Sinnamon

“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?"

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"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

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"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

Sin appreciated the offer of the canteen, but she simply held up her hand and shook her head. She couldn't believe that she got herself worked up for that response. Of course the NPC wouldn't be a total fucking creep. She should have known. Still, it wasn't all bad. She was outside, enjoying the fresh air. Company she had wasn't awful either. As they made their way to the town gate, Sin nodded along to Reytac's explanation. All the good things aside, she really wasn't looking forward to climbing hill and dell trying to find some nebulous not-items from Reytac's story. "That sounds like s

Sin's eyes flicked down at the invite. She'd never really been in a party before. She pressed the button, watching as his name and health bar appeared at the periphery of her vision. "Huh. Neat," she said. "And you're a goddamned saint, you know that?" It felt weird to say, but she meant it. Usually she'd only say stuff like that to stroke a man's ego. It really made her pause for a moment, thinking about how often she was so insincere about her compliments. But she couldn't really feel bad about it. There were good guys out there. She didn't fuck with those. "Alright," she said

Sin had managed to claw together enough nerve to reach for the door handle when she heard a man's voice behind her. It was all she could do to keep herself from jumping out of her skin. Temper flared and she wheeled around, eyes full of fury at the sudden interruption. She was ready to tell him off - to fuck off, up, down, and sideways. Why the fuck was he bothering her? Couldn't he tell that she was having a moment? Her mouth parted, every fiber of her being ready to unleash a stream of obscenities at the man. Something possessed her to lock eyes with the man as she planted her feet. Had to m

Earning a Living - Appraiser So she knew it was an NPC. But the short little bald man was terrifying. The exact type of guy who made her skin crawl back in the real world. Sin hadn’t gotten herself trapped in a death game only to deal with the same balding, pervy mother fuckers she’d left in the real world. She might have worked him over, if he had any money to part with. Or she might have bolted for a brand-new post code. Sin had no problems using a guy’s thirst against him, but there was something about that balding, undersexed, accountant look that just made her shudder. And it wa