Azide
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Someday play me in Connect 4: http://www.playc4.com/Y5en0aPwqkSlpL8VABsW
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Azide is the Winner!
10 hit combo!
*Doritos and Mountain Dew rains down*
Azide - 2
Hirru - 1
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All about that W! Also, the game broke. - Show next comments 6 more
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Snails are the hipster's turtle.
Thoughts?
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Azide, where's your OP?
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I don't have an OP at the moment, but here's the PP I created yesterday: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/8933-pp-f10-why-dont-you-love-me-pm-for-invite/
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If anyone's interested in joining my PP, just shoot me a message- I can't promise I'll be able to make the fastest replies though, haha.
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Haha, again, not policing anyone- just telling you what I said when somebody asked xD
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No problem :) It was okay, asked Tristan :)
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For reference, I based my answer directly from the tutorial, which specifies 1 mat per non-combat gathering attempt- although as GM, it's possible that Tristan has updated the rules to account as of the Sword Arts system
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=====Quest Completed====== +400 col (1 page completed) +2 SP (1 from Completed Topic + 1 from Quest Reward) +3 Materials +1 Familiar: Lucifer the Snake
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A final slash cleared the last of the stalks, and his hands parted what remained. Finally, they'd made their way out of the accursed place- although technically, he supposed that this was Lucifer's home. "Am I supposed to take you back here on visits?" he wondered. Maybe he'd do so once, and simply take back a few samples to grow at his lab. It wasn't exactly his idea of a fun time- though the rain life rain forests of South American or the Congo were certainly exciting. He'd once believed that perhaps the jungles of Aincrad had hidden away similarly miraculous plants, but his last journey
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With the issue of identity taken care of, Lucifer seemed content, and slithered from his arm past the folds of his coat. In the end, it settled into a pocket on the inside flap, and poked its head out near his neck. "You can stay there if you'd like," he remarked. In truth, he hadn't thought about how a snake could possibly keep up with him on foot, or rather, belly. But perhaps it'd be simplest if the creature simply traveled on his person, like a pirate with his parrot. "Will you be the parrot to my pirate?" he asked, brushing aside a low-hanging branch. He slashed away a few vines and cl
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Azide blinked- something that his companion did not mimic, as it lacked the eyelids to do so. "Guildmates... now there's a thought." His mind zeroed in on one specific member, whose name he felt comfortable with using due to her absence. "How about Lucifer?" he asked. The snake said nothing, as usual, but he carried on with the thought regardless. He hadn't seen the girl in what felt like ages, and he'd actually been feeling rather worried lately. In fact, nobody from the guild had seen or her from her- but he took solace in the fact that she'd at least been confirmed to still be alive. Somewh
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The two stood there in that meadow for quite some time, bouncing idea after idea off of the other. Well, only one of them was actually standing, or bouncing any ideas. But he felt the serpent made a very good listener. "Actually, this sort of reminds me of when I spent a night talking with Rebekah. Me rambling on about whatever, and you mostly listening," he said, laughing at his own joke. The snake flicked its tongue out at him, but otherwise had a very placid reaction. He joked about it, but in fact, it really did. "I'm sure you'll get to meet her sometime," he said. "She's joined the guil
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But there was still a certain question, which he deemed to be important enough to bring his advance to a temporary halt. He tilted his head as his eyes remained locked on the snake's. "I've never really named an animal before," he reflected. "Well, I guess that's not entirely true now, is it?" But then again, it was debatable if numbers and barcodes constituted actual names, no matter how catchy some of them might've been. "Two-four-six-O-one was a pretty good one," he said, thinking out loud. His serpentine companion said nothing in reply, though it would've been quite disconcerting if it
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He rocked his arm slowly to the left, then to the right. It seemed to put the creature at further ease, and it swayed its slender body to and fro, as if mimicking the methodic motions. "Could you possibly have any soul?" he wondered. He thought back to the bandits that he'd faced a while back, and how he'd declared that they had none of their own. "But that's not exactly true- I said that they had 'mechanical souls.' But could they ever possibly be as real as ours?" If he accepted that this little snake had a unique consciousness of its own, he'd have to accept the possibility that the same
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Feeling particularly daring, Azide set his hand against the ground and allowed the creature to coil its way up his arm. Its head reached out toward him as he raised his arm so that it was parallel against the ground. It extended its neck out toward him and eyed him with quiet curiosity, and occasionally flicked its tongue out, but otherwise was completely docile. The creature was a bright green with a white-ish underbelly. The length of its entire body wore the occasional black stripe, and its bore large rounded eyes that gave it an almost deceivingly friendly appearance. The slender serpen
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As he finished up with the Bush Monkey, he sheathed Quantum Slicer and continued about his way- which was to say, he carried on with his aimless ambling. "Admittedly, I have absolutely no idea of where I'm supposed to go to find these things," he thought. "Last time I was here, they sort of just flung themselves at me." For once, maybe he'd left too much of his plan to luck, rather than planning. Had he not given this endeavor enough thought? People often said that he didn't believe in coincidences, but Azide had always been in the opposite camp. Absent the sudden revelation of a heavenly, g
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"Ugh, where are my priorities?" he muttered, standing back up. He dusted himself off, then adjusted himself to stance better suited for fighting. He sped toward the creature, who offered a relatively small target, and slipped out of his reach at the last moment. It lunged at him, but missed as he spun out of its way and delivered a well-placed slash at its back. Had this been real life, rather than a game, he mused that his last hit would've ended the fight there and then. "With the force and I angle I used, the thing should've been cut clean in two." He shook his head. If there were any po
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"For whatever reason, I feel like I just had a sudden change of perspective just now..." He shook his head- it was time to focus, not waste time entertaining pointless thoughts that would lead to nowhere. As he prepared to attack, he stumbled over a stray root. Before he could inspect it, the monkey came running straight at him, somehow missed him entirely. "How the hell did that just happen?" he wondered. He hadn't even been moving when it'd set out. He sighed, then crouched down and freed the root from the soil and sent it to his inventory. Perhaps he could use it in his laboratory- he'd b
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As I continued walking, I heard a rustling in the bushes and turned my head. Nothing. "Being incredibly genre savvy, I wouldn't be too surprised if something were to pop up on the other side of me right about-" From out the opposite row of vegetation, another Bush Monkey came darting out. I hopped aside, managing to avoid taking another hit as it went speeding right past me. Attacks were no good if they failed to be landed. With a slash of my sword, I severed the creature's tail and grabbed it out of the air- it shattered in my hand just a moment later, and I prepared to make my next move.
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The humanoid creature charged at him once again. Rather than make a run for his ankles, it launched itself into the air and clung to his chest. Somewhere in the depths of his mind, a voice whispered to him to tell the creature to 'quit monkeying around', but he ignored the temptation. "Some things are best left for the appropriate time," he reminded himself. The rabid beast sank its teeth into his arm and wrapped itself around his limb like it was an outstretched tree branch. A burning sensation crept up his arm like a swarm of fire ants, and he shook his appendage until the creature unlatc
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He failed to repeat the success of his last swing- missing his follow up completely. "What the hell happened just now?" He swore under his breath- if he'd been concentrating, perhaps he might've been able to finish the stand off just now, rather than drag it out. With a bit of luck, however, he'd at least managed to avoid falling victim to the creature's teeth or claws. "Though I can't help but feel this thing is relatively harmless, with how much more punishment I can take nowadays." He reckoned that with his stats, he could trudge through armies of these things before having to turn back.
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Upon entering the forest, he found himself immediately attacked by some sort of crazed primate. "A bonobo?" he wondered as he caught a brief glimpse of the thing. He shook his head. "How the hell am I supposed to know? I'm not a biologist..." Whatever the creature was, it'd missed him by quite the large margin, allowing him to score a devastating counterattack against it. He watched as the creature's health bar was whittled down to half. "Sorry mister monkey, but I don't think I'd like you to be my animal companion." He raised his sword and prepared to launch another strike. "It's not you,
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He parted some low hanging branches, but found them stubbornly elastic. As he drew his hands away, they simply snapped back together, and he was left with no entryway. Rather than take the risk of being needlessly scratched up, he decided instead to simply carve out an opening with the sharp edge of his blade. A few quick strokes were all that it took, and he slipped inside without much further trouble. If anything, he was thankful to have avoided any immortal objects thus far. "I most definitely don't want to be left wasting time waiting until a giant serpent passes by," he thought. He cou
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After haggling the shopkeep down on the price, he took his leave from the shop. It wasn't exactly the sort of place he fancied, and he certainly didn't wish to stick around any longer than he had to. He rolled the bag up and sent it to his inventory. Perhaps it would've been wiser to keep it on-hand an in his pocket, but he didn't want his coat smelling like meat. Somehow, the idea of that was quite unsavory. "There it is," he thought, looking ahead. Once again, he stood at the edge of the lush green wall- the jungle. He thought back to the time that he'd entered this place with Oikawa, and
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Azide cleared his throat, but didn't move away from the cooler. He held out his bag of choice to the shopkeeper. "I'm interesting in purchasing this- no need to tell me what it is, I'd almost rather not know. But before you ask, I'm just purchasing a bit of bait. Think of it as a hunting trip, of sorts." The butcher scratched his head, leaving a streak of red across his white cap. His lips twitched, before becoming a toothy grin. "You huntin' for worms or somethin', boy? 'Cause those itty-bitty pieces of rat meat ain't gonna get you nothin'!" The man slapped the counter in front of him, and
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"What can I do for ya?" grumbled a voice from behind him. He turned around, still clutching the bag of meat, and saw that his addressor was about what you'd expect your butcher to look like. Big-boned, plenty of bulk and dressed in white with the occasional splotches of red. Silently, he'd found himself wondering for a moment if he'd instead wandered into the shop of some sort of player killer, but he quickly dismissed the ridiculous notion. "No matter how sketchy the bloodstains might look, I'm willing to chalk them up to the less glamorous aspects of working with raw meat." Not to ment
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He walked over to the large cooler and opened it. Inside, among the ice, he was greeted with the sight of creatures that were now unidentifiable. "It sounds gruesome when you put it like that, but I actually prefer not being able to tell what animal it used to be...' He thought about the people who'd leave their fish with their heads on and shuddered. "You might as well be leaving the chicken's head on while you're at it." Azide shook his head. "No, it's most certainly better this way," he mumbled. Reaching inside the freezer, he dislodged the ice cubes which had frozen together before digg
