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Reytac sent off a message to both Nari and Acanthus – the two ladies had expressed at least mild interest in continuing the quest chain, and while he had needed a little time to re-equip himself that was now finished. He fidgeted, adjusting some of the buckles on the riveted leather. It was entirely a psychosomatic thing, he knew, since the game ensured the fit was fine, but he still felt like there were places where the armor was a bit too snug, and others where it was too loose, so he was constantly making minor adjustments to it. The brunette still wasn’t geared to the same level as either

DATE: [11/3/25] RANK 9 BLACKSMITH | [EXP: 3993/5119] | Daily Crafting Attempts: 10+4=14*2=28 RANK 1 TAILOR | [EXP: 0/19] RANK 3 ARTISAN | [EXP: 43/79] RANK 7 ALCHEMIST | [EXP: 1837/2559] RANK 5 COOK | [EXP: 220/319] RANK 1 PERFORMER | [EXP: 0/39] RANK 1 APPRAISER | [EXP: 0/100] CRAFTING BUFFS: All Profession Ambition Tools +1 EXP per craft Extended Workshop (Artisan, Blacksmith, Alchemist, Performer, Cook, Appraiser) +2 EXP per craft with those professions Trading Hall 3 +2 EXP per craft | Salvage on LD 4 | +4 crafting attempts Using Workaholic's Draft | Crafte

Alinta gave a small exhale. Relieved he was able to drink. “That’s it…” she reached out to run a hand through his head. “Nice and slow. Y-you’ve been through a lot.” Alinta didn’t know what he had been through. Or why those strange people knew his name. Why they were screaming, stark raving mad… and why he had invited her to that clearing in the first place. Did he get tricked? Scar was so level headed and cautious, he didn’t seem like the type of person who would be easily swayed. Once Scar had emptied his cup Alinta carefully took it, leaning over to the side table and placin

I laughed, watching him lower his hands - slowly, ever so slowly. My, if I wanted to, I could have done him in ten times over by now. He thought he was being slick? Safe? Sly? Still, no use bursting his precious little bubble yet. I shrugged when he started asking me questions about Alice. “Ohh, does she tickle your fancy? All I know is that she's the bosses masterpiece. You were too addled to notice, no? How he dotes on her.” I pressed my palms to my cheeks. “Oohhh..you should have seen it! Ahh. she slipped so perfectly into wonderland, Oh Alice! Yes Alice! My sweet little Alice.” I wou

He didn't know why she cried, only that she did. The great vexation of man came when a woman cried. The impulse to fix, to correct. To take away the offending emotions. To make it better. A storm of primal impulse struck him, full-force. It would consume a lesser man. Blow them away. Sweep them up into its current. But hurricanes were natural disasters. They left more harm than good in their wake. Oscar was not fool enough to think that he could take her pain away. He wanted all of her. To devour all of her. Her story, her thoughts. Her laughter, her delight. Her fears and her pain. Greed

"Don't worry, I'm not going to ask you to fool around with any roses today, little Jack." His guard stayed up, but something in the man's tone made Jack believe him, at least for the moment. He lowered his arm that had been covering his mouth and nose, though he maintained distance, every step measured, eyes sharp. "Those two.." Jack's voice was low, controlled. "Alice.. Tybalt.. Are you.. working with them? Or following them? What do you know about her? From him?" Each word carried suspicious, but also urgency. He had to understand the scope of this before it became dangerous.

The man immediately covered his nose and mouth, I tilted my head to the side. “Hmm?” I never did quite catch what little Alice did to the man, just that her whole little schtick was with flowers, roses in particular. Oh. Ohh. I see…It made sense, why he was practically twitching on the floor, smart. Alice was smart. I hadn’t pegged her to be, I thought in all honesty she was a little bit of a dimwit. “Ah!” My grin grew slow, languid. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to ask you to fool around with any roses today, little Jack.” I hadn’t a clue what his actual name was, and I didn’t care. If sw

The voice came out of nowhere, a playful lilt that didn't belong in a forest this still. "Ohooo~" Jack's eyes followed the movement of something, and immediately an image flashed in his mind, white hair,sharp and layered, swept to the side like a blade of snow. Before he could even process it, the man swung down from the tree, upside-down, red glove pressing a single finger against the tip of Jack's nose. "Well, if it isn't the one-eyed Jack." Jack jerked back, a reflex born of instinct and memory. His boots dug into the earth as he covered his mouth and nose, breath tight

The pillow was comforting under the back of his head but the pain in his neck from the effort of moving was still there. Alinta, no, Raven, was careful, almost painfully so, as she adjusted him into place. He could feel her trembling when her fingers brushed against his arm, steadying him just enough for the cup to meet his hands. The faint clink of plastic against his fingers echoed too loudly in the quiet room. Her hands were shaking, not from weakness, but something heavier, like guilt threading through every movement. For a moment, the world seemed to exhale. The chaos, the fight, the

I just wanted to give it a chance A desperate plea from a trembling woman whose innocence seemed so misplaced, a simple desire to help a pitiful creature. Just wanting to give something, anything a chance at life. Mari drew in a breath, she understood. Mari felt it was grossly misplaced…but she understood. A small exhale as her eyes softened, a hand reaching out to place on top of the foxes head, offering it a pat. “Not everything deserves that chance though.” Heavy words spoken from experience of a world that that burned the woman one too many times. Something was off about her, how

“Ohooo~” I noticed his approach, solid steps filled with purpose and determination. Eyes shifting around as though he were looking for something. Or someone. He was sans his little bird. I was going to ignore him initially, because frankly - I didn’t care. But he had a sort of wild determination in his eyes that I just found… so… very.. Delectable. I licked my lips. Finding my own form of fun. “HellooOOoo~” I swung, hanging upside down from the tree, so his my landed smack bang right in front of the man. I giggled. “Well, if it isn’t the one eyed Jack.” I lifted a red gloved hand ‘bo

Three weeks. It hadn't felt that long. The days since Tybalt and Alice still carried the same bitter taste, smoke and silence, fragments of memory that refused to fade no matter how far he walked. The Eighth Floor had left a scar that time couldn't quite reach. The kind that followed in the quiet moments, when everything else went still. The forests here were different. Alive. The canopy above was thick and deep, filtering the sunlight into scattered pockets of gold that danced across moss-covered roots. Every breath carried the scent of damp wood and earth, a calm that was almost convinc

Alinta watched as he tried to lift his arm, fingers twitching and failing. “Don’t try to move too much yet.” A whispered plea as she began to run her perfectly manicured fingers through his hair, nails scraping lightly against his scalp, soothing and slow motions. "Alinta.." He swallowed, his voice sounding dry, raspy. “I’m here. I-O-Oh! Uh…H-Hang on….” Alinta opened her inventory, and pulled out a small thermos of green tea; it wasn’t much, a dingy brown looking thing, and the lid, a cup - a faded red. “This was…” She looked down at it, fingers dancing across its warm surf

Mari’s reaction to the source of Aeva’s current anguish shouldn’t have surprised anyone, though the white-haired girl kept finding herself reminded over and over again that this world wasn’t real. Most remembered this fact due to their daily interaction with it, but for Aeva, Aincrad was still so brand new. Video games in general were, so it was incredibly easy for her to get immersed to the point of forgetting what was reality and what was fiction. Still… When she looked at that creature, lying and shivering in the snow, it stirred something in the girl. Something she didn’t fully understand.

The cool weight of the towel on his forehead brought a brief, fragile peace. The pounding in his head dulled to a rhythm he could almost ignore, and for a moment, he could pretend he was fine, that the world wasn't still flickering around him like a dying flame. His vision blurred and steadied in uneven intervals, Alinta's silhouette bending and reforming through the haze. He could hear her movements, careful and deliberate, the quiet drag of fabric, the faint tremor in her breath. She was trying so hard to keep herself together. And that hurt more than anything else. Jack tried to l

The healer continued to help Aeva along, both in her health and spirit. No matter how much she would rather wish otherwise, he was probably right. It was far better she learn everything at once, and she was grateful that this hermit had the foresight to know that. Aeva wasn’t sure that she could have done the same thing if the roles were reversed. To tell someone everything the healer told her and brace for their reaction. Aeva wasn’t sure she could kill their hope like that. Luckily, the man working to save her life also tried to ease the trauma of the ordeal as best he could. While nothing w

Sitting upon a tree; a solitary quiet tree that stood between a fork in the road that led both into and out of Taft sat a figure dressed all in white; fine pressed cotton, freshly laundered. He hummed a light-hearted tune, balancing a dagger upon a single gloved finger. Every so often he’d toss it into the air and caught it again. There was not much to do, on call for the boss, and Khione was still not talking to him ever since he outed himself as a Laughing Coffin member. Little silly woman - worried she too would be exposed. If she were so concerned, why join in the first place. Such wo

Her head shot up hearing his feeble voice, the faint vibrato was all it took to have Alinta straight to his side. Shaking hands clasped tight over his outstretched one as she shuffled forward toward the bed on her knees. “Oh Scar…” She whispered, a deep shuddered whisper, a release she so sorely needed. The woman didn’t realize just how much this would affect her. “I’m so sorry..” A whisper as she pressed her head into his shoulder, leaning over him in the bed. “You told me you’d leave scars on my heart but I let them all over you… I wanted to show you what I bought but…n-not like this.”

The world had become a flickering blue of color and sound. He couldn't distinguish what was real anymore. Light and shadow rippled across his vision, like sunbeams warping beneath the water. Somewhere in that haze, he remembered hearing her, Alinta's voice, cutting through the chaos. Initially, the voice was faint, frantic, and calling for help. Then it became close, trembling as she called his name. His impulse was to respond to her. To let her know that he was okay. The paralysis from the «Yellow Flower» crawled through his limbs, dulling every sensation, every attempt to move

She shivered, from fear…from the cold. Maybe from Mari’s presence herself. None were surprising for her. What was - was how the woman scrambled out from the safe confines of the plush blanket, falling forward into the snow to clutch at something. “What the-” Then, Mari realized what was happening. The wolf pack wasn’t just hunting the other woman. They had been tracking their prey. “Its just a-” Mari caught herself, biting her tongue. Mari didn’t really care about the creatures or NPCs of Aincard. They weren’t real. “It’s not real.” Mari said quietly. A terrible attempt to alleviate the

The two landed in a messy heap, with Alinta sprawled on top of Scar. Her weapon safely put away, the binds of her string no longer digging into his flesh, but his health had still trickled down, almost a quarter gone - her own, not much better. She groaned as she picked herself up. Her arm still hurts. “H-Help!” Her cries frantic, echoed loud and shrill above the hustle and bustle of the city center. “P-Please…someone!?” The few players that had seen her shuffled away. “Hello Don’t just-” Her head whipped back and forth, desperate, erratic. Wanting to gain someones attention. But no one seemed

For a long moment after he left she couldn't move. His jacket hung heavy on her shoulders- smelling faintly of smoke, liquor, and something sharp she couldnt quite name. It was far too big for her, the hem brushing her thighs, the weight of it pinning her to the moment. Her fingers clutched at the lapel unconsciously, like it might tether her to something solid while the world around her titled off its axis. The clubs lights pulsed below, rhythm synced to the frantic thrum in her chest. From her perch she caught flashes of him between the strobes- glimpses of a man transformed. He

The two landed in a messy heap, with Alinta sprawled on top of Scar. Her weapon safely put away, the binds of her string no longer digging into his flesh, but his health had still trickled down, almost a quarter gone - her own, not much better. She groaned as she picked herself up. Her arm still hurts. “H-Help!” Her cries frantic, echoed loud and shrill above the hustle and bustle of the city center. “P-Please…someone!?” The few players that had seen her shuffled away. “Hello Don’t just-” Her head whipped back and forth, desperate, erratic. Wanting to gain someones attention. But no one seemed

Alice screamed, again and again and again. She didn’t want to go back. She wanted to stay. She wanted to stay here in her wonderland. “Jack and JIll went up ThE Hill. I’m AliCe. I’M ALICE! Oh Jack be NiMBle JaCk be Quick…” Craized whispers as Alice tried to hold onto who she was, tried to drown out a feeble crack in her newly varnished veneer - one that asked her if this was right, the small voice of Ceres that would ask if the insanity was worth it. This isn't who I am Then, came Tybalt - in a flurry of spun confetti and ebbing sanity he flourished in the field, a tip of his hat, a

The howling and snarling grew only more intense as the creatures stalked ever forward, assuming their prey would make a run for it and deliberately watching her movements in case Aeva bolted. Yet the girl could not bring herself to move at all. It wasn’t fear, or even the lingering effect of her paralysis, that kept her in place. It seemed to be something else entirely. Something at the base of the tree made it impossible for her to leave. Not that it would have mattered much in the end, regardless, Aeva was certainly in no condition to outrun a pack of ravenous canines even if she wanted to.