Raidou

Another earth-shattering blow sees one reduced to digital ash, the sound follows the flash. Discharging in a scattering film of forks that seek the walls and floor as the closest exit from the air in bends, lightning escaping view. The prompts and a spin of his blade, air on the palm and a correction of his lenses in a silent stare. Sparks soon after as attempts against his hide find some semblance of purchase, dealing some but not an unmanageable amount of damage past his defenses. The grinding echoes off the walls, as writhing cables seek out his skin and find only steel. The flapping of a r

Into the walls of the city, into the rather rhythmic droves of hordes eager to breach the night air and get a jump on mobs spawning for the new day. Raidou was moving opposed to them, past into the main birth of the shops and districts. A notification, one that breeds him to inspect the quest board. He finds a quest newly placed upon its surface, and within a moment and a few sways of a crimson robe upon his shoulders, he finds the narrow walks in darkened iron bars. A place that didn't exist until now, needed further inspection. Slithering masses with mouths a plenty find the static like

Moved to Floor 1 Relaxed triggered, Full HP/EN Restored! The familiar greenery and outlook of a floor to which his journey had begun. Faces assault his memory as he was curious how some had turned out. Quinn, Rosary, Foto among others. Into the patch just on the outskirts of town, nothing seemed altered. The same wind blew, the same smells and sights paraded against his senses. The soft snap of the plants showed that they were much more mature than they should be on this floor, showing that there was some change, but not enough to make a large difference. It proved only that lower fl

Three more pings, small envelopes in tiny glowing circles of blue. Raidou places down the novel and removes his lenses with a pluck of his left fingers. Using a bit of his robe still dangling from the chair to polish them, he casts the messages open and reads them without the spectacles present. Folding them and with an appearance of concern, his hand placed to his chin charading some thought. After a minute or so, he starts to work on the answer. One by one he handles whatever it was that those little pigeons conveyed, and within what felt like minutes sees the bell chime again. Another hour

The edge of a cup still within range of his head, page after page you could see almost a faint shake of his head. It would be clear that something within the confines of the pages were just not quite sitting right with him, and occasionally he takes pauses and rubs his forehead as if traumatized by the experience. Back to his side, once again the worker keeping tabs on the tables she was dutied to. A small folding book with pen in her hand, a notebook for tracking orders, as if she needed it at all. NPC didn't, but they liked to pretend that they did. "More of the same?" Raidou slides the glas

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Another twist of his wrist before his hand moved to the cup, lifting it to his mouth as a notification pops across his screen. The book finds a red ribbon and closed before folding upon those white linens. Opening it up and taking a quick peruse of what was written. His left hand quickly taps out a message before the screens slam shut, reply sent. Raidou leans forward in his seat, as if thinking intently for a moment, before he turns and looks off into the pack of NPC and player alike. The gentle ringing that sound so similar to church bells. Like a ring on the hour, perhaps it played the part

A subtle nod toward the girl, for he understood the sentiment. Being able to walk on one's own legs before attempting to shoulder the weight of others, and she most certainly would as a tank. "Take your time, make your decisions, but I pray you do so with tact and care. I'd like to see you at the end of this journey, and even though our paths may diverge here. That I see you when they may converge, and whatever banner you hold, you do so proudly." On him was a soft smile, for he had been in her shoes once. "I'll be listening, and waiting. If you ever need a hand, you have my contact. Don'

The soft clatter and chatter of a populous filled backdrop. It created a faint white noise, one of excitement muddied with concern. A day's worth of discussion played over and over, worn by different faces like masks exchanged. The soft shift of a page through an abysmally written novel by an author hardly known to all but a select few. A woman in an apron sets down a white porcelain cup on a platter with a rattle, fumes portraying heat bleeding off from its rim. A dark green and yet slightly transparent water within it, the metallic ticking of armor as soldiers under yellow markers shuffle pa

It's a thing

OOC Correction based on PT patch: Raidou's Mit becomes 104 due to the deactivation of his Custom Skill, Relaxed [1/2] Digging through the wreckage of the bones, peeling up panels of metal left behind from their destruction. They rattle as his hands shift through the whole of it. There wasn't much here for him to take, but there was some available. Adding the bits into a brown linen sack, they clatter together like coins. A pull of the tie sees the bag closed, taking a solid gander at the place in whole. Tartarus seemed more or less the same, raising to full size and unfolding, he adjusts

Saving time was the first thing on the forefront of his mind, and as that same pillar of light consumes the rattling pieces. The clicking stops, as they are evaporated in its girth. As before, any that opposed him wouldn't even get a rebuttal. He wasn't the most damage heavy, but reliable and consistent. A slew of learned techniques that continued to play out in every encounter. Rapid adaptation to whatever situation arose spoke to this consistency. Spinning his blade into the slot it owned on his back, a heavy breath intentionally kick-starting his recovery. He couldn't afford to squander his

Moved to Floor 10 A familiar floor, a quick transition in a flash of blue light. It was time to check on the principles of Tartarus and its shores. Recalling Val Halla, he was concerned what may have changed. What if Fenrir was more of an oppressive force on this floor? A very real possibility with Shadow altering everything with that black tide of his. Ushering through the plaza and into the darker halls of the place, of course almost immediately pulling the ire of some of its denizens. Those skeletal constructs quickly, cackling and rushing toward the swordsman that stuck out like a sor

Concentration Refreshed! Lightning leaps down the length of that solarite blade, and within that same second Raidou dumps his energy into it, pushing it into overdrive. A column of light consumes the chamber, casting a shadow over Raidou's face and making his lenses nothing more than a sheet of white over his eyes. In that blast, none could escape, and as such the entire lot of the opposing army was reduced to the ash they were made of. Gone, and with their erasure, was the scream of multiple things being shoved into his inventory without his input. A glance around this empty nest shows t

(OOC: (8) Intermediate Dungeon Map #195410 used), Concentration CD [4/5], Field Boss weakening fades, stat block turns to T4 Beneath the impact reveals a cave in, a hole into somewhere. Curiously, Raidou tilts his head, fixes his lenses and takes a few steps down. The ground was a bit uneven, and it was cramped. Down within its confines the wanderer finds some creatures lost to time, like the Ashen one some unliving elf that has been since scorned by whatever burned above. A few honest steps inward sees them look at him with hostile intention. "Not wise." Raidou quips rather abruptly as t

Concentration CD [3/5], Raidou recovers 54 via Battle Healing That kneel quickly turns into a lunge, a blur of red as his robe struggled to keep up. The flapping was undeniable as it sways past his legs. A vibrant and sunlight filled blade slides into the creature's chest like a hot knife through butter, no resistance. The tiny bits of stardust bleeding from that opened socket, as her very shape began to crack and splinter. "Checkmate. Think twice next time." Raidou offered the warning as if some part of this thing would remember this exchange. Hopes that would go unnoticed, only he would

Concentration CD [2/5] Out of nowhere, that pounding begins again, and what she assumes is his weapon is actually his arm. Using it to feint and take her arms away, Raidou had broken her defense as those nails peel into his skin just ever so slightly. A small amount of damage, nothing he couldn't handle. The shockwave of his blade connecting sees her smog dispersed beneath the weight and power, sending the ash cloud scattering and fading away. "No more tricks." Raidou quips as the lightning finds purchase shortly after the edge finds its target. The Ashen one wails in disagreement, as not

Concentration CD [1/5] A quick swipe back against the boss sees their weapons locked together, it was clear that her A.I. was attempting to push her on the defensive. As it would analyze how best to approach this player, who mirrored her intimidation rather easily. That dense fog thickens, her howling is met with a grinding and flashes that fluctuate within its film. Her attempts seemed to do the trick, enough to throw Raidou's aim just enough for her to catch the steel, but she was struggling against the sheer force of will he was exerting on that sliver of metal. A harsh scraping before

With fury filled eyes, a peel of the blade off to his right with a tear leaves a spray of red in its wake. A huge chunk peels out of her body, leaving a gaping wound as her health takes another nose dive. The red wanderers eyes are pulsing in that same contained rage, that same intense focus, as his energy drops just that much further. As soon as that power fades it begins again, and with an attempt of the Ashen mother making a swipe of sharpened claws finds only his steel in a shower of sparks. He grits his teeth and pushes back with force. She staggers, howls within that obscurity, not unlik

Tearing Auric Sunlight from its scabbard, a harsh flash of light akin to the solar ball hidden under the ash clouds above. A high pitch whir as that shriek becomes more hostile, noticing the player in its domain. "Come, I will show you what you face." Raidou remarks with his weapon charging into a heavy gold plume, bits of static jumping and darting down the length of the metallic edge as that levin arks back and forth to point and hilt. His energy begins to drain, the creature begins to shuffle with cables shifting and breaking where her legs should be. Each snap sees a small puff of powder l

A sheath of his blade sees the growth begin to take hold, gatherer doing its part to build something beneath his vision. A rustle on his flank shows that something was waiting just beyond his peripheral. "Cute, your welcome to try." Raidou speaks toward the brush and flora, to whatever thought that it could sneak up on him. He was well practiced and this object, entity was not subtle. A couple of steps in the things direction sees a hiss as a warning. The wanderer doesn't appear to be concerned in the slightest, using his left hand to usher his screen open rather abruptly. He was confirming th

KYRA | Approved. Total EXP: 0 Total SP: 5 Current Level: 1 Notes: //

Done (I watched you do it)

Hammer Time Auric Sunlight - Finality of Hope [T4/Perfect/2HSS] Damage 3 [154064] Blade of the Warrior [T4/Perfect/2HSS] Accuracy 2, AA [177368a] Into Auric Sunlight - Finality of Hope [T4/Demonic/2HSS] Damage 3, AA

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