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A tap of his fingers in a stagnant pool, kneeled at one of the many horrid looking puddles in that glow. The burning boil of his own skin as it enters and comes out, confirming his suspicions. The skin begins to regrow at rapid pace. "Vincent!" Raidou barked at the man to get his attention with a twist of irritation on his tone, paying little mind to his broiling temper and desperation at what to aim it at. "The crystal." A flick between the men sees the stone tossed to Raidou, from the tyrant. Tapping it the man begins the playback, which causes Lancaster to swell and catch ablaze. Slowing it

Making some weird jury rigged tie blocking the door completely, the man would have issues getting out when he woke up with his arms and legs being bound together. They would be long gone before then. Grabbing a chair for extra security, turning it and pushing it under the door nob. Nudging it a bit further until he was sure that it wouldn't come undone without a battle. Watching her very carefully, her bare skin, the light bite of his bottom lip as her eyes lock to his. His breathing becomes slightly uneven, if he was being honest it was nothing new. A chuckle as he would join his love in a ru

"Chips?" Raidou offers quizzically with tilt to make eye contact, his hand raised to inspect some of the many herbs that hung from the ceiling on long strings from rafter to rafter. The concept had him nursing the possibility, and a possible environment to yield such a thing. Given this floor all manner landscape would prove to be made of such a thing. "If you could enlighten me." The man remarks pulling down a couple sections of plants that had been dried, interested in what they could offer. To the small slant, he pays for the plants while continuing his thoughts to glean more information. "

In her hurry to get away from the men that tailed her, Vanta had taken a wrong turn. She sighed and shook her head. Taking to the rooftops. She hadn't strayed too far off the correct path, but it was an unplanned detour nonetheless. Eventually her tail broke off, not that it convinced her of lifted danger, no, in her minds eye, they still posed a threat. Assuming they broke off knowing the patterns of the town better than she, they planned to intercept her somewhere nearby the shop. She grumbled under her breath, even if they mean her no harm, she really would rather be left alone. The mo

Lv30. B he wasn't quite sure what got him agitated recently. no, he understood why. he just decided he didn't like the way the system was eating him up from both ends. if he was looking to be consumed, demian decided he'd rather have the choice of it, a sacrifice at an altar rather than prey separated, hunted, lost in the wild. his gaze flicked over to the players seated. few were engaged intimately, captured in hushed conversations. there were many more that seemed singled out, alone, as though waiting for others to approach them. he thumbed his mask as he walked, a horned devi

Lv24. W "you don't swing that way, do you?" demian had shot him a smile. shikari looked on, through the slits on his own mask. he couldn't say he had ever expected the question to come out of another player's mouth before, but he was definitely delighted -- flattered. "no, i don't." he couldn't help but smile. demian mirrored his own grin, just a tad sheepish, the man looking downwards towards his black mask, clasped between a stretched thumb and index. "that's unfortunate. ... and here i was hoping to skip the night and dance behind her back." demian lamented,

"Black, or white?" A doorman asked. "Black." Edict stepped into the party, overwhelmed by the movement and the people. It was easy to forget 10,000 people entered this game. It was rare to see more than ten people together outside of a floor boss or important event. The hundreds of strangers here made Edict feel like he was back in the real world. It was the mask that made him feel safe enough to mingle. Large groups always made him nervous, and ever since—well, as long as he'd been alive, he felt the best course of action was to avoid people. His own avoidance left him feeling

She wasn’t sure how Oscar had made it rain, but she had learned to stop asking. He was strange enough, and flaunted the rules of Aincrad so often that Acanthus suspected he was part of the game itself. What other reason would he have to throw extravaganza after extravaganza? Assuming he needed a reason at all. Acanthus held the paper warily. The last time she had attended one of his parties, she let herself get blackout drunk, and woke up to her membership in the Tracker’s Alliance guild. She’d gone from trying to kill Morningstar to taking orders from him. As soon as she learned how to n

“Alright, alright, message received. I’m not looking to stay cooped up anywhere, doesn’t matter the floor. So I promise to not do anything stupid. For now.” He fought the urge to bite back the last sentence. She wanted honesty, she’d get it. The PKer would get tired of the honesty eventually—everyone always did—and then they could go back to being strangers. In the meantime, blunt speech won the day. It was rare for him to speak freely. The morose atmosphere of Floor 10 enveloped the two players as they descended the final set of stairs. 3ulogy breathed deeply. The dark was comforting. Fl

“No time for tired,” Oscar said. He reached forward, wiping the mud from her face. It had been a while since he’d given her so tender a gesture. But she was a kept woman. And Oscar wasn’t one to overstep. But in the aftermath of such a devastating loss, Oscar simply wouldn’t be a good friend if he wasn’t there for her to lean on. “You need a shower. And some soup. It’s cold.” She looked demolished - and not in the good way. Oscar made it a point to know who took on the boss. Who won, who died. But escaping from Redemption was a rarity. There was a part of him that wondered whether or not

The nonchalant strolling as the girl moved would convey how little stock and concern that she felt obligated to hold for her surroundings, Reytac in his demeanor would show that he had likely pegged that something was amiss yet his silence spoke volumes. "You got a name? Don't think I caught it." The brash albeit direct inquiry as she'd pluck and pocket all manner of flora from her surroundings as she'd walk. Each little thing seemed more obtuse and worthless then the last, yet even still she'd shove it into her inventory all the same. "Its like I can hear the gears turning in that dome of you

Lessa rushed in - a flurry of blonde hair and belts - before Warren was able to speak up to address Kyra. Rapid-fire questions and a look of abject worry on her face. Kyra must’ve called her when Dazn started in on her. Smart. “Stalker,” Warren replied. “Other stalker, I mean.” He was over playing his hand, but he felt comfortable doing so. He didn’t so much hear Oscar’s footsteps - he never did, really. But it was hard to hide when you were blotting out the light filtering in from outside. Oscar’s laughter filled the restaurant. He stepped forward, placing his hand on Lessa’s

The woman smiles in a flirty twist toward her beloved, drawing a trail across his jawline. "He's secured? Can't have him make the connection." Ecstasy wiggles the handle, reaching into her coat and pulling out a thin slant of iron. A lockpick. Slinking it into the lock, a cat like finesse as she presses her ear to the door. A click of tumblers as her moan suggestively, and she holds it tight. "Got it?" She remarks to Voodoo letting him take hold of the pick. Removing a metal strand of wire, she winds it around the back making a show of rubbing Voodoo's arm and fingers suggestively as she does

Somewhere on the 4th floor…. “Fuck you!” Mari spat at the hooded figure, her leg swept underneath theirs in an attempt to knock him over but he stepped back, dodging her. His grip on her wrist tightened. “Such fun games you play…” The sinister tone laced with amusement as the man twisted Mari’s wrist back, forcing her to fall to a single knee. Mari immediately responded by headbutting him in his chest, and following suit with a dagger in his side. The weapon’s blade lit ablaze but fizzled out as it came into contact with his skin. Mari was met with a low rumble of chuckled laughte

"We can cut her off at Zach's place," Wulfrin nodded in agreement. "This way. I know a short cut." Wulfrin took off down an alley, sprinting through the streets like a man on a mission. He twisted and turned through various alleyways and cut throughs, working through the most efficient path to Zach's humble little alchemy shop. As the largest settlement in the whole game, Wulfrin was thankful that SAO didn't come with actual exhaustion mechanics. When they arrived at Zachariah's small alchemy shop. Wulfrin scanned the area. As far as he could tell, that player hadn't made it to the shop q

The city was just as active as ever, Tomoika was a city that virtually never slept. All manner of hours, miners would frequent its caverns to gather themselves some of the many minerals and ore from the shafts that dotted its outskirts. Even central to the town were some exits and burrows, causing the place to reflect vegas in its endless watchful eye. The NPC that frequented its walks and paths were rough to say the least, covered in dirt and dust. Scrapes across their callused hands and cuts across toughened skin. The dwarves had long since been watered down by all number of races, yet still

It was honestly kind of interesting watching Nisa work. The shorter player was lackadaisacal about things, but he couldn't blame her - even before the insanity of being trapped in a death game, people could be weird, and the stress of being trapped for years had done a number on everyone. He dropped his hands back down as he looked around them, his eyes falling towards a root that was sticking up from the ground near his feet. A simple tug brought it to the surface, revealing it was more a mess of roots wrapped around a chunk of metal ore. Rey dropped that into his inventory as he started walk

In stark contrast to the tranquil vibe of Coral, the main settlement of Floor 22, Sentinel Armaments stands as a hub for player trade and item collection. Inside the bustling shop, a forge stands still burning hot as a hawk made of fire sleeps peacefully at the center. Around the forge several other stations stand, a jeweler's counter with various pieces of jewelry in a protective glass case, a wood burning brick pizza oven where someone is cooking up a massive buffet of new york style pizzas, an alchemy lab that looks like it was left mid project, and a humble spinner's wheel that currently

The girl glances up to Reytac who held damn near a half foot on her in this state, finding his extended arms to be rather adorable albeit slightly condescending as expectations hardly adhered to actuality. But the guy clearly didn't know who or what she was, something she could dismiss without much concern. Her hands raise and clap down across his opened palms, like a frat boy performing a secret handshake. "Well said~" She remarks with a chipper twist, flashing a thumbs up to the brunette and waving her hand low to call the box over. "Off to see the walrus, the wonderful walrus of aincrad? De

The portal flashed, welcoming another player to floor 22. She walked through, hands on her hips as she began to look around. With a small wave of her hand, the map appeared. Foot tapping, hand on chin, she glanced around once more. It had been weeks since she'd last seen him. She slumpoed slightly, a heavy sigh escaping. You tell me to stop by but dont give me any directions. her eyes closed, fingers pinching the bridge of her nose. Challenge accepted. She grinned. Vanta was never one to turn down any problem she faced. Instead, she strode towards it full speed ahead. She wandered for a

Reytac couldn't help himself after the whiteheaded - not girl, that speech pattern was not that of a child, so something else there. Which, was good, because he had thought that no children had been able to play this death game. One of the few 'kindnesses' that Kayaba had done. But in the here and now, Rey couldn't help the snort that came when the white-haired woman said it was 'courage' to be out here when Wurms roamed. Not that he'd known that, but he didn't know if that would have stopped him anyway. "Courage, maybe, but that's sometimes just foolishness under a fancy coat." Then she

The somber woods of floor one sat just as untouched as usual. A simple breeze to be her only company. At the base of the tree sat her dancing mimic, one in dark purple and gold fittings eagerly waiting to catch what she broke free. The midday sun peaked through the canopy above, allowing streaks of light to pierce through the leaves and offer the thinnest of visibility. Another fruit falls, causing the living box on the ground to clamber over and open wide to catch it like a basket ball hoop. The interest of the day? A newly formed oddity that had sprung up just outside the walls of Tolbana, u

Reytac's fingers twitched as he made his way through the woods. He'd been told that the person he was looking for was somewhere out here in the forest, and more, that their home would be exceedingly noticeable. What, exactly, that meant, the brunette adventurer had no idea of, but it did make him look for things that were out of place. When he'd gotten the last bit of information in town, the NPC had mentioned that Reytac wasn't the only one who had asked about the new trainer that had moved down here from 'somewhere else' - but had clammed up afterwards. He put that back out of his mind for n

Reytac closed the door behind them, cutting off the boisterous sounds of the tavern as they left. The walls were well made, containing the majority of the souud - you would still know it was a tavern, from the volume, but it wasn't overwhelming outside. He followed behind Samantha as the two of them walked towards the training grounds, listening to her as she fretted about his safety. It was odd - the main other person he'd interacted to this point had also worried about his safety, but shown it in a vastly different way. He rubbed his chin with one hand, feeling the stubble of his beard again