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“Wait! Miss!” Sin turned to see the shop owner - Malachi - running towards her. That was… odd. But whatever. She planted her feet and hooked her thumbs into the loops of her shorts as the elderly gentleman closed the distance between them. “You seem quite strong, so I imagine you’ll want to slay monsters for the necessary materials. That is fine, but-” He stopped for a moment. Perhaps his programming was trying to choose the right words. Sin didn’t encounter this with Drax. But then again, the NPC was too busy feeling her up to say anything important. “Do not underestimate the monste

EAL: Artisan Somehow she thought that getting her Appraiser rank up would take longer than it did. It would have meant that she had time to really get acclimated. Her end goal was, of course, to eventually pick up all of the professions. The initial idea was that Appraiser would take time. And it would. But it was less about actual Profession Experience and more about gathering up the required funds. And if that was the case, she totally didn’t want to have to lean against Oscar for it. The man would never let her live it down. Plus, she didn’t see all that many artisans milling

Visionary purchasing the following: Guild Rank 0->1: 6 Tokens Storage Vault: 1 Token Trading Hall II: 3 Tokens Total: 10 Tokens Also, 1 additional token, awarded in error

The reassurances didn’t do much to make her feel better about the blunder. But Sin at least recognized that it came from a good place. She scanned the beach, flipping Warren off as she looked away. It was just sand, sand, and more sand as far as she could tell. She didn’t have Oscar’s special eyes, after all. Just her own ruddy vision and no real heading on where to look. “Hard to hit, hard to find. At least they cough up decent loot,” Sin said. Though ‘decent’ would be subjective. She’d just spent an entire fortune on Appraising. What they dropped here wasn’t even enough to cover a singl

Seeing the odd creatures, Sin just swung. She didn’t really aim or put any thought or reason into her attack. It was probably why her swing whiffed the majority of them. That and the lack of Accuracy. If this had taught her anything it was that she needed to get herself geared up. She made it work with just a weapon and a little elbow grease, but it didn’t count for shit if she couldn’t hit what she was aiming at. “Shit,” she said. “My bad guys.” Really wasn’t much else to say. Her cheeks ran hot with embarrassment. But still, the little serpents were slippery little things. She doub

Sin wasn’t nearly as well equipped at her companions. She was no slouch, mind you. But damn. Abellio and Lysette were fucking adorable, attacking with perfect coordination with time enough in the heat of battle for a tender moment. Something heavy settled in the pit of her stomach. Sin had always been fine on her own, but she found herself jealous of the pair. It was so obvious that they had something special. But she shook off the discomfort, looking over to Oscar with a grin. “That could be us, but you playing,” she joked before running off toward the crab. Sand and heels didn’t ma

A Guild? Really? As if she didn’t have enough on her plate handling the day-to-day of the Blackbook. Sin really had to wonder why she was even doing all of this. She was just fine on her own. She had her whole thing, brunches and girls’ nights with her friends. But she couldn’t deny that the work gave her purpose. It was a nice thing to see people enjoying themselves. Drink and food and dancing always served to help bolster spirits. And she hadn’t realized just how badly people really fucking needed it. Even her friends had spent a few evenings within Blackbook’s walls. It was at tho

Evaluating Appraisals:

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Appraising on 11/6/2025 Using Crafter's Respite - 18 Attempts All items are Perfect Quality Phase One Appraising IDs: 255953, 255954, 255955, 255956, 255957, 255958, 255959, 255960, 255961 Phase Two Appraising IDs: 255962, 255963, 255964, 255965, 255966, 255967, 255968, 255969, 255970 \ 8 Mystic Essence obtained - ID: 256745, 256746-1, 256746-2, 256755, 256757, 256758, 256763-1, 256763-2 Exp Rewarded: 14 * 18 = 252 EXP Junk Sale: 1,900 * 12 = 22,800 Col Final Cost: 20,000 * 18 = 360,000 - 22,800 = 337,200 Col

Filling Gungnir's Shard Shard Purchased Here Filling with Energy Shot | Crafter's Respite ID: 247807-2

Purchasing: 1 Gungnir's Shard -10 Mon

Purchasing: Teleport Crystal x5 - 4k Col Dimensional Backpack - 5k Col Custom Ambition Tool: Appraiser - 700 Col Total: 9,700 Col

House Name: We Name Houses He- Wait! No! Fuck! Location: Floor 24 Description: A beachside complex complete with cabana houses and bungalos. A place to relax and unwind - when she isn't working. Plot Size: Estate Room(s): Workshop (Extended) - Appraiser | Living Room | Basic Kitchen | Storage Closet Total Cost: Base Cost: 124k | Workshop: 10k, Upgrade: 15k = 25k | Living Room: 10k | Basic Kitchen: 10k | Storage Closet: 10k Total: 179,000 Col

Like a lioness, Management stares over folded hands at you. You squirm nervously in your seat, ocean eyes boring holes into the very core of your being. Your throat, dry. Sweat beads upon your brow. Terror's icy grip grasps your heart. You cannot speak for Management brooks no interruption. She sizes you up, blinking slowly as she takes your measure. The dark room, full of shadows, gives you nowhere to hide. And so you sit, exposed. Flayed open by a mere glance. And finally she lowers her hands, perfectly manicured nails tapping the surface of her desk. She takes a breath, her lips part.

“Cavern of Faeries, huh?” Sin tapped her chin with her finger, crossing the opposite arm over her chest. “That would put it on… Floor Three, then. You ever used a Teleport before?” She didn’t mean to be condescending, but Plum was clearly out of her element - by her own admission. She didn’t know what game mechanics that Plum knew or didn’t know about. Well there was a first time for everything. And Sin was happy to be the Clippy to her Microsoft Word. “Here, this way,” she said as she tilted her head towards the central plaza. Heels clacked against the cobblestones as they made

Of course they bit off more than they could chew. Dumbasses had no sense of proportion. And from Plum’s story, it sounded like quite the mystery. An important one. Because if people were going missing and not responding to messages, there was more at play than anyone realized. Stakes were higher than anyone realized. To the point that - in all honesty - if it had come across her plate before Plum had apprised her of the situation, Sin would have set off to handle it herself. And by “handle it,” she totally meant that she was gonna sic Oscar’s Hounds on it. “I don’t have to do a lot o

"Why don't you just get lost?" Okay, fucking rude. Sin had just spent the last few minutes watching some poor girl get absolutely blasted. She probably should have stepped in sooner - she didn't deserve all of that. But there was just something about the guy running roughshod over the woman that made her hang back. Not out of fear. Hell no. She wanted to let him dig his own grave. So she idly sipped her coffee, eyes closed and legs crossed, outside a small little cafe on the main strip in the Town of Beginnings. "We aren't here to carry you. What use are you if you can't fight?"

<<Earning a Living: Performer>> Sin had been on a roll with these Professions. What had started out as a means to make herself more useful to the Guild had become a bit of a hyperfixation. Each time she unlocked one and she got closer and closer to having them all available, it scratched a part of her brain that just felt so. good. She never really knew that she had this completionist streak in her. But one could not deny the rush of dopamine. And being that there was very little that gave her the feeling of happy brain chemical in this god-forsaken prison game, it was prudent

"You're a real nice guy, Rey. Total fucking gem," Sin said with a smile. "Seriously. My best clients were married men. I gotta respect a guy who holds out for his woman like that." It didn't upset her one bit that he'd let her down. Especially if he was holding to them marriage vows. Sin could count on one hand the guys that actually did. Honestly, it just made her want to climb that tree even more. But he'd drawn the line in the sand - she would respect it. She held out her fist for him to bump it and then gave him a quick wave - bringing her index and middle finger up to the tip of her brow

"I'M GOING TO SHOVE THIS THING SO FAR UP YOUR ASS YOU'RE GONNA TASTE METAL FOR THE REST OF YOUR GODDAMN LIFE!" She wasn't, of course. Reytac's grip was just a bit too strong. It was almost impressive, really - the way he held her back. Sin certainly wasn't herself, frothing at the mouth, trying in vain to slash at the tutor with her newly-identified sword. Absolutely apoplectic. Somehow, Reytac's words reached her. He was right, of course. This little fuck wasn't worth living her life as a Orange Player. She had just lamented needing to traipse all over the wilderness in heels. She simply

Earing a Living - Appraiser Eval Evaluating: Name: Steel Claymore Profession/Rank: N/A ID/Roll: Acquisition: 256010 | Slot 1: 256020, LD: 15+20, DMG | Slot 2: 256021, LD: 13+20, DMG | Slot 3: 256022, LD: 13+20, DMG Item Type: Straight Sword Tier: 1 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: DMG III Description: It a big steel sword lmao. Link: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/42785-pt-pp-f01-buyers-sellers-eal-appraiser/?do=findComment&comment=703386&_rid=8792

"No," Sinnamon replied quickly. "This ass is too iconic to walk around in some sensible fuckin' footwear." She let out a heavy sigh, nodding to herself at her own statement. "One must suffer to look this good. I'll just have to adapt." She gave Reytac a playful grin. She appreciated the concern. And the advice. Real class act, this guy. "Raidou or Teion then. I'll have to check them out. But I guess I could make my own stuff, no?" Sin gave a shrug, heading back into town. "Though I'm really wondering how I'm gonna source it all. But I got some friends I could ask." Outside of O

"Think it's because we took that Quest?" Sin scooped up another sword as she mused, smiling as a small little chime rang in her ears as she cleared the quest objective. Turning back to Reytac, she crossed her arms over her chest. "Not that I'm complaining. It'd be a hell of a job roughing it in stripper heels." Honestly, the whole thing had gone smoother than she had expected after dealing with Drax's unfortunate existence. Though, she wasn't so delusional as to think it would always be this way. She was certain Aincrad had some really challenging quests to throw her way. After all this t

Sinnamon nodded, taking the offered hand and using it to pull herself to her feet. She took a moment, after dropping the item into her inventory, to dust herself off and take a look around. Strewn all about them were similar items, not twenty feet from the gate. Definitely not normal. She'd been through here many times. Sin pursed her lips, shifting her gaze from the shifting items and then up to Reytac's face. She gave him a smug look, ignoring the fact that she'd just biffed it entirely. Placing her hands on her hips, she sauntered over to another "sword" and made an exaggerated show of pick