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Ahahahaha. He's definitely cute enough.
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When she spoke, Lessa chose her words carefully. Each word was deliberate, a cautious attempt at relaying her thoughts without offending her friend. "It means a lot that you would place that sort of trust in me." How could she make him, and so many others, understand? The thought of carrying a name back to the real world, or finding someone's parents, terrified her. This task was only necessary if said individual fell victim to Aincrad's cruelties, and that was not something she particularly enjoyed dwelling on. Alkor had never instilled within her this responsibility, and for that, she was gr
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The young man's matter-of-fact answer caught the young woman by surprise. "Oh," she breathed, the deflating a bit as the wind left her sails. I had been having such a good day, too. Why it surprised her, Lessa could not say for sure. She should have expected it. Most players who sat at a bar in the middle of the day, watching their ice cubes swirl in their glass, were not in the best of moods. And the way that the boy gripped his head should have been an indication of his poor state; she recognized this as she finally took her first real look at him. The stranger spoke, and Lessa listene
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Happy Thanksgiving, Aincrad! I'm thankful for your kindness and creativity. :)
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[F3-NK-PP] What Started a Small Friendship. (Lessa)
Lessa replied to Husky's topic in Beginner Floors
He's awfully friendly, Lessa mused with a quiet appreciation. She imagined that, even if she stayed in Aincrad for the rest of her life, she would never meet every single player. Of course, spending her remaining years in the game was not a pleasant thought, but the fact still stood. Every single day, she could see a new face, or make a new acquaintance. Or, as was the case that evening, stumble into a new tavern. But she was finding that fewer and fewer individuals were exercising even the most basic manners, let alone going out of their way to be especially kind. In truth, she could not blam -
The barkeep, a middle-aged brunette with funky bleached bangs, flashed Lessa a winning smile. "You got it," she said, moving to her feet, and taking a couple of steps toward the kitchen. Then, as an afterthought, she turned back to the swordswoman. "Soup's pepperjack crab. Is that alright?" Lessa's expression mirrored the barkeep's. "Honestly," she confessed, "I'm to the point where I'd eat anything. And I mean anything. But pepperjack crab is one of my favorites, so of course it's alright." "Groovy," the woman answered, giving a quick nod. During the exchange, Lessa had hardly notic
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There were many unpleasant things within Aincrad. The reality of being trapped. The bosses. The boars. The player killers. The whole "death in-game means death out-of-game" bit. And that list seemed to grow the longer that the game went on. But there were also the less-severe problems, many of which were not unique to the virtual reality world. Exhaustion, especially after a grueling workout, to note one. And hunger. The hunger was real, especially when a player forwent a meal or two for an exceptionally successful material gathering trip. Like a gambler at a hot table, unable to walk away, Le
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[F3-NK-PP] What Started a Small Friendship. (Lessa)
Lessa replied to Husky's topic in Beginner Floors
"Hakkasan Tavern. Hakkasan." Lessa let the word roll off her tongue, marveling at how foreign it felt. She repeated it a couple more times, trying a few different variations of pronunciation. She had no idea which was correct, but after a few attempts, she determined the least she could do was pay the establishment a visit. While the third floor was far from her least favorite, it was not one that she often frequented; she had never before stumbled across this particular wooden sign, or the tavern it advertised. It was rare that the blonde find something new in Aincrad, and as such, she found -
"Thief! Get back here!" The shout rose above the din of the city, and startled me from my window-shopping. Instinctively, I turned, my gaze immediately picking through the crowd for the source of the cry. It settled upon a panic-stricken brunette, who seemed no older than the middle schoolers I had worked with before Aincrad. A frown creased my features at the sight; robbery was never acceptable, but picking on young people really rubbed me the wrong way. I moved into a jog, coming to rest beside the girl, and only then realizing that she had no curser. It was an NPC. Slight embarrassment
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Here's my face.
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The sudden rattling of a door nearly frightened Lessa out of her skin. Despite her extensive experience with the paranormal, loud noises proved to be the bane of her existence. She loosed a string of exceptionally unladylike curses, wrapping her arms about herself to calm her galloping heart. "Maybe we found our answer," she muttered, when she finally managed to find her voice. Hikoru's voice carried, and she felt herself relax slightly. He was the one who had tried to get inside, and not some great beast, or disgruntled spirit. He could make such a graceful exit, but getting inside was an ent
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Marathoning my favorite Blizzard games this weekend. Heroes, Hearthstone, SC2, and Overwatch. Anyone else play?
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Like a good friend should, Lessa listened in thoughtful silence while Baldur spoke. However, despite her best efforts, she could not keep the bemused smirk from curling her lips. By the end, she was nearly grinning at him. Perhaps it was inappropriate, and more than a little insensitive, but his short story had left her teetering on the edge of a fit of giggles. "Baldur," she started, her blue eyes dancing as she leveled her gaze. "When you tell me that Jason wasn't a good guy, you've got me thinking of kicking puppies or stealing candy from babies." She gave an amused snort, her breath a
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"Hmm." The noise was light, and thoughtful, and only just barely audible. How could the man possibly prefer to stay here, trapped in this floating prison? The thought baffled her, but she managed to keep the perplexed expression from her face. Rather, she remained neutral. All the while, her mind raced. Was it possible to grow so acclimated to the game that it became reality? In a sense, she understood; she was far past considering the threats imaginary. But the outside world still felt real. It was her goal. It motivated her, and she wanted it more than anything else. "Lessa still feels
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Hold me in this wild, wild world. Cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be, and in your heat I feel how cold it can get. Continuation of New Beginnings. Frozen Lake ❄ Closed to Baldur At the thought of their first meeting, a wry smile twisted her lips. "If I remember correctly," she began, "I about killed you." As her gaze found his, and noticed the humor in his eyes, her expression softened. "Did I ever apologize for that, by the way?" At the very least, she assumed that he had forgiven her, as he considered her one of his closest friends. There was a sudden desire to s
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Would anyone be up for completing the Lord of the Seas quest with me?
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Life has been pretty unkind lately. But I'm going to get some writing done, because it always helps with these things. Sorry to those I've kept waiting.
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Awesome pictures! I'd love to check out Norway sometime.
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Sorry for the tardiness, conferences have consumed my life. I'll work on getting all my replies out this weekend. :)
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"Ma'am?" she echoed, feigning insult as she shrugged his hand away. But she could not keep the act going for long, and a grin finally split her chapped lips. "I can't be that much older than you. And I don't think I've ever been called ma'am." Her eyes, as blue as the cloudless sky that sprawled above them, were wide and laughing. She clapped him on the arm, only then noticing the weapon he carried. Humor waned into surprise. "Spear, huh?" she inquired, her head tilting just a bit as she gave it a once-over. "I don't remember you being the Balsa-type." Instantly recognizing that he probab
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"You were hoping for ghosts?" the woman asked incredulously. Then with a small laugh, she shook her head. "Man, I guess I can't blame you. I'd take ghosts over the alternative any day." Without waiting for a request, she elaborated: "demons, monsters, all that jazz." Despite the seemingly eerie topic of conversation, it was one she was familiar with. In fact, she even had some experience in that particular department. "Ghosts are creepy, sure. But they can't do much to you. If this place is haunted, I'd rather it be by ghosts." After Hikoru took his leave via fairly unusual methods, Lessa
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I'm looking for help creating a signature. I'd really like to incorporate a GIF, so please let me know if you'd be willing. Thank you!
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Lessa gave a half-shrug, demonstrating her uncertainty when Beatbox countered her claim. "I mean," she began softly, "this could be a boss, for all we know. A boss with a very elaborate setup, sure. But for all we know, there's a monster waiting outside." The words hung in the silence for a moment, and they did nothing to settle her nerves. More likely, they had unnerved the entire party. Hoping to remedy the situation, she forced a weak smile, and added, "but probably not. Right?" Now her gaze swung to the fire, which Beatbox questioned as Hikoru explored it. "I'm not sure why its here,"
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"Beatbox and Hikoru," she repeated, nodding to each in turn. For a moment, she found herself impressed by their polite bows and formal introductions. Her manners had a way of leaving her when the situation grew stressful, but that did not appear to be the case for the two men. At Beatbox's question, the blonde shook her head. "I don't know," she admitted. "Maybe it is some sort of event? I mostly hear talk of people coming her around Halloween, so maybe it is special for October?" She let silence fall momentarily between the threesome, and then she gave a slight shrug. "I can't say for su
