Alinta

"O-Oh..." Alinta blushed, feeling a little ...awkward seeing Oscar like that, fighting his way through the roughians that had interrupted the party... then how he shifted up to the banister...his arms around another woman. Alinta's gaze stayed fast to him till he started kissing her, it wasn't like the gentle and cautious ones she had shared with Scar earlier. These were rough, primal, hungry. Alinta had to look away. Equal parts embarrassed, flustered... and feeling like an utter idiot. That's why he wasn't replying... It felt like so long ago, watching him fight the sand shark...hi

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

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

Alinta laughed, shaking her head -then, her smile fell. Slightly. This…was all sweet on the surface. Fun and games.. But… there was a sense of ephemeral melancholy…knowing this would all soon end once the final song had struck its final chord. “My obsession…your favourite kind one moment - but the next…” A hand traced his jaw, delicate, lingering. “Your honeyed words will become venom as you look upon my compulsion to you with animosity.” Spoken from experience. Still…the way his fingers trailed up her spine, the tingling remnants of the warmth they left against her bare back. How his han

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Alinta | [Word Count: 11476/5 = 2295.2] * [True Tier: 3] * [Group Factor: 1] = 6886 EXP + CURVED SWORD SP REFUND + <<KATANA SKILL UNLOCKED>> Scar | [Word Count: 11476/5 = 2295.2] * [True Tier: 1] * [Group Factor: 1] = 2295 EXP + <<KATANA SKILL UNLOCKED>>

Alinta flinched when the man approached, expecting him to whack her in her chest just like had done to Scar, but instead she got a single nod of approval. Had…she done it right? Alinta didn’t think she had done anything different. Still…the approval felt good. Alinta grinned, feeling an unexpected wave of confidence course through her. She hadn’t expected to…actually enjoy this. She was only here to support Scar, at least initially. But maybe she was just a natural at this sort of thing? “I just…figured I’d take it slow and easy.” Alinta said to Jack, she turned back to the training dummy

Alinta laughed, “Runway? No…no…” She waved him off. “Events, PR? Shoots? yeh…I mean…” She stood and gave Scar a small twirl, then picked up his hand and placed it against her own waist. Hoping he wouldn’t catch just how profusely she was blushing, and how her skin erupted into goosebumps at the mere press of his palm. “I told you, I just ain’t runway model built. But…I can say I am confident in how I look.” Alinta knelt down, pressing her forehead to his. “Although, I do adore the compliments you give me.” Alinta knelt down to clasp Scars hands in hers. “It’s not a matter of if we get out

Data Analyst. Alinta pondered on that as she sat at a table, roughly carved out of stone. Its surface is filled with bumps, ridges and holes. Created out of necessity and not with care. Somehow, the woman struggled to see him in such a job. Buttoned down suit and tie, hair neatly trimmed- and a pair of black rimmed glasses sitting atop a face hunched over a small PC bathed in a sickly blue light. “This look suits you better.” Alinta said, seemingly out of the blue as Scar sat back down at the table. They had found a small tavern within the walls of Knorilt, an out of the way kind of

Alinta watched Jack, how his gaze hovered over the large cooled magma walls that surrounded the city. Keeping it safe. A whisper of a floor boss, and she could see… there was a sort of fire that burned behind his gaze. A passion fueled determination that Alinta knew meant he was going to work toward the frontlines. Alinta didn’t like it, the thought of him dying to a boss. But…the frontliners had made it to floor 30…and the last few battles hadn’t had any deaths - at least not with the information she had gotten. Alinta pursed her lips. She should check the monument of life. Cross check each d

Spyglass In Effect 4/10 Posts ------------------------------ Alinta followed the creature through the entrance way, it was tiny! Like a little puppet. No longer scared but excited. The rumour was right! She could have a cute little puppet as her familiar! How cool! People would have foxes, or cats, or wolves...but she wanted to be different. This just felt so much more...edgier. Fancier. The tiny doll stopped in the doorway of another room and turned to face her. Its wide pitiless black eyes would unnerve some, but that tiny dot of a flame, of light...of life...within

Spyglass In Effect 3/10 Posts ------------------------------ Into the adjacent room Alinta followed the sound of scittering. Her heart beating hard and fast against her chest. She didn't bring anything with her that could protect her. No weapons. No armour. All that safe and hidden. Maybe she should have... but the woman was certain she could do this on her own. She would. Could! Alinta would come back to the town and show Scar just what she was capable of, that she didn't need him to worry about protecting her all the time. The next room was darker, an abandoned study, wit

“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

Spyglass In Effect 2/10 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. Otherw

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

Spyglass In Effect 1/10 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 to

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

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I’m going on a quest…with my boyfriend…. Boyfriend… It was still so surreal to admit, to have someone in her life like that. It still felt like it was only yesterday (It was only yesterday) where she had made the awkward admission, and an offer to place that label on their relationship. Where she felt like she was going to throw up, awaiting a decision. A sweet date that was akin to a heaven-spun dream, where their lives were woven intricately together. Such an unexpected turn of events… the man had surprised her with his date, Alinta was going to surprise him with something of her o

Alinta | [Word Count: 20000/5 = 4000] * [True Tier: 2] * [Group Factor: 1] = 8000 EXP Scar | [Word Count: 20000/5 = 4000] * [True Tier: 1] * [Group Factor: 1] = 4000 EXP

Scar stared at her, and the silence worried her. “I…okay so you don’t have to be-” She quickly stammered. Trying to backpeddle. Her words coming out fast, spoken in a single breath, jumbled together. “We don’t need a label like, It’s nice just being here like this with-” "Your boyfriend, huh?" Her rambling faltered into a quiet still, as she drew in her breath - waiting for some kind of answer. She knew she was being completely juvenile, she knew she was acting no better than a high schooler confessing to their crush for the first time. But this somehow, was hard . Maybe it was he

Where she was too afraid to make that connection, he was not. Tender and firm he pressed forward, breaching that gap and capturing her lips in his. In that single kiss of sweetness and passion, a million thoughts and feelings compressed into one single moment and exploding into barely restrained fevor. Alinta didn’t realize just how soft, how real someone could feel in this game. The tremble, the gasp as the two fell away to their passions. The most vulnerable admission one could make. Sharing a deepening of affection and feeling. Tangled against each other. And in his kiss…she was home.

Scar told her he hadn’t planned this, and Alinta, not knowing any better, believed his sheepish lie at that moment. She laughed, “Haha. Could’ve fooled me. I didn’t know places like this existed….and this is only the first floor.” Such a sweet gesture, nothing more than one offer to spend time together - and already Alinta was realizing how much she missed. Too busy being afraid to live. Alinta had met people in Aincrad, they had come and gone, like little blips on a radar - sailing off to sea. To greater things. Before Scar the closest thing she had to a companion was Oscar, and well, he was

Alinta | [Word Count: 14844/5= 2968.8] * [True Tier: 3] * [Group Factor: 1] = 8906 EXP + 500 EXP =9400 EXP + <<Survival Skill>> + 500 Col Scar | [Word Count: 14844/5 = 2968.8] * [True Tier: 1] * [Group Factor: 1] = 2968.8 EXP + 500 EXP = 3466 EXP + <<Survival Skill>> + 500 Col