Alinta

Alinta blinked, still drinking from her cheap ass can of beer. Vaguely, she recalled someone mentioning a glitched event a few floors up. Something about getting drunk, or being able to get drunk? Maybe she should try and get a few people to help her with it. But... that meant talking to strangers- befriending them. Alinta wasn't really sure she was ready to do that. With all her confidence and bravado, she wasn't really great at the whole meet cute friendship or otherwise thing. Violet eyes shifted, silently watching Oscar as he berated the blonde man. She smirked, then laughed out loud at th

Cracking open another beer Alinta watched the odd exchange beside her. She assumed the little airhead was hooking up with the blonde or something. Considering she was all touchy-feely over his chest. "Wow." Alinta said as she drank from her can. She watched as another woman had tried to approach him but backed off - "Don't think I've ever seen an actual cock-blocking in real time." Alinta made a note of the scenario - it'd be a good thing to write about later in one of her fan fiction books. Oscar then approached her, quickly calling her babe - then - being the absolute social butterf

**** Alinta hadn't done much since her run in with Oscar - there was no reason to. Why leave the safety of the first floor? Why bother? The only reason why she had decided to leave the safety of the village was because it was Oscar had invited her. She hadn't heard from the man since he dragged her on that quest. So it was a surprise to hear from him again. The redheaded woman figured she'd accept the invitation. Ever the woman of style Alinta wore some form fitting shorts over a hi-rise bikini, and a sheer shoulder less bolero. trimmed with the finest of black silk. How could she af

He was being comforting, and Alinta soaked it up. Each iota of warmth. She burried her face in the crook of his neck and took multiple deep breaths. She was so excited to fight, but it flickered away like a dying flame - and she was practically a mewling kitten in his warms. "Its okay." Alinta mumbled as he hefted her easily onto his back. Alinta Squeezed him tighter. "I wanna be better." She admitted as he carried her slowly back to the village. "You're....very warm." She mumbled. "And...even though I got scared - I enjoyed myself. And, it made me think maybe I could be a little bit be

Again the thing went for her, and Alinta felt like she was going to throw up. Was this how she was going to die? All the excitement she felt earlier, the quips and jabs, flirtatious remarks - they all ran through her head - all of that - leading to her death - Alinta dropped to her knees and covered her head. What did it feel like to die here? Would it be instantaneous? Would it hurt? Would she wake up in the real world? No....that was just blissful ignorance. A whimper fell from her lips. Then, the sound of metal carving flresh - clanging - and a rupture followed. Alinta chanced to

His reply concerned her - but at the same time...confused her. "Wait...so it is a thing?" Alinta asked confused- and it was only available in...private areas. She stared at Oscar, the gears slowly ticking in her head. He didn't mean morality... as in straight up morals he meant.... "Oh." HIs follow up questions.... "But wait. Does that mean that you've never... you know...." Never...what....He wasn't implying that, was he? He mentioned applauding her restraint, and suddenly it all began to click together. He meant...people would actually get down and dirty in this game? "A-Are you

"D-disable...what now!?" Alinta asked as she stared at him in disbelief, there was no way.... Alinta quickly opened her menu, trying to find anything in her settings ....was it even in the settings? No? Huh...was he... "OSCAR!" Alinta shouted in frustration. "Y-You're not supposed to lie to a woman you're trying to court!" Was he trying to do that? It very much seemed that way. She almost believed him for a second, because - it could have been very real. After all - PKers were a thing right? She had heard rumors of Chuckling Coffin was it? A whole group of people whose morals were very questi

As Oscar rolled off her Alinta rolled to her side and pushed herself off the ground, her feet sunk into the loose sand - up to her ankles and she groaned, feeling the tiny grains filing all the crevices of her shoes..that’d be a pain to deal with later. Still with her back facing him Alinta reached up and pressed her fingers to her lips. It was nothing more than an accident, but…it had all felt so real. She could really feel the tingling warmth of his skin. Really taste the salt of his sweat - and the granules of sand that clung to her lips. “It felt so real…” She whispered quietly, as t

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself," Alinta nodded. "Y-Yeh. I guess I am." Her eyes shifted behind him at the Terra Firma. It was...daunting this close. Scary. She shifted herself back 3 feet, still on her butt - ensuring she was far enough away that Oscar could essentially wrestle with it as much as he wanted to. Her chest heaved with heavy breaths - a mix of adrenaline and fear fighting for dominance within her. She was putting on a brave front but truth be told she was quaking in her sneakers. Literally. She was shaking. But - There was something about him that made her feel safe.

Her face was covered in sand; and her white crop stained. Her shoulders were tinged an angry glowing red- early signs of sunburn - for she did not have the survival skill. Still, Alinta laughed, a melodious and carefree laugh as she feebly tried to push sand out of her face. “This…is actually kind of fun.” She laughed. So, Alinta - wanted to try again. She bent down and tied up her shoelace and hopped on one foot then the other to test them. “Okay. Okay. Let’s go Alinta.” And go - she did, this time, Alinta got closer now to the Shark like beast. Almost close enough to punch it, but as Os

Stand there and look pretty huh Alinta sighed, feeling a pang of uselessness bubble up inside her core that she didn't like one bit. Here was a man who had been nothing but kind to her, even going as far as to offer her food - and she was just...standing there and looking pretty. Her lavender eyes cast downward at her perfectly manicured, perfectly painted nails - then down to her feet - stylish sneakers. Her entire appearance was comfy, but, was it an affront to people like Oscar who were fighting hard? Then...came the offer - she perked up, offering him a big smile. "Y-Yeh! Okay!"

Alinta covered her eyes, squealing when she watched the giant shark creature lunge at Oscar. This wasn't even the frontlines! This was floor five! FIVE!? And things were this monstrous? How did anyone go beyond that? How did anyone have the guts to fight the actual floor bosses? She peered at him through her fingers - the beast was practically gnawing on him. But...he ...seemed fine? It was almost like a chihuahua fighting something 10 times its size. "Uhm..." Alinta pulled her hands fully away from her face - then - she slowly stood. It was almost comical how Oscar fought with the be

Oscar scooped Alinta up and she had to wrap her arms around his neck to stop herself from falling. “H-Hey I know what carry means you don’t actually have to-” But it was too late. He moved, at a speed Alinta didn’t think was possible - then again, this was a game. She just…never bothered with any of the actual game mechanics. She didn’t know things like this were possible. She winced - burying her head into his collaarbone as sand and wind whipped at her face. Builds fell, giving way to endless reaches of sand - as far as the eye could see. Alinta chanced a glance at their surroundings…no

<<POST ACTION: GAIN QUEST FROM ABDULLAH>> Alinta watched as Oscars clothing changed and shimmered - he was…equipping armour right? Oh. Should she do that? Glancing down at her own form - tank top and baggy jeans…the attire wasn’t really battle-ready. “Uhm…” She hoped he would keep his word. Alinta was an honest person - and took people at face value. Expecting them to extrude that same level of honesty. “So, this is safe right? Like…I’m not gonna go out there and die?” Her question was posed with a joking tone, and she managed to laugh it off - but - the danger was very real.

Alinta nodded at his response. “Yeh… its…you know the amount of hate comments I got on the daily? Its wild. Pure vitterol. But, it was easily handled. They were faceless people on a screen. The harder stuff, that was the live events. One time, this other girl - Raven - threw a bucket of milk mixed with honey all over me right before I was supposed to go out on stage. I mean. She got fired, and sued for damages but…” Alinta smirked. “Suppose her lil itty bitty A-cups were jealous.” It was a difficult world to navigate but one Alinta enjoyed just the same. “Floor FIVE?” The

Somehow, the whole ‘date’ thing was swept up and away through other conversations and Alinta was very grateful for that. She had calmed down a lot after initially meeting the man and his jabs and quips definitely got her flustered. But Alinta knew she had this. She could overcome stuff like this - she dealt with far worse online. “Mmhmm…” Alinta began as she opened the door to his…what would she call it? His Hot-doggery. Then, he stared. An intense gaze, unwavering as his eyes slowly drifted up and down her body. Their eyes locked - Alinta cleared her throat. “Y-you could almost be one to

The question left her lips before she even had time to register what he meant. “Poking me? Why would you be better suited to-” She caught herself before finishing it, and instead of overreacting she clamped her mouth shut, staring at the squares of the linoleum floor. He then laughed - The Physical part she got but…”Unethical? Why?” Alinta knew she’d regret asking that, especially with how Oscar stared her down, a twinkle in his eyes when she asked. As though he were waiting for her to ask such a question. Alinta pushed herself off the little barstool and stretched by arching her bac

Her smile faltered slightly as he returned her jest with another overly flirtatious remark. Was he like this with all women? Probably. Definitely. He practically oozed playboy. Alinta wouldn’t be surprised if he did it to the men too. “What a shame, Dog boy…” She said her little nickname for him slowly, drawling out the two simple syllables. “I’ve run out of meat to poke you with.” She said with a shrug and a laugh. “I’d offer to find something else - but I think you’d enjoy that a little…too much.” A practised pause, a purse of her lips, and a tilt of her head. “Yanno?” she asked, with an o

Alinta flicked her long crimson hair behind her and scoffed as Oscar laughed, loud and boisterous. Clearly enjoying his sleights and jabs at her. “Hmmph.” Alinta picked up the last of her hotdog. You know the little weiner part that sticks out over the side? She jabbed that right into his cheek. “Listen here dog boy.” She retorted with her own nickname for the jovial man. “You keep dishing that out, and I may just have to dish it back.” She had slowly become accustomed to his antics - and his laughter set her at ease. She tilted her head at his question, she had honestly just meant levels

“Ahh…” After having eaten the fist hot dog in virtually two bites. “That really hit the spot.” Alinta said as she rubbed her bare stomach, then accentuated it with two pats. “Thank you Oscar.” She laughed softly, “That - you’re right they’re so juicy! Ahh~ And the way the bread just soaks up the slightly sweet sauce - the way you caramelise the onions!” Alinta picked up the second hotdog and instead of just shoving it into her mouth she gave a chance to appreciate the aesthetics. “Look!” She said, showing him - as though he hadn’t made it himself. “Look how even the toppings are! The sauce do

Ali And there it was again; just as quickly as she was able to calm down, she felt that same hot sensation that flooded her cheeks. “A-Ali!” She took a breath. “I only allow my friends to call me Ali. Oscar…” Breathe Alinta, Breathe. She took a deep breath and attempted to put on a confident smile. “So - does that make you a fri-” Her words caught in her throat as he leaned forward, close. Dangerously so - the tickle of his hair against his forehead - the exhale of his breath against her skin. Alinta had to lean back. She watched as he snatched the drink from her hands, his eye

Her mouth parted into a toothy grin as the very tall man reassured her. “Yeh, damn right I could.” She reiterated as confidently as she could, Alinta even straightened her posture, and puffed out her chest for good measure. He didn’t have to know how worried she was, this was usually a safe place. It's why she stayed here, for the most part. It felt almost like a real city, at least. It used to. A nervous lavender gaze swept over the empty streets. They used to be bustling, there used to be new shops opening almost daily. New clothes, new food…it felt like a small town. One of those cozy ones

Alinta wasn’t wearing what one would normally expect in Aincrad - she didn’t don fancy armour - gauntlets or pauldrons. No, instead, she wore something far, far more simple. Reminiscent of her time outside the confines of the game, granted - it was a little too ‘casual’ for her liking. It missed spikes, it missed leather but for now, it’d do. After all - the town had slim pickings when it came to fashion. Worse still…when that fashion wasn’t fantasy based. The redheaded woman sighed, walking tall and proud through the streets. They were emptier than u

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✙ T H R E A D S ✙ [PP -F01] Hehe...I'm In Danger Alinta runs into a devilishly handsome man named Oscar, who scares away some roughians and feeds her some thick and robust sausage.