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- into their fit. Sin laughed until her throat hurt. Tears stung her eyes. Why did she ever think that they would be upset with her? Once they had finally recovered, the conversation flowed freely. It was mostly about what Sin had gotten up to. Picking up her professions. Acting as Visionary’s treasurer. The beasts they fought, the dungeons they conquered. But the conversation eventually shifted. “Hey you’re being careful, right Sin?” Ash still had a smile on her face, but there was a worried glint in her eye. “You - we - don’t have the best track record with Guilds.” “Of course! I’m

-Something of an in-joke, that. Sin hated her mom. And she would certainly never swear by her. They knew it, and she knew they knew it. “Sin,” Ash said. “Come on.” Sin froze, mouth agape. Finally she let out a heavy sigh and hung her head. It simply wasn’t possible to get anything by these two. She picked up her cup, crossing her legs under her chair like a proper lady. She took a long, deliberate sip. She placed it back gingerly onto the small saucer and gave her girls a smirk. “He already did.” Ash and Lisa blinked. Sin was the first to crack. Bracing herself against the

from her seat, leaning over the table to bellow across the plaza. She was beaming - Lisa was too. Once again, Sin had proven to be her own worst enemy. With a smile on her face, she jogged over to the pair. Three coffees were set upon the table, one still steaming in front of an empty seat. “Hey guys,” she said, doing her best to keep her tone level. She sank into her seat, taking a small sip of the hot beverage in front of her. Why the fuck was she so nervous? “Hey Sin,” Lisa said with a chipper air. “Where have you been? You’ve missed like… so many brunches.” “Yeah, I know. Os

-was a time where she would have followed that old Guild Master to Hell itself. But all the dying got in his head. He kept making shit calls, each one getting another person killed. It had been Lisa’s close call that had cinched it for them. On the good days, she could forget all about it. But there was always that cloud that hung over them. An unspoked vow to just wait it out. To never join a new Guild. They never talked about it. But she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was walking to her own trial. Did they know already? If they didn’t, they would by the end of the conversation

-nervous? She’d not made it two steps out the door before the first chime came in. Another chime - as that look of concern began to stretch into a smile. It wasn’t that she didn’t like her new acquaintances. Quite the opposite. She fucking adored them. But her girls? They’d been through a lot together. Too much to really get her arms around. Hook-ups and break-ups and just so much death. Sin hadn’t always rolled solo. She’d joined up with a pretty solid Guild early on. And for those first few months and those first few Floors, things were solid. But everything got more

-the door behind him. A purple hexagonal interface appeared in the middle of the door. LOCKED. Well then. She didn’t quite expect that the entire project would have been ripped out of her hands. What was a girl to do with her unexpected time off? It was a knee-jerk response to finally having some time to herself. Coffee and pastries and fun stories to kill the time. How long had it been? Weeks? It had been damn near every day at one point. Before Oscar got her roped into his new venture and his new Guild and his… everything. Sin couldn’t shake the feeling that they might

-she wasn’t really sure that she wanted to shove the responsibility off to Warren and Lysette like that. There was a pounding at her door before it was thrown open. Abellio never waited for an answer. “Why is she still here?” Lysette looked back, smiling at her fiery-haired beau. “We just told her to take a day off while we worked like three seconds ago.” Abellio strode into her office and grabbed the back of Sin’s chair. He pulled her from behind her desk and rolled the chair out into the hallway. Before she could protest, he spun her back round and grabbed the arms of the

-up, reaching for the heavens as she stretched out her back. Once she had limbered up, she sank back into her chair and began to ambly spin around. “Windows and color. And we need enough space for the crafting stations. Shouldn’t be too hard of a puzzle to figure out.” “Not at all!” Lysette drummed her fingers on the arms of her chair excitedly. “Actually, Warren and I talked before we got here. We think we got some rough idea on where to go with it. Why don’t you let us work on it while you go relax a bit?” “Least I can do for mucking up your office,” Warren added. “Guys…”

-some color wouldn’t be a bad idea. This place looks like a spacious storage closet.” Damn, he really did go for the jugular. “Which is my fault, I think. I was rather hasty trying to get everything together before the Grand Opening. Locked in more on the dance floor and my own space than anyone else’s. Shouldn’t be too hard to correct.” Sin tilted her head to the side, surprised by Warren’s admission. He wasn’t one to have a massive ego, but neither was he one to show anyone a whole lot of vulnerability. Even a justifiable shortcoming. She was impressed and a little touched by

-back around, eyes bright as they locked onto his. She gave him a cheeky grin and nodded. “Absolutely,” she replied. “You got the keys to the castle. Need me to beg? Poor Lysette might get uncomfortable.” Warren sighed. “No, no. That’s fine. Don’t beg.” “Aw… Guess you prefer when the women take charge?” “I prefer when the women aren’t obnoxious,” Warren snapped back. Rude. But fair. Sin let the exchange slide, giving Warren the win this time. “It’s just so depressing in here. Doesn’t really fit my vibe,” Sin admitted. “Like… It makes sense to be all dark and brood

-slightest attempt at flirting. So Sin couldn’t be terribly upset with him. Though he was quick to make jokes at her expense, that didn’t mean that they couldn’t get along when they absolutely had to. Besides, once you cracked that cold shell, he was kind of a nice guy. Very demure. Very mindful. “What if we tried some neon? Bring some color in here,” Lysette remarked. Sin spun in her chair, to the empty wall behind her. Was that the secret? Was she simply lacking in decor. She brought her thumb up to her mouth, biting at her nail as she considered with her mind’s eye what

-always had. She loved Lysette. The girl was bright and lively and an absolute terror in a fight. Despite what her size and bright, wide eyes might tell you, the girl had many talents. A polymath of the highest order. It was frustrating how it all came so easy to her. She never really seemed to struggle with much. Other than the chip on her shoulder and her rising hatred for the “family” she had back home. The girl had often said that she considered their rag-tag Guild more of a family than her real one. Which was kinda sad. But Sin always wanted a sister. Warren, on the ot

Sin was all about sun and sand and skimpy swimwear. Sex on the Beach followed by sex on the beach. But somehow she figured the mystique of the Blackbook would be broken if any potential customers entered her office and it screamed tropical cabana. Like Alice stepping into Wonderland, it would be more than a little off-putting. She needed to find a way to combine the two. Light and dark, relaxation with decadence. And to that end, she assembled her crack squad of advisors. Lysette and Warren. Lysette had the eye for fashion and Warren had the juice to make whatever alterations to the space

Challenge of Olympus A strange invitation had appeared in Sin’s inventory. Multiple, actually. But they just seemed like a lot of work. A myriad of ordeals, all centered around her newly-acquired Professions. Most were locked. Tailor, Blacksmith, and Artisan required that she reach at least Rank 2. And, that was certainly doable. Appraiser and Engineer though? Those were totally free. Problem was, she didn’t know if she wanted to bother. After all, she was doing well enough without whatever benefit that the invitation promised. She had more Mystic Essence than she knew what to do with and

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Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint - Yoo Joonghyuk - Lium

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Laying in the mud still unable to move. Every inch of his body was in pain, her could feel the jolt of each impact shatter through and up. With her last words she left him there, watched as with a single strike to the hut it was gone. Haze took the offer, she still wanted to be saved, it was up to him to make that happen. Fingers would begin to regain feeling, he would push himself up stiffly to his knees because it was all that he could manage at the moment. One week is all he had, was it enough to prove to Nisa that he was worthy of his title, not a dam clue. It was something, it was worth t

Another potent jab leaves Lium clambering for a chance, some out like a mouse scurrying for a hole the moment the light flicked on. Such a far cry from when he was in the complex, where he was much more resolute and actually willing to even try to fight back. Clearly there wasn't anything special left, when he turned his back on it all and ran it was as if all the courage and strength was sucked out of him. What was even more interesting that he believed that he even stood a chance. A fact Haze couldn't help but squeeze out a laugh among the heavy drizzle, almost drowned out entirely by the so

Legs were shaking beneath his frame. Wiping his lip with a sleeve, as rain drips from his hair into his eyes. He was sore already and now Haze was here to kick his ass too. "I know I fucked up" his hand dangled to his sides staring down at the ground. A sudden strike to the sternum and another uppercut to the bottom of his chin would sent him flying backwards. Sliding across the ground in the wet mud, he felt like he got hit by a train. Earlier it was just a bus but dam Haze strong. Getting slowly to his feet holding the trunk of a tree as he does, "When I escaped I thought" a pause breathing

Lium had gotten so amicably soft, malleable and weak. Frankly Haze expected a lot more fight out of him, this was almost pathetic. A lift of her hand to the scrunch of her ribbed fingerless gloves, she pinches the end of the cigarette dangling out of her mouth as she looked down at Lium. "Surprising isn't it you prick?" The girl spat removing the glow from her lips and tapping the thing out above him as if he were an ashtray allowing it to fall harmlessly. "Never thought I'd get out alive, or surpass you didn't you? But things change, people change, and turns out being abandoned and left for d

Like any other day he would be carrying a bucket of water to the settlement near his hut. The only thing that made this day different was that for the last week he had been training with Nisahime. It was the only way to ensure that he wouldn't kill Sam or any other person he cared about. The one thing that has been recently on his mind was the one female that he got along with in Genma's domain. He had been trying to keep her out of his mind but Nisahime had been prying memories from that time out of him without asking. The woman wanted him to get it all laid out on the table and Haze was one

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