Raidou

Lightning, and thunder. The gemini. The one that none had seen. His. As Raidou lifts to his heels and shuffles to a large hunk of stone. A slam of his weapon as that static washes his blade in yellow. A thunderous crash and fragments from it as it collapses. A smattering and scattering of shards that ricochet off of every nook and cranny that they could reach. A kneel after a sheathing of his blade, digging through the wreckage as he began to pluck and pick what was rich enough to take. A few lines drawn in goldish green, some unknown to him metal that would surely suit Griswold's pursuits. So

His mind raced with all these questions as his hands continued to burn away, pluck away and claim more and more of the stuff without any input from him. Practiced to the point where he could dive into this sea of strung thoughts and still remain functional and to the naked eye, he'd seem perfectly unfazed. Nemo hadn't even noticed this tangent, as there was never any pause in his movements. This was where his mind was allowed to wander as such, when his feet were not in motion and his mind was allowed to beat that path. Sharpening and cutting through what was fact, deducing the conjecture and

What would they do if those with the will to stand and fight all expired? Would they become weak and choose to accept the hand that fate had dealt them. Look to those cards and choose to fold? Allow that overseer to enjoy in their pity, their self doubt and allow them to play the part of farmer or ants in the glass? Raidou was not convinced that he would allow such a droll existence of them all, growing bored of his play things that would no longer stand and fight against the war he had planned. That was a fact that most had not thought about, hadn't allowed to cross their minds. If they were

It wasn't just them though, it was also the multiple waves of enemies he had faced. Byakko, Hebinishu, Absolute Zero. Every boss put these goals and lessons to the test. Time and time again they were proved as fact, as he mirrored them all upon those battlefields and walked away clad in crimson unscathed. Proof to the ideal, proof to the voice and proof to the teaching. He could not put to words, lace it with silver and get it to strike true through the fog of disbelief that others found so readily racked the thoughts that clouded their vision. They wouldn't understand what it meant to be wher

They were cast upon this stage to play contestant against the malevolent force that wished to put them to the knife. Raidou was playing the part of scribe, of book keeper. Baldur, Shield, Mari. Crozeph, Yuki. He was simply the paper that carried their stories, the extension of all they were willing to teach. Without knowing, they had forged the blade he held. Cast it and sharpened it, he lived in their images. A raised fist, a battle cry. Although it never came out quite how he had planned, whenever he spoke he was racked with that inhibition that broke away his strength. But it was their voic

Consumed by those very crashing waves that played on repeat like a static of white noise. How many more in a different strand of fate would play the part of captains in this guild. Would he have ended up elsewhere? A question with no answer, for it was simply conjecture. But each of them held that same spirit, that refusal to bend or break to the status quo and what was placed in front of them. To stand in defiance of what was presented, as one uniform force against that tide of black. That very same that had changed everything. The one he perceived quite some time ago when he looked to that b

They were not the only ones, no, there were a few that he had met in his travels that carried the same gravity and weight in their words and ideals. Bahr, the hot start albeit aggressive had a personality his own. Only but a few words, there was a dormant resolve that was not shared that was obvious. The refusal to submit to what the game considered fact, and to push the boundaries of what was possible. Lessa, that blonde with Riker, who cared what befell the simplest forest on floor 6. When Raidou called to Nemo and spoke of one that would equally guard eden from harm, it was to her he was re

Eruda, the girl sprung at the front of the pack. Then Freyd. Growth that was almost cataclysmic and harsh like a break, where most dwindled and fizzled out they were the two that seemed to create a vacuum. A break in the resistance of air, cutting a path for which the others could follow suit. Haine, in her humility she was all too prime for the position she was placed. She was leagues past the small girl that was so lost before, purpose found and with it strength. Kiluia, a dear old friend that was still his equal and was just as strong as the day they met. Raidou was in pleasant company with

Weighing through the knowledge he used to keep, the litter of players that were members of the guild. The very one he founded on a shared sense of community, and how they could have grown now. They were magnifying into strength that he was silently fostering from a distance. They were his equals, and this was proof of the very fact. The silent decree of snapping plants continued on excess allowing for no total quiet to take this place. This newly formed garden of Eden, this place that had since sprang up and was created out of thin air. An old soul confused by all that had transpired. Confusio

His thoughts danced on that notion, recalling just how magnified his skills seemed to be in that moment. They all detonated at once, as they screamed back into clarity. His swing from the blade he once knew that was sense transformed by the system as well. It was different, he was different. The damage he pumped out was far greater, he was curious just what else could have followed suit. There was a silent meditation as he continued to work his appendages on autopilot, a concentration in motion. This was working to refine his mind and plans into a finer point, something so simple as gathering

He shifts his hips, assuming that the reason his were so malignant was due to his proximity to Shadow when it fell. He was but a few feet from the titan once it expired at Orgoth's hands. That was the only thing he could think of that would rationalize what had transpired. There would be a learning process, where Raidou would ask to reinspect the members of the guild. The more information he had, the easier it would be to plan around it. But that would require another meeting, and more resources to make changes. Which discerned exactly why he was were he was, what he was doing. Step 1 in the p

Raidou stops and looks to the pile, sliding them over and using an extended index to take tally. A single gold, two reds and two greens. A fair amount for a batch of mass healing crystals, once he made a trip to floor 4 for that cold-ivory. The gold refined into a catalyst, the red and greens when combined produced a healing liquid. Add a drop of gold to strengthen the brew, then a few leaves of white in a powder forced it to crystalize. When broken it would detonate and send that powder off in all directions. Other players hardly knew the routine or the function of such items, or how they cam

A spin of that cup in his hands, twirling a bit of the mixture in it before taking another sip. "It isn't no. Yes we are fighting for our freedom. But at what cost. I do hope your right, that once the players trapped in here are finally returned to reality, that they remember what it was like." He spoke through the lenses on the bridge of his nose, his anchor and ode to that very place. In Aincrad he hardly needed them, but in reality he did. By wearing them, he was constantly reminding himself what it was him and everyone was fighting for. Something so simple as a pair of glasses, playing the

A slight stick in Raidou's movements as his mind hangs for a moment, his hands ceasing motion. "Alright." he remarks as the movement begins again, he having the same sudden disjoint and confusion from the response. It was awkward, neither of them really knew how to respond or perceive the other. They were both weird herb picking silent types, and the distance was almost welcomed. Nemo shuffled away, beginning to sprinkle little bits of green leaves into a nearby pond. The nomad in red, continued to shift and blaze through the patch making that pile of his grow larger and larger. Through his he

Nemo shrugs and adverts his gaze from the covering, as Raidou continues to add more and more upon its surface. Reds and golds, a bit of blue and greens. Quite the number of all those cataloged within his book, beginning to form a nice pile side by side in routine. The NPC seemed to start to get bored, as the nomad continued to operate in almost total silence. Like a man on a mission, his hands never cease to move as he shuffles back and forth to each small square in that mentally projected grid. "I am going to go tend to some of the other nodes, you uh..." Nemo pauses for a moment, trying to d

The steel haired male moves closer to the robe playing tarp, leaning down and taking a glance at it. "So you wear it to be visible?" Nemo asks of Raidou as he continues to build a nice pile of plant life at his side. "Being the center of everything's focus makes tanking easier. Like a bull in an arena, its hard for the color and movement to not be visible." Spoken to the rhythmic breaking of herbs at his side, showing a nice pile beginning to form upon the robes expanse. Raidou was no stranger to this method, same thing every day. "I guess that makes sense now that you mention it, you would ki

4/25/21 Moved to Guild Vault

4/25/21 Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 190540 CD: 1 +1 LD: 19 Critical Failure (4) 6 (+5 Ambition) 2 190541 CD: 1 +1 LD: 6 Critical Failure (1) 6

A bit of a lean toward the nomad sees him lean a bit back in his own right, there was still a barrier that he kept. Personal space was his own to keep and there was still some semblance of discomfort when it arose. "Every landscape imaginable, every smell and sight a new one." He'd cough softly, before taking another drink to steel his rising nerves. His attentions shift to his robe, laying beneath them both and still stunk of brimstone and oils. That smell would never fade, although it looked untarnished it remembered just as he did where they had been. "To resist captivity is to be huma

A slight smile, in a way the girl reminded him of a few someones. Wasn't the first to misunderstand how his tastes could savor bitter over sugar, but that was who he was. An almost desperate and frantic search cut short, a polite gesture and an ode to her desire to share what she had. As the jar playing glass was given away, she'd breathe deep in that green tea. "Not a problem, a small gesture paid in full." He'd swell in his own cup before finishing the last, pouring more with fluid and soft movements. "Risk, A walk into the unknown." He'd speak nursing the liquid into the cup, living se

A lift of his hand with a slow draw from the book as its placed to his side, grasping the girl's hand in his own. Recalling another that had done the same, even still it almost burned his skin with pins and needles accepting it. There was no change outwardly, practice came to effect but within the nomad was still nervous just repressed down. "I am not too particular on sweets, No." He responds gently to her with honesty, as she'd search him and find a pair of reflective lenses on the bridge of his nose. She was younger, chipper, unspoiled by this world it seemed. Where most were left call

Housing Addition (Most Recent Change Here) House Name: Hermit's Hermetics (Attachment/PK Accessible) Location: F22 - Cathedral of the Forgotten (Guild Hall)[Forest of Memory] Description: Most of what is built remains unfinished, a nod to the owner, and how most of the space provided is unnecessary. Rooms with no fixtures or place to rest, left barren for they serve no purpose. It is a strange contrast that something so large could be left so plain. when walking the halls one room may be empty while another is stocked to the hilt. Plot Size: Estate Room(s): [Basic Kitchen][Living Ro

4/18/21 Transferred to Guild Vault

4/18/21 Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 189324 CD: 3 +1 LD: 2 Uncommon (1) 8 (+5 Ambition) 2 189325 CD: 8 +1 LD: 7 Rare (1) 10 (+5 Ambition)

Buying a bundle: 200 Materials 200*300=60000 Col