Raidou

ID:206340 | Battle:8, Craft:4, Loot:1 (No Proc), +66 via BH Turning on his heel, and driving that burning blade through the one he had by the gullet. It screams in agony as that hunk of steel passes through, much easier than it should be able to. The smattering of exploding glass is punched out the back of the beast, before Raidou pivots and dislodges it in a violent twist. It skips upon the first connection, another in succession before it starts to grind. Raidou rips the Ebon Star up and catches a set of still smoldering claws on the flat of the blade, a spray of sparks from the impact

His feet carry him back to the town of beginnings, a face that looked like it had endured a mountain of conflict. The clatter of his feet upon a gateway, and through a murmur he whispers "Floor 3, Aruyt". The gate illuminates in a sudden flare, and with a pulse it fires him up two floors in the blink of an eye. Aruyt was dead, not a soul in sight. All that remained was the gentle orange glow bleeding through small slits in walls. Portraying the occupants within, and the slight sounds of movement as he passes past those small openings. Footfalls bring him out the large barricade of wood and vin

A snap almost in horror as she clambers out with both hands to the escape. Once it shatters, the girl was gone, and Raidou lets out a sigh of relief. A pent-up strength muddied with sadness. The smallest of crunches on a dirt path, before shaped into a patter of grass. The nomad leans down, placing a set of fingers where the bodies once lay. "It didn't have to end this way." escapes his lips, for within an instant four lives crossed his path. Four lives sought the sun with waxen wings. Four tombstones replaced them after they fell. "Why does no one seem to listen, are willing to stake their li

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A hand entering his pocket, he'd pull at some vial filled with thick black liquid that mirrored the creature. Is she afraid? The thought skimmed past, taking acknowledgement of the girl's demeanor shift. Uncorking the vial and showing it to the slime before tossing the bottle onto the floor, "A trade." he comments. Consuming it and the glass together, it seemed content. "I wish that wasn't true. The fact is, that players choose to starve." A gentle sigh, only the slight sound of almost boiling beside the table as the familiar thickened. "Leading and controlling only what would make others sick

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ID:206259 | Battle:1, Craft:5, Loot:11 (No Proc) "Not quite." Raidou remarks, drawing the pillar fragment again down the length of his blade and causing it to spark in that same cyan blue flame. Twisting and slamming the creature in the floor, it rakes his skin in reluctance. Trying so desperately to stop the strike with a failed attempt. Raidou pivots and latches a hand around a creature's throat. Ripping that appendage back, he drags the thing by the heels, forcing a scent of concern as it clambers aggressively to the wanderer's hand. Storms above scatter in bright flashes, painting the

"Alright." weighing what she held, he wasn't one to drink coffee, so he was honestly not a fair judge. "Take advantage, hardly." Leaning back and removing a slip of paper and sketching something down, a single line to a basic chores list. As to check on it later. He'd place his hand on the table, and slowly a black sludge begins to take shape like a sphere. "NIGHT, I believe you've met him before. This is Juiblex." Waiting for him to take some semblance of solidarity. "He isn't a tool, he isn't something that I command or dominate. He is my partner." About the size of a soft ball, but a fracti

"That is true, isn't it." lifting a hand to gain the attention of the waitress, who began to pour some more slightly terrible drip coffee into the girl's cup. Reaching into his pocket, he'd place down the coin to front the bill. After all, he was the one to invite her here. She was already offering her time, at least he could pay for her stay. "Free as in freedom, to choose, to exist. Hope and fact are two entirely separate things, I can hope for something and know it to be false. Proof on either front would be nearly impossible to find, given we cannot glean what happens in the background. On

Moving slightly to adjust in his chair, leaning forward and resting his head on a pair of folded hands. "Perhaps you are right, I've weighed the possibility that Akihiko had mistakenly made an AI that had slipped its own bounds. Silently hoped that perhaps we'd found unintended allies in that were meant to be the prison guards. Gabrandr was the most recent for consideration, a hostile made ally through a prompt. As if the system itself was asking us if we were willing. But it could have well been a single instance, and simply coded into this one moment intentionally. Conjecture, with little ro

Quietly, Raidou weighs the girl's analysis, his right hand pressed to his chin throughout the account. "You've given this quite a lot of thought. I won't pretend to understand how a game functions, this was my first." Slowly slinking the thermos above the table, keeping eyes on the few that would catch him red-handed. Pouring in a bit more, capping it and setting the thing in his lap. "From what I could glean during my travels, however, everything seems to follow a set pattern, a consistency that at first can appear random." A slight clink of the platter the cup rested upon as the guy picks it

"Swing that way?" The semblance eventually stuck, turning his head and placing a hand to his chin as if in deep thought. "oh, OH." Raidou immediately turns bright red. Waving his hands in front of him with a dismissive shake of his head 'no' "I had no idea, uh does that mean Yuki? Wait Crozeph..." Trying to peel apart the pieces of the massive network of intertwining lines. "Love interest aside, I..." he'd get caught in his words, looking at the girl as her arms would shrink up. "I'm sorry, I thought you'd held some key. I didn't mean to overwhelm you." His shoulders start to hang, as he stare

The man slinks back in his chair a bit, moving closer to the table to rest his elbows upon its surface. "Yet, only two of us felt so strongly as to hold their blades against the others. Have you been betrayed in the past? Or Perhaps you believed that someone would circumvent the decision the others would make?" Opening his inventory on his own, shooting glances to the owner of the establishment before he clutches the tea cup and gives a brisk splash into a neighboring plant. "Hirru, I know of, but do not know him personally. He is a member of Jacob's Ladder, a few odds and ends through that ne

Another reply finds its way adjacent under his own, still estranged by the lack of any punctuation or capitalization by this media. What's worse is, he finds himself desperately trying to decipher what it was that was written. "What even is this?" The wanderer remarks, making himself appear even weirder to the other patrons. But the proof was, he never really spoke to kids his own age. With an earnest intensity, it wasn't until NIGHT would arrive that he'd even look away, a slight narrowing of his eyes that widen. "I see, I wasn't certain you'd show." A wave of his hand dismisses slightly tran

Raidou gazed hesitantly into a glass, feeling uneasy simply because he was being watched. Here he was, potentially moments from leaving, and yet it was as if he was expected to order something to be in here. "I uh..." He coughs into a balled up fist to get the waitress's attention, lifting a hand in an awkward display. "Can I order, some tea?" A twisted glare as she slides a pencil across the page, folding the book shut with a hostile snap. Raidou exhales a sigh of relief as a message *pops* in, confirming his fears on two fronts. 'im the player that stood by hirru in the f26 fight'

The smells of brimstone still lingered on his robe, ever pungent from cannon fire not but days ago. Stuck to his thoughts like glue, the very hesitant exchange where the frontlines had fractured. The pair that had defended Gabrandr to the bitter end, moments before a war zone played out above. All hell had broken loose over the course of a few hours, and it left most of the players present in a funk and exhausted. Some sought solace in affairs to raise spirits, and from a visit to Baldur's estate the thought of it had clung there in persistent adhesive. "I have to set the record straight,

ID:205939 | Battle:6, Craft:7, Loot:20 (+8 EN) A chained detonation as two fell to Hidden's plight, operating from the dark as blindness claimed their vision. Health bars empty and evaporate, lights becoming pronounced as they cease to exist. Raidou keeps solid and immediately upon their demise more rush from the confines of that blackened building. Their numbers were to continue until empty, having heard the sounds of conflict and regrew. Raising his blade, another surcharge of electricity from above is caught and dumped down the length of his blade. It screams with power from above, and

ID:205667 | Battle:5, Craft:7, Loot:4 (+8 EN) Hidden only appears temporarily, dealing some damage and seeming to almost argue with herself. An almost hesitation before disappearing again. Raidou twists and drops the current ringing electricity pulsing through <<The Ebon Star>>. In his offhand, a small blue stone finds the space near the base of the hilt, and a sharp rip as he springs forward sees it light in cyan flames. Cutting right into the scattered and confused group, he connects with surprising force. His robe follows after the concussive blast, a layer of ash taking to

ID:205649 | Battle:2, Craft:1, Loot:17 (No Proc) The softest murmur, the change in temperature notable even through his survival skill. The door continued to be met with a cacophany of blows as those inside so desperately craved the assistance of the one plucked clean and allowed outside. It shrieked in horror, clambering to attempt to put out the flames in bluish white stuck to its skin. That small dot popping up, and the lowest sound. Feminine, and recognizable. "This just became much easier." Raidou comments, the thickened red film building. A flutter of red as his blade rips up, catch

Ash falls in flakes as the wanderer makes motions for the Ashen keep, taking the winding path up the side of an overlooking mountain. A feral stink hung on the air, just as pungent as some environments he'd been in prior. Lifting a hand and placing it to a pair of sharp-edged double doors, worn from time. A heavy shove makes it slide and grind, leaving a nice lump of ash at the crack beneath it. That smell thicker, and to his ears what sounds like shuffling. Dim lighting, other than the reddish glow that bled through slotted ports in the walls. The blade in his hand turns. "I know you're

A failed attempt on the vampire Lilith's life before, she'd fled not moments prior. Hung in the air the scent of sulfur, heat would be unbearable. Keeping ever vigilant on the horizon, for any of her kind to resurface and return for more blood. Raidou was as he always was, quick and to the point. His intention? Scouting this quest and dismantling it, for the good of the guild. He'd purchased a bit of loose ends here or there, learning small tidbits, and after a tidy sum had a mode of attack. The monster, however, could exchange blows with him and neither seemed to give an inch. "I appreci

Looking down from the second floor, into the silent night, as if on edge. Waiting like a silent observer for the very semblance of solace to be broken. To his ear, the shuffling of cards. "That we do." He murmurs, fiddling with a necklace around his neck. "Correction, there will always be a villain. The trick is that the mantle does not need to be worn by someone with ill intentions. Crooks, Liers and cheats, murderers will flock to a figurehead. If they do not exist, then they will create one. As strong as Hope, Despair is an equal and excellent motivator. Assume the mantle, and use it for go

Good to Go

This was easier, only iris sucks

Yes, it only took me 17 minutes to figure out the hell was happening.