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Raidou

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About Raidou

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    Red Wanderer
  • Birthday 10/29/1991

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    Firm Anima

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  1. The man would squeeze his friends hand, one that he'd always been ready to pull her back up from the brink. Just like Haine had done for him so many years ago. Both of them had been drowning in graves of their own making, and it took someone else with the resolve to help pull them out. "Good, then I have little to worry about." Raidou adjusts the glasses on her nose, finding the symbolism quite fitting given she was now playing the diviner of truth. "You've always been so smart, Mari. When everyone else had given up on you, I had faith in you." The demeanor was staggering, her determination ju
  2. The response that he expected as nearly any he'd relay this information always had a similar response. He'd bare the questions in that same stoic and cast iron composure, a truth hung heavy in the room as Mari's chair toppled over. "I am not sure how much you've been told. Or what your affiliation with the guild might be." Raidou offered an upturned hand as if encouraging her to sit before she flopped over. Refilling her cup with that same steaming mixture. "Laughing Coffin was quite interested in you, Opal exclusively. When I learned about it some years back, I wasn't sure what to think. You
  3. Raidou would lean forward, giving her arms a look over and looking for any of those tell tale marks denoting damage on her body. "The exhaustion will pass, eat something." The guy would lean over and unfurl one of the few rations stored in here for probably a good month. It wasn't exactly the most welcoming meal, but it sufficed to recharge the excessive energy loss. A candle that burns twice as hot but lasts twice as long, which is why he did not hesitate or pull any punches. "I know I was there." The brown haired man would offer, folding the dry biscuit around in his mouth and trying not to
  4. Into the small cleared out dungeon, one of many that now served as safehouses whenever made relevant. The place was dark, empty and with the strike of a stone the nomad would start to spark torches around the room. A decrepit little place, some rundown wooden furniture sat silent inside. Raidou would move to one of the cupboards, opening it up and pulling out a linen bag clearly to new for its surroundings. "How do you feel?" He'd ask as she was clearly in quite a bit of pain, moving to a table and pouring out its contents and starting to rummage through it. A couple of bottles of green liquid
  5. The man twists and bend to take in their surroundings, finding that they were now alone. No witnesses that would be able to recount what they had witnessed. Instead, the wall would offer that the detachment was slain by another pair of frontline assholes. But the secret remain as such. "Enough!" The man barked and his body would start to drip in response, as the heavy layers of black would start to fall off like slices of dead skin. They collide and splash into a large black puddle, leaving both players rigid and out of breath. His blade turns and finds itself slid into a sheath awaiting it on
  6. The dark sludge finds itself tearing into the man like a knife through paper, a ruthless tug up causes the tree to topple as he is split up the middle. The blade spins up to neutral, drawn across his body and held aloft. That faint glow of crimson, as the essence of the man feeds that steel and it charges by the system for more. Mari would find herself trapped in Juiblex, who found her strength useful, her emotion functional. Writhing in a mix of breaks and snaps, it would adhere itself to her frame as if it knew she would give in. A dagger from the floor, disappears into the black ooze and it
  7. OH BOY OPRAH Dimensional Pouch [247738] | [15 Mon] Adds +1 to the player's Battle Ready Inventory. A player may only benefit from one Dimensional Pouch at a time, but can be worn in addition to a Dimensional Backpack or Hammerspace Backpack.
  8. A black cable races across the ground latching the unconscious ones ankle and ripping it into Raidou, that black blade tearing through it as its whisked up. Across the waist, its carved in twain and shatters like glass upon the branches and terrain. Mari was just as headstrong as always, the endless pain in the butt. In another age he would have forced her, afraid of his own control for fear of turning on her. Watching her health flash in and out, the blood red miasma tearing at her vitality like many more before it. The man flicks his screen open, choosing to trust her. Put his faith in her i
  9. The thickened black ichor suctioned to his skin, drawing itself along him like furthering death on a low tide. Surrounded by the hounds of man, wolves in the shape of people who to which they'd worn the pelts of sheep. Far too long it had gone on on table scraps, failed potions, and the like. It was eager for a feast that it had not had for far too long. The resonating shriek of a woman who had since escaped her own heartache, her own turmoil. An echo through a cavernous death trap it would echo for miles down those somber woods. "Mari?" It would hiss in a horrid twist, a layer of voices spoke
  10. A soft touch with the back of his hand against her face. She would snuggle against it before opening her eyes. Raidou would lean in to whisper something to her, giving her a kiss and standing up. It would leave her giggling as the blanket goes over her head. Scanning through his menu quickly as his normal attire would find purchase against his frame. Scampering down her steps, taking a cup in his hands to drink the rest. Setting in the basin, he would walk to the table and take a piece of bread that tasted of strawberry. That should last him for a while, grabbing his frames off the small shelf
  11. ♫ The simplest of journeys can often lead to the unexpected. Time had a way of burying all history, leaving only those that survived it to remember what had happened. This hatchet lay buried for all trapped within the confines of these 4 digital walls, allowing those within to flourish and thrive. But there would always be those that refused to forget, or those that would unexpectedly walk through the dusts of time and awaken what slumbered within its confines. Sometimes its best to leave well enough alone, sometimes the truth is stranger then fiction. The soft crunch of leaves
  12. What no word count requirement anymore? Weird Duality (1) | 247665 Choose one of the following effects: +30 MIT, -3 DMG or +3 DMG, -30 MIT. These effects stack with other buffs.
  13. The man slams his foot into the edge of a doorway, trying his best to oblige her goals of secrecy. Allowing the girl to guide him with his hand covering his face, he'd run with the motions. Into a pale moonlit night with the stars looming overhead, a blanket tapestry of small white dots that broke up the cascade of blues. The man would take Elda's lead and look down to the paper and back up, easily plucking the star out amongst the many. A curious thing on a manufactured sky, but the gesture behind it was rather sweet regardless of the fact. As Elda would lean into his shoulder, the flowers ar
  14. Raidou would look to the board state, his castled rook opened when the pawn had been taken earlier. His king secure, and the queen moving an excellent interference through a power play. The man would draw the line, as he'd run the rook right through her backline. "Checkmate." The man offers mysteriously, knowing full well that the line of soldiers were undermined by the simple play. To rely too much on strong pieces, without the insight to see how they interplay with one another left spaces where everything could be undone with a single well planned stroke. Elda presses a left into his cheek c
  15. The gentle rain on their skin would offer the slightest control to the built heat, a pleasant escape of it like a thermal sink. The man would tap the top of the black horse, tilting it as he'd draw lines across the black and white checkered board. "Yes, but that will not be the move." He'd explain as he'd draw a line diagonally across toward the white bishop, showing the straight shot all the way in. "Each play has another counter play. To succeed, guided sacrifice and foresight. Instead I would take this, and lure the bishop." He'd tilt a black pawn, and show the angle then draw a line with h
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