Raidou

10/27/21 (Item Conversion, From Above)

ID:199939 | Battle:8, Craft:9, Loot:18 (+8 EN) A rather complacent stare, peering through a pair of lenses that in this light were just mirrors. Raidou rips his blade in a swipe, passing through in a blind. That lingering static still over driving his movement, and as his robe sways, a chunk of health simply falls off the produced bar. "I could have sworn he was worse than this." The nomad remarks, much to the confusion of surrounding party members. "What?" He asks those that were staring, it had yet to dawn on him that he was acting even the slightest bit different. A tap of an extended

Watching the girl just produce a spread of an entire meal from a pocket dimension, Raidou cannot help but ask. "You just carry this with you all the time?" Violet seemed content with whatever image he had in mind for friends, and they were an odd bunch. But at this point they were more akin to family. A whiff of the scent from her little boxes as she plucked them open. It being ushered toward him finds a lifted hand in refusal. "I couldn't impose." Again with that near silent betrayal, a low grumble from the deepest pits. A small black string, finds its way out of the nomads sleeve. What seems

Concentration CD [4/5], Focused Howl CD [2/4], Parry CD [1/4], Parry Duration [2/3] Lifting a silver colored blade up, the layer of soot that had formed on it from time finally wearing off. A pounding of green flames dance across an open field, and in that mess he could see Eruda and Griswold. They were doing their part, protecting everyone and holding their own. But it wouldn't last. His feet immediately slide apart, a pair of lenses fall into the soil. A flare of red in his eyes portrays something boiling in the depths of his being. The massive grinding, a flap of a robe and a volatile

"Fair." Violet was correct on that front, at least they were still alive to make changes and to work toward laying those burdens to rest. There was a noticeable difference between the two, she was much more expressive and excitable, which was strange next to a smoothed out almost complacent mirror. "A meal?" His stomach betrays him, it had been more than a few hours and the rumble of it complaining makes itself known. The last promise of meal instantly became the forefront of his mind from the sea of reflection, Celes was the last he'd made such an arrangement and was still waiting for her to

ID:199894 | Battle:8, Craft:10, Loot:10 (+108 HP, +8 EN) A shared glance, and Raidou was on top of her but a second later. One broad stroke with more static riddling and curving off that blade sends her ass over tea kettle into the center of the room, thoroughly obliterating the remainder of a shattered table. "Curious, you think you could hide." Raidou's eyes light up, a skill that could find her anywhere. A faint trail of red, as he twists his weapon and its starts to wash with color again. The truth was, no matter where she went or what object she decided to perch behind. Nowhere wo

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Yep, Twice

10/27/21 Materials Sent: 9/22/21 Moved to Guild Vault Given to Shiina (Vault)

10/27/21 (Crafting Respite: 184185) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 199452 CD: 3 +1 LD: 13 Uncommon (2) 8 (+5 Ambition) 2 199453 CD: 9 +1 LD: 19 Rare (4) 10

10/26/21 (Crafting Respite: 184184-2) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 199424 CD: 10 +1 LD: 11 Perfect (2) 13 (+5 Ambition) 2 199425 CD: 2 +1 LD: 20 Salvage Success (4)

A simple exchange, a glance with nothing more than one extra second. A discussion would be held, later. A windstorm arises and falls, far from the strangest thing the nomad had seen. "That's...new." Raidou quipped, repairing the distance from his brow a pair of lenses had slid. The robe begins to return to a simple sway from a flutter. The horrid screeching happens immediately, as various apparatus and objects are flung with clatters and bangs. "Ah, I needed another sample." The red wanderer remarked, as he still hadn't cracked the formula of the one potion he'd yet to brew himself. A hand ove

A single turning page, upon a countertop as various dials are turned. The soft glow of a blue flame, cast against a large sphere of glass. The mixture within that bubble, boiling and twisting with rising steam. "Very good, seems to be taking." He remarks to the girl on his immediate left, who seems almost elated that something had finally taken. Alchemy was no simple task, and it took dedication, given it seemed that almost half or more of concoctions tried to blow up in your face. The small ring of a prompt, a small little envelop flaring out of the corner of his eye. "It would appear that so

"I suppose. I'll take it into consideration." The truth of the matter was, he couldn't bring himself to ever part with anything out of the book ever again. But even still, Mina believed this Arbiter's Hand to be at least notable for retrieving information. Raidou still wasn't convinced that he wasn't to blame, and god forbid that quite a few others blamed him as well. When he'd show up, and not but a few days later some incident occurred, it was hard not to assume that 'the new different thing' was the culprit. Thus the rumor was born. "We each have our own set of burdens, don't we." Raidou re

"I did, I had no idea what it was being used for. Despite my suspicions, I was alone in this place for what felt like ages. The one thing I was good at was gathering information, and I needed to eat." He slides through page after page. "I am not proud of it, and as soon I was made aware of how it was being used, I left it behind me. Even still, there are so many that seek what I carry in here, and its existence works to disarm others from repeating my mistakes. Hard work is only necessary when there isn't such a readily quicker path available. Through it, I become a target, but it solves the i

Flipping through the pages, he tore out a page. "I'm sorry for your loss." There was an obvious expression of sorrow, pained, upon his rather generic, boyish looking face. Raidou balls the piece up, lowering its durability quite considerably in an instant, before tossing it out into the field of flowers and seeing it destroyed. The topic was bitter, something that Mina clearly didn't want to drudge up. He'd switch that scope inward. "Mine, is this book." He remarked looking through the pages, catching on his peripheral a shutter as a familiar played nest atop his hair. To another page, ri

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It wasn't quite what he wanted, Raidou was rather plain in what he enjoyed. Unsweetened green tea would have sufficed, but he chose to accept what it was that was brought, and it was pleasant. Although a bit too sweet for his typical wants. Another order and shared conversation as the two attempted to catch up to times, learning quite a bit how he and Haine were fairing. The nomad couldn't help but smile at the prospect, finding solace in the story shared. It was all he ever wanted for them both, glad that it was something that could finally transpire. Now all that lingered on the horizon was

Wandering with his friend in tow, he ushers into the small cafe. A ring of a bell alerts the NPC to his presence. The girl behind the counter, her head twists as a grin begins to form. A band begins to play rather unfitting music, and Raidou finds himself to a table. Once the waitress finds her way to greet them, an order is placed. The cacophony of background noise does well to rise the nomads nerves. But a plain look toward Kiluia who didn't seem to be bothered by it in the slightest helps root them before it begins. A short time later, what was placed is made real. Small glasses filled

Looking up into an awaiting screen as the sensation of heat burned across his shoulders. It felt as though his skin could tear itself off and fold into a tiny origami crane. The blood boiled in his veins, and even still, outwardly you couldn't even tell. A victory of practice, a facsimile of what was going on underneath. It comes out completely placid, dead pan, without any idea how he was supposed to respond in this moment. "Cheese." The following photo would reflect just an almost aloof, albeit serene expression. Another feverish rub of his thumb on that book, and another question buzzi

Such joy from Mina, and yet Raidou couldn't find the grounds to appeal with the same. He was never the brash or excitable sort, always so meticulous and studious. In a way he envied her. Instead, just an almost unfeeling acceptance of what was, and rarely a smile to match it. Else it was nothing more than just a response, a confirmation that he had heard. The wanderer caught on the words again, Violet was clinging to something personal. He could pick up on the turn of phrase, from experience. But it wasn't bothering her now, but some part of him was frowning deep down. That was another one, an

A hand planted firmly on his head, raking the strands like the flame before. That same signature bubbling in his stomach, from the exposure and the contact. Raidou steels himself his best to quash that rush, one that back in the day would have seen him face first on the floor. Mina may just be right, and the wanderer couldn't argue with it, but yet couldn't help but feel as though he was ignoring them through it. "Quite expressive, it suits you." Raidou remarks, as the toes in his shoes wiggle as a physical release. It's plucked free, and the static that was ripping down his nerves subsid

"Blind..." Spoken as if the sentiment was returned, shattered into a million pieces that littered the floor like a broken glass. Joining Violet's gaze, two insignificant specs under a newly birthed starlit sky. Peeling from that blackened layer, small pinholes that allowed souls in through its cover. "Am I?" a rather plain-looking boy, sitting on a device of his own ideals and without it, he was no different. "I wonder if that's true, I find that all that I run across has some dream. Some unspoken need of the heart, that they are too afraid to let free. Is it kindness, in how intrusively I ana