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Oh, it wasn't something, it was the cat itself. Yue Hua struggled to hold back a laugh at the poor thing's expense as Firefly sped off to try her suggestion. Now left alone with Myst, she stared up the tree and tried to make herself look as stern and unapproachable as possible without permanently traumatizing the cat and ruining any chance at friendship with it. She wiggled her tail. "I am a monster that eats bad cats and I shall gobble you up if you jump," she told Myst. The cat mewed. Yue Hua tried to translate its response without Firefly's help but was unsuccessful. At the very l

"I most certainly didn't. It was a very memorable moment," still petting down his nose. Freya would hop on him with no hesitation, glancing down at what she was wearing. She started thinking about what Raidou would see if she got yeeted off. Her cheeks become a little flustered. Raidou would walk over to the woman to observe what she was doing. "Well given that you have familiars or pets that I've never seen before..." the sentence drops as she realized that the system didn't allow more than a few things for familiars. Her mind was racing into a weird rabbit hole, which led to the question, "D

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 246665, CD: 7 (Rec proc +8 EN) A mix of the void and a blinding white light, the pure personification of chaos would ensue turning the whole room into a strained and filled powder keg ready to blow. The gentle tapping of foot falls sees the girl transition clear into mist as she passes clean through Raidou and behind Freyd. The blue line drawn like a precise cut from a scalpel. What was the unknown, is that line seems to suck in the void bleeding out of the creatures midsection and the very bloom from Sam's arrow fuse at the event horizon using the tear

Working away at the plants of her own, a snap of some roots as she underhand tosses it toward the picnic blanket stretched out across the ground. "These old things, noticed that did you?" A tug of the things sees the smallest bit of bluish frost slink off her palms, the cooling air around them as they are wiggled. "Do you really need to ask, after all two of you tailored them. Or did you forget?" Nisa laughs in a short chuckle knowing full well she just wandered up mount olympus and just picked them up, having a fair discussion with the 'gods' that had them made. There was an irony that they h

Rank 5 Appraiser (Base: BD 10, CD 8+ for unique, 10 identifications per day) +1 to CD from Hermes’ Scale +1 to CD from Deliberate | 244885c +1 to CD from Witche's Brew | 244267d +2 EXP: Hard Working (also +1 IDs per day) +2 EXP: Lucrative (Firm Anima) (also +2 IDs per day) +1 EXP: Custom Ambition Tool (bought from own shop 2020-07-16) Crafting Respite | Dragon's Breath | [174622] Identifications: 26x T4 Perfect Items (@3040 col) = 79,040 col 26x 1st Rerolls (@1,000 col) = 26,000 col 26x 2nd Rerolls (@2,000 col) = 52,000 col 26x 3rd Rerolls (@4,000 col) = 104,000

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 246665, CD: 7 (Rec proc +8 EN) Watching everything start to be sucked inside a dark hole that was Freyd, she was trying to make sense of it. Maybe she was just thinking to much. This thing that remained was not moving, rather it was slowly being dragged by an unknown force toward the man. She quickly moves, jumping over a tipped over pillar. If it could, it would be crawling away and trying to scratch at the ground to save itself, but it couldn't. Sliding to a stops, twisting herself as she aims right for the head. Lining her shot to attempt to push thi

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 246664, CD: 5 (No proc) That striking red head comes roaring through and aims for center mass, narrowly avoiding an actual tear and space time that just forms on her flank. "Holy shit dude." She barks at Freyd quickly checking her body to make sure she still had all her limbs, and all her fingers. Her momentum broken, she turns and finds nothing more then a waiting fist that decks her one, sending her rolling and that heavy weapon of hers slamming point first into the stone. The massive hand pinning her prone, she has her hands clutched tightly to its i

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 246661, CD: 11 (+8 EN) Fighting tooth and nail, the rich forks of lightning disperse as they tear through the terrain in what would appear in nigh random directions. A pivot of his blade allows the static to build, and he leans low. "I don't know how we ended up here. Something's off." The man returns to Freyd, choosing to forgo deeper thought until their foe was laid down permanently. The swordsman clears the room with a slide in and out of columns with a grace that the environment made him fight for every step. Skills on overdrive, he plunges that bla

*New Round, New Turn Order Collecting bits and pieces of the golem each and every time players would carve pieces off of it. A sudden fist comes roaring toward her and slams into that silver colored transparent bubble, careening far off center and going clean through a nearby column. "Rude." The woman remarks holding up the small yellowish amber piece, shutting an eye and peering through it. Slightly see-through she sizes Freyd up through it, making the man have a giant head and an itty bitty body like a bowling ball strapped to a dowel. "My my, what a big head you have." Her jest as she'

a strike from behind -- weaker than morningstar’s but still packing a hefty punch -- and the nemean lion whirls around furiously and its paw comes within inches of colliding with the fluttering white of its attacker. here is where she’s supposed to take the hit. …just kidding. she’s picky. getting tossed around like a ragdoll is never a good look. arabelle tears damocles out of the lion’s hide with a sunny smile. she switches her grip and bats its head back, and it recoils when it makes contact with the spear point at the reverse end of her scythe. “i’ve fought this mob a couple

The tiny monkey scammer on demand from this female that came out of no where. She didn't hear anything in the short distances around them, giving the quick turn of Raidou's head toward the woman neither did he. A sigh of relief as the plant was left alone, glancing down seeing the little chimp trying to return the stolen object. Leaning down she would take it but as it starts to turn she would grab the mini hand softly. "A gift, here," saying as she wraps it back around its neck. It screeches in excitement as it locks on to Eruda wrist giving her the biggest hug that it could give. Chuckling a

Smacking a pair of dry lips parched by horror-laden sea air and the unintelligible burblings of tentacle pirate custodians, Freyd woke with a start. A glacial chill creeping down his spine, internal spidey senses attuned to pending domestic disharmony keened in a pitch high enough to make banshees and falsettos blush. Head perking, eyes still mostly bleary and tethered shut by the after effects of drink, his clothing crunched disturbingly as he moved. Why do I smell like a mixture of campfire, wet mimic and the comforts of home?! Moving sluggishly, like he’d been swallowed whole b

*Click* The sound of a pair of fingers snapping finds itself screaming through the serene woods, causing the monkey to leap away with Eruda's ribbon still clutched in both hands. The thing latches to a nearby branch and uses it like a high bar to flip toward another, nestling on an outstretched arm. Quickly rushing up to the girls shoulder, she wanders out like the strangest mix of both that were under assault. "Peanut, you know better." The monkey screeches, at first howling in disagreement. "Give it back, or no shrimp." The thing looks down to the ribbon, and back to her stern glare. A gla

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A spinning cinnabar cursor captivated Elora's attention as soon as she turned to regard Mari. If only for a moment, her eyes became transfixed by its scarce appearance. Then, the gravity of what it signified. I wonder who she killed., came an immediate curiosity. It was strange, novel even, for the thought to carry any weight. Every day, players eagerly slaughtered monsters and pre-programmed characters. Killing, like most of their lives in Aincrad, had become routine. Just another day's work. “Uhm….”, she barely heard above the cognitive noise, “Hi? E-Elora Right? Mari. I’m Mari.”

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’…almost there!’ The voice seemed to echo backwards from the elderly man, most of the words lost to the wind that whipped and snapped around them, the sand still buffeting their forms as they pressed onwards. Aoi could see the casual glance backwards that the man made, as if checking to see if she was still there. Aoi gave a long, exaggerated nod in response, unwilling to attempt to raise her voice over the storm in response. It seemed to be enough, and once more he returned to his shambling walk that took them across the desert sands and towards their still unknown to her destination. I

Nothing bothered them for the next few hours as they continued along the path that the elderly man had been taking. Aoi found herself lost in thought once more, considering the various events she’d experienced while within the world of Aincrad. She couldn’t say that all of the events had been positive, but as she stared at the form of the elderly man she followed alongside, she couldn’t stop herself from thinking about which she would change, which she would never experience if she could choose to avoid them. Futile, but what’s the point? If I didn’t experience them, would I be the person

Is this what awaits all of us if we live long enough? Aoi didn’t like considering the possibility, and forced her eyes away and into the distance, looking for anything that could distract her from the reality of her situation. Sands whipped around her, dancing and playing on the air as though trying to escape their own destiny. Trapped upon a simple breeze, brought along without a choice. Is that all life is? She didn’t want to think or consider the possibilities, and found herself glancing about the blinding sand in an attempt to distract herself. A shift of movement caught her attention

Consider your elders. She’d rolled her eyes – internally of course – at the thought, knowing that it was inappropriate to talk down about the elderly in such a way. Not that Aoi cared in the moment, the sand biting into her causing any desire to be traditionally courteous disappearing with the discomfort she was feeling. Still, she’d chosen to heed the words even if just slightly. There was no need to become overtly rude and repugnant towards a man who just wanted some minor assistance from her. Sighing, allowing a breath of dirt into her mouth that made her wince and cough reactively, Ao

Whether or not it could be considered a foolish choice, Aoi didn’t care to consider. She’d taken the quest, and she knew that if she retreated now it would simply be sacrificed and a waste of time. Time that she would have to place back into the quest later on, once she was at a point where she would need whatever rewards it provided. Determined, and a small measure of stubborn, she choice to continue on the path she’d already taken. I’m already here, I might as well. Otherwise this was all just a waste of time. She avoided thinking about any consequences, figuring she’d deal with those once t

I hope he’s not lost and we’re not simply wandering through the desert in the middle of a storm until we both die. She didn’t like the thought, and found herself pushing it aside before it could truly take root in her mind. She doubted that the NPC was lost – it was uncommon for them, especially on escort missions, not to have a pre-determined path that they unknowingly took. Although Aincrad had shown itself to be different and unique in some ways, Aoi knew it was still a game. It still followed the same general rules and expectations of any game, though it carried a number of exciting – and

’Oh my, what’s that?’ The figure seemed to stare off into the distance, visible only through the fact that Aoi could see the direction he was generally facing in the form of his body. His entire face had been covered by some sort of scarf, protecting him from the dust and environment around him. Her eyes shifted in the direction he’d been staring at, and she felt a measure of sudden fear rise in her at the sight of the approaching storm. ’That’s rather unfortunate, but I think we can make it still!’ The storm had reached them almost an hour later, buffeting the pair in harsh winds with a

Aoi sighed, something in her mind giving way to the acceptance that she knew she was going to take regardless. Even if the man somehow is infectious, there’s enough potions and healing balms in this world to save me from whatever it is he might have. Her decision made, albeit reluctantly, she affirmed the man’s request. They’d left the bazaar behind shortly after Aoi had consented to the escort request, the mission notification appearing as she’d nodded. Once everything had aligned, she’d followed the elderly man at a snail’s pace from the bazaar to the main gates, passing through after

’I understand your request, though I have the odd feeling that there is more to your story, old man.’ The question was spoke as a statement, and for a few seconds Aoi wondered if the NPC would pick up on the subtle fact that she was simply trying to get a better picture of what was happening before she decided what to do. ’Of course, of course. I wouldn’t simply provide you with my entire fortune and wealth, now would I? The items within the chest are of a personal nature. Invaluable to me, but certainly not something that would…well, you’ll just have to come and see, won’t you?’ The fin