented grapes was an entirely new realm of unfeasibility. Finally setting his eyes on Elda, who was wandering around in nothing more then a T-shirt that he wasn't even entirely sure where she got it from. Making sure to keep the cork off the wine and let it breathe a little, the stuff needed it. H

Rushing up the stairs into her room of creations. It was full of a large assortment of outfits but none that she really wanted to wear. It was rounding sunset and she didn't want to put the same thing on as it was painted with dirt spots. "Great" saying with a sigh. She didn't have much in the way of night gowns, the only sex lace stuff that Simmone gave her. Looking through them it was all so oof... Deciding that she was just going to wear a long white t-shirt, she pulls it off the hanger. A shower was needed, that water was not the cleanest and she could feel it on her skin. Not only that bu

The man would wander through the threshold, as punctual as always and offering his robe to the rack. Unfurling the belt slung across his chest, removing the ebon vanguard and auric sunlight from the spaces that they rested behind his right shoulder. He'd look to Elda who had taken a space in the center of the large room that they did most of their existing in. This was a rather new addition, an odd new activity that he'd not seen her do up until now. Clearly she was trying to still her mind or relax, which of the two the nomad was not entirely sure. Raidou would move to the set of drawers and

Eruda had her fun without having to worry herself too much on her surroundings, sadly he cannot be too invested into it. Perhaps in another time or place he'd have the opportunity but not here. Where threats could very well wander into the place and take advantage. The crystal pulled from the bottom of the lake, the girl would bring it back up to return it to him. He'd give it a couple of shakes before adding it back into his pocket. Playing the part of the stalwart sentinel as she'd collect her belongings and ask to have a quick return home. "I can, plenty of charges left." The man comments r

Eruda spent all day making a new outfit, one that she was wearing now. A baggy pair of white sweat pants and a light pink tank top that went just above her stomach, with the red fabric holding her hair out of her face. Instead of making dinner tonight she just grabbed a few selections of bread from Ryllae's shop. She was excited to share the new creations that she made. One that contained peach and the other a apple. She went into detail of how she made them, something about mashing each fruit and blending it with the dough mix. Eruda suggest that next time she could chop each fruit up instead

Closing her eyes with her head up allowing the water to pour down on her face. She was under one of the lesser currents so the splashing didn't hurt in a way. She was not expecting him to come in, but she was glad that he was even here to share even a fraction of this experience. Hearing a slight muffled sound, music. She swims about a foot forward to see a rainbow rave inside the already purple liquid. Her eyes gleam with excitement, "Wow" is all she could say. It was nothing like anything that she had ever seen before. "Thank you" looking up at him, seeing that he was watching her. Smiling w

The man reaches up to his shoulders, removing the robe from it folding it neatly up as to prevent it from taking on water. It reveals the belt of his twin sheathes running across his chest, from his right shoulder and beneath his left arm. The two sword handles perched there normally just beneath his robe. The riding waves slowly bleeding in from above. Eruda was clearly having a great time. "I cannot say that I have ever done it, but I am sure I can manage." Raidou offered limply with a smile all his own. The girl would start to strip and mingle out into the pool of water, causing the nomad t

There was little else in demand, little else that required direct involvement. Raidou had no where else to be, and within that absence he held comfortably to the act of existing. A conversation despite the gravity with an old friend, the gentle trickle of a single pitter patter of water slipping through some crack above. The smell of burnt soil that muddied them both, even the faint rhythmic thrumming of Mari's heart beat. As if the entire world had been placed on pause, and it did not demand attention. "Simple, you don't need them here. They are a proxy created solely to remind you that you s

Opening the lids of various crates seemed to be the easiest way to find what they were looking for. It was odd though, considering most ships would have the lids of their cargo nailed down to keep things from breaking or falling out. This was a game though and that logic didn't always apply. Katoka felt relieved that Mari was keeping the odd fish man away from her while she searched. She still let her left hand rest on the hilt of her weapon just in case. "Freyd is..." she opened another crate and smiled at the contents. Several bottles willed with an amber liquid. "He's not a bad person.

"Strike me down?! BISCH! I crawled my way outta you!" Eyes twitching with unbridled madness, Akir lunched and slashed with unrepentant fury, marring Mari's hair with a few close calls. Despite her reckless aggression, Mari's blow had infected the Gemini's black bile body with a poison deeper than any venomous spite it could inflict upon her. Years of suffering, introspection and pain had inured her against her demon's heart's dark impulses, at least enough to recognize them for what they were and to deny them purchase. Every tragedy, every loss, every death that had torn at her from w

“Ah, um, my hand just slipped on the door. Also, it was getting a little hot in the carriage. Just a lot of heat. That’s my bad.” Mari waved Arcanthus off, “Dun worry…dun worry.” She didn’t want to make the brunette uncomfortable. Mari pointed at the bottle of snake whiskey. “Can I?” She was beginning to sober up a little too much for her liking. Arcanthus nodded and passed it to her. Mari threw her head back and drank. Bitter it wasn’t like most whiskeys she enjoyed. This one was oaky, maybe a little too much peat for her liking. “Erhhh…soso.” Mari slurred as she passed the bottle back.

Acanthus turned a color reserved for PK markers. Her eyes slid down to Kat’s lap, where Mari’s thumb playfully stroked the girl’s thigh, and Acanthus realized that she was sending an awful lot of false positives to her friends. The carriage had not yet stopped before Acanthus tumbled out, nearly caught under a slow wheel. “Ah, um, my hand just slipped on the door. Also, it was getting a little hot in the carriage. Just a lot of heat. That’s my bad.” “Absolutely.” Acanthus was grateful for the invitation, something to direct her gnawing anxieties towards. “Lead the way, Kat.” The d

roll ID# 248094 | CD: 2 +1 +3 LD: 14 +1 +10 «NT:LE» Gathering: LD 15+ | +2 Materials «Foraging» R2 : "Journeyman Forager" LD 13+ | +1 Material CD: 5*+ | +1 extra Material «Foraging» EXP: 122/149 | 94 +8+2 +16+2 Total Mats: 31 | 27 +4

roll ID# 248092 | CD: 5 +2 +8 LD: 11 +1 +16 CD 5*+ | +1 Material LD 10+ | Fishing Treasure Chest Found! ID# 248093 | LD: 13 +2 +16 Loot: 3x Unidentified Perfect Weapons | 248093a, 248093b, 248093c 3x Unidentified Perfect Armor/Shield | 248093d, 248093e, 248093f 1x Gleaming Scale Fishing EXP: 387/499 | 359 +8+2 +16+2 Total Mats: 27 | 26 +1 Gleaming Scales: 7 | 6 +1

"He bleeds. End him." Words that reached the deepest, darkest recesses of an addled mind, dangerously devoid of all restraint and restriction by dearth of inhibition. Unshackled, after so long... Nari, Morningstar or Katoka might have recognized the same unhindered energies they’d once witnessed while cleansing the source of thirteen's lingering corruption. War’s very essence bonded with Freyd’s spirit in a terrifying union that had threatened to unmake his mind… as if reducing it back to factory default with apocalyptic consequences. He’d mowed through the Blight’s children

Acanthus received the Topaz gemstone a quickly tossed it into her inventory. “Yes, thank you.” When she looked up, Ariel was talking with the dragon still. It looked like they would be continuing along the chain. Surely not the *entire* chain? Acanthus had intended to catch up on Katoka’s soundtrack. And her other daily routines still called to her… Acanthus sighed internally. It was a change of plans, but probably a good change. Finding people willing to do this quest was not easy. She could always catch up later. “Next quest is this way, Ariel. And… Um…” Acanthus looked back at the

roll ID# 248089 | CD: 12 +1 +3 LD: 15 +1 +10 «NT:LE» Gathering: LD 15+ | +2 Materials «Foraging» R2 : "Journeyman Forager" LD 13+ | +1 Material CD: 5*+ | +1 extra Material «Foraging» EXP: 122/149 | 94 +8+2 +16+2 Total Mats: 26 | 22 +4

Acanthus watched Freyd pummel the grotesque from a whole being into thin layers of blood on the dungeon walls. It was the first time she had seen him laugh. And even then, it wasn’t a laugh. Eerie cackling bounced off of the walls, lending to the unsettling air, but it did not slow her down. Acanthus was no stranger to strange behavior in combat. How people preferred to fight (and cope with the fighting) was their own journey, and she had little desire to judge. But she did have an uncharacteristic desire to pry, if only a little. “Sounds like you’ve been to Floor 29 for that bugged quest

"What's the matter, Mari? Evelyn got your tongue?" “Funny..” Mari coughed. “You keep bringing her up, as if that’s your only weapon against me.” Her daughter had been used against her so many times in the past, that the name coming from her Gemini was just reciprocated with a dull numbing pain of longing. Nothing else. No anger, no overwhelming guilt. Was that…a good thing? Mari wasn’t sure but she didn’t have time to dwell on it. A foot lifted. Mari rolled onto her back only to have the foot come down hard on her sternum. Mari felt like the wind had been knocked out of her, she coughed.