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Fuckin Vex How could he just outright say something like that? He could have completely ruined everything for Khione at that moment. Luckily, she didn’t have to put on too much of an act. Seeing Mari switch up like that frankly unnerved the woman. Of all the reports and all the research and all the times she had personally seen Mari the woman had been almost completely adverse to drawing weapons on people. Hell….even when that band of men pretending to be a knighthood had attacked her…three times…she hadn’t drawn her weapon on them. So what made Vex different? Khione knew he was good at messin

One step back, pulling Emilia with him. It hadn't escaped Reytac that she'd tried to put herself between him and Vex when the man had started acting up. So she knew something was wrong with the cackling man, but maybe not what. Two steps back, now pulling Khione, in her casual dressy clothes and fur coat behind him as he squeezed onto the crystal that she'd handed him. “Way ahead of you Mari.” Showing up on the LC's radar was an absolutely atrocious idea, and one that, considering he wanted to get out of this death game, an idea that Reytac actively wanted to avoid. A glance at his HUD

Dust swirled around Reytac's feet as he let the door close behind him, clinging to his feet as he stepped over the threshold. A part of him wondered if he should have tried to keep that door propped open somehow, but he doubted it would have been possible. Something about the heavy thud of the door had been very final, like anything that had tried to prevent it would have been placed in one of the cells for just the attempt. An echoing, perhaps, of the fact that that was the last sound that the people who had been kept here in the past had heard before their lives were stripped away from them,

Mari sighed, this wasn’t how she expected to spend her day - so much for trying to find new guild members for Jacobs Ladder. It’d be a miracle if the poor bastard stayed after this debacle. Vex still hadn’t told Mari why he was there. And there was something inherently off about the way he acted. How excited he seemed to get when Mari mentioned she was married. “Why do you care what my marital status is?” Mari asked Vex. Vex bounced on the spot, giddy - like a child who had just been given his favourite candy. “Oh I just…” He would twirl his fingers around in a little circle. “It’s crazy!

Reytac gave Emilia a slight nod, the majority of his attention on the other man there, who still had a self-satisfied smile on his face as he looked towards Mari. There was something about the white-dressed man that had the hairs on the back of Rey's neck prickling, something that was just ever so slightly off that he couldn't place. Not that he was flighty - Rey had met people in life who had attention spans that short, but at the same time… This man had been tracking him, or perhaps, more likely, Mari, for an extended period of time. And now that he was being confronted, was now distracted,

Married? Khione shifted her gaze to Mari. To…Lancaster? The woman didn’t believe it, but a quick glance to Mari’s left hand and…yes, there was the ring. “Your reputation really tends to be exaggerated.” Khione said, shifting her weight to one side as she placed a hand on her hip. “Mari. The Pink Pker. The Poisons Master. One of the strongest in Aincrad, who tore through countless souls. Rumours would say with no remorse but…” Khione paused. She knew those rumours were wrong, to an extent, at least. Mari had no remorse at the time, because she was too crazed. Driven mad by the death of he

Raven Hollow Jail Midnight It was the perfect night. A sheet of stars blanketed the black sky, twinkling prettily, their light rivaling that of the thin, crescent moon. The breeze that meandered through the woods was cool, but not unpleasant as it rustled the trees’ crimson leaves. In the distance, a whip-poor-will trilled its familiar three-note melody. It was the sort of night that featured prominently in poetry and love songs. A night teetering on the edge of eternity, where anything was possible, and everything could change for the better. And none of that mattered within the

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Virtues: Protective: His thing are his property and will stop at nothing to get it back. This includes his baby doll, mess with her and he will be right there getting ready to throw a punch or worse. He will go to the extremes to protect what belongs to him. Street Smart: Being on the streets has taught him many things. This would include popping a few locks when needed or making a quick escape if he was made. Voodoo is very perceptive, learned to read people so that he could sick his lady on them to make a small fortune of them. Master Bartender: Learned to make drinks on the s

Profile: Username: Voodoo Real name: Johnathon Booker Casey Age: 27 Gender: Male Height: 6'1" Background: Born and raised in Detroit, Michigan where he was placed in the foster system by social services taking him away from his drug addictive mother. Father was never present in his life. After his 16th birthday and his 5th foster family he ran and never looked back. He was a problem child, and no one could handle him. Made a living stealing what he needed, avoiding the red and blue lights that followed in his path. By the age of 18 he was a known fugitive that no one could

Raven Hollow Schoolhouse Sunset The schoolhouse stood silent among the trees, and the lack of sound was strangely unsettling. For so many years, the schoolhouse had been alive with laughter, voices raised in song, and the merry clang of the bell signaling the day's beginning and end. But there was no laughter, and no voices; the final rays of the dying sun shot straight through the gap where the bell once hung. Now the tower stood empty, as empty as the rest of the building's single room. Shattered glass turned the school's windows into the gaping maws of sharp-toothed monsters, and t

Raven Hollow Cemetery Midnight Once, Raven Hollow's cemetery had been beautiful. Perhaps it was strange to call a field of buried bodies beautiful, but no other adjective fit it quite so well. Each headstone gleamed, scrubbed until the carved letters seemed to shimmer as they reflected the sunlight. Wildflowers swayed between the rows, bees and butterflies alike flitting between the brightly colored blooms. Tall, healthy trees cast their shade, their leaves aflame with the colors of an eternal autumn. It was a resting place befitting the lives of lost loved ones, thanks entirely to Da

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Welcome back to Raven Hollow. The rumor mill tells of a haunted town, hidden deep in the forest of Floor 28*. Originally, it was shared as a sort of joke, discussed while planning pranks and secret get-aways. But the tale darkened with stories of players venturing to the town, and never returning. With Halloween approaching, there will no doubt be a steady stream of players going to celebrate the season in this festive location. Some go out of curiosity, true believers in the strange phenomenon that are said to have happened there. Others, who are more skeptical, plan to debunk these rumo

She eyed him curiously. Raidou had awoken something inside her that had wished to break free. The longing feeling of being known, cared for, loved, spoken to, smiled at, gently, kindly, sincerely; everything she had buried deep began to appear as more than a distant, foolish wish. Another gentle smiled was offered his way as he expressed his intent to see her embrace greater things. Hey eyes watched him as he dove into the sights that surrounded them. Slowly, her gaze befell the world around them. Taking a deep breath she took it all in. No, not surveying, mapping, notating, analyzing. No

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♪♫♪ Virtues Coy | Ecstasy has an allure that supersedes and undermines refusal. The slightest twist of a lip, the bat of an eyelash and a paint of some ruby red lipstick. She's a bombshell and she knows it. Charismatic | Leora has a way with words, both with a mic and without. The woman has talked herself out of all manner of tits up situations, mainly with the fuzz. A spoon full of honey, and the prime cuts of speech can move mountains and avoid a jail cell. Crafty | Ecstasy has a knack for trouble of all shapes and sizes. On the streets of Detroit, she learned to pick locks and ho

Profile: Username: Ecstasy Real name: Leora Marie Casey Age: 26 Gender: Female Height: 5'7 Background: Born and raised in Detroit, Michigan to fickle parents that would quickly pawn her off. It was a hard knock life, one of many a fist fight and removed earrings. But it surely toughened her up. At the age of 13, she was 'donated' to her grand parents given she was becoming too much of a burden. Her given name was Lianne Veronica Taylor, but after all the bull shit she was put through had her quickly rebrand and disband that of her parents. Yet the mean streak and questionabl

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A release of her hand, the man swelled with pride to the fact she had already made strides to supersede such a trapped outlook. Its odd that in most cases where such warnings and discussions would be met with unconcerned dismissals that would end up leading to far more turmoil, to have it so readily received and understood was a breathe of fresh air. Raidou would reciprocate such a lucid show of honesty with a continuation of his own. "Quite the name, eager to see what you grow to be Vanta." The man's eyes locked to the mountain side, recounting battle upon battle as his eyes traced the contou

She traced her thumb along the surface, it was smooth. Bringing the lid to her nose she took a moment to breathe in its scent. Smelling the warm beverage before closing her eyes peacefully and drinking its contents. She nodded noting his words, More than just the trees. Youv'e made friends then I see. The soft reply left her lips. Yes, it truly is beautiful. He took his glasses in hand once again, routinely wiping them of their smudges. She listened intently when he spoke. His words were encouraging. He had been here longer, lived more, became stronger than possibly any other. Until

Reytac pulled up a notes screen to jot down the names that Sam gave him for the blacksmith - both the player's name, and his shop. It'd make it easier to track down later, if he survived what was apparently going to be a heinous monkey fight. And hers, as well, though he figured it would be easier to find her later to maybe buy a piece of gear from her if he could. He wasn't sure if she was far enough on the profession tree to make a better piece of armor than what he was already wearing, but he did know that he'd need to upgrade from this thing sooner rather than later. But the informat

"I mean your not wrong, but this is out of the normal that I haven't fully grasp it yet." Walking into the building, it was like every young child dream come true. "HEY, there?" The rainbow colored bird twists his head sideways looking at both Rai and her. The eye with so huge, it was almost scary. The beak was so long and very orange. "You buyin somethin?" Everything they said was asked like a question, it was rather strange but she would would go along with it. Nothing on this floor was normal. They sounded male but there voice was also a bit squeaky so it was hard to tell for sure. "Ka