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"do you consider yourself a scout, morningstar?" "Er--yes." "have a fully leveled [searching] skill?" "I do." He was locked onto her hand, not quite sure what to expect (although it should have been obvious). She snapped her fingers and it was like she was never there at all. Either Arabelle's stealth rating was incredibly high or Morningstar was losing his mind. She reappeared a moment later, but that didn't tell Star anything more. He eyed her, properly perplexed, but she had already moved on to the next topic of conversation. "I'd ask you the same thing,"

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"Aw man, what? That's so lame..." No fight? Gambit was crestfallen... but he recovered quickly. Not five seconds after the news, he was back with a fresh bounce in his step. There was no way there was a dragon quest without there being a requirement to slay a dragon. Not in a fantasy game like this. He had to give himself a mental pat on the back for piecing that together, though -- but he was careful not to come off as too smug. Gambit would keep it to himself for the meantime. They'd catch on sooner or later. He couldn't help but pick up on the weird vibes the two girls were givi

In a brilliant flash of light and a few deft strokes of his sword, Morningstar dispatched three of the four remaining Revenants. The fourth was heavily injured -- it limped along towards the inert automata with a stubborness befitting a lines of code given flesh, and Pinball watched as Morningstar watched it go. It lurched after Pinball briefly, but he smoothly sidestepped and let it continue on its way. He gave Morningstar a brief look, and then took another few steps away from the fight as a whole. Maybe not finishing it off said more about him than it did about Morningstar, but Pinball wasn

"Thanks Ang, preciate it." CosmiQueen grabs Vermillion Chastity Belt | Tierless Trinket | LD III

"You could use this for the raid" Siren passes to CosmiQueen Vermillion Chastity Belt | Tierless Trinket | LD III

Thunder barreled overhead as streams of water carved smooth gullies through the compacted mud below. How long had she been out here? A few hours? A few days? It felt like wave after wave of phantom knights had spawned in to overwhelm them, and Elora was losing track of time. At first, she was cutting them down with friends. In the streets of shuttered towns, then the canyons that stretched beyond them. It hadn't been enough. More enemies crept to each corner of the floor. Freyd and Katoka had gone to help. And Elora... Heavy footfall sent frigid water sloshing up her legs. Drenched

“Oh?” Lydia’s voice came out suddenly, a surprised chirp in response to Oscar’s words. She’d thought Abellio had some idea of what he wanted to do. But given that the red-haired man was busy horking down his food without objection, Lydia figured she’d hear Oscar out. He busied himself with opening his menu, consuming several strange objects in quick succession. “Pretty easy quest boss on Floor Five. I’ve been trying to unlock a skill from it for a minute and haven’t been able to get it done. Figured I could give it another go. Get you guys some experience and, if we’re lucky, unlock

Oscar gave a pleased chuckle. “I’m down to scrap, but there’s three things I’m not man enough to fight,” he said, beginning to count them off on his fingers. “Mother nature, badass women - generally, and street food vendors in their native country. I’m just gonna lose every single time.” He gave a light shrug. “I’m cool with second place.” Lydia tucked into her food, eating perhaps more quickly than manners dictated. But damn, she was hungry. And she hadn’t had anything nearly this good since she got here. She wasn’t eating nearly as fast as Abellio. The man was halfway through his b

They said curiosity killed the cat. And maybe that was true. But Lydia couldn’t say that she wasn’t curious to know more about this ‘badass Frontliner’ preparing their dinner. She had no dreams of joining the Frontlines. It was so far beyond her reach. Hell, she had only just learned how to fold her own clothing. There was no way that she was going to be able to keep up with the people fighting the strongest monsters in the game. But that call to do something was growing stronger. Maybe not joining the Frontlines. But something. Before she could really wrap her mind around the i

Despite her misgivings, Lydia took a seat at the counter. Abellio followed suit, bouncing in his seat like a hyperactive puppy. She took a look around the diner, at the chrome trim and how meticulously clean everything was kept. Through the window, she could see Oscar hard at work manning the fryer. Even those vats of boiling oil were clean and sanitized. There were so many contradictions that she didn’t know what to make of the man now. He was brazenly open about his conquests. But at the same time, everything about his restaurant was so meticulously kept. Wouldn’t a skeezeball be consis

Morningstar wasn't really sure what was going on anymore. Since the last time I posted, he had lost himself in the crowd of untrained villagers and unshowered snow soldiers, and his party members were now out of sight. He had lost track of his score as well. Where was he now? Twelve? Thirteen? Sixty seemed like a good round number. He'd go with sixty. "Hello?" he'd call out once in a while, to see if any of his party members could hear him. Often, it resulted in NPCs looking at him strangely; and often, the distraction led to their deaths. Oops. A wave of soldiers spawned to his left

“Oh fuck you!” Abellio had suddenly stiffened up. His tone was defensive with a small flash of anger appearing on his face. “You got women hanging all over you literally all the time.” Oscar shook his head, that smile never fading from his face. “Oh yeah, I hit ‘em with a ‘wanna do a quest’ and then drag them out to the least romantic place I can think of. Fuck off man. At least they know what they’re signing up for.” Oh. He was a player. She should have known. No man looked like that and didn’t use it to his advantage. Lysette suddenly found herself doubting the quality of company t

She saw movement through the window behind the counter. A man who made even Abellio look small stepped out of the back. He was a different sort. The man was ice. Honed to a razor’s edge. He walked across the polished floors with a grace a man that size had no right to have. Everything about him was sharp. Rigid. And there was an intensity in his eyes that she couldn’t possibly imagine how it got there. “Abellio,” he said simply. The calm in response to Abellio’s explosive bellowing made her blood run cold. Imperious, as if questioning why the two of them had the audacity to invade his dom

The water's edge would send shivers down Hirru's spine. There was something about it that would make him want to drown himself within it, though there was a missing factor that kept him from that. A hint of purple.. There would be no turning back once the water bulged and moved aside for a knight that seemed rather different from the other knights that they just fought against. This one had a proper form to it, rather than the shifting glass like beings that they destroyed. A black knight of some form, it was oddly ill fitting for this area. What was the story of this creature that

Lydia didn’t even have time to protest. She merely clung to her days earnings as Abellio took them down a labyrinth of streets and alleys. She had never been to this side of town before. It seemed incredibly sketchy. Were she wandering the streets alone, she would have definitely given this area a wide berth. Wouldn’t even have looked at it. There were too many blind turns. Too many crevices to hide people with ill intent. But Abellio didn’t seem bothered. He wasn’t… stupid was he? But a man like him could probably handle most bad actors. He didn’t strike her as the violent sort, bu

Lydia jumped at the question. She swiveled her head around, looking up at the man who had just suddenly appeared from nothing. Abellio. Or so the letters above his head spelled out. She met his gaze and immediately felt disarmed. They were bright orange, wide and welcoming. Her eyes moved down his body, over his open shirt and down his torso. She paused, admiring the inkwork that framed his lean midriff. The lie that she would tell herself if anyone called her out on her gaze lingering just a bit too long. She knew what he was about at a glance. But where others slithered their way

Bloodstained Land Flashback, taking place immediately before the events of Floor 29. It was a warm spring day, just as it always was. Floor One never changed. The same people, the same fixtures. Like Lydia. Adjusting to life in Aincrad had been a challenge. She had gone from the top of the world to the ditch. That might have bothered some people, but without the oppressive presence of her hangers-on, she had found freedom in her captivity. From late morning to early afternoon, she could be found before the fountain in the central plaza. She practiced her art for all to see

ph *** Note: Added hate from Oscar's hit. Post Action | TECH-G (x13, 12 EN): 12 EN - (Rested 2/2; Stamina) = 9 EN. Free Action | None ID #247504 | BD: 3+8-3=8 (hit). DMG (13*28=364-200=164+80(hell)=244). Burn 56/2 applied. | CD 9 | ST-B UNLOCKED [H:5] Zajcica | HP: 1008/1008 | EN: 98/102 -(4) | DMG: 26 30 [Press] | MIT:319 | ACC:3 | F-SPIRIT | EVA:2 | FL.AURA: 16 | FR.AURA: 16 | FR.THORNS: 8/16 | THORNS:112 | BH:55 | LD:5 | PROB:48 | WELL-RESTED: 3/3 | SQUEAKY CLEAN: 1/1 [H:2] Freyd | HP: 1674/1674 | EN: 159/168 (168-9) | DMG: 24 28 [Press] | MIT: 255 | ACC: 8

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Ariel’s gaze settles on each as they arrive. Gambit’s wave is impossible to miss. She doesn’t return it, but a faint lift of her brow acknowledges the effort. He’s young… obviously. But there’s something about the way he moves that reminds her of students who hadn’t yet learned to fear the right things. That kind of energy had its uses… sometimes. Acanthus earns more than a glance. A nod of comradery this time:“I remember you.” she says, voice level, her expression softening by a degree. “Floor 29 raid. You were in my squad. Clean work.” There’s the faintest trace of wryness in her v

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You've made a grave mistake. “Told you.” Mari was beginning to get feeling back in her body. Lancaster had lost all the lustre he normally extruded. Right now he was near silent. His voice was hoarse. Booming with a dark commanding tone. Mari tried to reach for her syringes - she was angry. So angry at the man. He mentioned her daughter. He said he took joy in her death…. That…that was unforgivable. He talked about her as if she were nothing more than property. This unsavory sort. It was the kind that Oscar and Beat would hunt. The kind Mari promised to take care of- to help alleviat