Lysette

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It was a mess. Things were a mess. As they usually were. Lydia had just found her footing. Found a nice apartment and something she could actually work on. And she'd made friends. About as quickly as she had made them, however, the whole group fell apart. Oscar at Abellio's throat, Warren at Oscar's. Lydia hurt by the dishonesty and Abellio... He was hurting too. It took a day or so, but she realized that. She'd reached out, but Abellio hadn't seemed to want the conversation. And if he didn't want the conversation, he certainly didn't want the company. It broke her heart, really. Her

Lydia intervened this time. In a flurry of reds and blacks, she blazed past Oscar. A sharp slap to Abellio's face. Cursor flashing orange for a brief moment. "What the fuck was that?" Abellio met her gaze, the cold edge leaving his own almost immediately. He held his cheek, opening his mouth to speak. But before the first word could come out, Lydia had slapped his other cheek. "Is this supposed to be some kind of therapy? You show up at my door, ask me to go on another quest, and just... go berserk? Why didn't you explain beforehand? We would have taken this more seriously."

Lydia didn't really care for violence. Never had, never did. But there was something about watching Abellio slowly gaining the upper hand that was almost like poetry. She could see why people called it martial arts. Each time he attacked, the man followed through with more confidence. He was more self-assured. But there was something off about the way he moved. This entire time up until now, Lydia had believed that it was just a quest boss. It wasn't a big deal. Oscar had been able to handle it so easily. But if that was the case, why was he moving like it was so fucking personal? W

She had been worried at first, when Abellio's sword got stuck. But it had only lasted a moment. Before Oscar had even moved, really. She knew that the man would have their backs. He'd proven that in their last outing. Earned her trust, at least as far as it came to keeping them all alive. Truth be told, he didn't know enough about the man to say that she truly trusted him. And she felt a bit guilty about it. He'd literally thrown himself into the jaws of the beast on their behalf and she couldn't even really bring herself to give him the full benefit of the doubt. Better safe than sorry,

Floor 21. These two were going to be the literal death of her. Floor Five was bad enough but FLOOR 21??? Lydia tried her best to appear unbothered by the development. After all, they were moving in a group. And she’d seen what Oscar could do. He took the helm, leading them through the subterranean caverns. Occasionally, the odd spider would drop down from above them. Only, they didn’t seem drawn to any of the low levels. They skittered straight towards Oscar who would dispatch them with a powerful punt that both broke the sound barrier and sent the creature sailing off into the

<<Betrayal of the King>> Home ownership suited Lydia. It was so nice to have a place to call her own. Abellio and Oscar had insist that she take a small loan from them to buy her first place. It was more Col than she'd seen in years of dancing for the denizens of the Town of Beginnings. Her place hadn't been anything massive. Just a small studio apartment nestled in the trees. Her favorite part had been those high windows that gave her a perfect view of the forest. She found that she spent most of her time there, working. Muffled music could be heard on the air, notes flowing

STY/L was over halfway through their song. The next verse coming up was probably the most high-impact part of it. It was no real exaggeration to say that fucking up the upcoming breakdown would make the entire performance fall flat. Harmonized voices and synced movements would count for shit. The nerves caught her for just a moment. And that moment could be catastrophic. She opened her mouth and time seemed to slow. Hesitation crept in, paving the way for doubt. Lysette wasn't like this. But, right now, it was Lydia on stage. She didn't know when the change had happened. The pressure had simpl

Name: Harmonics Profession/Rank: Performer III 248055 | CD: 10, LD: 10 248059 | CD: 9, LD: 19 248063 | CD: 9, LD: 14 Item Type: Support Song Tier: N/A Quality: Rare Enhancements: N/A Description: Harmonized melodies. Sounds acceptable as a piece, needs work to be part of a greater whole. Link: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/42376-f01-symphonics-r3-performer/?do=findComment&comment=699176&_rid=8792 Name: Synth Waves Profession/Rank: Performer III 248067 | CD: 10, LD: 12 248068 | CD: 10, LD: 1 248070 | CD: 11, LD: 7 Item Type: Debuff So

Crafting on 7/19/2025 Using Energy Shot | Crafter's Respite, 22 Crafting Attempts Support Songs: Debuff Songs

Name: Harmonics Profession/Rank: Performer II 247922 | CD: 11, LD: 9 247927 | CD: 11, LD: 11 Item Type: Support Song Tier: N/A Quality: Rare Enhancements: N/A Description: Harmonized melodies. Sounds acceptable as a piece, needs work to be part of a greater whole. Link: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/42376-f01-symphonics-r3-performer/?do=findComment&comment=699065&_rid=8792 Name: Synth Waves Profession/Rank: Performer II ID: 247937 | CD: 11, LD: 10 Item Type: Debuff Song Tier: N/A Quality: Rare Enhancements: N/A Description: Back

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Crafting on 7/16/25 Energy Shot used | 18 Crafting Attempts Support Songs Debuff Songs

Crafting 7/15/25 Using Crafter's Respite, 14 attempts total

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House Name: The Booth Location: Floor 16, within the Safe Zone of Atelina Description: A safe retreat for Lysette to work on her music. Sound-proofed walls, a beautiful vista, and all the instruments she could ever need. Plot Size: Apartment, 2 slots Room(s): Recording Studio (Expanded) Cost: 45k Col

Lydia blinked. Hearing the same thought she’d had vocalized had done something. A reminder. Her frown turned into a wide grin as she looked up at Landon on stage. He was right. Even when things got bad, one of Lydia’s few pleasures had been witnessing people enjoy her music. Her sound, her moves. Even that mass-produced, curated message. Maybe these NPCs were more perceptive than they let on. “Alright Landon. Show me a little somethin’” The NPC led her to that gadget sitting upon the counter. Upon closer examination, she realized it was a sound deck. She tapped the keys, fillin

A bird’s nest fell out of a nearby tree, brushing her shoulder before colliding with the ground. Lydia jumped, a startled chirp of a scream falling from her mouth. She looked down at the remnants - the broken bundle of twigs and the shattered eggs and sighed. Okay, maybe not ice in the veins. But certainly woman enough to stand on business. Maybe. Time would only tell. There was just so much she didn’t know. Spending so much time in her cocoon had been the only way to survive, but it left her without any concept of living. She’d done well, she thought, eking by day-by-day. She w

Lydia had a thought towards the future. What would she do once she got out? She was quite certain that her family would make a huge media circus about it. “Pop idol escapes death game” certainly had a certain appeal to it. It made her wonder how much they were milking the fact that she was trapped here. She was probably lying in some hospital bed somewhere, hooked up to feeding tubes and fluids and monitors. How was her real body doing? Did they even visit her? Did she even want them to? Lydia exhaled heavily, shoulders slumping forward. She lifted her blood-red shades, pinching the

But the bad came with the good. The guilt for not realizing that she could have been doing this the entire time crashed down on her like a wave. How many people could she have helped - or potentially saved - if she hadn’t spent her days dancing in front of a fountain? There was some small part of her - a tiny voice - that told her that it was silly to think such a thing. At the end of the day, it really hadn’t been her responsibility. But saving her - twice - hadn’t been Abellio’s. Killing Terra Firma hadn’t been Oscar’s. It would have been so easy to tell her that she was too l

Lydia didn’t really know what to do with herself, actually. She tried to recall a time where she wasn’t constantly stressed out and perpetually tired. Maybe there had been a time, once. When she was too young to remember it. But she had to stop and make a note that she had never, not one time, took a walk through a meadow to literally smell the flowers. Not unless she was doing a photo shoot. Or a music video. Something for work. And she supposed that this technically counted as work. But she remembered that old saying about doing what you love. It didn’t feel like work. Probably because

So did it actually not matter what the material was? Lydia failed to understand how an apple would help with recording music. Was Landon going to eat it? Did he factor in all of the costs? It seemed rather dumb, but she wasn’t going to go down that road. Not when she had her goal in mind. That was her thing, really. Working. Grinding. Pushing ever onwards toward that goal. This might have been the first goal she had ever set for herself. Everything else had been dictated by her parents. Her advisors. Managers. Corporate assholes. Every instrument, every language. Even developing her

Lydia felt a little bit more confident strolling out of town now that she had a few levels under her belt and some new gear at her disposal. There was just something about seeing triple digits on her health bar that made her feel cozy on Floor One. Sure, it was in the low-triple digits. But still, there was a sort of satisfaction that washed over her at the sight of them. Plus, if all else failed, she could use her new Hiding skill to keep herself away from any danger. Not that there was much danger to be found. As she wandered the rolling hills of Floor One, Lydia came across boars.