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Had he even registered that look in Lessa's eyes as the already miniscule space between them became mere inches... This story would have ended much differently. Instead the oblivious, intoxicated ginger continued to ramble on about how he felt about her. He stumbled over his words as the wavering bit of sobriety within him fought with his wine drunk mind to not drop any emotional bombs on her. They both had a long day, and the last thing he wanted was to make the mistake of pushing her away by telling her how he really, truly felt about her. "Of course it makes you special, you're the be

An all encompassing darkness spread over them. Katoka felt her heart begin to race, her mind jumping to when she was swallowed by the Storm of Shadows. Anxiety, fear, failure. It all came rushing back as the grip on her sword weakened. But then there was a blinding light. A flash in the dark. Freyd stood with a crystal in his hand, raised above him like a beacon in the night. It was gone. She was still standing. They all were. Anger blossomed inside the samurai now. A hot fury that spread through her in an instant. Kat's hands tightened once again on her weapon as she surged forward,

PH -> Repairing Equipment: ID 248231 | LD 12+7 = 19 Running Total: 106

"I feel like, we've got this bond, you know?" She leaned forward on her barstool, his words a rope that tugged her closer. He felt that he could be himself around her? And he had since they'd first met? She felt the same way. As he continued to speak, she continued to shift closer, her eyes on his lips that dropped words like bombs, shaking her all the way to her foundation. Had they both been sitting on these truths all this time? How different might their lives have been if they'd just shared how they felt, all those months ago? It would have saved her from a lot of heartbreak, and a lo

The dark receded—not by its own will, but by force. A gash of radiance torn clean through its center, chasing the void back into its corners. Freyd had stood fast against the unlight, as expected. Not by spectacle. By refusal. Even the shadows bowed away from his blade when memory called it true. Ariel exhaled quietly through her nose. Then the battlefield returned in pieces. The stone beneath her feet. The shallow splash of rain. The hiss of wind cut by Oscar’s passage—his strikes already carving a rhythm into Belregor’s massive frame. Not reckless. Not panicked. Measured. Surg

The trek to the Second Floor was uneventful, save for the subtle shifts of the party’s pace as they adjusted to one another. Ariel walked in silence, the gifted topaz now tucked safely within her system’s inventory menu. Alongside her, she could hear Gambit’s light footsteps and Acanthus’ more deliberate gait. The air grew thinner the higher they climbed, the land shedding the warmth of Floor 1 for something colder—older. At the quest marker, a small cluster of standing stones greeted them, half-swallowed by moss and silence. Between them stood a woman clad in traveling robes, auburn curl

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Oscar looked across the way and was immediately filled with determination. He would have his talk with Abellio and he would make his apology to him - to all of them really - for his incredibly shitty behavior. But right now, all he wanted to do was kill that boss. And then cook that boss. "I'm not," Oscar said as he broke off in a jog towards the creature. This was already shaping up to be a great adventure. It had been a long-standing dream of his to cook a boss, but nothing was ever very appetizing. But a crab? Fuck. The. Hell. Yes. He skidded to a stop in