Arsine

Quest objective: Return to Zackariah with the materials. "You'd rather watch them suffer quietly than end them cleanly?" "Bold of you, Bael." Arsine said, a hint of frustration in her tone. At no point did she mention she enjoyed the suffering of others. "You do not know me." She threw his own words back in his face. "You think I enjoy it, quiet suffering?" She shook her head dismissively. Denying the thought. She did not. Her interest lay in the chemicals, toxins, reactions - but not suffering. Perhaps, she had been too quick to judge him too. Arsine did assume much the same

He stepped forward, and Arsine stepped back, slightly to the side to avoid trapping herself between Bael and the tree, very aware of her surroundings. He asked her, no... stated that she didn't seem to be afraid. Arsine kept her gaze on him, unflinching. Was she afraid? She wasn't sure. "I feel something." She admitted quietly. "Do not know the word for it....Ne budi likho, poka ono tikho? Not waking no sleeping beast." In other words, don't cause trouble. Don't make a scene. "Not enough to run. Enough to be wary." That seemed like a good answer. Despite Arsine being tall herself, the man stil

A man approached, caring not for stealth. Sticks broke beneath broad and heavy steps. Arsine straightened her back. Seeing his cursor. "I see you are the reason it is silent." She would not fold to this hooded man, one who refused to let the world see him for what he truly was, hiding behind a cowl of darkness. It did not impress Arsine, nor did it truly instill fear within her. The woman kept her distance, noting the axe he carried upon his shoulder. His attacks would be devastating, but broad - if he tried to strike her she simply had to move closer toward him. She flexed her free hand

Post action: Gathering Attempt LD15+ To Succeed ID: 256917 LD:15+ 3 = SUCCESS +1 Material. This wasn't a death cap mushroom, no, this was a regular King Oyster - but maybe that's why when she picked it up, it transformed into a material - it wasn't poisonous, nor dangerous. Arsine twirled the tiny gem in her hand before lifting it up to the light. "Is pretty." She said softly, watching the light bounce and reflect off of its surface, scattering across her face. She could see why such things were a hot commodity within Aincrad. Such a tiny little thing, and yet it was the basis

Post action: Gathering Attempt LD15+ To Succeed ID: 256916 LD: 9 + 3 = 14 FAIL Another mushroom was plucked from the earth, only to disintegrate in the woman's hands. Wasn't she supposed to find three of those things for the NPC? She supposed she may just come back empty handed if this continued. Not that she would care. Zackariah himself seemed to not mind if she wasn't able to complete the task. The woman wondered if she should invest in the gathering profession. Many were doing that these days, no? And she hadn't really planned on becoming much of a fighter. Gathering would suit h

Post action: Gathering Attempt LD15+ To Succeed ID: 256915 LD: 9 + 3 =12 FAIL Arsine's eyes locked with the hooded figure for but a mere moment. Neither moved. She couldn't tell what he was thinking, couldn't even see a face. Instead of running, and creating a bigger mess she simply rose her shoulders in a shrug and turned her back on the man, shifting away from the fight. Perhaps that would be enough to show him she was not a threat, would not get involved any further than she already had. Maybe she shouldn't have thrown the crystal their way, a single one would not save them all. It'd

The groups cheers continued, and Although the woman wasn't involved, she was close enough for her to hear them. The taller hooded figure, Bael had lead them to fight a group of boars, they cheered. Is that something worth celebrating? She didn't quite think so, but - to each their own. Much like the woman would not celebrate the slaying of a few mangy boars - they would not celebrate nor find joy in the simplicity of foraging. Creating something from nothing. Arsine's pace was slow, languid. She was in no rush. The woman straightened, standing tall amidst the grass, barely obscured by

Quest Objective: Roleplay interacting with Zackariah. POST ACTION: Eat the Fondue +3 LD She had never bothered with these 'quests' before... Why should she? Arsine wasn't planning on fighting, on leveling up, on rallying the troops to get out of this place. That wasn't her problem, that was the problem of the doctors and scientists out there, in the real world. Here, she was trapped and so she may as well enjoy it. But lately, all those late nights, decadent foods...it just seemed...boring. So after asking around she found out about the starter quests, something bout fi

For all his concern, Vitalis had picked up the moves surprisingly quickly. "You impress me." Arsine whispered, leaning in to let her words dance gently across his ear. "And I am sure you will impress the other who has garnered your attention for the evening." She laughed, A soft and restrained giggle as she turned her head away from Vitalais, forehead resting against his shoulder. "Despite the mask I wear. I am no saint." She said quietly- there was something in that lilting tone of hers, a hint of melancholy. Why was she doing this again? Amusement? To get a sort of joy from throwing tw

Patient, with a warm and inviting smile Arsine waited. Nudging him out of his comfort zone, but not pushing. Part of enjoying everything life has to offer was knowing which comforts to tug on, and which to let be. With his drink drained Arsine weighed his options, and they shifted in Arsine's favour. The woman couldn't help but even find the slurp of the remnants of the mans drink endearing. "Next time, allow me to eat the cherry. That will be your thanks." Arsine said with a soft laugh as she pulled him onto the dance floor. There was a certain level of delight, dragging someone around like t

"Not your normal scene..." Arsine would repeat, an amused tone to her voice. "Forgive me for being blunt, but it shows. In an endearing way." She'd add. Arsine could not say the same, she enjoyed scenes like this. Where the people were wrapped up in their own partners, their own dalliances of gluttony and lust. Hedonism at its best. Wanton and uncontrolled. There was just something so...human about it all. They weren't players trapped in a game, or pixels on a screen. There weren't stats and monsters - only each other. And there was a beauty in that Arsine admired. "Doctor..." Arsine repe

Arsine tilted her head, cascades of green spilling over her bare shoulders like her hair was a sheet of fine silk. She couldn't help but laugh, seeing him jump like that. "Did I scare you? I apologize." He had been so focused on the other woman, on the fighters - and the way the host had quite literally threw himself off the balcony. Arsine got as much of the milkshake as she could off of her leg, although there would still be a slightly sticky residue there. Not much she could do without leaving the party early and taking a shower. The woman carefully placed the napkins on the counter, thanki

Soft metal chimed as Arsine tilted her head, noticing another approach the bar. Far enough away from her where Arsine had to push herself off the bar and approach the man. He was tall, lithe, and held a sort of calm yet commanding air about him. Or…perhaps he just didn’t want to deal with people. Arsine noticed the look of disgust that flashed across his emerald eyes when he glanced at the roughians that were causing a mess. The woman patiently waited for him to order his drink - arguing with the bartender over how much to be tipped. The woman didn’t think of that. Did NPCs like that sort of t

<<Masked: Saintess>> "Ahh~" She clasped her hands together in delight as soft green eyes, hidden behind the veiled mask of the Saintess wove over the crowds within the decadent dark den. "Who knew such a place existed!" People danced across a dimly lit floor, vibrations from exuberant music rattled her core in all the right ways. Soft lights flickered above, the scent of sweet drinks and savory foods filled her nostrils. "Perhaps....I am under dressed?" Arsine thought aloud, tapping a glossed lip with one of her clawed fingers. The woman hadn't bothered to change into a

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NAME Nina Volkov AGE 29-31 GENDER Female RACE Caucasian HEIGHT 169cm WEIGHT 60kg "Who needs to worry about leaving when the digital world is such a play ground? Those outside won't let thousands of people die. Let them work hard and us have fun. -- Arsine DOCUMENTS sp tracking chronology ALT CHARACTERS Mari Ceres Alinta Khione Ve