Raidou

The man would clear off a space for Mari to set herself for some shut eye. Undoubtedly given that she wasn't as experienced with wearing Raidou's little curse she was far more exhausted then he was. Moreover the man knew that all that they had discussed had likely left her with a lot to process, so even more to pile on was allowed to fall away. Mentally taxed she'd well earned her breather. The little nook they had found themselves sitting in to wade out the potential searching while their strengths returned, while the players they had slain could potentially have allies running to and from th

Raidou would push on his glasses, conveying that look of deeper thought. The man could honestly think of very little that would qualify to be written on any such list. His personal motivations and goals were a lot more grounded, and a lot less expressed in bouts of whimsy. Taking another swig of his glass, the air had done it some good, making it a lot less acidic. "Well, perhaps in time I will give it a little more of an honest attempt." Raidou offered the girl the subtle reply, there was little reason he didn't cook on the regular other then it was already done when he arrived. It wasn't tha

The man turns the book inward toward his chest, leaning into Elda as she'd come up to pay him a greeting all her own. "Not too long, about 10 minutes or so. Enjoy your break?" He'd ask as she'd trail away, seeking out a cup of her own. As she'd take a seat he'd listen intently to her reasoning, paying her a earnest smile. Sitting close he'd fold the book up and place it down on the table, finding her curiosity a bit involved in his own past. So Kasumi had been playing teacher to Elda in regards to Mugen Tenshin. At least his own bastardized variation of it, that his father clearly did not appr

The ring of a notification catches the mans attention, and with a mild sense of reluctance he'd flip it open and his eyes would dart back an forth as he'd read it. "Guess duty calls. Its been fun Lessa." The man would tap the white powder off his hands with a quick pair of claps, standing and looking across the bar to Alexander. Tapping out the necessary coin with a few extra for a tip, helping to keep the lights on although Lessa was probably already paying most their bills at this point. "She was, and still is. Haine is still enjoying her life, free from all the baggage we live through on th

Pouring himself a bit of the wine, the smell was immediately potent to the nose. So strong he could damn near taste it from just a sniff. A very small sip had one of his eyes almost shut completely as it was very obviously alcoholic. How the hell the man had achieved the consistency of a spirit in fermented grapes was an entirely new realm of unfeasibility. Finally setting his eyes on Elda, who was wandering around in nothing more then a T-shirt that he wasn't even entirely sure where she got it from. Making sure to keep the cork off the wine and let it breathe a little, the stuff needed it. H

The man would wander through the threshold, as punctual as always and offering his robe to the rack. Unfurling the belt slung across his chest, removing the ebon vanguard and auric sunlight from the spaces that they rested behind his right shoulder. He'd look to Elda who had taken a space in the center of the large room that they did most of their existing in. This was a rather new addition, an odd new activity that he'd not seen her do up until now. Clearly she was trying to still her mind or relax, which of the two the nomad was not entirely sure. Raidou would move to the set of drawers and

Eruda had her fun without having to worry herself too much on her surroundings, sadly he cannot be too invested into it. Perhaps in another time or place he'd have the opportunity but not here. Where threats could very well wander into the place and take advantage. The crystal pulled from the bottom of the lake, the girl would bring it back up to return it to him. He'd give it a couple of shakes before adding it back into his pocket. Playing the part of the stalwart sentinel as she'd collect her belongings and ask to have a quick return home. "I can, plenty of charges left." The man comments r

The man reaches up to his shoulders, removing the robe from it folding it neatly up as to prevent it from taking on water. It reveals the belt of his twin sheathes running across his chest, from his right shoulder and beneath his left arm. The two sword handles perched there normally just beneath his robe. The riding waves slowly bleeding in from above. Eruda was clearly having a great time. "I cannot say that I have ever done it, but I am sure I can manage." Raidou offered limply with a smile all his own. The girl would start to strip and mingle out into the pool of water, causing the nomad t

There was little else in demand, little else that required direct involvement. Raidou had no where else to be, and within that absence he held comfortably to the act of existing. A conversation despite the gravity with an old friend, the gentle trickle of a single pitter patter of water slipping through some crack above. The smell of burnt soil that muddied them both, even the faint rhythmic thrumming of Mari's heart beat. As if the entire world had been placed on pause, and it did not demand attention. "Simple, you don't need them here. They are a proxy created solely to remind you that you s

A small spiral notebook flashes into existence, Mari would offer it to him. Out of respect the man takes it gently, flipping through its pages. Her hand writing left quite a bit to be desired, leaving him reading through much slower then he could usually parse. It was a thicker record, but seemed almost manic and incomplete. Like a proof of her state as it deteriorated, and how abruptly it would inevitably end. "Thanks, I will compare this to my own records." Raidou remarks adding it to the others he had just written, before sliding them away to join the organized clutter at the guild hall. Ma

The man would offer pursuit without any resistance, offering the quick response "Good, most of my morning is clear." He'd sate her curiosity and any inhibition to the notion. Raidou's morning tasks had been handled quite readily, jumping around from floor to floor like usual did take its own fair shake. The man would lean down and pick up a flatter stone. That adamant and stoic expression that he always wore still clung to his brow, one that spoke in facts and simple truths. "Lead the way." the man offered for her take the wheel, allowing for her to work through whatever hooks that would slow

The man would offer a soft chuckle, retracting his hands and unfurling the map using objects on the table to lay it flat. "You're not wrong, only someone with zero sense would dive every morning into an extremely dangerous hole in the ground where no one goes. To read a book to a friend, for all about a half an hour." Clasping a pen he'd start to draw out sections of where their encounter had occurred, visually transcribing down expectation and assumption based on potentials and possibility in notable red lines. "I am sure that can be arranged, if I still have them. Its been so long I'll have

The man would travel through a road that he was more than familiar, given that most of the mapping of this floor was done by him in particular. The caverns of Tomoika were vast, and yet the man could navigate them quicker then the skin on the back of his hand. The thicker yellow miasma that did not lend itself well to those that wished to breach it, required that players move quickly through it. His health would tick down slowly, but his vitality would allow it to climb back to full without much direct intervention. From the town of Charko the man only needed to make a small detour to reach th

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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

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

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

♫ 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

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