Raidou

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Black boots dig themselves neatly into the tan near white sands. Light dances upon the man's brow in a way that causes the shields of glass to illuminate briefly to hide his eyes from view. A practiced veteran and traveler clad in red, and with him a small strike force still tailing the enigma. The curiosity that was this woman. As if she was privy to some network of complexes and structures stolen away from the common eye. In his earnest attempt to understand deeper, this was all he could really do. Her motives still on the wind and carried with it little to glean. But it was the only option

A Drink on The House | 243583, CD: 11 -> Cinnamon Vodka The man looks down at the counter, perplexed by the sudden inclusion. Setsuna was already downing it with her own stoic yet brash acknowledgement of how the game couldn't possibly harm her during a quests objectives. The reasoning was sound yet the quest was clearly off the beaten regular. Fingers clasp a small shot glass. Clearly alcohol, he'd down the thing in one fell swoop. A hint of cinnamon, and he began to divide the composition mentally. "I see." It wasn't his choice, but it was functional and there wasn't any outlying not

Travel Back | 243579, LD: 2 -> You pass a scarecrow that moves every time you take your eyes off of it. It disappears as you enter the bar. With his follower capsized, Raidou peers over the side. It was gone, what's worse is he never heard it hit the ground. Setsuna was starting to get on edge, and the other two where having issues with direction. "Best get this over with." he remarks as he heads deeper in the boat to grab another. Another rustle sees him expect another fish friend, yet this one was some sort of straw man construct. His eyes dart toward the movement, and it halts immed

Unloading the Cargo | 243575, LD: 2 -> You find one person on the ship, if you can call them that. An undead, fish-person with eerily long arms. They clutch a broom in their hands and they slowly sweep the deck, specifically behind you (the roller) as you explore the ship. Going through the stack of documents, the nomad sets his gaze upon a manifest. Confirming the establishments dealings while also causing a corrupted quest to insert itself into his vision. "H.P. given the context. Is Howard Phillips. The author of countless eldritch oriented novels." He'd set down the paper and accep

A pair of burning orange eyes, studied through time held fast to their environment. A studious guide in ripe new horizons, he'd play to his strengths with a small book and pen. A crash in the distance has him seek his companion from the roof, offering her a nod as she'd jump out of sight. "Setsuna is on the move, it came from the left." The swordsman offers as he'd begin to paddle their vessel deeper into the bogtown. Adrift they'd find a patch of ground dry enough to stand upon, and inside not a soul in sight even still. "Empty..." The nomad would glean, beginning to move chairs and cups. Not

"Quite the sweet tooth." the man offers as he'd take the tea offered into a cup and it causes the lenses on his brow to become opaque with heat. "Best be careful, too much sugar can be the death of you." The clatter of a tea cup back to the platter, the tension could be felt like a thick blanket pulled taught. Sounds of their surroundings begin to slowly fade, becoming a faint memory of existing like an whisper down a long corridor. Here and now, despite it all they were alone. Busy streets, nothing more then a painting in motion. "In Two Gentlemen of Verona. A tale of two men, as the title im

4/8/25 Desolate halls ring ad Infinium, an echo that could extend for miles if it was allowed. Golden filigree that gleamed in aggression at the light cast through gateways to sunrays that beat upon their very surface. The pungent stink of emptiness glazed the senses, and every footfall breathed a life that felt alone in its solidarity. An ode to a time begotten, waiting desperately for its next intrusion like a museum to the damned. Duty bound armors stay their arms in a silent array of sentry, guarding podiums a plenty of gifts of ages. As if waiting for another to breach its halls and

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Recovery: 236982, CD: 2 (No Proc), Charge Refreshed, Concentration CD [3/5] Watching Gaius get hit, glancing to his health bar but no damage was actually dealt. Interesting, it was a warning of some sort. Gaius said his hand almost went through before being slapped by the flamer. Was it really just the will to want the heart in their hands? He has seen weirder but this was in the top 10. “Change of plans guys, Gaius, keep trying. We will keep them off of you.” Exchanging looks with each individual. After confirmation Raidou picks up his blade an

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Recovery: 236932, CD: 3 (No Proc), Charge CD [2/3], Concentration CD [2/5], Hyperactive Fades Watching Shiina clearly having fun, that was good. The girl seemed to always be on her best focus when a game was made out of the circumstance. There was a place and time for stuff like she was doing, but for her it was all the time. Shaking his head only once to pull his attention to the task at hand. These first wisp are coming out of the chest cavity, fact. The heart is encased in some mineral that my or may not may not be unbreakable, not fact. Ther

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Recovery: 236905, CD: 10 (+8 EN), Charge Refreshed Seeing one of them getting jaunting away from Shiina, they must have actually got an attack in. Rai was right to trust that the girl could handle this. Now that he was equipped with the right gear, it was time to get serious. Dashing toward the one that was further away, cleaving up as it disperses. Eyes catch the other 3, as he rushes forward with the blade to the left. Sliding as flakes of ash little the molten veins on the ground. Pulling up and striking down sending a line of thunderous dest

*New Round, New Rotation Standard Recovery +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Recovery: 236876, CD: 6 (No Proc), Charge CD [2/3] Glancing up to find Shiina on top of the Golem, pushing his glasses up with a single finger. How did she even know to check something like that? “Let me see,” saying as he makes quick work of scaling the sleeper. Crouching down to get a better look, Raidou knew better to tell Shiina what to do out of combat, knowing well that she could protect herself if necessary. Rai would still protect her like everyone else but this was not one of those times. Touching the case wit

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery: 236870, CD: 9 (+8 EN) Raidou would do exactly what had to be done the moment the creatures were dead. More started to flutter around Celeste giving her unwanted attention but not really doing much harm to her just the pride that was held. The man would be foolish to think that they couldn’t do damage though. Lifting his blade into the air getting closer to the commotion, giving one large twirl before they all poofed from existence. Celeste repaid him with a glare, knowing that she could probably handle them but to be honest the girl was looking a bit tir

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery: 236851, CD: 5 (No Proc) “No, not normal,” Raidou was the one to answer simply because he had been in so many quests, so many floors, and battles that no one else has, this was nothing new to him. Watching every movement of these eyes hoovering in the air. Now knowing that there was a pattern to their madness. Waiting for the right time, striking up quickly using the weight of his weapon to trail the path. Both real back upon impact, shake it off and start the notion again. “Simmone watch,” as he starts to point out the constant motion on repeat. After sh

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery: 236831, CD: 11 (+8 EN), Charge Refreshed “You have probably not found more because there is none.” Pulling his glasses off his face to clean them with a small cloth in his pocket. It might be pointless because of the sudden weather change but he did it purely out of habit. Tucking the fabric back in the satchel, placing the frames back on his nose with light pushing up with a single finger. Glancing around quickly but efficiently before droplets formed again so that the words that were spoken were of truth. Sighting Nisahime, walking to her, pulling

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery: 236819, CD: 6 (No Proc), Charge CD [2/3] Raidou couldn’t help but smile. Seeing the girl enjoying herself even in the midst of small danger. There was no sense of fear in that child. Eyes peer to the trap that was set as Shiina swirls around him, the blade comes up as Rai uses the weight of the unsharpened sword to end some of the scattering creatures. Finding that Gaius was walking toward the small gathering of people, the clouds above start to rumble. Glancing up seeing a strike of lightning through the greyed skies. Wondering now if it was just a simp

Seeing the winds being sucked around Gaius, Raidou looks to the sky, raises his blade up and as he does the people can hear a storm start to transpire. Flashes in the grayed clouds above them, small rumbling echoing against Shiina magnificent music. Raidou strikes that blade against the ground at the exact moment that lightning comes bolting down upon this creature. One would call it a smite of some sort but others would perhaps see in as a new found sword art that came from within. A crater in the sands trailing the distance of the crab now. It wouldn’t be long before it was put down. Soon th

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Brushing a soft hand across Eruda's cheek, she was still sleeping. It seemed as though the time he was going out was earlier every day. When he got home, dinner would be made and set across the table. At least he got to enjoy that with her. Gathering his things quietly and heading out the door. Grabbing a few things along the way at the guild hall, the sun had not yet shown in the clouded skies above but it would be soon. A breeze within the depths of the sand showed that maybe the weather wasn’t going to be the best today but to him it did not matter. Nisa has revealed by actions last time wh

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The ripping surroundings worked to make all manner of speech quite troublesome, the simplistic facsimile of life bled on in a constant droning display of frugality. Bags a plenty sat to the left of chairs, as bodies that sourced them devoured readily the food that was ordered. Within this rabble not many cut from a refined cloth and yet in its standard thoroughfare, its life would reward a sense of success. A fold of that book as the raking of a chair across tanned stone would shriek quite quickly in a harsh tone. A few moments after as they sat in an uncomfortable silence, the waitress would

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The clicking of heels would beat across white stonework, wide streets where all manner of players would continue to rush along down the pathways toward shops and stalls. The air smelled of coffee and tea, of bread and pastries as a somber wind would cause the folds upon pinstripe umbrellas attached to white top tables to stir. The gentle tap of cups upon china, as all manners of patrons would grace the outside platforms. At hurried paces, waitresses in yellow dresses adorned with tan aprons would slide to each party and collect orders upon notepads before rushing off or be wandering out with l