Lessa

꧁༺Lessa༻꧂ Lessa | HP: 200/200 | EN: 43/43 | DMG: 10 | MIT: 42 | ACC: 2 | THORNS: 18 | BH: 6 | HB: 8 | REC: 2 | HLY: 2 Lessa, Guardian of Aincrad True Tier: 10 Level: 10 Paragon Level: 0 HP: 200/200 EN: 43/43 Stats: Damage: 10 Mitigation: 42 Accuracy: 2 Battle Healing: 6

Lessa had been called many things over the years, and an open book had absolutely been chief among them. Though her expression remained stony, her eyes widened with surprise at NIGHT's words. Then they quickly narrowed, as the shock faded and annoyance took up residence. Was this the woman's strategy, then? To keep making snarky remarks in an attempt to throw Telrenya off her game? It was... something, Lessa admitted. A viable approach, if you were into that kind of thing. You know, being a bitch. The Guardian drew in a long breath through her nose, then blew it out again, before straight

Joy sparked as Tel's attack found its mark, the tip of the rapier piercing through NIGHT's chest. And yes, it was certainly weird that Lessa was celebrating the fact that her friend had just been stabbed, but that was something she would have to unpack later, at home. Orrrrr once they'd beaten the game, in the very lengthy and very expensive therapy sessions that she would surely find herself in. Lessa was so focused on her partner's success that she nearly missed NIGHT's question. There was no chance, of course, of her missing the devastating blow that her guildmate dished out as a respo

A kaleidoscope of emotions swirled across the other player's expression. Lessa thought she caught surprise, then pleasure, and maybe a bit of embarrassment? It was evident what Jomei saw in her. Softening further, Lessa offered Telrenya a nod. "He has! All good things, I promise." Though it wasn't as if the man made a habit out of badmouthing people, especially someone like Tel. Shifting her attention to the food, Lessa brought her plate alongside the bowl of spaghetti, careful not to splash sauce on the pristine tablecloth as she scooped. "Really really. Definitely comfort foods for me. Even

"Going well? Popping off?" That familiar rage rose again, bubbling through her like white-hot magma climbing a volcano. She'd felt the same way less than an hour before, facing him on that stage. Back then, she'd already been superheated by his words and his hands on her. Time and distance had done little to cool her off, as they'd both just discovered. She'd stripped off her heavy armor, but hadn't taken the time to change into anything more stylish than the long-sleeved shirt and pants she wore beneath. The cool breeze that blew through the square tugged at the thin fabric, and sent her

Lessa grew bug-eyed again. "It'd better not be my friend coming back for round two," she shot back, drilling a finger into Jomei's chest. "Don't you put that evil on me." But the action held no real malice, and when she pulled her finger back, she was smiling at him. She reached up to grab the lip of the bar, then hauled herself up and back onto her feet. Then she reached down to offer Jomei a hand, bringing him up beside her. "So looks like we need to head to the docks and wait for a shop." No sooner had the word left her mouth than her eyes narrowed, and she called her HUD back up with a twi

꧁༺Lessa༻꧂ Lessa | HP: 200/200 | EN: 43/43 | DMG: 11 | MIT: 52 | ACC: 2 | THORNS: 18 | BH: 6 | HB: 8 | REC: 2 | HLY: 2 | Sushi Plate Lessa, Guardian of Aincrad True Tier: 10 Level: 10 Paragon Level: 0 HP: 200/200 EN: 43/43 Stats: Damage: 10 Mitigation: 42 Accuracy: 2 Battle Healing: 6 Ste

Blinking owlishly back at him, Lessa hesitantly let her hands fall away from her ears. She wrapped one around the wrist of his hand that touched her cheek, squeezing appreciatively. “Shit, sorry,” she hissed out, trying for a sheepish smile, but landing on a grimace instead. “I, uh, react really poorly to distorted sounds for some reasons. Skipping records, alarms, anything played backward, or on repeat. Can’t tell you why. Triggers fight or flight.” She shifted on the dirty tavern floor, attempting to move her body off of his, and sending the glass bottle skittering away in the process.

The Town of Beginnings was no New York City. There were no skyscrapers, the pizza didn't come close, and she hadn't seen a single Naked Cowboy the entire time she'd been in Aincrad. Still, they did both share the characteristic of never sleeping. No matter the day, no matter the hour, someone wandered the streets. Often many someones, and the small parks and plazas that dotted the city saw their fair share of activity. For that reason, it was suspiring that Oscar had managed to find one without any other Players milling about. Or perhaps he'd simply scared them all off. He did cut an incredibl

"It sort of looked like a person, in the beginning," came her answer as she walked along the bar, one fingertip dragging a line through the dust. "But then it sort of... peeled its own skin off, I guess?" The blonde gave a small shudder, following alongside Jomei as the pair slipped behind the bar. "I didn't see it all, but what I caught was gruesome. I genuinely wouldn't have minded never seeing it again, which is why it's ridiculous that I'm back. Something about this place just.. tugged at me." The toe of her boot bumped a discarded bottle, and as she stooped to retrieve it, the room w

Get boozy, boozy, boozy (now it looks like a wasteland). Get boozy, boozy, boozy (not the way that we remember). Get boozy, boozy, boozy (one more sip for the past). Get boozy, boozy, boozy (and always tip your bartenders). "This is the place," Lessa announced, shouldering open the door and turning to usher Jomei in. Even as she motioned for him to follow her, her gaze tracked around the room, on high alert for... whatever that thing had been. She picked her way around the empty tables, some with overturned stools, some with mugs still perched atop the scarred wooden tops. And thoug

It had come to this, then. When she'd walked onto the dueling stage, she certainly hadn't expected whatever this had been. And she assumed her future duels wouldn't be quite so... lively, or else Minako and Kindling had some explaining to do. Or maybe the brunette's offer at the start of the fight hadn't been a mere show for the audience. Lessa made a mental note to follow up. But in the moment, she bore down on Oscar, her eyes alight with a myriad of different emotions. Some of them scared her. Most of them confused her. All of them surprised her. Something between them had changed,

And she thought she'd been been angry before. Fury rose in her chest, a living, breathing thing that threatened to explode out of her at a moment's notice. Her hands trembled again, though this time for a completely different reason. How dare he? HOW. DARE. HE. Get her all riled up, like some freaking exhibitionistic display, then try to psychoanalyze her, then kiss her, and then... what? Be there for her? The longer she waited, managing to look down her nose at him despite their massive height difference, the more completely her rage turned to disgust. "Tch," she scoffed, finally l

As a history teacher, Lessa had read a lot of first-hand accounts of battlefields. One consistent factor had been the sound - the cacophony that had filled the ears, the mind, the entire being, rendering some helpless in their most vulnerable moments. The screams of the battle charge, the wails of the wounded, the thunder of hooves, the crack of gunfire and the boom of cannons. "If you want to know what a real war sounded like," a reenactor at Fort Mackinac had joked, back when Lessa had been Alyssa, "then turn your hearing aids up to eleven before we start firing our muskets." Though Les

You're a fuckin' monster, Lessa. His words sent a shudder through her, and it had nothing to do with the sexual tension snapping and sizzling like electricity between them. Am I a fucking monster? Her blue eyes bore into his, cold ice meeting hot fire, and she swore the events on that glacier played out in her peripheral vision. The same way they played out in her dreams most nights. If I'm a monster, you would be the one to know. But she didn't think that Oscar would be heartless enough to drag that into their duel, even in an attempt to throw her off her game. The man was chaos incarnat

In an instant, shock replaced the coy amusement she'd worn for the entirety of the fight. She'd let her guard down - that had been her first mistake. Looking into Oscar's eyes had been the second. That attacks she'd just used, where she drew him close just to run him through? She'd borrowed that from another swordsman. Of course, he had used it on her, in a demonstration that had shaken her to her very core. It had left her wondering who he was. Who she was. Who she was to him. He'd grabbed for her throat once, too, straddling her hips as he pinned her to the ground. "So fragile," h

The woman huffed out a breath, and though she rolled her eyes, they held no real annoyance. "That was your first mistake," she informed him, reaching back to drag her mop of blonde hair over one shoulder, exposing her sweaty neck to the cool breeze drifting across the meadow. Even in the midst of their repartee, she couldn't quite let that statement go unexplained, or else risk looking like a complete prick. "Either you'll fuck me, or I'll fuck you." She flashed him a wicked grin. "Metaphorically speaking, of course. But either way, I don't want you pulling your punches, got it? I won't get st

She knew it was coming. Though years might have passed since she'd held a damage-dealing position on the Frontlines, she hadn't completely lost her spatial awareness. The problem was, she couldn't do anything to avoid the attack. He moved with far more speed and grace than a man his size should be allowed, and in seconds, the warm, rough skin of his palm was pressed to her neck. That feels nice, came an absent thought, before everything else happened in quick succession. Her legs vanished from beneath her, her weight shifted, and her breastplate slammed against the stage's wooden floor. The br

Real, honest-to-goodness amusement lit Lessa's features, despite the damage Oscar inflicted. She paused only a few heartbeats to glance at her health bar - already too low for her liking - before giving him her attention again. "I love that," she told him. "Do you have one in my size? Or better yet, maybe I could just have that one after all this is over?" She narrowed her eyes playfully at him before continuing. "I'd get one with your face on it, but I'd want to wear it out in public, and that might scare small children." His jab hadn't fallen on deaf ears. She gave a little shrug, which

Lessa was insane. Certifiably, undeniably, insane. There was absolutely no reason for her to enter a PvP competition, and about a billion reasons for her not to, starting and ending with she hated PvP. Duels rarely, if ever, went in her favor, and they had wrecked more than their fair share of friendships. Back in the real world, Alyssa had thrived on the rush of competition, but that simply had not transferred into the death game. Here, she would much prefer to hold hands and sing Kumbaya with her opponents than try to shove swords through their guts. Opponents. Lessa's lips pulled back

Mod(s)/Addon(s)/Shift(s) Being Dropped: Barrier (6), Field Medic (6) SP Incurred Towards Limit: 12 SP SP Refunded: 12 SP Cost: 12,000 Col

The explosion took Lessa right off her feet. She was entirely unprepared - they all were - and she'd have liked to say that she'd have kept her feet if she'd kept her guard up. But the truth was, the sheer force of the blast would have sent her sprawling no matter how she'd have braced herself. As she'd positioned herself between the wrecked building and the teleport gate, she immediately found herself adjacent to Ground Zero. What did that make her half of the square, littered with prone bodies and the shrieks of the panicked? Ground One? Ground Point-Five? Despite years in Aincrad, her

I'm here with the singular goal of making it further than Oscar.

More than anything, Lessa wanted to go. She wanted to give Eous her head, dig in her heels, and urge the mare into that gallop she knew she was capable of. She wanted to feel the thrill of it, as close to flying as she had ever been in her life. More, she wanted to close the distance to Oliver in as little time as possible. Already, her mind was conjuring the worst case scenarios, painting them in vivid color and detail across her vision whenever she closed her eyes. So she kept them open, choosing instead to focus on the path ahead, and the comforting rock of the horse beneath her. She wanted

Lessa's anger roared out of her, bellowing like an animal as the vines plucked Jomei off the ground. Her blood felt too hot in her veins, and a sudden need to claw at her skin overcame her. What was this feeling so sudden and new? Was it simply the frustration from the quest itself, and their terrible luck? Was it disappointment, and guilt from her own shortcomings? Was it panic, watching her friend get hauled into the air by the vines? Or was it just sheer, unadulterated fury at the goddamn fucking piece of shit Guardian? In the end, it didn't really matter. Roaring, Lessa threw her