Ruri

Paragon (5/10)

Paragon Level 5 - Laurel Wreath (Earn Col equivalent to 15% of player’s EXP earned in thread)
Paragon Level 10 - (1) Gleaming Scale, (1) Demonic Shard, +1 LD to Looting*

A bit nervous, she clung to that red robe, hyper sensitive to every bit of movement around her. Shown to the platform, Ruri did as she was asked. "He isn't going to turn into like an enemy or anything, is he?" Immediately on the defensive. Looking back through a pair of lenses, "You'll be fine, I am right here." A harsh swallow, knowing she was being a bit of a baby. "Whatever, if you're so sure. I expect you to deal with it then." A small scattering of pumpkin seeds fall into Oni's palms, and she picks something out that stuck her fancy. A single little flag, unsure what it did, but she wanted it. The visit was held in the twilight hours before other players would really show. Once it started into a more reasonable time of day, both her and her guide left. For another day of teaching and traveling, slowly making her accustomed to the world that had forgotten her completely.

For Item ID's:   ID:202723 | Battle:5, Craft:5, Loot:1

Seeds: 12 [Spread (12))]

Nametag (x1) [-10] [202723a]

Tags: 1 [Spread (1)]

1 -> Halloween Candy (x3) [202723b] [202723c] [202723d]

Just keep quiet, just keep quiet Rushes through her head, hearing more and more talk within her self induced confinement. It appeared as though no one had discovered her yet, and yet she couldn't be more uncomfortable. Having this many people skittering around was making her skin crawl. She had no way out, no escape until they all left. Stabilizing her breathing through an active method, Ruri starts to attempt to drown them out. She'd not make a sound, though, feeling completely trapped. The girl still couldn't handle this, and it played off terribly every time she'd tried so far. The thumping of her heart bounced away at her eardrums, playing like a Native American tribe without a sense of rhythm. Her throat seemed dry and felt heavy, as if she tried to suck down a stone. This sucked, so, so much and all she had to do was make it through. In the back of her head, she kept hoping Raidou would show up soon.

The increased volume of a whole smattering of players makes her wish to whisk her way into the small little cranny. Sliding a box slowly as to not draw attention to herself, a small alarm starts to buzz on her HUD. Ruri wigs out and quickly hushes that screaming birdie, hoping that no one else had heard it. It was time for her daily dose, and although she appreciated the reminder, it sucked total ass at the same time. *thunk* as she begins to imbibe it, that sickly greenish mixture tasting super bitter and a little like dish soap. But it did the trick anyway. Tucking it away as she hops into the box and slowly closes the lid, she'd wait out these people being weirdo's or hopefully Raidou getting home. She didn't really have anywhere else to go right now anyway, so being tucked away in here would at least hopefully keep them away.

Hiding in the back of the guild hall, nestled into the apothecary chamber behind some glimmering glass. Ruri was hoping no one would even realize she was here, this was far too many people for her to slip past. Sliding over to one side, the girl missteps and knocks a vial off the counter. Shit... blows through her head as she drops low beneath the counter, hoping she wasn't noticed. The blunette wasn't ready to be sociable, especially with a whole gaggle of brightly colored and brightly temperamental people. A soft exhalation as she tries to conceal her breathing, keeping her head down and keeping out of sight. Taking care not to step on any of the newly produced broken glass, as she aimed to make a move toward the back of the room and bury herself under some of Raidou's junk he kept back there. Wonder if it would work?

Fiddling a crystal she had found, transposing out a message rather quickly, and it was but a simple few words. Even more people, more that didn't understand at all and persisted on trying to appease her or make her feel better about what happened. How could she? It was terrible, and she had nightmares about it still. The act of closing her eyes felt like it could last forever. It was worse than pain, the mental scarring that occurred drastically outweighed the missing momentary glimpse that would fade quickly. This lasted longer.

She shrinks up as Lium gets way too close for comfort, being pushed even further. Keeping her distance as best as she could, averting her gaze and shielding herself from all these voices, ignoring them all. As soon as the guy left she eyed the potion that he'd made, messing up her hard work with his attempts to relate with her. A flash of blue light as the necklace she had been given is triggered and sends her down quite a few floors. Floor 7, she'd been shown this by Raidou and remembered it quite well. Finding the field they had rested upon near a large lake, she sat in silence with her legs close against a tree. Waiting for the answer to the message she had sent, for him to show up.

"Son of a Bitch!"

The loud decree from the water's edge shows some dude basically screaming at the water before diving in. She pauses and wipes her eyes for a moment, adverting her gaze from being caught staring. Slinking out dripping he stands there eying the lake virtually unaware of the girl sitting and watching.

"God, damn it."

Ruri perks up again, a bit angry at the loud outbursts. "Would you shut up, I am trying to relax." the guy pivots, tilting his head off to one side with a raised eyebrow. "And I am trying to fish, go relax somewhere else." His sight immediately leaps back to the lake. "You suck at it." she grumbles, and his ears perk up. "Like you could do any better." Pissed she stands up and rushes next to the dude, plucking a fishing pole off the dock. "Better than you." Another tossed spear into the water, before he yanks a rope and pulls it back out. A bit of her nerves welling up, not to sure what the hell it was she had just gotten herself into. Stealing glances at the guy, having not a clue who he was, he didn't seem to be even paying attention. She sighs before the bobber sinks into the waves. Her disposition shifts immediately to fright. "Woah there." he reaches and grabs the rod before it yanks her ass under the water. "You were almost fish food." she bites her lip "Shut up and keep fishing." as a trout flounders on the line. A soft smile as she eyed what she had done.

A pair of glasses removed, a smile that mirrored it. The wanderer wasn't needed here just yet.

Thread Closure:
Eruda:
4*200=800*1.03=824 EXP
Ruri:
4*200=800*1.03=824 EXP
Simmone:
(824*.1=82*2=164+400=564 Col)

A clutch of her head with both hands, a soft murmur that built in volume with each successive continuation. "Shut up..." Twisting toward the door frame with an increase "Shut up!" Leaning just a bit, she bellows "SHUT UP!" she binds her hands to the side of her temples, becoming so overwhelmed she was internally screaming. Ruri couldn't take this, this constant badgering by the blonde. She felt cornered, trapped in here like an animal. Trying to push herself onto Ruri had only made her more and more locked up and frightened. Fumbling around in her inventory, for something, anything. She heaves the glass bottle against the wall with enough force to see it explode like a hand grenade. I have to have something... Ripping through what little items she had, some untouched for what felt like eons. I need to escape, I need to get out of here. Anywhere else would be better.

A small ding of her HUD showed it was time again for her to drink it, and dismissing the alarm, she pulls the cork out and takes a swig of the stuff. Her tongue immediately pops out, it tasted like soap. Building a little wall up around herself as she kept in a close-knit ball. "Haine forgot about me..." one can hear just a murmur of the words from behind the corner. Her voice carries a bit, given the place was so...empty "Go away. I don't need you to baby me." she becomes immediately abrasive at the mention of her sister and Raidou. "When are you going to get it through that thick head of yours. I don't want to talk. Leave me alone." she shrinks even further at the sight of the girl's familiar closing in. "I don't need you, I don't need anyone. They certainly didn't need me, care about me." Another vocal outburst that threatens to shake the building's very foundation. Save one...

Sliding out of view and pressing her back to a wall, she slides down and clutches her head. "Just stop talking." Ruri bellows out from the wall she had shielded herself behind, trying to push this girl away. Apparently, she didn't know when to quit. Burying her head in folded arms, draped across her knees, pressed as close as she could muster against her chest. To her pocket she pulls out a vial of some bright green liquid, a preventative and restorative the same. The same liquid that she was given when she woke up, the one that tasted like total ass. The bluenette cradles it and holds it close like some prized gift, as if it was playing the part of a person. She couldn't handle this, and it was this little object that offered her solace, the very antidote that was given to her the same as the last. A small piece of the guy that did it, something to cling to when things got difficult. Her eyes dance it, as her thumbs slide against the smooth glass.

"You don't know a damn thing about me." Ruri snaps at the blonde tank, who, despite any attempts at parley, looked like she was going to keep pushing. I was trapped in my own mind for virtually years, with nothing more than sounds of others crying and trying to heal me. Screaming against the darkness, that would never end. Winding up into a ball and sheltering herself from this assailant, who was so insistent on trying to relate with her. "Too damn late, where were you when I was stuck? You act all high and mighty, and think that some righteous self-worth will make everything ok. Get the hell away from me!" The vial shatters and shortly after in her aggressive barking the coffee cup finds the floor as well. Bits of shrapnel explode out and see the brown mass ooze along the floor. A mix of fury and anguish, being alone and being unable to bridge the gap to another. Ruri didn't need this chick to pretend to understand.

The faint smell of a cup of coffee, a whiff of the stuff over the smell of chemicals. Unfolding her arms and leaning around the glassware, and spotting the platter. Her eyes dart to the girl folded up, who was obviously trying to make 'peace'. What does she even care, she hardly knows me!? The words rang through her head, looking with disdain at the Joe in the cup. She has no idea what I've been through, and now she just expects me to be all 'buddy buddy' with her because she made me... Her eyes advance back to the cup and soften a bit. You can faintly hear the cup move, but instead of drinking it, she just stares daggers at it, unsure how to take it. That welling feeling of abandonment, of isolation as she punched vision clear through it with a bit of spite. Shutting her eyes and seeing visions of the dark, she sits next to it and begins to make waterworks again. I need you now. Where are you?

The bubbling and boiling finds liquid beginning to pour into a jar, a faint reddish hue in what looked like Kool-Aid. Ruri was doing her best, and it seemed a bit runny. Into a bath of ice, to help it cool, she sees it flare blue for a second before the mixture turns completely black. Her haste had made the crap completely fail. Her mind just wasn't in the right headspace to be brewing potions with this sudden addition to the lab. Damn it... Eying the thing with some light shining through it with one of the candle like lights on the wall. She notices the sudden lack of the girl eyeballing her. "So she knows Raidou, kinda figures given this is like his building and crap." Her eyes advance to the roof, leaving the black ink in a bottle to spin down a drain.

What would she have done without him...

Folding her arms around her chest, she knew the answer, and it wasn't pretty. That feeling as if she was going to get consumed by time again punching needle size holes into her skin. A bit of tears welling in her eyes, lost and forgotten. Rubbing her eyes with her sleeve, "Right, back to brewing potions." A simple distraction, one thing at a time to focus on.

A twist of her head as she'd been sussed out and found by a small thing that howls softly. "Yeah, what's it to you?" Ruri attempts to dismiss this recent addition into her studies. Her head abuzz with how the hell this person just knew her name, but trying to play it cool. Intensely staring into the paper and feigning like she was busy. Maybe if I ignore her, she'll go away. A bundle of nerves still, It hadn't ever dawned on her that someone would hear her or that someone would be in the hall so bright and early. A few hurried flips of the book finds her lock onto a page at random and peel the herb that matched the picture up, sliding behind the glassware like wall she disappears behind it, and you can hear a burner alight. Be busy, look busy. She starts to move vials and the like around, turning around and getting on her tip toes to reach a dropper and jar with some golden mixture in it.

The soft rustle of paper on a tabletop littered with different size bottles and vials. Inside a book that the bluenette was staring intently at images colored haphazardly with what looked like colored pencils, handwritten notes littered about near the descriptions as to what each was usable in. Soft crunch of some cereal the girl was chewing on, trying to wrap her head around all this math. It really was the most complicated damn profession, just math and numbers: Measurements, types and specific heat. Her head was still spinning, trying to get a handle on it all.

Her guide was out and about on his own affairs, which was common place. In the times she was left to her own devices, although this was complex, it was something she could grasp and work on and begin to understand. The world, not so much. It was early, quiet, and she was left alone to think. Still a bit uncomfortable, still a bit angry, but she was working on it. Another spoonful into her mouth, twirling the spoon and sticking it on her tongue as she fiddled with a couple plants left by Raidou for her to mess with. Staring at them with intention, huffing them and moving the leaves around.

Ruri | HP: 660/660 | EN: 84/84 | DMG: 13

Ignore until 5/6 (Just Yeeting these out, so that I can focus on other things)

Current Level: 44
Current SP: 171
SP Tracking: 

Item Upgrades: Nope, all vanity

A slink of the rather abysmal basic katana into its scabbard, after lopping off the remaining's head. A burst like confetti and a flash of little fractals "They weren't that tough. Lighten up a bit, Onee-chan." Ruri extrudes with a dismissal. "Let's go after the big ones, maybe they will drop some fat loot or somethin'" Her eyes swap to Kiluia "You don't need to trap them if they're dead dude." Sizing up the large fat things with teeth, she slinks a bit to the side. An intense gaze locked to the newly formed resistance against their little posse. A slide of her feet brings her low, bowing her head and clutching the blades handle.

A single metallic snare *Shhhink* sees a blue solid line phase through the culprit. Man Katana's were OP shit. The first in a group of obtuse, overly gorged wolves explodes into tiny pixels in a shower. The other howls and lunges for her, raking her leg as she attempts to slide off to the side. "Yikes." She eyes her own appendage showing a row of three red lines burned across her shin. A sharp decrease of her HP bar, she'd taken quite the hit. Turns out there were strength in numbers, and diving head first like a lunatic wasn't the best choice. 

Ruri | HP:880/880 | EN:88/88 | DMG:10

His response made such little sense to her, they were almost strangers, but it was clear that he had never given up on her. Through how he spoke it, it was so undeniably true. She was forced to accept it as fact. "That's so simple."  Ruri couldn't help but smile along with him, it was infectious. An overhand toss of the vial that was once filled with the vile mixture "But you need to learn to brew better tasting potions dude." Raidou sighs for a moment. "I feel like I am alone, like the entire world just acted like I didn't exist. Not even Haine, seemed like she cared. She rushed off and got hitched with Kiluia, built a house and is living with him. While I was stuck in that bed." Her mood sours rather quickly. "What makes you different, when the whole place just lost track of me." She had more to say but she couldn't convince herself to continue to speak.

"You better give me a better answer, being a guild mate isn't good enough. I don't believe it." Ruri barked at him, pushing the fold. She needed something better than that to cling to. Above she notices the flurry had ended and her legs no longer completely absent of feeling. She stands, still holding the robe around her like a blanket as it drug about in the snow below, it still smelled so damn awful. But somehow it was nice. Leaning forward and sticking a hand onto the side of his face, looking into his eyes with a clear intention of forcing him to answer truthfully. She remembered that he was weak to touch. "Tell me the truth Raidou."

A murmur from her breath as her legs began to give way, the cold of the floor offering her no respite. "What are you doing?" planting her butt without her input into the sleet below. He looked strange as she stared at him, something about his appearance was almost haunting. Once her eyes locked to his, that blazing iris of his was almost startling and harrowing. It was as if Raidou was looking plainly through her. A soft gaze toward him as he offers no answer, she takes but a single step toward him after she struggles to her feet. There was a moment, that he was forgotten.

The feeling of warmth and that same feral scream when she began to feel again

Another footfall allows a crunch beneath her feet. Like a wave that was pushing everything else aside, those few moments while she was trapped in her own head began to creep back in and replace what was assaulting her. "It was you, you got me out of that crap." She replies with an earnest recollection, remembering the sound. Followed by the smell, as if it was just yesterday. He looked like a complete creature, something straight out of a boss chamber. But even still she couldn't help but take another step.

The words came next, those little phrases that continued to play back. Like a recording.

The snow breaks beneath her feet, being pressed down. On the rim of the ice she struggles to keep her footing, all of her balance still yet returned and the numbness offering no assistance. "It was your voice, that I kept hearing. Stuck in that bed." It was spoken like a question, but Ruri already knew the answer to it. She wanted him to say something. Anything. She felt like she needed to hear him say it. That it was true, from someone that wasn't her own memory.

It was his robe wrapped around her once her vision returned

"Why me?" She asks him trying to get him to speak, falling on her behind next to his face looking straight into the creature he was. A blanket of red wraps around her shoulders as it becomes visible with a flash, the storm beginning to fade away with its arrival. A word from him as the red began to fade.

"Ruri" A pause as his eyes began to shift from red to orange, still dripping water to the ice below. "It's always been you."

Lifting herself to the flats of her feet, her hands still numb from where she had fell. That argument still offering her nothing but a maelstrom of thoughts that she could hardly contemplate before they disappear into the ether. It just wasn't fair that this had happened to her. Ruri begins to stumble her way out into the depths, some storm had been brewing here forming a blizzard that made it hard to see. A glance into the rough as she just wanted to get lost in it, without direction slinking deeper into that white opacity as if it would erase her.

The chill in her arms and spine was not unnoticed, helping her body reflect the novocaine that had embraced her heart. She was drowning in it, could not escape it. She finds a place suitable, a single edge that she could not see the bottom. Struggling to find the courage, cowardice offering her pause as she eyed that thing and tried to convince herself to make that plunge. To wipe it all clean. To make what was assumed an actuality. Ruri takes another step toward the rim, watching a pile of snow flail off its edge and vanish into the soft fog below.

Creeping was the thoughts of Haine and Kiluia, being matched together and living happily. Four chairs, two familiars and a wedding ring. No brother and now no sister. Everyone else she knew had not arrived, how many of them were actually left? Shutting her eyes tightly and swallowing hard, sliding her foot forward and feeling the lack of solidity below her toes. A feral sound like a monster breaches the storm like a crash of thunder, something that forces her eyes open and scares the living shit out of her at the same time. Seeking out that noise, she finds a mountain of red mixed with the white. A male dripping wet.

"Raidou"

Ruri | HP:860/860 | EN:86/86 | DMG:10

A glance around struggling to find herself free of this damned floor, her vision blurry and her face still burning as she cleared the outside gate of Haine's home. What the hell am I supposed to do now? Why did I explode like that? If Haine didn't hate me before...

She most certainly did now.

Why Kiluia, why wasn't it her. What made him her sisters focus instead? A typhoon of questions with no answers, tear from one to the next in the storm, unable to find any purchase before being ripped away into that gale. Ruri was absolutely lost, finding only fragments of her memories to pay her any direction. A floor, any floor that she could possibly remember was better than here. If the whole world didn't seem to give a crap that she was still alive, had just assumed that she was gone for good. If she had nowhere left to belong, and no one cared anymore what happened to her. Right through the main settlement of amazon style, finding the pad in a huff as she searched her thoughts for anything she could clutch to. "Floor 4, Snowfrost." The first that came into her head, the only thing that actually lingered from before. The bitter cold and white sleet mirrored how she felt on the inside, slinking away from the pad and falling to her knees. The stuff numbed the skin on her hands as they disappeared into it.

If she didn't exist to anyone.

     Then she should just make it official.

Thread Complete:
Each:
2*SP (1 Thread Closure, 1 Event Bonus)
400*Col (Haine)

There was an awkward silence after the big reveal, in Ruri's chest burned a fire that she was trying to swallow. So she wasn't trying to save her at all, she wasn't just trying to build some distance to save herself the pain. No, her big sister. Onee-chan. Had simply moved on, started a family and just left her there to rot away. With Kiluia no less, that asshole that was always after her hand from the moment they met. Ruri couldn't take bottling it in, her face felt flush and rubbed raw. As if someone had taken a sheet of sandpaper and drug it across her head.

"It was best for you to shack up with Kiluia while I was stuck in that bed? While I couldn't even move, you came to just hit it off? Dating, engaged. All of that while I was trapped there?" Ruri struggled out the words, under duress as they came out in pieces. "You just abandoned me, and you thought that a bowl of noodles would make it ok?" At this point she was practically screaming, Mishka rushes off in an instant. Startled by the violent outburst. A screech of the chair out from underneath her. All those bottled emotions oozing out of every pore on her face, but she couldn't look at Haine at all. Her eyes gave way to a mix of anger and sadness. Did Haine even try to help her, or just assume her a lost cause?

Right for the door, she couldn't stand to be in this home that was crafted by the two of them. She contemplated blaming Kiluia from stealing her away once she was bound. He was probably the reason that Haine stopped trying.

The rattle of the dishes as Haine would refill the contents of her bowl, Ruri couldn't help but sense the tension. It was so thick that it could be cut, would fall to the floor like a bag of stones and rattle. The taste stuck to her tongue was undeniably reminiscent of their time together. The smell brought back memories as well, looking at the pair of chopsticks in her hand. Lifting her arm and using it to wipe her face with the sleeve attached. Her clothes were still a bit tight and aged, just about to give in from the durability lost. It was who she was, but was that who she was still?

That little squirrel in her tummy had been put to rest, throwing a fit no longer. Within the vacuum as it had left, was an uncomfortable realization of the state between the two sisters. The table between them was a physical embodiment of the rift sheared between them both. This game had taken away the ability for them to recognize one another, like looking through a glass frosted over. The image was distorted and changed forever. A fixation on her sister with the same face, but that clearly altered outward appearance. Like a person that received a haircut and you could hardly tell who they were. Her eyes shift to her hands again, curious what her own face would look like right about now. A small familiar in the distance, milling at a noodle that had dropped in her aggressive consumption.

All that dug through her head, was getting even for this. Haine clearly wasn't the problem, but Ruri couldn't shake this feeling of being abandoned. Her big sister couldn't have known, couldn't have survived if she didn't distance herself. Ruri understood, but it didn't make it hurt any less either. She was confused, unsure who to blame for this mess. Both girls were a victim of the system, something that had ripped them apart and stored them away. Forcing them to grow in separation, making them forget each other. She knew that Haine wasn't the blame, but Ruri was finding it hard not to.

A few moments of awkward silence as cutlery was settled about the place, the pair of chopsticks in her right hand and a rumble in her tummy putting her into a state. Before Haine was through her prayer, a bone empty dish is placed in front of the container that held it. A subtle grumble in her stomach, a single noodle stuck to the side of her lips. Yeah, it was burnt, and yeah, it was maybe because she let it burn. But heck, if she cared even if in the slightest. It was something in that angry little monster, silencing its outcries that were driving her bananas. There was a bit of nostalgia on the taste, as neither of them were that great at cooking before. Somehow the burned way, had become the best way.

"Yeah.." Ruri choked out, slinking it toward her older, hoping she'd get the gist without making her ask. A bit embarrassed she slides small into her chair, shrinking and avoiding eye contact because she thought she looked like some kinda animal in how fast she destroyed that bowl. The chopsticks clatter together as she coyly eyeballs the pot, as if playing desperate charades with her gaze without wanting to ask.

Working the dish before Haine would assume control of it, "Sorry" an apology, paid at the state of the dish she was trying to assist with. It seemed that no matter how much she tried, she always managed to screw up. Ruri slid to the drawers and peeled out the utensils at Haine's behest. In a pile in her hands, she begins to set them along that huge white wood and polished table. Setting them down in a clatter, the bluenette moves to a cupboard and pulls up two bowls. She was not a cook, and it takes her a moment to find what she sought.

Her sister's eyes were red and puffy, and Ruri was still disconnected. She could taste her failure, and couldn't help but feel like a stranger to her sister as well. This thing between them had drawn a rift, and it was almost impossible to fathom overcoming it. Opening her inventory and seeking her chopsticks, they were still in there. How she remembered them was odd, as if the meal itself had brewed the recollection. Those single white rods with three blooming flower designs at the larger end. At the table, she takes a seat, worried she'd screw up further and putting some distance between her and the hot vessel. Another grumble in her stomach proves she was still starving, and she'd enjoy this meal no matter how uncomfortable it was in the end. Trying to start anew.

The little metallic plinks as the spoon continued to stir, while Haine's head fell. Ruri listened intently to everything that was spoken, staring into the soup? She still didn't know how any of this really worked. It wasn't until Haine was finally finished speaking that she would start. "Let me adjust, give me time to return to normal. Whatever that is." The bluenette pauses and the silence for all but the little pot, a sharp inhale and exhale before she would continue. "It wasn't fair to either of us, and I couldn't expect you to stay the same onee-san. I am not blaming you. I just need to discover who you are now"

After this she'd look at Haine and fold into the lower half of her chest. "It's a lot, its almost too much to handle it. Dealing this is going to take time, and I need you to be honest with me like that. Don't pretend that everything will just go back to how it was." The pot began to bubble as Ruri embraced Haine, a little bit taking to foaming over. The girl was still a terrible cook and it showed, as it began to burn. She caught it and released her sister. "Whoops..." A sudden jerk to the spoon causing the white froth began to descend. "Dang I've been here for less than a couple minutes, and I've already made a mess." But she wasn't referring to the small puddle on the stove top.