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“Sorry.” Mari accepted Acanthus’ paper-thin excuse quietly, a wounded acceptance marred by the dark thoughts moving across her face. Shit. Shit shit shit. The excuse was terrible, but she had still hoped. Acanthus opened her mouth to explain herself. It’s me. I’m a jumpy idiot. I really am sorry. But they had already moved on. Mari took one last swig of the fruit juice before Acanthus polished it off and swapped over to sake. She enjoyed her own cup slowly while Kat spoke to Mari. “Not every day you run into someone so striking off the beaten path like this.” Acanthus sputtered

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A smile pulled at the corners of Katoka's mouth as everyone arrived one by one. She reached out and traded grips with Wulfrin, the man that had changed so much in such a short amount of time. Even since the fight with Callisto he had become someone that anyone in Aincrad could rely on. Freyd had complimented them both, giving the samurai a swelling sense of pride in her chest. Of everyone that was here he had changed the most of course, having brushed so close to death. She pouted as he mussed her hair, making sure to dig her elbow into his ribs despite the armor. She still smiled, she wouldn'

*ready to heal the boss become as gods What the fuck am I here for again?* Buffs MIT III - His gungnir DOTE III - Tiger Balm he got from Lessa last raid Non-craft Field Ration = +16% (Filled) Max HP Immolation = +40 Thorn Consumables available for anyone Gungnir | T4 MIT III FEAST | 5/6 uses Stats

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The blazing heat roared on in an overclocked display of candlelight. Windows break and wood burns as the heat continued to rise. The man stood idle with a cold inflection as he enjoyed watching on as it would dance for him. NPC's come barreling out of it, shrieking in a panicked state unsure how to respond. Fumbling and falling to their knees, some losing their footing and rolling to a gentle stop. The fleshy smell would cause most to be sick to their stomach, but Lancaster found it mildly amusing. Taking the bottle of whiskey clutched by the neck in his left hand to his lips, a remainder of w

The rasping wretch reared back, all remaining chain whips ready to lash and bludgeon Wulfrin to pieces for his boasting, no matter how warranted. What should have been a danger had proven little challenge for the two of them, its health bar clinging to hope with the thinnest of cellophane. Ready to heave, the Pallid Mask's hood suddenly jerked back exposing a mess of rotten flesh once called its head, the worst of it concealed behind a grimacing porcelain face. Yanked roughly, it teetered, all four arms flailing and failing to find purchase as it fell backward toward the greetings of a keen

"But I'm faster," Wulfrin grinned as The Pallid Mask moved to intercept him. Wulfrin's blade was bright with the familiar stunning sword art granted to just about every player in Aincrad, assuming they maxed their weapon skill. Wulfrin bobbed and weaved between lashes from the undead horror's many arms. His foe was quick, but not fast enough as his blade plunged into the shadowy mass. The Pallid Mask stumbled back, its attack successfully halted by the technical specialist. Wulfrin planted his feet and readied his blade as the health bar dropped to a sliver. "Aw come on," Wulfrin huf

Wulfrin had invited her to a last minute boss run with Katoka and Freyd. Definitely a team that would be unforgettable. Their target was the Floor 29 boss, the Midnight Ripper, and while the name alone would make most players shudder, Ciela wasn’t as nervous as she might’ve been. Freyd had apparently soloed the boss before, which gave her a strange sort of reassurance. If anything, she was just happy to be included, to matter enough to be invited into a squad like this. She hadn’t seen Katoka since the wedding, and now that she thought about it, she really missed her. Life had been a whir

"That would be Reliq," Freyd replied, watching as the gaunt horror resumed its movements to the clink and clatter of bells and chains. "Elora and I found him in my workshop, playing in all the unidentified gear I keep laying around." He left out the bit about how Elora had freaked out, thinking their home was somehow haunted because of all his clandestine puttering around. It had taken nearly a week to clear out all the anti-voodoo tchotchkes she'd layered all over the place. "I think he's some sort of mimic, but can't get him to sit still long enough to be sure." A flash of deep blue

"Ditto," Wulfrin added as he quickly spun around, celestial steel blade ready to strike. "Who or whatever you are." Wulfrin's blade arced through the air towards the frantically waving four armed figure before them. The Blade of Zariel's holy aura caused a blinding surge of radiance as it clashed with the monster's hide, amplified by the divine light of Wulfrin's crystal. In an instant the eldritch horror grave keeper's health bar depleted. From the skies above, Wulfrin's familiar Solaris got in on the action, raking talons across the mob as well as plucking at what would have been its ey

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Silence. All around me was utter silence. I could not fathom what was coming next. The game was doing so well at picking me apart. Praying upon my new photo-memory, using the light to force me not to see my own fears and mocking my best friends to coax me into fealty. Yuki wouldn't allow this to stop her. It was time I followed her example. The girl would grab hold of the fabric bound to her face to regain her sight. She was in a bedroom unfamiliar to her. Though it didn't take long for it to become familiar at all. When she pieced together the layout in her head from her memory it w

Username: Aeolus Senpar Real name: Aeolus Olympia Age: 19 Gender: Male Height: 5'11" Origin: America Background: Aeolus comes from a quaint town in Tennessee, where he grew up surrounded by electronics. As he goes though life his parents always have his back. His parents were big Greek mythology fans and such led to them naming him Aeolus Olympia, his name symbolizes their belief that he will be nimble and just as the wind. He carries this belief everywhere he goes using it as fuel for his courage. He uses such courage in his time of becoming a police officer. After

Amongst the mess of fear that was overwhelming her from all angles, Firefly felt like she could barely catch herself up. Sight was becoming just as much a bane as it was a boon. Several times she attempted to remove the blinder from her face -- Her arm specifically -- but every time it ended up back where it was. "My eyes!" Tears streamed down her face from the stress and strain they were suffering. "Agh-! Please make it stop!" In desperation, Firefly grabbed the clothed headband from her hair and used it to cover her vision. She panted relentlessly in desperation to calm herself. "Y

She flinched. Scared. Mari felt a pang of guilt. She didn’t mean to upset her. A pain bubbled up in the surface. Memories she had tried to forget, words hissed at her by former friends You’re tarnished. Debased. -Deserve to be alone. Fester. Die. Her hand shook slightly, and Mari had to curl her fingers into a ball, clutching at her tattered scarf with her hand. The other still held the cup, liquid sloshing inside. The pain, the panic lasted only a moment. A few seconds, then with a deep inhale. Exhale. It was gone. This wasn’t the same thing. T

Mari had almost made it to the door, but a cold grip wrapped around her bare ankle and it took the woman all her strength to not tumble back down to the floor. “We’re not doing this.” This? Mari turned to stare at him. A turbulent wave of emotions crossing her face. Confusion - why was he grabbing her foot? Couldn’t he see just how uncomfortable the woman he supposedly loved was? - Anger -Mari did not want to be mistaken for some bullshit other woman trope. The two needed to talk, and Mari was trying desperately to give them that time. Pain. Sure, it meant a hasty retr

Thread Summary Mari | [Word Count: 9422/5 = 1884.4] * [True Tier: 10] * [Group Factor: 1] = 18844 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 2826 col Oscar | [Word Count: 9422/5 = 1884.4] * [True Tier: 10] * [Group Factor: 1] = 18844 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 2826 col

Fervor touch, heated caresses- Mari couldn't remember the last time anyone had given her this kind of attention - and she greedily took it all. Every murmur, every sharp inhale - the dipping of fingers into flesh. The woman writhed beneath Oscar - and practically pulled him into her. Hungry, and greedy. There was little pause, and little time for breath as he pressed harder into her- his body enveloping her frame. her legs lifting to trap him. Her thoughts briefly tore into her past - was this a lie, did he mean any of it?? Would it be like last time where they'd share kisses and sweet wh

Elora watched the chaotic scene play out before her with a stupefied expression. The squelching smack of a soggy sandal met with a cursing shout as her partner entered a desperate grapple with the other woman's ankle. What she'd first assumed a floundered execution quickly began to resemble a wrestling match between two feuding siblings. Freyd's hands released their grip, towing a stool to rest beside their kitchen island. “Mari, I’m Mari, meet stool. Sit. Get to know each other, and we’ll have ourselves a perfectly reasonable, decent meal.”, he barked, his anger palpable. Daggers shot i

It was nice exchanging pleasantries with the other women. The thanked Mari for the invitation to drink and sipped at the tea, it was pleasantly sweet yet light. She cupped her cheek and let out a delighted sigh, while she normally enjoyed tea on her back porch overlooking her yard, this was also just as nice. "I hadn't planned on making my way to Baldur's estate today, I just happened to have been passing through." she accepted the cup of sake from Acanthus and gave her a slight bow in thanks, "It's a shame we can't actually get drunk from this stuff. It's still nice they managed to get t

It was a kiss so soft that Oscar almost thought that it was accidental. If he paused and gave himself time to think, perhaps he might have convinced himself that it was. But this was not the time for rationality. There was only one path forward, through action and not thought. It was the first spark that lit the inferno. A proverbial starting pistol wrapped up in a permissive gesture. Instinct - raw and primal - dominated his psyche. He surged forward, returning tenfold what he’d received. Oscar loomed over her as their lips danced together, moving in the defiance of the ambient serenade of na

Quickly, Firefly grabbed hold of the door knob closest to her and began to panic as she fumbled with the immovable door. "Let me out! I don't wanna be here anymore! Cancel the quest, please!" The girl cried. Ț̷̥̩̑̎̈́͘ḧ̷̡̯͎͚͈́̑ề̴̡͐̆ȑ̴̘̣̦̿͝ę̸̹̈́ͅ ̵̗̞̲̈́̈́ͅi̴̲͖͑̈́͋̇s̵̿̾̎̀͜ ̴̳͈́̎̔͘͜͝n̷̮̰̫͍̑̀ȍ̴̡̗͒͘ ̶͕̥̽͊̏e̵̘̝͙͚̠̿͊̿̔͝š̶͔̋͘c̴͉̉̍ǎ̴̧̭̬͉͙̓̄̄p̵̟̣͖͍͛̈́̓͒͝e̴͚̦̭͒͋͗̈͘ ̷̘͛̔n̷̤̋o̷̬̩̜̩̞̒͌w̵̦̲͕̉͋́̊́ ̶̣̜̩͕͖̓̽S̴͔̪̈́̀͒̅͝ä̵̡̰̩́͗m̶̮͙͈̈́̔͠͝ą̵̢̖͉̬͂̌̀͘̕ņ̴̫̑t̸̽̀͜h̴̤̑̍̇́̔a̷̧̍͐͠.̵͎͆́ ̴̫̮̓͐Y̴̝̤͔̙̏̓̌͝ơ̷̼̗̈́͝ṷ̵͚̞̒͛̈r̵̘̟͔̟͓̈́̑͋ ̶̡̻͚̱̐̄̅͐̚f̴̨͓̂͠e̵͙̙̋͌̂̓̉a̸͓͎͖͑̐̽r̶͎̞̅͌̂̽̕s̷͓͔̟̱̹̅̚ ̶̠̦̠̟͂͋̚͠w̶̻͉͒i̵̙̟̬̥̰͒̓̔l̵̜̑ḷ̶̘͍̫̭̃ ̸͚͂̕