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Only having just sat down, Arbalest quickly found herself in the same feelings those amongst the dancers. When those feeling began to dissipate instead of being re-introduced to the plate of food that she so desperately desired was replaced with a lovely looking woman. As great as she looked, Arbalest herself was not in costume -- besides the mask of course -- and was so surprised by the sudden shift of her position. It was quickly making her sick despite her prior experience. "Ugh...Fuji was less nauseating than that-" She started complaining before noticing Bliss. "Oh. You're not the ho

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The heat did not let up. It was very close to Jack's body, and was like a living creature pressing, heavy and hard, against his skin. However, he would have not been able to resist the overwhelming heat but to admire the scenery. Yōgan Village wasn't just situated near a volcano; it was a settlement that depended on the volcano for its materials. The town was encircled with sharp cliffs of turned lava. the remains of a very old eruption that, nowadays, was used as a town's protection. The houses were made of obsidian - large, partially hollowed-out pieces of volcanic glass, which under th

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“If you think I make orders sound like poetry than consider me your muse, your poet, your weaver of words.” Alinta would say between small kisses against his temple. Offering moments of affection at every chance she got. Doting on him as though he were the only person in the world. “But if my orders are poetry, then your laughter is my drug.” Another kiss, this time to his cheek. “One I’m already far too addicted to.” It was a wonder the two ever got anything done. Constantly whispering sweet nothings into each others ears, teasing and playing and trying to one up each other. Hot te

Jack blinked when her forehead hit the table, soft chuckle escaped him as he leaned forward slightly. "You alright there?" he teased, his voice carrying that quiet amusement only she could pull out of him. Before he could reach out, though, she kicked him under the table. That drew a deeper laugh from him , low and unrestrained this time. "Okay, okay, I get it. You want me to be serious for once." Her exasperation was endearing, the way she tried so hard to keep her composure even while he was sitting there smiling like an idiot. But when she grabbed his shirt and pulled him close, his la

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They whispered their name into his ear. (and time slowed. they’re close. intimate. maybe it had been ages since he’s had this much closeness pressed against someone else. shikari’s found his breath caught lodged in his throat from a gasp of air drunk deep, legs almost stilled from motion by the lack of distance between them. almost. there had been a whiff of something fragrant from their near presence, and shikari might’ve been convinced then that if he were willing to close his eyes, that worldspinning reverie would be no different than with prior bodies familiar he’d he

Alinta really didn’t think it was all that much trouble, she ordered a few extra drinks, she transcribed and collated a bunch of information, that took what? A few hours at best? So when he made another comment all Alinta could do was shrug. “No. I didn’t.” A simple reply spoken with honesty. She’d reach up and brush strands of black hair behind his ear, returning his gesture. “To me, it was no trouble. An effort as easily as breathing.” To see his soft smile. To hear the appreciation in his voice and his light laughter. “Keep up with me?” Alinta sounded exasperated. “Honey…I…I only have

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Post Action: Foraging for a Demonic Shard The forest around Jack felt heavier than usual, the mist lingering closer to the ground, muffling the subtle sounds of life. Every branch, every leaf seemed to watch him as he moved carefully, his boots pressing into the damp earth with measured steps. The compass pulsed faintly in his palm, a weak heartbeat that had guided him through countless failed attempts. The Demonic Shard remained elusive, hiding somewhere deeper, just out of reach. He once more went down on his knees and his gloved hand dug into the earth and it removed some moss an

Post Action: Foraging for a Demonic Shard The forest closed in on him, the trees standing as quiet witnesses, the shadows waiting as guards. Jack tightened his hold on the pass, sensing its weak beat from his hand. The woods didn't give up their secret despite Jack's cautious walk. The Demon Shard was still hidden. Once again, he was on the ground, looking everywhere in the dirt, removing leaves and bits of old bark. The roots were twisting on the earth as if they were snakes, thus Jack had to slow down his pace, walking carefully and intentionally. Everything was taken into account:

Post Action: Foraging for a Demonic Shard The‍‌‍‍‌‍‌‍‍‌ woods gave the appearance of being the same, however, the air was not as light, as if the trees had by now become conscious of his repeated interruptions. Jack was almost frozen for quite a while, the red flashing of the compass in his hand was very weak but visible. The light was very faint but it was surely the heartbeat of the compass pointing to the direction of his goal that till now had only been a mystery. One more time, he got down to the ground and checked it thoroughly just like he had done on his previous search. Tiny

As he observed her bring her chair closer to him with small movement, one after another. Jack's eyes softened. The warm of her body slightly touching his shoulder made him smile under his breath, a quiet, very intimate, private expression of his amusement and affection. "You really went through all this trouble, didn't you?" he murmured, his voice low and gentle. "You didn't have to, Alinta.. But I can't say I'm not glad you did." He reached out and brushed a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, letting his fingers linger for just a moment. The intimacy of the touch was deliberate, af

Spyglass In Effect 2/5 Posts ------------------------------ Small and timid steps lead her up toward the creaky old house, the air was cool..damp. And the scent of rotted marshland was steeped heavily in the still air of the floor. The woman missed the fresh breezes of the lower floors. The warmth of the sun. Here, it all felt muted...dreary. But, she supposed that was why the rumor lead her here in the first place. Alinta didn't want some simple animal for her familiar. She wanted something interesting, something fun something she'd never get to have in the real world. Otherwise...w

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Alinta spat out her drink, coughing when she saw the message he had sent her. Baby? He called her Baby? Alinta kept coughing and had to thump her chest with a closed fist to dislodge milk and cream. It was such a simple thing. Nothing more than a pet name but somehow, Alinta didn't expect that from him. Scar was tall, stoic, handsome. To have him write something like that? It was unexpected. The woman only just managed to catch her breath when he heard him from behind. A scrape of her chair against cobbled ground as she scrambled to get up. "Scar!" Alinta called out to him, turning to wrap her

Spyglass In Effect 1/5 Posts ------------------------------ Alinta took a deep breath. She was fine....this was fine... She was in a safe zone. Well...kind of... just on the outskirts of Dayurga...she was chasing a rumour of a haunted house. She was a little nervous about it, but wanted to do this on her own. Alinta knew Scar would be here in an instant, helping her, guiding her. Offering her words of support as she stepped out of her comfort zone but... she had to do this. She had to do this on her own. Alinta --> Scar: I'm by Dayurga. I'm going to try and get a familiar tod

Scar→ Alinta: On the way, baby. I'll be the guy running like he's late for the best day of his life. The message sent, Jack weaved his way through the busy teleport plaza, the buzz of voices and chatter filing the warm air. The sun was shining in the open area, and it was reflecting off the armors, glass, and signage, but his focus was on the little café ahead, the one she had talked about. Each step felt lighter than the last. Boyfriend. The word still didn't quite feel real. It carried weight, warmth, and a sense of belonging he hadn't known he needed until she said it. So, no

Spyglass (x3) | ID 156106 Use to reduce the number of posts required to search for a dungeon, familiar or field bosses by 5 posts. Effect lasts for one thread.

Oscar had certainly made his bed with this party. Now, he had to lie in it. He was in good company, he thought. But he thought that he could handle it. His own den of desire, a corner of their virtual prison clawed out from Cardinal’s hands. It was his. He wanted to share it. But now, his entire being screamed at him to leave it behind. This was dangerous. Intense. She would be the death of him. Some part of him, at least. Notions he had about his own state of being shattered as she looked up at him. She trembled. He did too. Why? What wound them so tightly together? What a