Raidou

With the simple action of a door opening, Raidou catches a familiar face. Although never introduced personally, Jon had expedited the girl from the room. In this the wanderer was grateful, as it appeared as though this was going sideways quickly. But it was what he was more than accustomed to, after all most met him with the same resistance. The tension was so thick it was almost solid, hung in the air like a stink. What was supposed to be a simple meal and a gentle shove toward a dream ended up nothing short of a nightmare. But it was with these little exchanges, that progress could be made.

In the sudden burst of red, the eyes of the massive matriarch begin to gloss over in white as the pupil vanishes. What is left is blindness, for all but the swordsman in red. The intensity shared between the two, as Raidou stood off against the beast. It lunges and lifts a heavy talon filled appendage. It slams against him with surprising ferocity, causing his robe to flail about aggressively under the wind pressure. But he stands strong, the light show and the slight shaking of an outstretched hand. He was matching its strength with his own. "Lay it to waste, now is not the time for hesitatio

Water shakes with a sudden splash, a bit of moisture clung to a black boot. That same flowing drape of red, mixed with the slight hint of the same parading through the air. A contained fury met with a goal. To fully prepare for the coming tide, Raidou would accept no substitution. There had been talk of something to increase his and other tank's capabilities, and he was always about an edge. Before it was the black blood of a skeletal lord that he'd driven to nigh extinction on the regular, but a tide of black that mirrored it made anew. "What do you suppose, can't be much further now." The se

ID:200928 | Battle:4, Craft:10, Loot:17 (Endless Maze, No Spawn) Low-Light Penalty in effect [-1 ACC] A sudden overcast shadow looms overhead, the way to the prospective tower easily spotted by a man who had traveled floor after floor in isolation. He was well versed in discovering and navigating, new or not. "There." Raidou shifts his attention upward, a single set of giant wings. Correcting his lenses, and holding them in place, he rips his right hand out in front of him. "Bring him to me, Juiblex!" A writhing mass of black ooze forms a coiling and winding tether in black. Grappling lik

The soft clatter of his heel, the rhythmic clicking upon stone. A crimson red robe swaying with every step, at his back a parade of guild members that had proven their worth and capability. With a raid on the horizon and the promise of strength held within, Raidou's intentions were clear. There would be a slaughter before the day was through, a necessary requirement to bolster their ranks just that much further and provide just one more edge to reduce risk. "It's through here." Raidou quips back to the party, a routine gathering of faces he'd more than become accustomed. Evidently this wa

A slight tussle of his glasses, ignoring the man's fervor near feet from him. As it turned out, Raidou did not scare, and to some that was unsettling. "For a moment, if you will, see this from my perspective. I had not a single idea there was a familial bond between any of you, and this girl." A single gesture toward Mina who was still conked out completely. "Finds me in a field, and despite her earnest intentions showed some serious hardship. Naturally I would assume the source close by. I could feel it as if the blade was being dragged across my own skin." Back to that cup he held as another

Approved, Enjoy

Approved!

"Needed to." Raidou corrected the idea, as there was still some room on that front. A match in intensity, the strongest tank in Aincrad with a strange muddy mixture of purple on his eyes. The backdrop in its soft orange glow doing well to accent the light from the pair's eyes. A simple glance to the dagger as he looked past a risen cup of tea, as it would appear his show of good faith was unnoticed. No matter, it spoke a bit to their intentions. "Not an appraiser myself, but I know a few." Pressed to his lips, an unsweetened sip as he kept that fury contained. "As do I, This world is full

A small twist of a pair of chopsticks in his hand, another cube of meat still clutched in between, before it's offered to his mouth with a simple flourish. "The same to you, Rosa, I must say I am impressed and humbled to be wrong." His eyes scan the room, a pair of glasses just picking up the soft glow of a burning flame. "There are no healers to the ruthless, Glenn, your motives speak leagues for the Deck." His vision shifts to Mina, still slumbering with the softest of escaping breath. "She really is so enthusiastic, so pardon my concern. That enthusiasm may have led her to abuse, I needed t

11/4/21 Materials Sent: 11/3/21 Total: [Flash of Rejuvenation] * 30 Moved to Guild Vault (Shiina) Moved to Guild Vault (Simmone) Moved to Guild Vault (Sam) Moved to Battle Ready Inventory Moved to Guild Vault (Eruda)

11/3/21 (Crafting Respite: 184185-1) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 200842 CD: 10 +1 LD: 15 Perfect (2) 13 (+5 Ambition) 2 200843 CD: 4 +1 LD: 6 Uncommon (1)

A bit curious, as the soft light of day played upon his book. "I wonder how it's playing out." He comments now a fair margin through the margins of the ledger. A slide of his hand, a few more taps of the screen. A back-up just in case there was a failure that needed to be contained. It was surprisingly easy to keep betrayers under his thumb. Promise of wealth, or threaten with fear. To each their own motivator, and with his set of self taught skills it was easy to read. The book was a bore, and he still couldn't find a way to relax. It was starting to become clear why. Even still, page af

A coy smile, as messages came in one after another. It seems they were failing to put the woman down. A single response typed out without a bit of concern for these wolves wearing people skin: From: £ᏗፈᏋᏝë̶̛̥̤̗́͋͐̈͋͆́͘̚Ꮥֆ ᄂᎧɿᕲ To: Yuyang ᎦᏗᎥᏝᏬᏒᏋ ᏇᎥᏝᏝ ᏁᎧᏖ ᏰᏋ ᏖᎧᏝᏋᏒᏗᏖᏋᎴ, ᎦᎥᏁᎥᏕᏂ ᎥᏖ ᎧᏒ ᎴᎧ ᏁᎧᏖ ᏒᏋᏖᏬᏒᏁ. It was off, and it would certainly convince him to continue his assault. After all, he'd be eaten if he didn't comply. The red wanderer looks into his glass, losing himself in the soft green shade. He was absolutely at peace, while elsew

Milling about after the high pitched squeal that peeled from Rosa's lips, the boy cut through without much issue. There was both a mix of tradition to some, ire to others. You could really tell who was who in the crowd. All the ones that were not part of her standard fare seemed perturbed having to wait in turn. Even payment didn't render them in a line, an interesting show from a host. Where patrons eat second to family. What the wanderer sets his eyes on, most he'd only just visioned but never partook. This was clearly something more western in nature, a far cry from the realm he was from. A

Concentration Refreshed, Focused Howl CD [3/4], Parry CD [2/4], Parry Begins to Fade, ID:200368 | Battle:4, Craft:7, Loot:4 (+8 EN) Reeling from an entire wave of destruction, blades of all shapes and sizes forming a uniform and undivided front. Standing with a soft sway of his robe, an intensity as if he knew more than he let on. Winding back, a single last ditch effort from a beast with no where left to run. "It's over." Raidou remarks as his legs immediately shift, the tapestry on his back and with it what it represented. Something so much larger than them all, something so massively l

With the boss's health dwindling, and Freyd already after that same foul creature that he had been seeking for some time. His fellow captain would have all the time in the world to seek out his foe, for this was over. Freya had it pinned down, and it was all too easy to finish the job. An electric spark flies down the length of Auric Sol, and an overhead toss sees it fly like a knife. Right through the stomach with enough force to carve clean through. A discharge off as if a fork in a light socket. The body jerks and convulses violently, halting once death had been met. Left impaled by the bla

As Hanma made her leave, The red wanderer left that single wide grin on his face. No one had ever seen him wear it before, save a few select circles. It was by design that it didn't. "Aincrad Police Department, Celestial Ascendants, The Deck, Azure Brigade, Ebon Vanguard... The list goes on and on. All vying for attention from one another, all hoping to achieve something they know nothing about. If you don't like the world, it is how you perceive it, and you can change it just...like...a....potion" He spoke to his cup, alone, save the single barkeeper. "Who was she?" Raidou picked up his glass

Milling about in a time forgotten, leaving his thoughts to travel and yet trying to keep them anchored on this single point. It was as difficult as ever, and his struggle normally flew past completely unnoticed. It was something that composed him, something he'd become more than accustomed to. For others, forgetting was so easy. For the red wanderer, every moment played back as if it had just happened. Murders, exploitation, sorrow and sadness. Fear, regret, turmoil and betrayal. Down a hand, a rake of his fingers across ripe and well developed green leaves. Something so real and yet it w

In A pause of his hands, Raidou moves his hand to his face and removes the glasses that kept things contained. He exhales gently, resting his mind on this single point in time. Trying his best to keep himself anchored in that one pinnacle moment where a plan was made real. Laying it out in his mind, making sure the choices he'd made were the correct ones. No one seemed the wiser to what was to become, and no one had truly breached the walls he'd formed up around that production. The actors were where they were set, and strings still tethered to his fingers and moved when they were needed to. I

Recovery/VD Roll: ID:200317 | Battle:5, Craft:3, Loot:20 (No Proc) A cold and unfeeling return to his feet, it seemed as though Freya had no argument to such a statement. Perhaps the girl was learning a bit about what it was that she honestly faced. Out of the blue a ring of enemies begin to form on his minimap, hoping to blindside the group taking a moment's respite. Freyd was already well aware as he was, both being keen trackers. As Freyd opened the exchange, Raidou spins his blade and dumps power into it. Freya vaults and begins to work away, all before Kasumi sees her hands-on approa

Raidou pauses, as Violet collects a handful of his collar on a turtleneck. A single hand with a clear of his throat. He wasn't intending on wandering away, which made the action a bit strange. "As you shouldn't. it is very easy for problems to arise if you don't handle them when they show. A healer is a commendable choice, not one that is frequently made." A sudden beck and call breaks the exchange of words short, as a woman with a temper that matched the burner quickly required assistance. A wiggle of an arm under his own, Mina seemed rather elated to introduce the guy to her own. He'd n

A simple nod, as he took the man's hand. There was a share of consciousness for but a brief instant, as his familiar moved in the space between his clothes. "It sure suits you. What do you do around here? Don't strike me as a bouncer." Raidou spoke before his attentions shift to Mina, releasing the man's hand. "I have my methods, that was held by an acquaintance of mine who had absolutely no idea how to use it. From what you presented me prior as her work, I assumed she may fare better." A soft expression, hands forming a small temple in front of him. Removing a small tan book his pocket, one

"I wasn't concerned." Raidou admitted, peering at the building still with an earnest inspection. "Fair enough, but fair is fair." passing the carcass to the girl, to usher to the cook of the place. "After you." he offers a hand toward the door. Watching carefully as Mina would offer a passphrase to enter the establishment before he ushered in himself. A ripe sea of faces, the obvious background conversation producing an ambient white noise. A soft nod to Glenn, who seemed rather disappointed by what Violet had dragged in tow. To him he just looked like some regular schmo off the street. I

The simple crunch of nigh dead grass underfoot, and notably his robe, was nowhere to be seen. What was left was a rather plain-looking individual, completely non-distinct from any other player. It was as if he was always there, absent of any features that would make him stand out. Beneath his clothes, a black thing still latched to his skin. "A curious place, not quite along the beaten path." He let thoughts fall away, if only for a moment, as he sought out his invitee. "Mina." He pays her a simple nod, offering something he'd procured from another floor. A tightly wrapped package, inside a sl