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[F17-PP-PT] Magic Cauldron (Challenge of Olympus
Nisahime replied to Nisahime's topic in Intermediate Floors
They finally return, “Fine, you have ten minutes to gather what you need” the dude tells her. Morrighan laughs saying “I’ll be back in 5” as she turns and almost runs into the larger creature. “Move it” she says rushing past the thing. She thought that this was a huge waste of time, but the game required her to do it to move forward with her crafts. She would obliged, for now. As she walked out the huge metal doors, a mental list started forming in her head of the materials that were needed. Base potions, she already figured out how to make her way. They did not sell such things in this game s -
[F17-PP-PT] Magic Cauldron (Challenge of Olympus
Nisahime replied to Nisahime's topic in Intermediate Floors
“Wow you really think that low of me?” good she could hear fear in that voice. “He is huffin and puffin, could blow a house down with that breath.” Pointing a thumb back behind her toward the creature. They sit down with a glare toward the woman. “So what do you nerds need to do for this dumb quest?” Morrighan says in an outburst not wanting to stand around longer than she had too. “Make us something that impresses us, everything that you need is right over there.” pointing toward the table that had a bunch of equipment and materials on it. “Hmm counter offer, you use that crap and I’ll find m -
[F17-PP-PT] Magic Cauldron (Challenge of Olympus
Nisahime replied to Nisahime's topic in Intermediate Floors
The creature left Morrighan at the top with folded arms and a tapping of one foot to the dusted ground waiting. Seeing the thing struggling to keep pace, he was out of breath when he got there. The thing held the side of the mountain wall huffing. It was most likely the fastest that he had ever needed to go, that was just sad. “Chop chop dude, time is ticking” saying as she tries to light a fire under their ass. With a deep sigh of an impatient breath she would move forward to the large towered white building. A place that she had been once before to gather things that belonged to her. Pushing -
[F17-PP-PT] Magic Cauldron (Challenge of Olympus
Nisahime replied to Nisahime's topic in Intermediate Floors
Not sure where that came from but she could expect nothing less. She hadn’t gone this way last time so literally anything could happen. Pebbles fell down off the cliff side, threatening a landslide that will most likely not come. The system had a way of trying to scare players but she was not any ordinary player. The system could do anything that it wanted, they would have a hard time catching her. “Aren’t you supposed to be leading me big boy?” saying as she turns to look at the weird creature. “Guide I think not. That would require you to be in front of me.” It seemed like he was a mile away -
[F17-PP-PT] Magic Cauldron (Challenge of Olympus
Nisahime replied to Nisahime's topic in Intermediate Floors
Making haste up the mountain side, the quest wasn’t allowing her to bypass the system like she did when she was grabbing her gloves. It was rather annoying. A Satyr just randomly appears in front of her. “I am” Morrighan puts a hand up to stop his talking “Don’t even start, just start walking” it tries to speak again but Morrighan holds up an index finger to he lips with a “SHHHHH” and points up the hill behind it, “Go on.” It finally gets the memo and turns. Good, she didn’t want to have to push the damn thing up the hill. If this is what she would have to do with every skill she got ranks in -
“Excuse me sir” saying as she lifts a ladybug off the herb she was about to grasp. She has been crafting a lot of potions, she needed to level to the games standards even though it was already known that she was better than everyone here. The speed of leveling would show them just that. Picking another herb, she didn’t need to stay in one place because it was all very clear to her. She walks a few feet and attempts another before something pops up on her HUD screen. “HEY not cool” reading it for a second, “Oh you are so one” swiping it shut after accepting the challenge. Glancing to the map, s
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'Ma... Ma...' Mari paused mid-step at the odd utterance, it caught her off guard. A certain kind of chill hit her stomach. her brow furrowed as she turned over her shoulder gaze falling on the silver haired woman. She was about ready to chastise her, Mari wasn't a mother. Not anymore. Mari had many people call her that in the past, players who - for some reason had looked up to her, or found solace in her. But that was so long burried in her past. Once upon a time Mari played into it, almost needed the validation - after having lost her own daughter but the weight of that pressure got to
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Hidden didn’t move as the mirror of her dagger hit the grass, its glint of steel flashing once before vanishing into the tangle of green. Her eyes tracked it, but only for a moment. Then they found the girl again, already leaning against the tree like all of this was routine. When the words landed — “pleading and praying for purpose” — Hidden let out a short breath, not quite a laugh. “That’s a bit dramatic,” she said dryly, though there wasn’t much heat behind it. Her gaze dropped to the grass, fingers flexing absently at her sides. “I didn’t beg for anything. I made a choice.” She paused, th
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She moved in again, blade humming with quiet light, the same art she’d executed twice before. But this time, her hand wavered — just slightly. The curved sword swept forward, precise in shape but not in timing. The boarlet ducked under the swing with a grunt, kicking off the ground and bounding to the left. Dust swirled where her edge struck, but the boarlet’s hitbox remained untouched. Miyuki exhaled through her nose, jaw tight. Another mistake. Not fatal not yet but every miss felt like a lost step in the dance. “Don’t force the rhythm. Let it come to you.” The
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[PP-F09] Bless Your Little Bandit Heart <<Bandit Camp>>
Jomei replied to Siren's topic in Beginner Floors
The sound of Siren's rapier slicing into the hip of the bandit drew the attention of all around her. A mix of shock that she attacked one of their own and excitement that they'd get to see some action. It caught Jomei's eye as well, but instead he looked at the health bar that appeared beside the bandit as the attack landed. A paper thin sliver of green was taken away from the total. "Hoo-boy.." Jomei muttered under his breath through a sigh. He had help onto a bit of hope that Siren was just being humble, at that she could hold her own in combat. This quest, at least, seemed a bit above -
Hidden blinked, half-expecting some pushback, or at least a question — but instead, the woman just let out a sigh and started reeling in her line, all the grace of someone giving up their last bit of peace for the day. No argument. No snark. Just a quiet sort of resignation, like she’d been through this routine before and already knew how it ended. Hidden watched, a little stunned, as the stranger packed up her things with the air of someone being evicted rather than confronted. No fire, no challenge — just a muttered promise to leave, like her presence had been a burden from the start. I
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The journey back to Zackariah's shop passed without incident and as Sunny closed the door after entering he heard the familiar voice greet him. "Ah, so you're back. How did it go? Were you successful?" Selecting his inventory and then the quest item, a plant stem with bright green leaves appeared in front of Sunny and he grabbed it from mid-air before placing it on the counter in front of the Alchemist. "It took longer than I would have liked, but I found this. I hope it will suffice?" Zackariah picked up the herb and inspected it before nodding. "Yes, this will do nicely." Rea
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As Oscar spoke to his two...students? Friends? As Oscar spoke to both Lysette and Abellio Mari leaned toward Oscar, head on his sweaty shoulder. At least the tension was gone now. So it seemed the problem more so stemmed from the fact he didn't warn them about her first? Mari snorted. Yeh, that sounded like Oscar. Orange Players are a little scary, yanno? "More than you know." Her voice quiet, downcast eyes closing with a heavy sigh. All the things she had experienced lately. She was so used to the seedy underbelly of Aincrad that it was hard to forget that it was not the norm. Regul
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Redemption. Second chances. The opportunity to do better. It was the same thing Lydia was doing. Making up for the past, taking control of her life. Wasn't that the entire reason she'd rid herself of her tattoos and piercings. Lydia had reinvented herself in Aincrad. To the point that she dreaded the day they would leave. Those marks would be back. Those reminders that she'd let other people live her life for her. She couldn't bring herself to begrudge Mari her own reinvention. With a soft sigh, she also put away her weapon. Her shoulders slumped forward for a moment, then her back strai
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"Nah, it isn't really that deep for me," Abellio said. He put his sword away, signalling that his past discomfort was all but gone. All he'd wanted was a little extra information. Some context. Not to be jump-scared by a PKer when he thought he was just out for a casual stroll. His gaze shifted over to Mari, giving her a bright smile. "You know Oscar, he's pretty stingy with the details. I was just a little surprised, is all. If he's out here balling out with you, I know he's got a reason for it. It would have just been nice to know that reason before I rocked up. Orange Players are a little s
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It was still tense, but things were more workable now. Oscar gave Mari a smile. Truth be told, it was 100 grand that Oscar would have been happy to pay. Beyond the goofs and gaffes and the murderous control, Oscar was a romantic at heart. It was so fun watching the two slowly become ever more entwined. If he lost the bet at this exact moment, he wouldn't have been upset. But he would have been disappointed with the fact that he didn't get to witness the blooming stretch out. People, he found, were his favorite show. "I've made a point to teach both of you a lot of things," Oscar sai
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[F01 - PP] Highschool Reunion <<The First Few Lessons>>
Theo replied to Theo's topic in Beginner Floors
Theo was all smiles, if not a tad sad for the killing of a creature, even if said creature was not currently living. It's okay Theo. This is the only way I will get closer to the ultimate goal of eating good food... or any food that isn't the cheapest bread and water one can buy at an inn. The archer's stomach rumbled in response to this thought. They could almost taste the sugary drinks that would have been a health concern in the real world. Another squee passed over the beginning fields, and Theo knew what needed to be done next. Theodore removed the sweater, a mixture of browns, orang -
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Mari sighed as she rolled over onto her back, eyes squinting against an all too bright sky above. Clear blue without the reprise of clouds to stem the heat of the sun. Such a vast difference from the floor below. She listened to Freyd. He started talking about tanks, recent raid bosses - mechanics...all things she didn't have too much interest in but did her best to give him the ear that he had given her so many times before. "Must be hard." Was all she could master for the situation. "I got so frustrated...when people I tried to help would leap itno danger." She thought of Yuki, who had one t
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"Smart, even. You should keep your guard up around Orange Players. But Mari is a friend. And she needed help with some boss drops. And rather than have to camp the spawn for the next hour, I figured you guys could come help speed things along." "Not wrong." Mari said as Oscar called them both smart for keeping their guard up around her. "Keepin' guard up is good - but being antagonistic, or rude can also....set people off." She spoke from experience, and from current knowledge of the laughing coffin members she had run into as of late. "W-whoaah..." Mari was pulled to the sid
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the walls are unscalable and so high one can only see a strip of floor 25’s ceiling directly above their path. arabelle and yuki’s steps echo, and when they reach a split in the maze, it is shaped like the upper half of an asterisk — six branches in six directions. dim, past the first few meters. arabelle points to a white chalk mark on yuki’s left. “there!” it’s so small that anyone other than arabelle would have struggled to follow the trail itself. they don’t talk this time, either. every moment spent in the maze carries the risk of one or four of its monsters popping up
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Abellio didn't even notice. Not the feint intended to frighten or the almost-attack that Lydia had made. It was rather difficult to notice such things with a big fuck-off firebird bearing down on them. And it seemed that the least focused of the bunch was the most locked in for this fight. He did, of course, have something to prove. Getting better and honing his skills were paramount. And he would seize upon every opportunity to do just that. To prove that he had been doing just that. And so the three behind him had their exchange. As they did, Abellio was driving his sword into the newly-rise
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What surprised Lydia wasn't how quickly she reacted to Mari's feint, it was how casually she did it. Lydia saw how Mari moved as Abellio turned his back and just reacted. And if it hadn't been for Oscar, she would have tagged her. The gravity of her actions sank in. It worried her. Lydia didn't hesitate. In that split second, it looked like Abellio was in trouble and she threw herself into a fight that she doubted she would truly be able to win. But what worried her the most was that she didn't feel the slightest remorse over it. If the choice was between Mari and Abellio, she would choo
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"Whoa there Seabiscuit," Oscar said as he rushed forward. His words were not meant to chastise Mari, but Lysette. Mari would be the same firecracker she always was. Abellio would probably be too stupid to notice. But Lysette had a nasty habit of losing her composure. A knee jerk reaction. She probably wouldn't even realize her spear was just inches away from Mari's neck, ready to catch her on the turn around. Not until Oscar parried the blow bare-handed, slapping the flat of the spearhead up and off its deadly trajectory. "Fair being fair, I think we can agree it's a perfectly reasonable
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