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Lv24. W when bistro had texted her of her arrival, she had expected to look forward to her attendance soon after. except, the woman’s absence was immediately felt from her going awol on text. then, there was marquis, whom she personally invited for a night of cordiality on behalf of being in bistro’s known circle. they had been in linked arms, each donning a mask of white so as to match, iris noting the goldwork on marquis’ pick as it shaped her face into a jackal’s. and, in contrast to iris’ own burgundy halterneck slit-cut dress, marquis had strewn iris’ white fur shawl over her

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The invitations had caused a stir far too dramatic, too enticing, for Plum to ignore. She'd caught the black scraps of paper, like closing her hand around flower petals on the breeze, delicate, deliberate. She had turned the card over and over between her fingers for hours, wondering who it was who could pull out all the stops like this for a party, and who might be in attendance. Did she dare risk going? It seemed unlikely the guests could be targets of any dangerous game mechanic, but the social aspect of it she had to weigh against her curiosity, until the latter -predictably- won.

Why? Why did it feel like the world was always against them? Against her? She had tried hadn't she? Another hiccup. She had denied herself even the most barest of necessities. A sniffle. She never had real food, her stomach rumbled, reminding her she hadn't eaten in 4 days. She had never been able to properly bathe herself. Denied even the simple comfort of warm water. For so many years...and now she had those things. Now she was living the world was trying to take it away from her? Her fire, her everything - the sweet succor in a world of dark had spoken, but truth be told Mari barely

The shutter within Mari's body said it all, the fear the anguish. "I am glad you think so, mi gemella anima. Aim to be perfect, but if I were so perfect I would not have been a bumbling fool for the past four days." Tracing the lines of her jaw, still brushing of slivers of glass of a broken bottle. "I am yours as much as you are mine." Entangled in a moment of weakness, wounds in both body and spirit that exposed their hearts and left them alone amongst the dark. Tangling his fingers in her hair, that had since grown just that much longer. Drinking the sweat and smell of the place she'd been

The pinched vice held a small sphere, and with the twist of a pair of pliers the woman starts to fold a lid. Slicing open the objects she'd found, she starts to drain out the smallest of grainy powder from the odd shaped fruit. Onto a slip of white paper, the black powder collects and with a metal sheet she carefully begins to scrape the stuff into a small mound. An experienced touch with all manner of caution, her hand is slid under as Nisahime slides it toward the edge of the workbench and she cradles it in her palm. Over the vice, she tilts the paper to funnel and pour the powder into the c

Would you agree that paper falling from the sky to be odd and out of the ordinary? Hirru definitely thought so and figured it was some kind of off event, like the one that he was invited to back on the 26th floor. He felt that the event was rather good, until some privateers would join the party. Though, would 'join' be the word when they came to crash the party, steal the ship, and have some.. lovers quarrel on the deck. Otherwise, it was a good time. He wished he could have danced with a certain someone. Their lavender tipped hair, and that dress that fit her oddly well. He wanted to

Reytac felt a burn in his muscles as he moved himself between the Monkey King and Sam while she got herself back to her feet. The way that the ape's attention had snapped towards Sewallus when he wanted to draw its attention had made it a bit frustrating - he didn't want the NPC to die, but to be fair he wanted himself or Firefly to die even less. The massive monkey swung its arms, reaching and groping at its back, for a few moments before with a loud roar, it ripped the blade out of its shoulder and tossed to the ground. This was one of the times Rey was glad there wasn't as much realism - th

Reytac hummed a small tune in thought as he turned over that idea. The thought of leaving the spider silk untreated was an option, but it would build towards an entirely different set of possibilities. Instead of being able to use it as a tripwire, it would lend towards binding and trapping things itself instead of being used to trigger other things - though... the brunette shook his head to get rid of the errant thought away as he followed after Nisa. He spotted something sticking out of the loamy earth as the walked, and he detoured while the white-haired woman was holding up her hand for he

His touch was akin to a cure, an antitoxin to all the concoctions that the woman had been forced to down in the near week she was imprisoned. She slowly closed her eyes and her shaking hands lifted to wrap around his shoulders. Voices still screamed at her, claiming this wasn't real. It couldn't be real. No one would love her, tarnished and debased and hysterically, irrevocably mad. Yet, in spite of this whispers a man held her so tight as though she would slip though his fingers like grains of sand. "V-Vincent...you're..." A deep inhale as he pressed his lips to hers. His taste, the small fli

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The constant outbursts from Mari led Lancaster to remember her recount of how this floor screwed with her head. Couple that with all that had likely occurred these last couple of days and its no wonder her world was turned upside down. The man could only imagine based on the little prism snapshot left on her doorstep for him. Snagging her up in a cold chill, the man fishes one of the fireproof he'd pried out of her house and places it into her palm. The pyre dims but keeps its hearth and with that, the large fissure in his torso starts to slowly kindle and cauterize healing up. Through it all

Addex cursed under his breath, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. His enchantments should have stopped the burning - but he could tell from the heat and the way it bit at his skin that this was no ordinary flame. He turned to Mari. She was supposed to be his ace in the hole - from the rumours he thought the two were each others weakness. He thought Lancaster wouldn’t have touched her. He was wrong.. Mari screamed at Lancaster as she was pinned to the floor, heated hand singed her throat as her maddened cries turned into choked gargles. The only thoughts that screamed at her min

Tucking the music box under his left arm, the linen bag slung over his right shoulder. Despite the static in the air, Raidou couldn't really peg what exactly had him so on edge. As if there was an air of mystery or intrigue, like a gut feeling that he couldn't shake. Another scan left and right as he exits the store, and a glance to his clock shows that time was starting to fade as it pushed 10pm. Without any evidence that something was amiss, the wanderer taps the necklace around his throat to activate it. A flash of blue light sends him firing floors above, toward his abode given his daily a

That tap of her heels on the upper hardwood floors, Voodoo already tearing the place apart digging through drawers and wardrobes. Slinking around as the pile of crap starts to gain size, skirting past the ajar and disheveled drawers of a dresser. Glancing in but not taking anything from inside, she'd make a mental note of what to relay to John to snag. "A safe?" Ecstasy sparks in delight to John's find, turning her body to slip past him and kneel in front of the thing. "There is a couple bags of col in the bottom right drawer, and the left third has a false bottom." she comments as she presses

Through the corridors of the stronghold, the path to which he cut still left superheated as sconce melt and the ground itself a bright an uninviting orange. As if someone had turned floor 10 into 9, carrying with them the molten lava. His trail left little to give chase, else they risk becoming submerged and trapped within his bounds. Crashes of thunder from above leave trails of dust to escape the ceiling as he moves. The whistling continues as a younger man rounds the corner carelessly, spotting Vincent and freezing from fear. Drawing a longsword from his right hip, its produced out in front

The blurt of a horn sends out an alert for more then just their allies. A blade rips clean, the transformation complete and his marker a stark red. The systems gift when he wore a cardinal creature like a second skin was it was nearly impossible to target him. A faint red outline around a darker blackish gray osmium blade, an ungainly weapon that dwarfed even the heaviest armor in weight held taught in one set of serrated and pointed ichor covered fingers. Those stones begin to ping, one after another in small tones, and with it the wanderer begins to pop <<Detection>> sending ring

Using an index and a thumb, the woman reclaims the spool of potent strand from Reytac's hand. "Your thoughts don't match your words, Reytac." Nisahime comments to the fact that the man considered himself mundane yet as before, the inspiration and possibility that unfurled through his gaze upon being handed the wire had more then revealed something deeper. Half of the tinkerer's MO was spotting nuance and foreseeing interplay between multiple moving parts, the fact he could see the spidersilk like a piece of a grander puzzle affirmed her belief that he'd more then succeed his goals. "Good

The small hill that Fae was on could barely even be called that, it was more a mound of mud and muk that had built up in the area, a thick copse of trees having taken root the whole thing could be walked through in just a few minutes, though itbwas almost always easier to just walk around as the tangle of roots on the mangrove like trees made traversal tricky. Those very same roots also made an ideal place for mushrooms to grow and for other plants to hide. Fae took her time pursing through the roots until she was confident that there wasn't anything hidden in its depths. This was disapp

Firefly waited momentarily for Reytac to keep up with her before they continued. He was a considerate man to ensure the door closed behind him. It sort of seemed like everyone in Aincrad was nice beyond comparison. Rey would protest in her concern unsurprisingly - She would do the same after all. "We will look after each other then." It was a compromise they could agree on, though she still felt the pressure. The trio would head into the forest. She wasn't necessarily certain how she felt about Sewallus but her massive sword would protect him all the same. Soon they would come into it's t

The thought of being here made her homesick. Beautiful crimson gates beckoned her into the estate and along the winding road towards the shrine. At the entrance, she glanced over a collection of objects to offer at the shrine. She spoke with the hosts as she wrote some characters in a delicate, thoughtful script. "I did not realize you would be opting for a more traditional setting. I apologize for my dress. Had I known, I would have worn something more appropriate. I will enjoy walking the path, and I will offer my thoughts at the shrine." She moved quickly, snatching up 3ulogy before he

The thought of being home made him sick. Vermillion torii mocked as a reminder of everything he was ecstatic to leave behind. The clutter at the table by the entrance was another sad reminder of reality, containing traditional offerings that one would expect anywhere in Japan. He grabbed some blank sheets of paper to fold absentmindedly while Acanthus did the talking. He was careful to keep his mouth shut. A loose mouth meant no candy when he inevitably offended the hosts with some disparaging comment about the "festivities." They'd put a lot of effort into the path, and it looked really good.

The sun had barely dipped below the horizon when 3ulogy sent his sixth message for the day. "Hey it's basically dark I want to go trick or treating you promised" Acanthus thought it best to not complain after being the one to request an early start. Besides, she had just returned from Floor 11 with a haul of suits, but still needed some time to put the finishing touches on her costume for the masquerade. Going early was a much-needed break in the process, and would give her plenty of time before the masquerade's late start. She found a simple charcoal suit, styled for a moderate

"We're here way too early. Ugh, we're gonna look like losers." 3ulogy's feathers bounced up and down, mimicking his agitation. His voice sounded muffled through the plague doctor's mask. "Maybe we should take another lap or something. At least wait until it's starting to get dark?" "I asked you this morning if earlier was ok." Acanthus explained patiently. "I told you I had plans to go to a party this evening, and I needed plenty of time to get ready. So when I asked if around dinner was ok, you said—" "I know, I know. Don't have to rub it in." "I'm not. And you know, you could