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Link to Appraisals for 11/2 Equinox | T4 Demonic Straight Sword | 255892 | Envenom-O | Static | Frostbite | Blight This blade was forged on the night of the winter solstice after a year-long ritual to prepare the metals. It is imbued with the power of the four seasons. ----- We're also doing boring identifications. (Insert Tim Robinson "I'm doing something" gif) Rejuvenating Mantle | T4 Perfect Cloth Armor | 237214a | MIT 1 | Rec 2 A simple set of armor from the Library. Please return all items by the listed due date. Dangerous Mantle | T4 Perfect Cloth Armor | 2437

"Don't worry about it," Vitalis said simply. "This isn't my normal scene. I'm a little on-edge." Yeah, the scene. Not the pining from across the room. Was it even pining? He didn't know. Couldn't exactly place it. But he was grateful for the company. It was a nice distraction. Even if he couldn't stop stealing glances in the mystery girl's direction. It was totally unlike him to be so enamored. Generally, he remained focused on his work. "Serendipitous, Arsine," he said. "I chose green because I'm a healer. Doctor, back in the real world." Similar professions. Though Vitalis didn't s

Arsine tilted her head, cascades of green spilling over her bare shoulders like her hair was a sheet of fine silk. She couldn't help but laugh, seeing him jump like that. "Did I scare you? I apologize." He had been so focused on the other woman, on the fighters - and the way the host had quite literally threw himself off the balcony. Arsine got as much of the milkshake as she could off of her leg, although there would still be a slightly sticky residue there. Not much she could do without leaving the party early and taking a shower. The woman carefully placed the napkins on the counter, thanki

Today's Appraisals T4 Perfect Armor (Cloth) | [237214a][243791a][243799c] T4 Perfect Armor (Light) | [243799d][243816a][243821c] T4 Perfect Armor (Heavy) | [243821d][243831a][243840c] T4 Demonic Weapon (Link) | 255892 256400 | CD12 | 2 Mystic Essence 256399 | CD5 | 1 Mystic Essence 256398 | CD5 | 1 Mystic Essence 256397 | CD1 | Critical Failure 256396 | CD4 | 1 Mystic Essence 256395 | CD9 | 1 Mystic Essence 256394 | CD4 | 1 Mystic Essence 256393 | CD8 | 1 Mystic Essence 256392 | CD3 | 1 Mystic Essence 256391 | CD4 | 1 Mystic Essence Total Mystic Essence gain

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Alinta followed, very confused. She recognized the woman, only vaguely. Mostly because she was acting completely differently…and dressed ….in much less clothing. There was something inherently off kilter about the way she was acting. It was like someone just turned off any semblance of sanity she had. Was she drunk? High? She kept on going on and on about the roses. “Uhm…” Alinta tried to get the womans attention but she was too busy screaming and throwing confetti. Alinta took a step back. “Where’s….Scar?” The table setting was nice, she had to admit, so Alinta tried to deflect to that. “Th

REd! rED! OH She PiCkeD ReD! Alice gave a happy little dance as she clasped Alintas hands within her own. “ReD!” She screamed at the top of her lungs. “RED! RED! RED!” Alice pulled Alinta close and then smooshed Alinta’s cheeks in her hand. “SO gloRiouS! MarVelouS! I want to See!” Alice wanted to see what kind of colour Alintas insides were. She wanted to see what kind of face she would make. What would the doormouse do? Oh this was so fun! Alice couldn’t help but stand back and clap, then shower Alinta with confetti. “PAPA!” Alice called loudly. “A show! It’s a very merry show! Oh i

"Sh-She's cOming!" The words seemed to be barely perceptible. They looked like barbed wires, which cut, splintered and were impossible to ignore. Jack’s body shook very hard against the invisible force which did not let him go. His eyes kept closing and opening, his brain asking for logic, support, and even a little bit of help from anywhere. The world was changing very fast around him: flashing colors, sounds, and laughs were all mixed up into one very loud and irritating tick. He didn't understand where he was anymore. "She's cOming!" He faintly heard from his haze, and the wo

“You should just talk to her.” "Fuck!" And just like that, Vitalis jumped out of his skin. His words came out in a hiss. With the music shifting and the host currently taking party-crashers to task, he didn't want to invoke the man's ire. How the fuck was he even moving like that? No small wonder Ascalon didn't have the juice to take him on. It did, however, give Vitalis no small amount of satisfaction to see his milkshake assassins tossed out the door like a basketball. Dude's three-point game was fan-fucking-tastic. It was a good thing that the bartender had not yet replaced h

Jack's lips burned with the ghost of Alinta's kiss when the world fractured around them. It was subtle at first, just the shift of motion at the edge of his vision, but then he saw it. The host, skating effortlessly atop another player's body, gliding across the dance floor like a grotesque parody of grace. The air changed. The crowd's laughter twisted into gasps. The music, still thumping, seemed to mock the horror unfolding. And just like that, whatever spell Blackbook had woven over him shattered. Jack's protective nature kicked in, like it was his first thought, Without thin

Alinta couldn't help but find it odd, how Scar had messaged her, without replying to her question about the ice cream. "I hope it doesn't melt in my inventory..." Alinta thought to herself, packing it away. Scar was only one of two people on her friends list, so when she arrived on the 8th floor, and cautiously stepped out of the city - she was able to slowly make her way towards him. "Wonderland..." She said quietly to herself, she opened up her HUD. Alinta --> Scar; So...what do you mean by wonderland? Alinta --> Scar: Like that movie with the queen of hearts and stuff? Ali

The man twitched, itched, but did not move. Could not move? Perhaps!? Too lost in his dreams! So Alice typed out a message to this 'Alinta' person, inviting her along. Scar--> Alinta: Come meet me in the forest! I found something fun! Meet me in WOnderland! "ThEre!" Alice shifted her form up Scars body, leaning against his chest. "Boop!" She'd touch his nose with her finger. "KeEp DreAminG LittLe Doormouse!" A pat against his cheek. "dO you Like it TherE? Oh I bet you Do! I bet it's all WarM and Cozy!" The messages would pop up on his screen, one after the other, but Alice ha

Jack's fingers twitched. He was aware of the movement of his fingers, but it was not his own. The sluggish weight in his arm lifted, his hand rising as if pulled by invisible strings. His eyes widened faintly, pupils dilated and unfocused. Every muscle in his body felt disconnected, like he was watching himself from somewhere far away. His hand hovered, shaking slightly. His lips parted, and a frail voice escaped. "What.. am I doing..?" The screen in front of him was not steady. It was there and then it was not. The light was very strong, and the letters that were there seemed t

"Hmmm?" Alice watched as he twitched, eyes dancing to and fro. Tears streaking down his face. Crying? Why was he crying? Were his nightmares that bad? But Nightmares were glorious! They would set him free! Break his chains! Maybe he could become something more! Something more than a drab man dressed all in black! "OH! How I want to craWl InSIde youR Head!" The woman stood and began to pace back and forth. There was a problem. "I can't see, no no..." She muttered to herself softly. "He's there, oh yes! He's somewhere, not here, but there! AnywherE? All in his mind! Stuck TraPped EnTwi

The world seemed to turn upside down around him. The tree around him dissolved into a soft blue of color and noise, flowers falling like embers, laughter reverberating as if it was coming from very near. Jack could take a few steps without losing his balance, but his body seemed to be weighed with sand. He gasped for air in a more or less regular fashion but slow and it was as if the air was thickened honey. He heard Alice's crazy laughter faintly and far away and a different voice, smooth, lilting, teasing, that twisted through the trees. But their words no longer mattered. His world was

"PAapa!" Alice skipped over to Tybalt, wrapping her arms around him as he caught her and spun her around once, twice, thrice! She nuzzled the side of his mask with her face. "I didn'T ExPEct you~ A delight!" She stepped back, patting him down, removing an errant leaf from his shoulder. "Such Heights! What a FrEight!" Alice clapped as Tybalt took a bow. "Red and Blue!" A stomp on the blue rose, discarded on the floor, "Blue and Red!" A stomp on the red rose, crushing it beneath her foot, as it snapped it fizzled and sizzled and the smell of burnt leather permeated from beneath her

Jack's instincts screamed as her hand shot out and grabbed the collar of his shirt. He yanked back, trying to resist, muscles tensing against her surprising strength. What is she doing? The forest around him seemed suddenly too tight, the light filtering through the leaves twisting oddly. Just then, she presented the rose to him. While he was leaning backward, a sudden, earth scent hit his nose, damp soil, mushrooms, something rich and unsettling. His eyes widened just in time before she released him, sending another wave of confetti flying through the air. He swiped at the colorful paper

A whistle beneath a white mask of ivory, a cane tucked neatly beneath his right arm as it wandered in from seemingly nowhere. "What's all the hubub chum?" the man twists with a flick of the wrist, beckoning to them both before reaching to a top hat sat squarely upon his head. A roll of the hand sees it drift down his arm, being caught betwixt two fingers by the brim and pressed into his stomach. "Red, Yellow, Blue. What a choice what was stopping you?" He offers quizzically, a slight upturn in his voice as he does. "Chosen yellow, my my what a fellow. What was the last Alice? Was it Blue, or R

Mari felt an irrevocable warmth as his calloused hands slid up her legs, her thigh, pulling her up and into him. Carrying her bridal style. His Italian a little too fast for even her to understand, but she could take a guess it was something along the lines of 'you didn't have to do this' or 'how did you move this?' His joy, his utter disbelief filled Mari with an immense sense of pride and joy. "Am yours...Always..." Mari whispered as she pressed her forehead into the nape of his neck, coiling her arms around his shoulders. Mari didn't really know too much about Vincent outside of the game, b

PH Quest Objective | Decipher the tablet on the tree bark [38/60], 256389 | LD: 8 + 26 = 34

150 words that mean yes

THAT ONE LOOKS LIKE A PINECONE Quest Objective | Decipher the tablet on the tree bark [4/60], 256388 | LD: 4 Active: Guild Rank 5: +5% Final Col Reward, +5% Final EXP reward Gaius | HP: 1080/1080 | EN: 140/140 | DMG: 23 | MIT:127 | ACC:1 | F-SPIRIT | PARA-IM | BH:54 | REC: 8 | HM: 8 | HLY: 16 | BLD: 48 | ENV-O: 32

Pacing in front of the quest board on floor one, in her own head, letting her thought get the best of her. Gaius had told her that once he could prove that he was strong enough that they would move forward. That was weeks ago and time after time she has seen this man brutally murder boss after boss. It made her tingle to see how strong he had gotten and yet not a peep about the marriage. Maybe he meant when he could protect her with no one else around. It made her start thinking that maybe they had to do something that would challenge his strength against all odds. Stopping in front of the que

“I’M loOking for my ONe. EyEd. Jack….Jack….Jack..Jack…” She started repeating the name over and over again, muttering under her breath like it was a whispered mad mantra. “Jack be nimble Jack be quick. Jack climbs up the bEanStalk, Jack and JiLl climBed up the HiLl…Always…AlWays Jack.” A mind so broken and tattered it struggled to focus on one thing too long, even before she was broken ‘Alice’ struggled to keep her thoughts steady. Now, they whirled around in her head, so fast, so dizzying. All she wanted was a very good show. "Maybe he can help us out.” “Y-You…want to meet my papa!?

When her hands flew to her head, Jack's first instinct wasn't fear, it was concern. The way she clutched her skull, the way her body trembled, made her seem less like a threat and more like she was in agony. His brow furrowed. What's happening to her? But as the shaking intensify, her whole body jerking violently from side to side, he instinctively took a step back. His mind was full of confusion about what she might be doing, he was not aware if that was just a show of some kind, a warning or even something terrible but he still knew by instinct that he needed to keep some distance. Just