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Tread Closure: Freya | [Word Count: 3276/5 = 655.2] * [True Tier: 9] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 1.05] = 6192 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 928 col Kasumi | [Word Count: 3276/5 = 655.2] * [True Tier: 9] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 1.05] = 6192 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 928 col Keeping open, unsure if done right!

Jomei receives: King's Core (1) | [245847b] Blessing of the Wood (1) | [221413]

@Jomei King's Core (1) | [245847b] Blessing of the Wood (1) | [221413]

’What decision is that, exactly?’ Her voice was soft, no hatred or malice in it. Only a measure of confusion, questioning and an attempt to understand. But it didn’t necessarily convey an emotion of trust, or an acceptance of their words – if anything, it could be called prying. Whether that was noticed by the cloaked figure or not, Aoi couldn’t say for sure. ’The decisions…that ensure you keep living…even at the expense of others…the decision that ensures…you come out victorious. The ones…the ones that show you have the power to take control of this world, your part of it…to lead…to fo

Pride goeth before a fall, and this dude fell hard long ago. Wounded in the only thing keeping him from oblivion's infinite embrace, Steve hefted his only remaining and took a deep and regrettable whiff. "Yeah. Sorry to break it to you, pal, but she's right. You're absolutely rank. Like... make me want to retool my build to fight from a distance kind of rank." Another slice, this time taking up a chuck of desiccated thigh and mostly structural embalming wraps, Freyd kept taking their opponent bit by arduous bit, with a little help from afar. Except, this time the king had been wa

’I can see you thinking…considering…taking in all the information…’ The breathing had changed, more demanding on the voice than it had been seconds ago. Aoi couldn’t deny it now – whatever this thing was, it was barely holding on for life. Holding on, but quickly losing whatever grip it might have had. Aoi could already see that the thing would be finished shortly if she simply let it waste away. ’You’re trying to decide…if it’s safe to trust me…or if you should make the hard choice…the safe choice…the one that ensures you live…beyond this moment…That’s why I was sent here, you know…’ Ao

’Dangerous…but you finished…it…’ The figure slowly sat up, causing Aoi to leap to her feet in response and fumble for the firing mechanism on her crossbow. The hood remained over the figure’s features, and something about the thing’s form seemed to suggest that it was, in the moment, not looking to restart the fight by any means. ’You don’t…need that anymore…I don’t have the strength…to fight anymore. I’m finished here…whether you fire that or not…’ Aoi squinted towards the figure, noticing the wispy way that the cloak around its chest seemed to shake and move, as if suggesting that the

The arm had somehow managed to sneak its way back around and underneath Freyd, latching onto his leg in a sudden surprise attack that threw the fighter off balance – and more importantly, appeared to Aoi like some sort of hilariously poor rendition of the Night of the Dead. She found herself pausing long enough to watch with a smirk on her face as Freyd danced with the thing attached to his leg, only to stomp it into non-existence, alongside her smirk. ’I think he just wanted a hug!’ She called out suddenly, the meekness in her voice from earlier replaced by a sudden confidence that seeme

At least the strangeness wasn't one sided, Kasumi counted her blessings as she'd exhale all the tension she'd been holding onto up until now. "its ok, I'm also pretty nervous." she'd offer some shared relief poking at the one slice of cake she'd taken, another nibble of overtly sugary fudge with an upside down fork. "Well lemme see. Eruda likes clothes, and uh... Reading. She cooks a lot but not advanced stuff." It was surprisingly easier to lay out a description of someone else then herself. Spinning her finger in the water with a fork sticking out of her face, the girl takes to listening int

Darts continued to fly from a distance, peppering the undead king with a panoply of paraphernalia sticking out at odd angles. The one embedded in the gaunt fleshy remains of his throat was particularly amusing, bobbing and he stumbled about. Losing that arm had really done a number of his balance. Grinning widely beneath his cowl, Freyd instantly regretted his own cockiness as something grabbed him by the ankle. "What the... ?!" It was the arm, clutching at him despite the severity of its detachment. Throw off rhythm by the sudden grapple, Freyd's swing went wide, barely turning i

Freya twists her head locking eyes with Kasumi. It would seem that Freya was doing that thing again. Gaius got after her several of times about being so random. One time he even grabbed her by the shoulders and just told her to stop talking and breath. "I'm sorry Kasumi," saying as she slinks into the warmness. Thinking about how many topics came up in just the few minutes, the poor girl was listening to commercials on a damn radio. Taking a few minutes to breath, crossing her legs in the water as she closed her eyes. Her hands would float on top of the liquid. "Sometimes my brain goes wild an

She wasn’t sure which was louder to her ears; the sudden snap of the crossbow’s firing mechanism as it launched the bolt, or the impact as it tore through the side of the Gemini’s face, causing it to spin and fall to the ground in a heap. The hood had returned to cover the Gemini’s face, and Aoi found a measure of peace now that the mirror like expressions had disappeared from sight – the feature more unnerving than Aoi had noticed at first, or during the fight itself. Now that it was gone, however, she felt a measure of tension disappear from her as she fell back against the rock that she had

Aoi’s bolt released from her crossbow, the ammunition slamming into the ground only a pair of steps too far from the Gemini. The mirror image of herself didn’t hesitate, lunging towards Aoi even as she struggled to get another of the bolts loaded into the weapon, trying to bring it up and finish the fight before she could be stabbed once more. Aoi felt as the weapon slammed into her side, sending her reeling backwards once more and careening off a nearby stone that had lined the edge of the pool. Shit, that hurt! There was no denying the pain as she gritted her teeth, her mind trying to

Whether it was lost in its own thoughts, or simply hadn’t expected the movement, the Gemini reeled backwards as Aoi’s bolt struck the left side of its shoulder. She’d thrown her arm upwards and released the bolt suddenly in a hope to catch her opponent off guard – the ploy working almost perfectly as the Gemini stared back in a mixture of confusion and shock, the mirror mask expression breaking away as it seemed to allow its own emotions to roil through to the surface. Or is that my own shock and surprise at my success in the gambit? Whatever the reason for it, Aoi had managed to cut into

The Gemini feinted left, before moving towards the right – a coincidence that happened to work in the favour of Aoi as she dodged to the left immediately, her mind realising too late that she had made her way towards the Gemini’s original path of attack. By the time either one realised what had occurred, they had already passed each other and slid to a stop almost directly across from where they’d started. ’Was…woops?’ Aoi felt a grin come to her face despite the severity of the situation, the hilarity of such a silly accident overcoming any fear or concern she had about the Gemini’s atte

It was either the heat from the water or Freya's strange hyperactive leaping from topic to topic that was making her head spin. It was all just a little overwhelming, and very very strange. Kasumi sinks in just a little deeper, covering the lower half of her face with the water. Peeking out with just her eyes, kind of how a gator would. The blonde was excitable and bombastic, wound up and felt completely random. Trying her best to compute the odd ball expression of all these facts like they were going to end up on some sort of pop quiz, Kasumi hesitates as she slinks back up to allow herself t

They’d both moved at the same time, Aoi’s crossbow hand coming up as the Gemini figure dove beneath her line of sight and rolled back to its feet. The bolt that Aoi had fired the moment they’d both moved launched into the distance, disappearing into a collection of shrubs and brush behind the Gemini, and ceasing to exist as far as Aoi was concerned. In response to the Gemini’s own attack, Aoi had launched herself backwards, slamming her back into the ground as she’d fallen – less than gracefully – to the ground before rolling to the side and popping back to her feet. Rather than chase her

The bolt slammed directly into the thing’s throat, causing the hood to fall back and reveal the face beneath. Whoever the NPC was meant to be, the appearance was anything but what Aoi would have expected as she stared into familiar features. That’s…me. The face was an exact replica of her own, the eyes staring back at her knowing what she was seeing, and apparently taking pleasure in her surprise and confusion. Aoi paused for a brief second, before remembering that she was still fighting. Moving backwards, she reloaded the crossbow as she tried to drive the oddness of the persona before h

She could feel as the dagger slammed into her side, sending her reeling and rolling away from the hooded figure. A health bar and name had appeared above its head, and Aoi caught sight of the words just as she was pulled away from the thing and tossed to the ground. The Gemini? I guess this is the boss thing I’m supposed to face…damned if that didn’t hurt. She’d glanced up at her own health bar, seeing the massive dip in her health and suddenly wondering if she’d bit off more than she could chew with this fight. ’Fear is natural. Fear of harm. Fear of pain. Fear of death. Have you overcom

Things were going well, though Aoi wasn’t blind to the fact that her original plan to face the King alone would have been suicide. She would have to make it up to Freyd, she knew that – though how she could, was beyond her at the moment. She stood back, reloading her crossbow and eyeing the fight going on between the King and Freyd – that’s the real fight here, I’m just the annoying wasp at the edges of existence – awed by the power shown between the two figures. There was no doubt to any here who was holding the true power in it all, though, as Freyd removed the arm from the Kingly figure wit

[Spectral Knight Kill] [EV-PP-F29] <<Fatal Error>> If not to-knight, then when?

"Good work everyone, let's head back to the base camp at Hirru's wagon and see if any more of these things have been sighted. Hopefully someone there has an idea if the end is in sight. We need to figure out what's going to trigger the boss fight before one of these slips through to the lower floors and starts duping itself for real." With an almost ceremonial slash of his sword, Baldur sheathed the blade at his hip once more, the water flying form the tip of his blade in lieu of blood. There was no blood here, but the rain off the blade made it feel more real. The explosion of pixels was

Baldur uses his Tech-D shatter sword art on the second head, trying to get them all low enough to put them into the read so that everyone can finish them off once the boss summons. Battle Healing 55 EN Recovery: 4 Tier +8 Recovery +3 Hyper -13 En Shatter ID#246008 BD: 2+9-2-1=Hit Tech-D 23*16=368 Raw -55MIT = 313 DMG Dealt CD: 10 STB Unlocked ID#246009 Recovery Proc CD:10 +8 Energy -30 HP Thorns DMG [2/2/0] <<Baldur>> HP: 1107/1137 | EN: 120/132 | DMG: 23 | MIT:138 | ACC:7+1+1 | AA | KEEN: 1 | F-SPIRIT | EVA:3 | BH:55 | REC: 8 | FLN: 8 | BLI: 32/-20 | BRN:

The apparitions that walked the room had startled Sable. Did they appear once the door had been shut or had he missed them entirely during the commotion leading up to them bursting through the doors. Regardless they had looked almost completely corporal, unless you looked at them long enough to catch the lightest hint of the wall behind them showing through. As the two advanced into the mausoleum they passed by, and sometimes through, several thin and extremely pale individuals. "I wonder who they were." he asked aloud, inspecting a man and a woman having what appeared to be a fruitful convers

“Too tarnished?” Oscar’s words came out with an incredulous inflection. He cocked an eyebrow, his eyes locking onto hers. He was quiet for a long moment. He took exception to the notion. Just who had told her that? And what did her past have to do with the here and now. Oscar existed in the present. He didn’t let his own past hang over him. He accepted it. It was formative. Important. Every single moment coalescing into the person her was right now. It was the same for everyone. It didn’t define them, merely created them. Everyone, everything. And it was true for Mari as well. “That