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He was being oddly comforting in the moments that followed. Hushed whispers…the tickle of warm breath against the hairs on the back of her neck. Even his ever present gauntlet attire gave way to slacks, and loose fitted clothing. Calloused fingers ran up and down her arms in an attempt to soothe her. Mari leaned back into him, shivering lips turning into his chest. Leeching the warmth he emitted. “N-No wonder you survive that place so easily.” Mari said, a bit of bite and energy slowly returning to her voice. “Yer a fuckin’ heater.” An attempt at a joke - to lighten their situation. This isn’t

You silly little roller I have places to be

Mari sat somewhere on the 11th floor, further off the path than last time. She had found a clearing and was sitting on a flat rock that hung over a small field of flowers. It would have been pretty…if it didn’t stink to high hell like cheap perfume. Mari was wearing her usual attire - short shorts, fishnets…tattered scarf. But there was one addition to her small frame. A single cigarette sat wedged between her two fingers. Mari didn’t care about smoking. She could go as far as to say she didn’t exactly find the smell very pleasant, but right now it was keeping her stress levels low. A fai

Recovery: +4 EN Post Action: TECH D | ID 247056 | BD 8(+3)(-2) HIT | - 12 EN (W.R) 21 x 16 = 336(-115) = 221 | Shatter [0]Morningstar | HP: 900/900 | EN: 93/108 | DMG: 36 | EVA: 5 | ACC: 4 | LD: 4 | REC: 6 | FLN: 12 | AA | KEEN: 1 [0]Acanthus | Lvl HP: 905/905 | EN: 87/104 | DMG: 23 | MIT:18 | ACC:4 | FL.AURA: 12 | HB: 40 | BLI: 24/-15 | ENV-O: 24 [0]Arabelle | HP: 740/740 | EN 72/107 | DMG: 26 | ACC: 5 | EVA: 1 | HLY: 12 (7-10) | MAD: 9 (8-10) | RSK: 6 | VD: 10% | HB: 4% | LD: 1 | WELL-RESTED: 1/3 | SQUEAKY CLEAN: 1/1 [3]Jomei | HP: 1000/1000 | EN: 112/138 | DMG: 21 | MIT:44

Holding her close, Freyd soothed her as best he could without truly knowing how. Giving comfort was still alien to him in so many ways… though.. .there had been lessons in tenderness along the way. Channeling memories of warmth and joy, he dismissed his armor and gauntlets to let her feel whatever seeming of human contact he might manage to offer. Eyes downturned, he watched one of his oldest friends suffer - for that’s what she truly was to him, though he’d never known precisely how to pin it down. Wiping her brow. Clearing the vile vomit spewing from her core, Freyd nursed her again

Stare too long at the void and the void stares back… Mari wasn’t sure where she was. She felt like she was floating in a thick sludge, almost like mud. But she was ice cold. She could feel a weight press heavily on her chest. Every time she breathed in it felt like fire and every time she exhaled it felt like ice. She couldn’t feel her fingers, but she knew they twitched. She couldn’t move her body. Where am I? Mari tried shifting her head, it was hard…but possible, nothing. She was surrounded by nothing but inky blackness. The last thing she could recall was a sharp pain as

ph <<Assisting Enya>> Level: 2 Paragon: 0 Tier: 1 True Tier: 1 Final Exp Reward: +5% Kodo | HP: 40/40 | EN: 22/22 | DMG: 9 | HLY: 2 | PARA-V

Holding her, as gently as he could while she convulsed atop his folded legs, Freyd ceased the skill’s flow as soon as he was able. “Did I do it wrong?” he wondered aloud, puzzled by the reaction. Was it working and the thing inside her was writhing as it withered, or was he making things worse? Does it feed on her pain too? No wonder it’s gotten so strong. It hurts…. Takeshi this hurts… “I’m trying Amari, but I don’t know what to do or how to make this better. This is different than before." Probably because they were different - both of them. So much had happe

PH <<Assisting Freya>> Level: 34 Paragon: 53 Tier: 4 True Tier: 9 Final Exp Reward: +10% Guild Rank 5: +5% Final EXP reward Gaius | HP: 940/940 | EN: 126/126 | DMG: 23 | MIT:127 | F-SPIRIT | PARA-IM | BH:47 | REC: 8 | HM: 8 | HLY: 16 | BLD: 48 | ENV-O: 32

Of all the curve ball horror segments paled in comparison to the vision of her own room that she was probably wasting away in right now. Could NerveGear scan more than just the body? Or is it tearing into her memory? But... She didn't have that image. All of this shit was really starting to freak her out. Footsteps would start to approach from the other side of the door. She immediately went to reach for her sword and found nothing. It's missing. "Stay away! I wont hesitate-!" The door opened slowly, and a woman walked into the room, slowly approaching Firefly. "I-I mean it - stay back!"

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It was early, the sun was just about to rise. A small breeze in the air causing her short hair to flutter behind her. Grabbing her sketch book from the side table, tucking it under her left arm. Rubbing her eyes with her right fist, she felt alone. Years have passed and even trying to speak with another player was a mistake. It was like they were to busy to even know that she existed. It was more or less feeling like back home when not a living soul that pasted her house wanted to talk to her. They wouldn't even make eye contact which was very sad. The only difference between here and home was

She had been to the estate only twice before, and both times had been with Cordelia. It was late, and her foosteps echoed on the stone pathway that lead to the large home. If truth be told...Mari wanted to see the woman. It had been far too long since she had. And she missed the others company. Still, it was a gamble if her or Oscar would be here. What did the chisled man call the place again? Oscar Meyer Mansion? The woman snorted, amused. It was so very typically him. The Oscar of her memories, the one who would come crashing down from nowhere screaming about his wares and weiners. That se

The paladin would nod in agreement with Ciela about the food, taking the portion of food that she allocated for Yuki. "Oh, I agree. I'm actually working on a culinary major in university outside of Aincrad. I do a lot of practice to keep up with it here." The paladin would reach into her pocket and pass the knightess a roll of sushi, wrapped so aesthetically pleasing it could make one's mouth water. If Ciela took a moment to taste it, it would be extremely spicy but have a very pleasant aftertaste. "So Ciela and Wulfrin... Oh! I forgot -- My name is Yuki, sorry I almost forgot!" When Yuki

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“It’s honestly no big deal,” Ciela said with a small laugh, brushing a strand of red hair behind her ear. “I help because I know how it feels being away from family and proper food. After a while, field rations start tasting like cardboard with a side of regret. A good homecooked meal now and then? Changes everything.” She reached into her inventory and pulled out one of her signature parchment-lined baby pink tins, the sweet scent of baked goods immediately wafting through the air. “Here,” she offered with a smile. “I always pack extra. It's become habit, really. You’re welcome to some.

The coughing subsided and allowed Mari a moment of reprieve. She had moments like this every so often in prison, but it had never been this bad. Mari tried to find rhyme or reason behind her fits - the now very clear attempts of whatever decrepit form of gemini lie within her to escape. But there was no logic behind it. They came during peace, during happy moments, they came when she was tired and stressed, when she was focused… as though there were no meticulous plan, and that it would just periodically knock on that proverbial door to burst free. It just so happens to be happening more

PH <<Assisting System Engaged>> Level: 1 Paragon: 0 Tier: 1 True Tier: 1 Final Exp Reward: +55% Mokka | HP: 20/20 | EN: 20/20 | DMG: 1 | BLD: 12

Ciela smiled warmly at Kiyabu’s gesture, gently tucking the flower behind her ear. Its soft scent drifted past her nose, mingling with the summer air of the field they’d just cleared. The soft pink bloom contrasted against her fiery red hair perfectly. “It’s beautiful,” she said sincerely, “Thank you.” Naturally, Dean didn’t miss a beat wanting the three of them to go out for drinks after they wrapped up this quest. Ciela sighed, feigning reluctance. “Fine, you’ve worn me down. But you do realize we can’t get drunk in here, right? We could chug ten drinks and still walk straight as a rule

“Don’t have daughters.” Spoken lightly, the comment slapped him harder than expected, as if the possibility of children had never even occurred to him. When? How?! Thrust aside just as quickly, Freyd felt he’d make a terrible father in any case. “Ahh…I probably fainted because I didn’t eat.” Right. Sure. It couldn’t possibly be the evil goop goblin you have guzzling up your darker impulses like a glutton at an all-you-can eat buffet? Freyd kept quiet, slathering up a wafer with some leftover Hollandaise and ramming it down his gob to keep his trap shut. “I’m like a ch

The girls stomach rumbles early this morning, as she exits the tavern she'd rented a room out of and with reluctance she takes out what little food she still had available and starts to chew through it. Consumes Last Field Ration It would work to make her stomach shut the fuck up at least for a little bit. The long scythe draped across her lap, she sat idle on the fountains rim. The water poured out of the top creating a cascade, trickling in behind her with a constant white noise. The city was a little dull today, not many people inside it. Illi wondered where the heck they all had

Sensing the strain building inside Elora without even having to look at her, Freyd’s hand reached out to cradle hers with surprising tenderness. Slowly scooping a mixture of granular sludge to his lips with his left, his eyes creased at the edges with wear while a calloused thumb ran reassuringly over her far fairer and daintier digits. She trembled even as her frustrations grew at the defensive gambits of a clever bit of sausage. Gentle, like the bliss of a lover’s press, the whorl of his thumb ran around and between the tension in her knuckles, easing with touch what clumsy words woul

Wulfrin smiled at all the familiar faces joining up for an adventure into a slaughterhouse straight out of a slasher film. Freyd presented two options, the first stunning the boss and the second letting Ciela practice tanking a bit. Wulfrin placed his hand to his chin as they walked in deep contemplation. If Freyd's data could be relied on, which Wulfrin did without question mind you, this Butcher could get out of hand fast. As far as Wulfrin knew, Freyd was one of, if not the only, player to take on the field boss of floor 28. "I vote for both," Wulfrin replied as the slaughterhouse drew