Alinta

Past the entrance to the city, with flickering lantern lighting up the night markets. The slight bustle of NPCs and players alike shifting about the floor, buying their wares, keeping company with their raiding parties and partners. Partners... A glance to Scar. He asked if her goodbye meant forever, and Alinta wasn't sure she could answer him. Not properly. She'd like to say it wasn't. That she wanted to see him again but here was that deep seeded uncertainty within her. The voice that kept telling her no, to pull back, and that all this, as nice as it was - was fleeting at best. So despite h

It was nice to hear about what Scar had been up to the last few days, he had been doing things. Exploring. Learning. What had she been doing? Literally nothing. She explored Tolbana, tried to visit Oscars restaurant, but it was closed. Then … she was just looking up different builds. Trying to figure out what skills to go for. Cooped up in her own little world and yet… here he was. Living his life. Meeting people. “That’s…nice…I haven’t-” "But it's not as fun when I think back to the last time we went out together." “What?” His words caught her off guard. He had fun being buffeted by

How long had she been standing there; watching Zamek weep over nothing more than pieces of paper? How long had she been holding Scars hand, and so tightly? "Ah.." Alinta loosened her grip, only just enough so that his hand still hung loosely in hers, giving him the opportunity to retreat if he wanted to. "Sorry..." A sheepishly mumbled apology. It wasn't exactly fair to him to do that now, was it? Her eyes traveled back to Zamek. "He's just....its all so human." She was so used to speaking to the NPCs in the starter town, the stores, and merchants...they were far more canned in their response

They had shifted away from the Pker woman and her dance partner. Alinta was still a little unnerved. Wondering how the hell the ginger haired woman managed to make it so deep into a safe zone. A town no less. Eyes filled with concern shifted up to the balcony to glance at Oscar. Did he sneak her in? Did he realize how dangerous that was? She was apparently his friend, but…did that give him the right to put everyone else at risk? Her brows furrowed. As long as the woman stayed far, far away Alinta wouldn’t make a scene, but if she ever got the chance she’d question Oscars judgement. Alinta

Alinta jumped when she felt something brush against her shoulder, a quick step forward and a turn on her heel - but...She exhaled seeing Scar behind her. Did she somehow manage to pass him? "Scar!" The exclamation came out in almost a squeal as she saw him, her face brightened. It was so nice to see him again. Having him message her was one thing, but seeing him here in the flesh...another. "You messaged me!" Alinta said as she clasped her hands together. "I mean...after last time. I wasn't sure...but - Oh! It's good to see you again. What have you been up to?" She stepped closer to him, picki

Alinta was sitting in the small room, naught but a bed, dresser, mirror, and an adjoined bathroom/shower combo. All basic needs covered, nothing more. Nothing less. She was sitting on her windowsill, people watching. Something she usually did often in the evenings. Too scared to go out and enjoy the festivities of what little nightlife the Town of Beginnings offered. Too shy to approach a friendly face. It'd be nice...if she could reach out to a few more people but there were only two on her friendlist. Oscar, and Scar. The last time she had seen Scar she had dragged him across a desert

Their lips stayed pressed together, and that single terrifying moment between one heartbeat and the next felt like an eternity. Would he pull away? Deny her this fleeting passion? Was her yearning for another too strong? Did she read him right? They barely knew each other, this was not something she would have ever expected to do - it was a spur of the moment decision. That flicker of passion fueled by an undeniable magnetism. Then...he returned her kiss. Slow, delicate, his lips moved against hers and Alinta couldn't help but tighten the grip on his back to still her trembling form. A tilt of

"You'll find the body remembers things the mind pretends to forget." A small panic at that comment, then a smile, a challenge. "Oh?" Alinta asked. "Why? Are you going to do things to my body?" As the words fell from her lips Alinta immediately inwardly cringed. Such a line would flow so well on paper, but saying it aloud? It was a little bold...wasn't it? The moment passed as quickly as it had come, and with them on the dance floor her sudden burst of overconfidence was swept away. Alinta wasn't a good dancer, but she could dance. Not winning any awards but being able to keep in pace

Its always people that ruin good things. “Not you.” Alinta said quietly, far too long after the conversation had ended for him to truly get her meaning. Scar would no doubt look over at her with a confused quirk to his angled brow, but Alinta would simply reach up and wipe the sand from his face, repeating her sentiment. “Not you.” As they watched the old man quietly sob, clutching the letters as though they were the only thing that truly mattered in the worl Alinta couldn’t help but find her hand fall into Scars. Why was she so awkward with him? It hadn’t been like this with o

Post Action: Safely Escort Zamek to the Hiding Spot ID:255952 CD:11 - NO DAMAGE “Not angry with you…” Alinta said quietly. Feeling worse now, he thought she was mad at him? Maybe she was, just a little but… She’d lift her head slowly from her knees, then she’d pull her goggles off and wipe them on her top. Alinta began to fiddle with them, thumbs rubbing errant grains of sand from the glass. It was quiet in the little cave, almost cozy…if one could ignore the howling winds outside and the mutterings of the old man next to Scar. Alinta wasn’t sure how to tell him what she was feelin

ID: 255950 CD: 4 No Damage Taken Post Action: Find protection from a sudden sandstorm. The realization that they weren’t players set both of them at ease. Alinta, for she felt far more equipped to handle NPCs, and Scar… she wasn’t sure what ran through his head. His entire body shifted, becoming more fluid in his motions. No longer wound so tight that he may snap. Alinta couldn’t see everything, but his words and cadence seemed to further rattle the opposition. The woman struggled to string together a believable lie but Scar said it with such resolution she almost believed

ID: 255947 - CD:10 NO DAMAGE Post Action: Interact with Bandits "Alinta, can you hear me?" Scar? Why was he here? Alinta felt herself being picked up and pulled into a tight and sweaty embrace. So tight, and so close that she could feel his quickened breath on the back of her neck. It moved her. The woman closed her eyes and rested her forehead against his shoulder, the unbearable heat feeling welcomed in this moment. She heard the hitch in his breath and felt the desperation as he squeezed her tighter. It wasn’t just a simple hug. It was the way she could fee

Post Action: INTERACTING WITH THE BANDITS ID: 255944 CD: 5: No Damage For a man on his deathbed, Zamek sure could move. His little waddled footsteps shifted him ahead of the unlikely pair. Seemingly unaffected by the storm that lifted burning sands up and around her. "O-oww..." She'd yelp and flinch as it whipped against her bare skin. She shifted closer to Scar, wrapping two arms around one his, held tight to him as she let him take the lead. "Hah..." She would curl into him tighter. The irony not lost on her as she made a small joke. "This...is kinda like the dance no?" She had to co

Silence settled between the two, and Alinta was grateful for it. Her heart beat hard in her ears, causing her head to throb. Why did she do that? She wouldn't ever be so bold. She wasn't drunk, right? She couldn't get drunk - she hadn't done the quest. Was it the club itself? A frantic glance over the dance floor...there were many people being a little more...intimate than what normal society would deem acceptable. Was that it? Alinta quickly wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She turned her hand and let her fingers against her lips. She had his fingers in her mouth When was the l

Post Action: Roleplay speaking to <<Zamek>>. "Evil?" Alinta would say innocently, and it was genuine. She had thought the ice would help alleviate the heat, not cause such a visceral reaction. "If I recall...." A finger pressed to her lips as she tapped them once, then twice. Swinging bare legs back and forth, allowing strapped sandals to hang loosely off her feet. "You were the one wearing the sinners mask." A hand splayed across her chest. "And I, naught but the innocent saint, tangled in a spiders web." She'd end her grand statement with a light laugh, seeing him relax ba

Scar wasn't like her. He was consistent. Stable. Secure. Far more grounded than her constant flittering between confidence and apprehension. "If you're that uncomfortable, I don't mind you changing." A pause. "I mean waiting for you to change, into something more appropriate. But - after this quest...apparently we won't feel the heat as much." She glanced down at her own attire, far more suited for a stroll down the boardwalk by the beach, not a trip to the desert. Still. Far cry better than what he was wearing. "Respectfully Scar..." She'd say picking up her glass and finishing it off,

A lost saint he'd call her. Alinta let one of her hands fall onto his shoulder, pushing him back ever so slightly in a weak attempt to control the situation that was quickly spiraling out of her control and causing her heart to beat hard against her chest in both fear and anticipation. Equal parts of wanting to push him away and to pull him close. A dizzying cacophony of emotions. Logic vs Lust. Fear vs Fortitude. Neither winning. Scar would turn his head and she caught the scent of wine from his whispered words. Low, alluring, cunning. "Maybe I do find you intolerable. Maybe as a saint

"Huh?" She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned her head - seeing nothing the woman grumbled in frustration. As Alinta turned her facea again she felt a calloused finger press into the soft skin of her cheek. Alinta jumped in surprise, almost spilling her blue drink all over her white top. She would have, if she hadn't already drank half its contents. "Scar..." His name spoken with an Exasperated sigh as she watched the man shift to sit down. "Guess you didn't think I'd actually show up, huh?" Alinta crossed her arms, lightly glossed lips pressing into a pout as she gave a visible

The woman wasn't fond of this floor. She wore a loose fitted white shirt, and tight denim short-shorts. Rarely ever dressed quite appropriately for the occasion. Alinta preferred to look a certain way. That way was not like some cliche' game character. The woman may love to write about fantasy... but she did not enjoy living it. The woman sat cross legged beneath a large cloth canopy in the city of Fortaleza - the main settlement of the fifth floor. Every so often she'd shoot a glare at a passerby. She had been trying to slowly...slowly explore the other cities, the least she could do. Bu

Did I actually fucking do that.... Christ.... Alinta kept her gaze resolutely away from Scar for a few moments, chewing quietly, letting the heat she fell on her cheeks subside. Ever the person to constantly test boundaries only to falter at the slightest challenge. Bold... He'd call her with an amused tone, an exhale of mirth and excitement as he lapped up her challenge and returned with many of his own. "Re-Restraint..." Alinta began, she caught herself and with a deep breath she'd throw him a daring smile. Facade returned. "Restraint." She repeated with an airy smile, reaching out to

Scar.... A name befitting of a protagonist from one of her novels. A smile broadened as she watched him from over his glass, how nice to have someone with the same tastes in namesakes. "Scar..." Alinta repeated as she inched closer, peering into his features. "I see no physical scars..." Her eyes would search his face, but she saw nothing but a quiet calm teetering beneath ruby red eyes. A thought crossed her mind, her eyes betraying her as she glanced to his chest, then his arms. Perhaps his scars were hidden beneath his clothes? Alinta cleared her throat. Not wanting to ask such a risq

The man blinked, glancing down at her. Alinta had to lean in closer to catch what he was saying, as she did she caught a whiff of his cologne. Her eyes fluttered close, it was a welcomed scent, lavender, mixed with freshly pressed linen. It was...comforting. She almost forgot what it was like to be close to others, in any sense of the word. "Well..." Alinta would say with a shrug of her shoulders, lavender eyes glancing up and down his form. Well dressed, stood tall and confident. "Alinta." She wasn't sure if she was supposed to tell him her name. It ruined the magic of the evening, but - she

<<MASKED: SAINTED>> Alinta originally wasn't going to go; the last event she had gone to was filled with Player Killers and that terrified the woman but this... this was in the center of town. She doubted any would show. This was run by Oscar; and she had tried reaching out to him a few times, but the man was busy. She could see why... as she had stepped into the nightclub, music thrummed - vibrating her heart. Different scents wafted across the dance floor, there were all manner of people here - some at the bar, others practically oh... Her eyes landed on a pair of woman on

The man wrote on a large scroll, and as terrified as she was…. Alinta was also curious. Most people seemed to stick to using the HUD and it's system… preferring typing over writing, and there was just something so…nostalgic , alluring even. A loud sniff as she'd inhale snot, trying to wipe her face on bare shoulders to little avail. He'd insult her old name and the woman winced. “Hate it….” She mumbled. When she noted the quill pausing Alinta took that as a cue that she was supposed to elaborate. So she did, a stammering blithering mess of a woman without all the bravado of a runway to wa

Alinta watched silently as he worked. Yeh, he must be Japanese, she recognized the way he'd hone his blade...from a live action romance - forbidden flowers in bloom. She wished she was at home, warm in her bed...eating out of a bucket of ice cream watching that show. Instead...she was here, with a real life swordsman, it'd almost make her heart flutter - if she wasn't completely terrified of him. Alinta didn't quite realize she was staring till he stood and let the sword hit the wood with a thwak. She jolted with a flinch, eyes shifting to the blade. Then, in a movement the woman barely n