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The sun had begun setting, a beautiful sight to behold. The alert came. Vanta summoned her menu with a small wave of her hand. The message peered back at her. Sharkbait training you say? she shrugged. Why not. She hit 'reply.' Three simple words. Message: See you then. She took off; meeting at the gathering point. Wulfrin sat waiting, his signature Sharkuterie Board laid out on a nearby table. She grinned entering the tavern. You know I'll never turn down your snacks ever again. They're always so delicious. she offered. She made her way to the table and select

The festivities continued; people danced the evening away unapologetically, some filled their stomachs, some quenched their thirst, some congregated and laughed the night away during distant conversation. Others, like herself, had found a quiet, dark corner to observe the course of the evening. The ballroom was extravagant, the lights glittered as they moved about. The music echoed through the building comfortably. Eventually it became clear to her that she had neglected to eat. Her stomach rumbled furiously. Unfortunately, this was a common occurrence. She got distracted in current events and

Typically, masquerade balls she had attended ( correction, the only masquerade she had attended ) had individuals wearing masks to conceal their identity. Having the entire ballroom shrouded in darkness was not what she expected. She had heard of silent discos. Blind balls sounded complicated. "How the fuck are we supposed to see?" the woman mumbled to herself as she stood just inside the doorway for a moment, the voice of an unseen woman's singing serving as the backtrack. It only lasted for a couple of moment before the soft shades of magenta illuminated the room and its inh

She didn't want to slow down. Some small voice nagged that turning in the quest should be their top priority. Given their difficulty with the quest, and their luck so far, it couldn't be this easy. There was probably some hidden timer that would run out before they could get back to Percival, negating their progress, and requiring that they start over. And if that happened, Lessa figured she'd just negate her life by yeeting off the edge of Aincrad. So when Jomei tugged her to a standstill, she huffed out her frustration, and turned to voice her disapproval. Instead, she was enveloped by a str

<Masked> Why is it always these kinds of things Yuuri ends up dragging her into? Az was a bit annoyed by it, but then again, this time, Yuuri was right. She needed to get under the people, and this party, in his words, was honestly the best option for someone who does not like being in social events or even showing their face. Her red silk dress flew down, furling at the shoulders and the lower end, exposing her shoulders. Her hair was tied with a hairband. With a sigh of defeat, she waited for Yuuri at the door. Of course, he showed up well-dressed in such a manner that you wo

@Edict “Godless? Maxwell, all of Aincrad is godless.” what an interesting way to continue the conversation. demian chose not to pay too much attention to the fact that edict had guessed some amongst them were more computationally binary than others. the spiel was based on the idea that there was a lack of divinity amongst them: demian, having chosen the words he did, felt vaguely conflicted about edict’s rambling. and yet, for every opinion, every observation the player seemed to be making, demian had been wondering fervently, in the sea of his subconsciousness, if he should be

Az listened a bit as the other was talking. Yeah, she had already noticed that this place loves to mess with you, but what got her brain thinking a bit was the fact that she said the entire floor would do it. "Floor 10," she mumbled a bit as she waited for the rope to descend towards her. As a rope fell down, the other redhead asked if she could climb. She quickly tugged on the rope for a second to see how sturdy it would be. Making a quick calculation in her head, she grabbed the rope and calmly but skillfully climbed up it. Once at the top, she finally got a good look at the player

"Hmmm...." Mari just stared at the other redheaded woman as her eyes shifted around wildly. She paced back and forth in the hole, muttering to herself and practically clutching her head. By Mari's count the woman could have been there for a week if not more, with how she was acting. The pointed accusation just confirmed Mari's suspicions. "You know....if you stay on this floor for too long..." Mari lifted her hand to tap her temple. "It messes with you. Something fierce." The woman pushed herself up off her knees, good. Mari thought. At least she had the strength to stand and the wh

PH why is this moving so fast oh my gosh.

Az was not fully there when suddenly above her a voice came, a quick wipe of her head as she looked up towards the person above her, 'You good down there, need help?' Well, of course, she needed help. How else would she have been sending messages out into the void, hoping to somehow get past this weird dungeon she found herself in? But her skepticism took the better of her, and she pointed her hand towards the lady, "How do I know you're not just another enemy that this place cooked up?" She said towards the redhead. But then she lowered her hand rather quickly, and as soon as she noticed the

"ianthe, shall we dance?" begin: the first song. the lights are dimmed a deep sultry red, hands emptied of half drained glasses, glasses whisked away by waitstaff in black. masked couples drift to the center of the floor, bodies pressed intimately close and swaying to the three-four beat of a nameless orchestral. sibyl more or less remembers both roles in a waltz. or the platonic image of a man asking a woman to dance. their understudy, ianthe... a dark flush is rising up the brunette's smiling face but she remains perched on the edge of the shadowed lounge, eyes flitting

She watched from the rooftop as they fluttered down in thousands. Black papers falling, casting a brief shadow over town. She reached a hand into the air, catching one, intercepting it's decent. The invitation was jet black with gold lining, the writing intricate and blood red. Fascinating. She stood, and jumped down from the roof, gracefully landing on the stone road beneath her. Seems as though I have a ball to attend. She didn't waste any time. Though she was proven to be rather antisocial, an intriguing event could only try to keep Vanta away. The thought of interacting with ot

“Maxwell? I’m—” A moment of hesitation. Should I be giving out my name here? The whole point is to avoid notice. Who could be watching, and how?” —Edict. It’s nice to meet you too.” Maxwell was a fascinating character. He seemed eager to throw himself into understanding Edict; and what was strange, something in Edict said he stood the best chance of not ending up with the rest of his partners that had tried. Never having met the man before, he felt they shared a kindred core. Edict could not explain it. It might have been the inscrutable way Maxwell had reacted to talking about

Bright brown eyes scanned the room behind the safety of a porcelain white mask, as if maybe, through some expert observation or careful intuition, she might come to recognize any of the other players that hid behind theirs. It was all for naught. She must have stopped thinking about it, given her surprise when Oscar’s brief announcement caught her attention and she realized she’d seen his face before. ’The host, I suppose.’ She silently mused, bringing her glass to her lips once more. He commanded the room’s attention without effort, it seemed, and presented himself with all the elegance of a

The small girl, face dappled with freckles and cheeks rosy red - nose filled with snot as she shoved her face straight into Jomei's shirt clutching him tightly, sobbing. She wiped her snot over his sleeve. And it wasn't till he started to lighty rub her back that she began to calm down, just enough to try and tell him what happened. "T-the baad man took me...I'm scared...wheres Jenny? I wanna go home...I dont like this..." She burst into tears again, practically latching onto Jomei. "You know this isn't a good look." Mari glanced up at Jomei, "Huh?" When did he...how d

As the final notes of the song swelled, their steps slowed into a gentle rhythm, completing one last turn, one final brush of fabric and heat between them. Plum's breath came light and uneven, her smile still luminous but subdued as she tried to recuperate. It was the kind of quiet moment that made the rest of the world disappear, the only thing mattering being their movement, music, and the faint press of his hand at her back. When finally they pulled away, she blinked up at her partner, ready to offer some teasing remark about their unexpected little tryst, but he had already reached a

A curious gaze, obscured behind the mesh of his mask, scanned the room as Jomei turned. Back leaning against the busy bar, he took to people watching as he waited for his drink to be made. All different individuals dressed to the nines, the veils covering their features made it nearly impossible to tell who was who. Many had a sense of familiarity to them, some more than others, yet he could not place names. The orchestral melody slowed to a halt, and their esteemed host took to the stage to cordially greet everyone. He wasted no time with lengthy speeches, a few words of welcome before

"Ah, shit. Thank God." she sounded as relieved as she looked, the tension releasing from her body as her shoulders relaxed. She must have still been deep in the forest when it happened, perhaps that was that bright light she saw? She passed it off as lightning, but the storm seemed a little bit more bearable after the flash. Leaning her back against a wall that once housed shelves of alcohol, she watched as Hirru moved further into the bar, nodding along as he shared information that she was already well aware of. After realization hit her, eyes opened a bit wider. The sword was delivered, som

iris watched as the corners of sin's mouth lifted, preparing a response. then— — cut to black. and iris' first instinct was the twitch of her head towards the ceiling, wondering what had caused the technical flaw, the mishap of the night. (perhaps, had they been paying attention to the host, at least iris would’ve known; sin looked like she was familiar with how the song and dance went as it were, by her hunch.) but in the dark, something took the breath out of her. a warm figure, firmly pressing up against her, drawing a gasp out

Adelyte found herself leaning her shoulder against one of the support beams in the alchemist's shop while Faerie spoke with Zachariah. A whole spiel that she had heard one too many times. Smiling devilishly at Faerie, she mocked the potion crafter's unskippable speech with a yapping hand gesture. Blah blah blah. She has spoken with other NPCs before that had a soul, rather than some husk of a human with one daily task repeated over and over and over again. Either Zach here missed the boat on that system update, or this was his personality. Adelyte held onto hope that this would be the last tim

Oscar made an announcement, and Mari couldn't help but feel a well of emotion bubble up in her chest. Pride she was proud of him, and all he had accomplished, where others were forging ahead in the front-lines to escape he was forging something else. A way to keep people connected. A way to make people more human in a world that consistently denied them the simple notion. Mari swirled her drink, taking a long sip - then. The lights flickered out. The hairs on her neck prickled, her drink spilled - as Mari shifted ready to fight. Then... Lights flickered back on - she was still standing s

"Wha! Huh! Jevi?" He stepped back a bit as he recovered himself from nearly being splashed across the room. As he took a look at the roughed up and battered player before him, his thoughts ran rampant upon the current situation. What was she doing here? Was she apart of the support team? He couldn't remember if she was, or not. Why was she looking so rough? Was she.. one of the runners? "Well.." He composed himself as he lowered his guard finally. Jevi was not his enemy, but his friend. "We won. It wasn't going down for some time. It seemed immune to our attacks n

Reytac pushed his way into the shop, heading for the alchemist section. His muscles burned and his mind was fatigued - focusing on his crafting had burnt him out rather quickly. But he had heard that there was an alchemical potion that could be used to renew his focus and mental fatigue. And supposedly, some was for sale here. "Ho there rhe shop, here to see about buying some Respite, if you have any stock?"

Shop Post: Traveling Flame Transaction Date: 10/06/25 Cost of Transaction: 1020 Crafter's Profession: Appraiser Crafter's Rank: R5 Item Name: Refined Battle Hammer Item Tier: 2 Item Type: Weapon (Hammer) Item Rarity: Perfect Item Enhancements: Damage / Damage / Bleed Craft/Appraisal/Obtainment IDs & Rolls: Found ID: T2 Perfect Weapon [252737] ID 254319 |CD 4 | Mystic Essence Gain = 2 Item Description: A burnished bronze-gold hammer, designed to be used in one hand. The hammerhead is rimmed wi

He was not expecting the situation to go the way it did, and was more so surprised to be pulled away by the fiery one of the group. From what she was saying, it seemed like things were going one way, and not something that she wanted to be around. Though, Hirru was just as awkward, and didn't know how to proceed, except to follow with. He could tell just from the tone that his guildmate was upset. He wanted to do something, but his social interactions were more copying his more well versed friends. Waxing philosophically as Baldur would was not the right touch here. Nor was Mack's boiste