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*yeets Meathook @KnightessCiela* ID: 257655f

FREE EARLY MORNING PUDDING Active: Guild Rank 5 | +5% Final Col/EXP reward Mega Slime Farm | +10% Final EXP reward Shiina | HP: 1100/1100 | EN: 142/142 | DMG: 1 | MIT:191 | FL.AURA: 16 | FR.AURA: 16 | THORNS:72 | BH:33 | HB: 44 | MENDING: 2 | REC: 8

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Taking a single bite of the bite of the pudding a bit awed by Sumi's reaction. "That, that right there" is all she said as she pushed her seat out and stood up. Taking another bite, before starting to rush off to the kitchen. Stopping half way there realizing that communication needed to be had. She did not want Sumi to think that she had just insulted her food cause that was no where near the case. The honestly came so much easier than sitting there and trying to guess, plus she was use to Nisahime and Gaius being her own personal critic. Turning and clapping her hands together with a bow tow

Luke was in a very peculiar mood today. He had walked around a party, letting his guard down for the first time in a long time. He’d been assured that this was a safe area and while he could never truly trust anyone in this world, he found himself feeling relaxed. He hadn’t known that the drink he’d had was spiked with something bizarre. His first clue should have been the swirling colors that made him stare absent mindedly a bit too long at people’s clothing as he walked around. He felt himself put on a giddy smile, wondering what the hell was going on. “Would anyone like to dance

Sliding into the guild hall like a mouse, gently shutting the door behind her. On the tip of her toes, the girls stealth albeit with a much lighter motive on full swing. As Freya came out of the guild kitchen, sporting a pair of spoons like dual weapons. Kasumi had been caught as the girls shared a very estranged and confused look across the larger room. Kasumi nervously salutes like this was some sort of guild affair, not really sure what to do in this situation or what to do with her hands. Freya lifts her hands as a reflex, as if surrendering so she wouldn't get pummeled or see her silverwa

Elbow's set on the table while her fingers tapped together. Staring the dessert that she had made, her stomach would start to rumble again although she had just eaten before coming her. The HUD would chime and she would sit up straight and open the message. Reading it her lips would turn into a frown as she swiped the screen away. Glancing back at the parfait and then the single spoon, the gesture was meant as a form of apology. That time they met up with each other it was so freakin awkward. If she was being honest the girl kept staring at her like she was an alien from a completely different

The city of Taft was just as ripe as always, with the streets riddled with all manner of players and NPC alike. Some sporting more standard city faring clothing, whereas others wore actual suits of armor likely planning to strike the Quest Board and pick something out. It was early enough that routine party forming for grinding was underway like it was every morning, akin to working a job to earn a paycheck to afford a place to stay. The analog was almost one to one with the real world, as if old habits were hard to break. Kasumi was enjoying a small little something to help sate an early appe

Eyes shifting from left to right as she was dreaming. Finding herself back in her old pool room, a sudden whistle blowing as she dives into the pool. Swimming as fast as she could, head tilts up to the right to gain enough breath to continue for a few more meters. A tap of her hand against the inner wall of the pool before a quickly pull of her knees to her chest, shifting her body and pushing off that same wall going the direction she just came from. A straight lined swim practice to get ready for the finals. Hearing two clicks one right after the other as her hand would touch the other side.

Don't need to know me.... They trusted her, not because they knew her - but because they knew Oscar. An unsure gaze shifted to the auburn haired man. This was unfamiliar territory for the woman. Even in her own guild, she had not felt things like this. Hell, even when she founded it. She was interrogated, told to give everything she could. And she did - and for what? All but Baldur to leave? To have her search for the others for years? Mari tugged on her hair, it felt...nice - but she wasn't really sure how to navigate the conversation. Life or death? Easy. Negotiations? Easy. This? This

“Oh, I’m no stranger to that kind of relationship.” Jomei would laugh along with Lessa, “At least Riker can’t fly.” He was referring to his own familiar, Adare, who had probably found somewhere to perch outside. Owls don’t tend to do very well in enclosed spaces…especially when sharing them with a rather large wolf. The banter back and forth between Riker and Lessa was amusing, the way he’d respond to her comments with an unapproving groan and a swipe of his tail. Jomei couldn’t help but burst into laughter at the scene. It was like watching Lessa try to scold her child, and he was winni

Leaning down and grabbing the center section of the violin, showing off a pair of fingerless black gloves that escape blood red sleeves in the process. She'd take the spooled up string in her other, pressing the end into her lips and allowing it to drop and unwind. "Always the toughest one, the thinnest one. But its also the most important string." Nisahime mumbled through her lips, as if recounting that memory word for word. "It's the highest string, G and it allows your songs to be much lighter and brighter. Without it, all of your music will sound sad. Can't have that can we, Miki?" Winding

A sudden flash back of a memory was triggered by this moment. "Miki, come here dear. I have something for you." Small pattering of feet on the hard wood floor. "You have been practicing on mine long enough" Miki jumps in excitement as her mother would pat the chair next to her. As she was handed the Violin her head would twist in confusion. "But Mama it doesn't have any strings" as she would glance back up her mother would be holding small packs of strings in her hands. "You gonna help me, Miki? I can't do this all on my own." Practically hopping in her seat she would nod rapidly as they

Allowing Miki to really get lost in all the regurgitation of ambiguous phrasing and dissect the riddle, which when it was allotted it was meant to grease the wheels by giving an ambience of mystery. An old trick of the divine is to give ominous omens to encourage a level of serious and respect of those that hold them close. Whereas just telling someone plainly 'Yo its on the mountain.' It shatters the expectation of prophecy to have a certain level of obscurity and mysticism. Not necessarily a trick or being difficult for the sake of being difficult. Just fulfilling the expectations of those t

Sporting a coy smile as every squelched word and breath was drowned under pressed lips, Simmone was really enjoying her meal delivery. As @Ascension had finally arrived, made clear by the way Cascade's head would hone in between thrumming feeling the heart inside skip a beat. "She's been waiting for a while, Cascade...." The woman toyed with the name stolen from the guy's lips. As the guy would extend a hand to take the white haired girls, Simmone would adjust the straps of the girls dress and round the up her shoulders. Even going as far to adjust her hair from its frizz. Weirdly a mix of sen

Eyes would spring open from hearing a voice so calm and vibrant yet young. In pure confusion glancing around to find a white haired woman or was it girl. She barely looked older than her. Yet again, like Shiina she would mention her mother and her name. A huff of breath as she folds her arms "How is it that I say nothing and you already know about my mother and my name. Why does everyone know my name yet I have not actually said it out loud" throwing her hands out into the air as she would follow this person without really realizing it. In a real way she felt something safe and trusting with t

Her ‘Guardian Angel.’ Warren was that, wasn’t he? His face felt hot. The room did too. His fingers twitched as he bit back the urge to vent his collar. He wasn’t one for nicknames. But the way she said it, smooth as silk and without one iota of hesitance, Warren had no choice but to accept it. He liked the way it sounded. What gave him pause was the thought that came after. That he wouldn’t like it so much if anyone else said it. “I play my cards close to my chest,” Warren replied. Whatever pandemonium raged within him, his even tone wouldn’t have belied it. But there was a small tick in

They stared at each other, the expectant silence lost to the roar of the crowd, but surely felt by each of them. She was acutely aware of Warren - his presence, his nerves, the way he filled out that button-down. And as his eyes swept across her body, she knew that he was appreciating her, too. He never lingered - always the gentleman - but the ever-observant doctor noted the faint blush creeping above his crisp shirt color. For the second time that night, she was caught off guard by how much she appreciated the attention. “You don’t owe me a thing,” she parried smoothly. “When my Guardia

She was bold, unapologetic; he liked that in a woman. She was teasing him, how sweet the words had fallen upon his ears. Yes, he would know her. Her quips earned her the faintest pull at the corner of his mouth. Not a smile, no. Something rarer. He observed her, peeling back the layers of her mannerisms, the slight flecks in her tone, the way she looked at him, the way she smirked at him. Heavens she was captivating. "I know, but thank you for noticing." Her hand traveled, he didn't shy away from her touch- he accepted it as though she had simply placed her hand where it was a

Thread Summary Oscar | [Word Count: 9205/5 = 1841] * [True Tier: 10] * [Group Factor: 1] = 18410 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 2761 col Lessa | [Word Count: 9205/5 = 1841] * [True Tier: 10] * [Group Factor: 1] = 18410 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 2761 col

He laughed for so long that Lessa went through the whole spectrum of emotions before he finished: surprise, embarrassment, annoyance. Eventually, she landed somewhere in the realm of amusement, laughing along with him as he swiped at tears. "Actually, I do," she confirmed, grinning up at him. "Congratulations, you've unlocked my nervous tick. When I'm out of my depth, I fall back on what I know. Unfortunately for everyone else, that's history." Shoulders rising and falling with a quick shrug, she added, "It's not always Nazis. But looking back, WWII does come up a decent amount. That, and Geor

Sure, he was correct in the last part, a change to unwind. In the case of Az, it was more of unwinding and realigning. With everything that has been happening lately, it's no wonder Az so readily agreed to come along with her friend, who by now was clearly enjoying the attention from some girls by himself. She was not gonna let him get away so easily, however, and she would pester him for a favor in return. A small smile crossed Az's face. "Hope..." she said quietly, but still loud enough for Rey to hear. There was a second of Az taking a deep breath before releasing it. "The funny thing

"Don't need to know you," Warren chimed in. "You're here." And she was. Here. Alive. Warren didn't always like what Oscar did. He would always share his opinion there. But he did resonate with the man one one simple thing. If he was present and he saw someone needed help, he would stick his neck out for them every single time. But inviting them back to his home? That was something different. So if Mari was the type of person Oscar felt comfortable bringing back to his home, Warren had no questions. "Stop being so weird about it," Lysette said, resting her chin on the edge of the tabl

Mari fiddled with her empty glass, listening to Warrens words. He was...glad? "But you don't really know me I -" She paused reaching for her drink but Sin intercepted. Mari simply turned to stare at the woman in shock, then a second after it wore off Mari reached for the glass, leaning over the other woman, one hand on Sins thigh, the other reaching for the drink. "C'mon - I kinda need that right now." Then, in one quick motion the other woman downed the contents of the glass and replaced it with water, setting it on the table with a small smirk. Mari muttered some incoherent words as sh

"Redemption?" Warren cocked an eyebrow. "That's a hell of a boss. Glad you made it out okay." By which Warren meant to say that he was surprised that she was here, playing cards, and not a name on the Monument. He took a sip of his drink, sliding another one over to Mari. Sin intercepted it. She'd yet to have the previous drinks really hit her. They'd need to wait and see how that hit her before she was gonna let Mari take another drink. She quickly downed the contents of Mari's glass, placing it down hard on the countertop. Without saying a word, she opened her inventory and filled the g