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Plum watched Sin make her great show of bravado, a hint of incredulity slipping through the tired edges of the former's expression. "For the record, my knees were not about to buckle," she said dryly, evidently a little offended by the remark. A pause. She could quip further about not being a damsel in distress -at least, not in instances of social rejection- but to appear spiteful to the woman offering her help was not in her best interests, nor those of the missing players. She needed to segue back to the matter at hand. "I was simply.. biding my time. Re-evaluating my choices. Which now inc

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“I got to see dragons, today. I wish you were with me. The people I was with were.. Jaded? I think that’s a good word. They – they aren’t like me. They didn’t break down when all this started. They didn’t fail, not like me. They kept going. Fought for, what, years, now? Not like my pathetic ass, coming into the game late and still feeling like I can somehow help. They’ve been up there, on what we call the front lines, putting their lives at stake to try getting everyone out.” Reytac rubbed his face, his shoulders slumped down as he talked. At first he’d been a little excited, falling into his

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Jack blinked slowly as Alinta tore a small piece of bread and pressed it gently on his lips. The smell hit him first, warm, savory, familiar. Katsu.. His mind tripped over the word, reaching for a memory that refused to form. He hadn't tasted one in what felt like forever, but the flavor, the crisp batter, the tang of sauce, filled the silence like sunlight through fog. "It's like we're sort of on a picnic together," he murmured, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. The words escaped him before he realized how fragile they sounded. The room was too still, too gentle for the wo

Halloween night. Reytac had gone around to various haunted houses, saying hello to some others – he’d even managed to meet one of his guild mates without realizing it. But now, the night was done, and he was sitting at his work table, nursing a drink slowly. Aphrael was out, flying around, so he was utterly by himself as he sat at the table. “I hate this. I hate not being able to spend tonight with you. In-we should be watching horror movies and snuggled up under a blanket together, right now. I hate that I missed your birthday, again.” He took a long, slow drink from his drink – he didn’

Vex's laughter grated against his nerves, but Jack didn't flinch. He held his ground, eyes narrowing beneath the shadow of his bangs. When the jester finally spoke, voice dripping with mockery, "Ohh, does she tickle your fancy?" Jack's response was immediate, flat. "Tickle my fancy? No." No hesitation. No humor. His tone carried the weight of someone who'd seen enough madness to know better than to joke. Then came the next wave, sing-song words that twisted through the forest air, manic and bright. "Ahh. She slipped so perfectly into wonderland, Oh Alice!" Jack's jaw t

Reytac sat at his work table, one elbow planted on the wood and his chin propped in his palm. He was watching Aphrael, his new raven familiar, bounce around the workshop with short little hops, her beak pecking at the little tools and chains that he had scattered around the room. She was pecking at anything that caught her eye, and Reytac was content to just watch her. “She’d love you, Aphrael.” The raven turned her head to look at him with one eye, the liquid orb shimmering under the light filtering through his window. Reytac managed a weak smile as he pressed on. The panic attack that C

Reytac staggered into his home, exhaustion settling over his shoulders like a heavy blanket. He had made sure Teion got home safely, her significant other taking her with a grateful expression as Reytac helped him get her inside. She’d sobered up some after their trek through the stormy 29th floor, but not enough where Rey had felt safe letting her travel back alone. No, going home, alone, was his burden to bear. He closed the door behind him and slumped against it, the rough wood of the door scratching at his back as he let his breath out in a sharp gasp. Talking with Teion had been – ca

A different day. Reytac staggered into his workshop and slumped down onto his bench, holding his right hand against his left shoulder, cursing out loud. He had been trying to do a fight against some of the mobs on one of the later floors – they all started started bleeding together, forest after forest. And he hadn’t been paying attention, when he really should have, his attention on one of the mobs he was fighting, a wolf, and another had leapt from behind him to clamp itaits maw down on his shoulder. He had managed to fight it off, and take them both out, and staggered back to Town

His feet stung slightly as he walked across the rough wooden floor. He hadn’t bothered putting on even socks, or house shoes, instead going barefoot as he trudged towards the kitchen. He came to a stop in front of the sink, and leaned over to turn on the faucet and let it run for a moment. A slow, deep breath, and he cupped water in his hands to splash against his face. One hand reached out and blindly groped to find the hand towel that had been on the counter, and he blotted his face dry after a moment of letting the cold water sit there and drip from his beard and nose. He turned around and

Reytac groaned as a soft alarm rang out, dragging him out of his sleep. He swatted blinding out, shutting off the alarm, then rolled over to wrap his arm around her. His arm settled around her waist and he buried his nose in the hair at the back of her neck, drawing in a deep breath – and sneezing, violently, as the smell of pine overwhelmed him. He sat up abruptly, his heart hammering in his chest, as he blinked the last dregs of sleep out of his eyes. She wasn’t there, he’d just been wrapping his arms around the pillows that he’d shoved down the side of the bed, to fill the spot where she sh

’Are you still enjoying yourselves?’ The sound of Nemo’s voice caused both to look back suddenly, startled by his quiet appearance in their immediate vicinity. Nari cursed herself for not being more aware. Though nothing terrible had occurred, she knew better than to let her guard down – even if the area was relatively calm and safe. Dangers could present anywhere, and considering that she wasn’t alone, that only meant she would let more than herself down. ’Well enough so, thanks Nemo. Just relaxing and enjoying everything the garden has to offer.’ Onora glanced up and smiled at the man a

’Firstly, the waters here don’t go rancid like you’d expect, so that wouldn’t be a problem.’ Nari wrinkled her own nose as she spoke, though in more of a comedic mimicry of the other woman, than in any form or appearance of disgust. ’And secondly, I’d be maintaining it fairly often, so it wouldn’t get to smell that bad to begin with!’ ’Sure, like you clean the kitchen area, right?’ The words were a jest, but as Nari glanced over, she couldn’t help but wonder if her lack of assistance and general help in the kitchen wasn’t secretly bothering Onora. She knew better than to ask outright – th

For a long moment Cascade couldn't move. The world had stilled- her heartbeat thundered too loud, her breath caught somewhere between her ribs and her throat. His warmth lingered, the echo of his lips presses against her skin like a phantom she didn't know how to banish. The air between them crackled, fragile and electric. Her gaze darted from his eyes to his mouth, then away, then back again. What just happened? Her mind screamed to think, but her body was still suspended in aftershock. Her pulse thundered, refusing to settle. The word forgive hung in the air, raw and trembling. S

’It’s too bad, really…’ She started the typical thought process, expecting to head down a repetitive conversation that always ended the same. Something in Nari shifted though, and she found herself uninterested in the conversation suddenly. A few breaths of pause followed the start of her statement, before she figured out something else to say instead. ’…I mean, it’s too bad that we don’t have access to this place more easily. Imagine how much fishing I could do if I only had to walk into the backyard…might be worth considering a housing expansion, at some point.’ ’Just what we need, a fi

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It was time to finally check another item off Wulfrin's ever growing To-Do list. That item was collecting the ever elusive life stealing sword art. Wulfrin had been eying this quest for awhile now, but since unlocking his unique skill, the quest seemed even easier. Wulfrin made his way through the streets of floor 14's creepy teleport plaza in nothing more than a simple tunic and trousers. He had opted for the hyper offense approach considering he was traveling with a literal thorny wall that was more than capable of drawing all the attention and damage from him. "Oh hey look it's Acanthu

’You’re right, it’s easy to find yourself overly relaxed here…isn’t it?’ Onora glanced towards the fields in the distance, and Nari found herself nodding naturally along with the commentary. She let her gaze follow the blonde’s, taking in the various environment and wondering if it could ever have been something more inviting. If Aincrad could have been a second home to those who were stuck here now. ’If it wasn’t so dangerous…’ She wasn’t surprised at Onora’s similar train of thought. They’d had many a discussion about it in the past; going over how Aincrad could have been such a wonder,

Nari was content to listen to Onora’s planning and scheming for a while, the calmness of the activity mixed with the leisure of her fishing experience putting her into an almost trance like existence. Her mind wandered, though where or over what she could not quite say – all she knew for certain was that she was focused upon the fishing, and the dangers around her, while also being entirely disconnected from the world in a sense. ’Still awake?’ The voice cut through the depths of her thoughts, and Nari found herself slowly looking towards Onora with a sudden realisation that the woman’s w

Reytac wrapped the grayed out leather mask around his lower face, cutting off the pervasive ash that seemed to always be drifting downwards no matter how long he’d sat in the teleporter pavilion waiting for it to subside. It was strange, to see a place where the main source of lighting was literal thin streams of lava that wound through everything. He held up one hand and flexed it, watching the red hues on his skin shift and dance under the unnatural light and color shifting. A shuffling on his shoulder made him glance at Aphrael, who seemed distinctly unhappy here. One hand reached up and sc

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Of course they bit off more than they could chew. Dumbasses had no sense of proportion. And from Plum’s story, it sounded like quite the mystery. An important one. Because if people were going missing and not responding to messages, there was more at play than anyone realized. Stakes were higher than anyone realized. To the point that - in all honesty - if it had come across her plate before Plum had apprised her of the situation, Sin would have set off to handle it herself. And by “handle it,” she totally meant that she was gonna sic Oscar’s Hounds on it. “I don’t have to do a lot o

She ought to have been used to it by now. It was always the same old song and dance: she would join a small party, offering whatever support she could provide (financial, strategic), in exchange for their protection on ventures outside of the safe zones. “I don’t fight,” she always warned them, before sifting through her inventory to share teleport crystals with the group. Never had the name of a weapon flashed across the screen. “My safety is my top priority.” “Then why not take responsibility for your own safety?” the leader of party spat at her once they had regroup