Raidou

Trying something new: Materials Sent: 2/27/21 Materials Sent: 3/23/21

3/23/21 Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 186437 CD: 8 +1 LD: 5 Rare (1) 10 (+5 Ambition) 2 186438 CD: 11 +1 LD: 12 Perfect (2) 13 (+5 Ambition)

You know what, fair Edit: (I died a little) 2 Edit: (where has this been all my life)

A soft exhale as Raidou claims the first knight, the one exposed at F6 as he claims the extended white pawn with a twist of his fingers. The first piece down as the smaller piece enters his palm. An exposed piece that was an easy to take unit, no reaction available. The seemingly weakest piece, but the one with the greatest potential. Raidou could not help but see the comparison, the fact that in chess it was always these pieces sacrificed first. Here in Aincrad it was all too similar and it made his heart burn. There was a reason that his knight made the first move and his pawns had yet to.

2/27/21 Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 184159 CD: 9 +1 LD: 7 Rare (1) 10 (+5 Ambition) 2 184160 CD: 5 +1 LD: 9 Uncommon (1) 8 (+5 Ambition)

Through his head a comes a single word, as little Dazia sticks to his wrist only moments before he slips it out as if greased. The man was practiced and what she assumed was his wrist now was his palm. Looking to Corvo as the child did nothing more than an attempt to aggressively hold his hand, unsure what she expected. Raidou was drastically quicker then she may have assumed him to be, when it came to speed skills he was unmatched. Cute... "It isn't the first time, I doubt it will be the last." Raidou spoke it as a joke, but it was the truth in to regards to the small black haired g

An exchange of the top of a countertop, to the barkeeper in his silence. The man doesn't say much, it seems that they had already discussed prior. A little tidbit of info regarding a quest on a much higher floor. His perceptions were absurd, already well beyond capable of overhearing the discussion not happening in a subtly. A pause, and an interest. The group that littered the table were ambitious, but just getting started. A sentiment he could all but appreciate. A few nonchalant steps, a slight sway in crimson that adorned his shoulders. Behind the first on the ring, placing a soft hand gen

Mat's Sent, You crazy cat

Yeet, Approved

Yep, Good to Guwu

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2/8/21 Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 182451 CD: 6 +1 LD: 13 Rare (2) 10 (+5 Ambition) 2 182452 CD: 9 +1 LD: 8 Rare (1) 10 (+5 Ambition)

Good to go

1/24/21 Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 181527 CD: 12 +1 LD: 17 Perfect (3) 13 (+5 Ambition) 2 181528 CD: 9 +1 LD: 4 Rare (1) 10 (+5 Ambition)

A shift of his fingers as they linger over the pieces, shuffling for his own knight in a needle and twine forward past his pawns to the forefront. Taking it in his left he drops it almost center field at F6, and releases it. "They are, and they tend to move mountains much easier than any sword or fist would." The swordsman remarked with an intense stare as if he had taken on an entirely different demeanor now than a simple conversation. The words spoken had some gravity and strength behind them, as he held the state of the board in his mind and pressed forward three more steps. Was there some

With a bit of a twist, she recognized the kanji so either she was Japanese outside or well versed in culture. Either was graceful to the palette. "I do." Raidou quipped at the end of her recite of the poetry of her own, a reaction he'd never seen which put a burning restlessness on ice. A lift of his hands to his brow, a pluck of placebo from it. Allowing his fingers to fold the lenses up and place them to his side, a pair of eyes twist down as he routines the board to its sections. Last his favorite piece in black: A rook. "A muscle may fade, beauty will flicker and die through age. But

With a look to the list and a stare into the glass, she was clearly picking up on some of the little sour curdlings that tend to linger on everything he did. What she was sensing was more than superficial abrasions but something that had run deep for what felt like lifetimes long before Aincrad. "A story perhaps. A song I am sure." Raidou seems to shift demeanor as he took on almost an instructor style tone. A pause and slide of her menu over, he ushers for his own with a quick flick of his left wrist like a conductor calling an instrument to play. From within his menu, he produces a sing

A bit of reluctance and a spry and ginger acceptance, he'd not be rude and decline. Taiyaki he'd not had since he was a child, through festival alone as it's ushered into his hands with a faint memory. "Quite." Raidou remarked but the single word with a grin, unsure if he should define if he was joking or not for it was the truth. For but a moment he weighs the name spoken as if he had heard it from somewhere before, and then it stuck. The raid meeting, that's where he saw her. Which meant the blonde she was with must have been Jon. A single glance forward with an aversion of his eyes, sh

A single pause as the familiar wrapped around him rather abruptly, this one seemed the excitable sort. Of all shapes and sizes, it was no surprise that they came in varied personalities, it offered him no issue as he fixes some flustered frames. Abloom in green built upon the place, casting lantern luminescence over the fields in dim burns. With it the shadows of a retiring few, finding the day rounding near closure as they made for the main settlement of the floor. The soft clatter of heels upon the stonework as they did, for shelter and hearth from the dangers of the wild. New dawn would bec

Postures Before Sprint/Charge Parrying Stance:

Each step forced his skin to stand on end, like static clinging in the air before a storm would begin. His nerves still present and although he had found a way to master them, Raidou was still riddled with them regardless. The goal of the girl still stay airborne, held aloft by the pure circumstance alone without exchange to determine it. Assumptions aside, somehow he was pleased. Before through efforts intentional, he'd avoid these affairs, dodge the eyesight of many. Before he would have run from this, the moment he could feel that static of eyes looking upon him. Something had changed

Simple and clean a lingering scent that drew him to a woman he had all but forgotten, her face fuzzy and obscured through a rose tint of the past. It produces a sense of longing and a break from the shackles of captivity, although in some way it was as if he was saying goodbye. Even still he had to keep trying, pushing, and striving for the metal to give way. For the prison built around them forming a dream to which no man could escape. A world in which it is manifested in such a way to paint itself as perfection, a world to replace its predecessor before a row of teeth would form and con

Tasks complete, chores laid to rest for but one more day. A tinge of amber had claimed the stars, a waning sun played happily with the clouds. Charko had its supplies, Byakko was destroyed once again and the flames it bore were sated. Restless and on edge, broken away from settlements that would see him too driven to let the troubles of the day to pass. A soft breeze carries across a field, lifting aloft a sprinkle of crimson. It dances on the current in folds and bends, no direction the same in a soft but warm breeze. With it, a scent that lingered in one's nose. A honeysuckle sweet that

Amongst a heated scuffle long removed, a myriad of wooden tools of war littered about in a pile. A chore of fizzles and pops that force them to be reclaimed by the system. A single swaying robe in red held as a battle standard against a pair of shoulders, mirrored eyes shielded by what sunlight burned ablaze above. The wanderer clad in his attire, single exposed steel as a flicker of yellow drains from its surface. A flourish to one side casting it away as it spun to a scabbard. The news would need to be delivered to Ralberg, that their crops would no longer be threatened, at least for a