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“Yeah,” Lisa said, drawing out her response. “We know Oscar…” “Very well,” Ash chimed in as she set her glass down. A smile played at her face. Sin knew that smile too. “Oh my God, please don’t tell me you’re fucking him,” Sin said, absolutely exasperated. “Well I wouldn’t call it fucking,” Ash replied. “More…,” Lisa added, clearly trying to think of the word. “Getting absolutely fucking rocked.” “Disrespected?” “Disrespected,” Lisa agreed. Her hands splayed out on the table for emphasis. “Respectfully.” “Like the other night?” “When you-” “And then

“Hey girl! You’re never late? What’s up?” The blonde - Ash - asked. “Probably out playing a dude,” Lisa chimed in with a slight smirk. “Yeah,” Sin replied. “My bad. I had the weirdest thing happen.” Both girls leaned forward in their seats, clearly waiting for Sin to continue. And she obliged. “I was playing a dude. But then I was on my way here and some Orange Player just appeared out of nowhere. Obviously, I squared up. But then some guy named Oscar stopped me. Offered me a job. Said he knew you two,” Sin explained briefly. She sounded as if she couldn’t really believe th

He gave her a polite wave and then rounded the corner. Sin blinked, resting her arm against the crossguard of her sword as she tried to catch up with how quickly the interaction had played out. But she didn’t have much time to think as her thoughts turned to her friends. And then to the time of day. She muttered a curse under her breath and then took off like a bolt around the opposite corner. Rushing through the streets was difficult. It was lunch time. So people were taking to the main strip and its many cafes and bistros. In the distance loomed a tall black building that had only recently a

“So you’re asking a stripper if she knows how to run a nightclub. That’s so fucking stupid,” she said. “And how do you even know about me? Or do you send your little shadow after all the pretty girls?” Oscar just shrugged. “Yeah, probably. But it’s better than my dumb ass trying to figure it out. Candidate pool isn’t really comprehensive. And as far as how I know about you, we have mutual friends. Lisa and Ash.” Sin’s eyes narrowed. Maybe he’d seen her around with them sometime? Though she wondered how she could have possibly overlooked him. He was definitely the type of guy to stand

“I ain’t hoppin’ back on that pole. Haven’t had to take my fuckin’ clothes off for anyone I didn’t want to since I got here. Not starting now,” she interjected. She tried to come up with some insult to throw at him, but she simply couldn’t make the words come out. Oscar simply blinked. “And,” he emphasized. “I don’t know how to do things I don’t know how to do. I was hoping skills might translate. Or at least you’d be in a better position to figure it out than I would.” Wait what. The whole interaction had her on the back foot, but this job offer most definitely came out of

The other name - Oscar - rang a bell. Wasn’t he that dude with the hot dog stand? The guy that helped out the orphanage? She ripped her weapon out from between his fingers, stepping back to turn around and face him. She wasn’t short, but he was too fucking tall. And Sin had several questions. She couldn’t decide which was more important: Why was an orange player taking orders from him? And what the fuck did he want with her? “You are a stripper right? At least a former one. It’s the name, if you’re curious,” Oscar said quickly. “It’s either real or a meme and I’m just chasin’ a

Her fist connected with his jaw in the next moment, sending him flying off to the side. “Don’t fucking tell me to calm down!” Sin took a step forward, hefting her weapon over her shoulder to bring it down upon the reeling man. It stopped cold, held by some unseen force. She looked back, her vision blocked by a large chest. She looked upward. Then upward some more until she locked eyes with another set of baby blues. Sandy brown hair tied up in a bun and impossibly tall. He held her weapon still between his thumb and index finger. So infuriatingly casually. “I told you this was a

“If only I could master that kind of finesse,” he said with a heavy sigh. A smirk played at his face as he began to pull his hand from his pocket. Showtime. Sin blitzed forward, a dark blur as she pulled her weapon from her inventory. She swung her weapon with deadly speed from over her back, weapon slamming into the stones beneath the man’s feet. She didn’t need the dust to settle to know that she missed. She heard that metallic scraping off to the side and pivoted her weapon in that direction. Her blade was stopped at the apex of its arc, repelled backward with a metallic clang.

Sin left the seedy inn she’d brought them to, blasting out of the back door and stepping out onto the alley. It was around this time that she might have stopped to relish her victory. Fan herself with bills and all that stuff. But she had places to be and people to see. A lunch date with the girls, specifically. She took off running, dancing around discarded crates and bins. “That was inspired.” The voice cut through the air behind her. Sin skidded to a halt, wheeling around. A man stood at the end of the alley, just to the left of the door she’d just come from. She knew for a fact t

“Aw, babe,” she crooned as her fingers gently played with his hair. “I didn’t mean to wear you out like that.” He let out a tired groan. “I don’t -” Sin pressed a finger to his lips. “Shh. Rest up. You were such a fucking stud last night.” She let her hand trail down his face, softly and tenderly. Over his neck and down his chest. “I gotta dash but maybe next time I won’t charge. A-plus dick game, baby.” Sin planted a soft kiss on his cheek, leaving him splayed out on the bed as she quickly disappeared out the door. This part came easy. And it was a mercy. There was some part o

Who would actually think they’d be so lucky? That they could pay for it? She’d been honest though. Her ass was life-changing. Just, perhaps not in the way he’d thought. Sin sat at the edge of the bed, watching the sun rise as her latest victim snored loudly behind him. There were, perhaps, more honest ways for a girl to make money. But when a man’s been eye-fucking you for hours and you’re just trying to have a couple drinks - sometimes that man needs to just go ahead and be made to pay for the privilege. There wasn’t enough Col on Aincrad to make Sin give it up to dudes like that.

That’s right. The girls are down here. “I’ll suck your goddamn soul out,” she whispered softly. In the next moment, she was settling back in her seat, drink back in her hand. “But you can’t change your life for free. This ass costs,” she said. “Up front.” It was almost cute how his hands fumbled with his menus. Sin watched patiently as he navigated to his Col wallet, eyes lighting up as seven figures populated her own wallet suddenly. Her smirk morphed into a wide grin. “Good boy. Now finish your drink,” she rose from her seat, stepping behind him. Her arms wrapped around his fr

“If you’re broke, just say that.” The words came out in a breathy whisper, barely audible over the sounds of the bar. Raven locks framed her face, yellow eyes piercing through the darks like golden javelins. A smirk played at her lips as she leaned back in her chair, bringing her glass up to her mouth. Her tongue lolled out slowly, coiling around the thin straw and bringing it into her mouth. Lips pursed around the straw as she crossed her legs. The woman left little to the imagination. But the man in front of her didn’t want to simply imagine. “I’m not broke but -” There w

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stats// Lv. 1 | HP: 20 | EN: 20 | DMG: 1 | ACC: 0 | EVA: 0 | LD: 1 Taking: Set D | Support Package: (3) Starter Healing Potions (Heals 50 HP) 2,000 Col and (25) Materials

virtues// unshakeable// Sin has no fear. She has no qualms about getting up in your face, grabbing a situation by the ass, and breaking it over her knee. There's not much that can shake her. Because it's by any means. Hands, feet, or sword. outgoing// Sin has never known a stranger. Doesn't matter if you're a stranger on the street or a mark at the bar, she isn't afraid to place herself in your orbit and get to know you. And she's the brightest girl you'll ever meet. Huge pull of her own, making sure no one else leaves their feelings bottled up. It's no fun if you're all emotional ab

personality// Who you are decides the version you get. If you're a good person - if you got a fuckin' personality - you get Amelia. Loud and brash and funny and willing to turn the world on its head for you. Fiercely loyal, violently protective, and absolutely not afraid to run the ones with anybody. A total party girl, always down for a little fun. She oozes confidence and competence. Completely at ease with herself. No room for second guessing. But. The moment she catches you undressing her with your eyes, it's over. That heat never disappears, but now you're in her cross

background// By any means. That was her mantra growing up. The middle child to an already impoverished family. Childhood was scrubbing pans and babysitting, bagging groceries and - when the need arose - stealing. She always felt guilty about that last one. But the grind instilled something very important in her. Her brother and sister weren't gonna starve. By any means. She dug deep and found that grit needed to make sure her siblings would be okay - alcoholic father and absent mother be damned. And it could have been worse, she would rationalize. Dad could have smacked her

note to future mqari comment about "I can't judge. I've done the same..I mean, not with Opal but..." something simething. mention "Sometimes, I think people may still be alive. I hold onto that hope. How can we fully trust a madman who put us here in the first place? Maybe she's out there. Maybe they all are." Something about watching the deer. "Would you take it back.. if you could? "A few of them, yes. I'd do nearly anything to have my daughter back." Mari said without missing a beat. She may have seemed cold in that moment, there was little emotion in her tone whe

The addition of a second, just as awkward thumbs up of approval didn't exactly make him feel any better about what he had done. Mari may have claimed there was no shame in his deed, but he still held onto a lot of shame from sharing that night with Opal. Thumb and forefinger pinched the bridge of his nose as his head shook side to side, though a humored scoff pushed up from his belly. "Nice to know you won't judge me." He sighed as he dropped his hand back to his lap, "Honestly, I still don't know what that woman saw in me. If it was genuine or if she just saw me as an easy target to fur

*bunnying just to finish the thread 11 years later* Orhalimi stared at Mari. His eyes shifted from the spilled glass to her wet lab, then back to the glass. He cleared his throat, clearly nervous. "I..." He quickly went to pick up the glass and grabbed a cloth napkin. He started to dab at the mess on the table. "I...I...I" Mari mimicked mockingly. She slammed her hand down hard on the table. "How about saying fucking sorry." She spat at him. "This is why I didn't want anyone sitting next to me." Mari stood up and practically ripped the napkin out of Orhalimi's hand. Shit like this..

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Raven Hollow Church Midnight Over a dozen community buildings made up the town of Raven Hollow. The livery stable, with its musty horse and hay scent. The boarding house and it’s five tiny rooms for rent. Doctor Henry’s office and the Fisher’s General Store. The jailhouse, the schoolhouse, and everything in between, all spread beneath the towering maple trees. None stood as tall as the church, as if the structure itself required a closer connection to the heavens. The bell within the tower tolled, a haunting sound that silenced the forest’s natural night sounds. Once, twice, over

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