Mossino

Just like a couple. Those words rang in her ears and mind. A couple. She blushed heavily and buried her face in his chest. That was something she had thought of from when they were together previously. A couple. Honestly, she loved the idea, and...well...she'd never want to admit it, but she wanted to marry Beatbox....But she'd never admit that...maybe.

"I promise." She said with a light stutter, her mind still on more...romantic thoughts. It was obvious she was blushing rather hard. She had never seen Taft before...but she could explore another time. For now it was time to be with Beatbox.

She waited until she was put onto the bed, a very pink blush coming across her face as she kissed him with as much fire and passion back. Slowly, she wrapped her hands around his neck again, trying to pull him down upon the bed, to lay with her.

Alisa squeaked as she was picked up, her fright leaving her. She was still in shock about her...situation. But, Beatbox had done a wonderful, amazing, perfect job at relaxing and comforting her right now. Though, instead of squirming to get off of him, she just smiled and pushed her head into his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck. For the first time in months, she smiled, and then giggled. She seemed to have no issues with being carried bridal style, to be honest, she enjoyed it immensely.

 

And so, as he carried her away, she laughed and giggled and loved it.

“T-Thank you so much…” she said between giggles, “I love this, I love you…I’m so happy you found me…I-I thought you would hate me…b-but no…you….” Her ramble ends and she squeezes him again, her old tears wetting his shoulder for the final time. And after that…she didn’t cry again.

 

Alisa passionately kissed him back, closing her eyes and enjoying it immensely. She had missed this, missed being wrapped in his arms, missed talking to him, and missed being with him every day. The flood of memories of their previous encounters came back.  And his offer….to live with him, in his house…have a bath…relax in warm water, and take her mind off of his crazy game, her sins, and everything that had happened. How nice that sounded….how lovely…how perfect….it was something she had wanted, a goal she had forgotten in her absence. It was funny, he remembered her better than she remembered herself.

She leaned into him as he rubbed her back, enjoying it rather immensely. She seemed to have finally calmed down…Beatbox always had a thing for making Alisa relax. She smiled, “As long as I can spend my time with you…I’d love every second of it…I’d love to join you in your house…I love you.”  

Alisa wrapped her small body around him, hugging and snuggling tightly into him. Yeah she felt pretty bad about what she did. But it was fully necessary to escape her horrible situation. There was no other way out except for death, and not even Alisa wanted to die. She didn’t know Beatbox had killed someone but…she couldn’t blame him. It wasn’t the killing, it was the pleasure she got from it, and the satisfaction she got from repeatedly stabbing a man in his chest, until the life drained from his eyes and he fell to the ground…

 

Just remembering it made her shiver again, but not in fright, but in satisfaction. She quickly shook her head and squeezed him again. “T-Thank you…” she mumbled, “I-I love you so much…I was so scared….t-thank you…” she continued to mumble thank you for a while, still in shock out of it. She was a shell of her former self.

Aye, it was true, Alisa was feeling dead inside. It was just pure and utter shock from what she had done. Of course, Domarus would have no idea of what she had done until she told her, but his general ideas were correct, just a combination of the two.

 

They had sat in silence for a few minutes, the girl just trying to patch herself up mentally. Thankfully, after a few minutes Domarus broke the silence, asking her rather gently if she was okay. After a few seconds, she slowly looked up at Domarus in the eyes, staring into them.

 

Slowly, she shook her head, and looked like she could cry, if she had any tears left. “N-No…” she stammered out lightly. Even with Beatbox comforting her, she was just so conflicted…and she couldn’t cling to Beatbox twenty four-seven. Though, Alisa was weak, perhaps he could push for information, and she’d spill her heart out, in detail.

The girl didn’t even lift her head when the bottle was put down. It was like she was in her own little world, of shock and panic. There was pain in her eyes, and she looked a mess. Ever since yesterday, she had been nearly dead like this. Of course, she was still emotional around Beatbox, but, without him around she was like a shell of the original person. Honestly, it was sad to see the innocent Frenchie like this.

Eventually, the girl slowly lifted her head up and looked at Domarus, a neutral, stoic expression on her face, very unlike the normally constant smiling girl she used to be. Sheesh, what exactly did happen to her to cause this change in her personality? But, she was nearly in a catatonic state. Domarus would have to slowly get her to talk, over by just making her comfortable with him being there.

 

Alisa released a deep breath, slowly getting her bearings back. After he reassured her, she stopped shaking as much, and seemed to calm down and relax a lot. Finally, after silence for a few minutes she fully stopped her shaking.

Then, she slowly started to talk, spilling her heart out to him. Though, she could only talk so much, until she broke down again, and couldn’t find any more words to say.

“I…they blackmailed me, took me away under threats…I was forced to stay with them for months…they held me, kept me, made me do things for them…” she murmured, trying to keep herself calm, but was failing badly.

“I saw my opportunity, to escape….but I had to kill them…every single one of them….” She started to cry again, wetting Beatbox’s shoulder, her small body shaking violently as she lost it again…did….did she kill off an entire party? He needed more information.

The girl at the window seemed oddly familiar. Familiar clothes, look, hair, height. But never mind that, the girl seemed shocked. Like all of the emotions had been sucked out of her, and had just lost all meaning to exist.

She was slowly sipping a cup of coffee, her long blond hair flowing down off her back. Who was this….the old Frenchie?

No, she had been gone for months, what the hell. They had only met briefly, but there was fire in the girl he had met previously. Perhaps this was her?

But something was obviously, obviously wrong with her. She looked like she had just been through a war, and had experienced things no human being should ever have to go throw…

She just kept staring down at a cup of coffee, looking distant, scared, anxious, worried, and every other synonym of the word. She was a complete mess.

 

The girl continued to sob and shake on the man's chest after the kiss ended. It was obvious she was scared...what exactly did she escape from? She kept repeating she was sorry, what exactly did she do?

 

After a while, she took a deep breath, and muttered in a small voice, "I killed them, I killed them all." After stating that, she seemed more distressed and upset at herself and what was going on... She even seemed close to pure and total hysteria, what the hell was going on with her?

 

Wait, kill them? What the hell? Alisa didn't have a red crystal above her head...did she? No, no she didn't, so did she actually kill people? Or was so she bewildered and upset that she was just coming up with random things? Perhaps he could pry for more information and figure out exactly what had happened during her absence.

The small, French girl fell onto Beatbox, snuggling into him rather tightly as she continued to cry. She felt so bad, she should have asked for help. But no, she was stupid and got caught out in a situation she couldn't control. Her heart stung as he went on about how he tried to find her. She had wished he would have...but can't blame him for anything. She didn't want to talk about what happened though...it would just upset him...she didn't want him to know what she had done...the murder to escape....the slaughter... So, she laid on him, crying, unable to answer for a few seconds. She was experiencing some of the strongest emotions she had ever felt.

 

"I-I'm so sorry, I...I got pulled and I nearly died and I got..." she stopped, realizing she could barely even understand herself. She broke the hug and pulled herself up on Beatbox, kissing him deeply, the love for him in her having never died.

The girl stopped in the doorway. It was the spitting image, no, it was Alisa, like nothing had ever happened. Wearing the same clothes, with the same stance and the same face. However, she looked extremely tired and wary, like she just ran two marathons and was attempting to stay up.

Though, she went rigid. The voice...the man in front of it. It...Beatbox. It was Beatbox, James, her old love...the man she still loved actually. The person she didn't want to see, for what she did to him. She abandoned him for so many months, granted, she had no choice but...

She stammered, tears already streaming down her young face. "I-I'm so sorry..." is all she said, before slowly stepping forward. One, two, three...She then took a few rapid steps and wrapped her arms around Beatbox, crying into him, repeatedly saying "I'm sorry," apologizing in any way she could. She felt so bad for abandoning him....

You know, something about this café seemed so oddly familiar. It was like nothing had been touched for months. Not dusty, this game wasn’t that realistic, but it seemed like there should have been. There was an empty fireplace and a homey…maybe French vibe to the area.

There was a girl in the back, and she was holding herself over the counter. She was bewildered, anxious, scared. She had just made it away from a horrible, horrible situation that made her lose months of her life. She just made it back to her territory, her home. Over the time, she had been forced to remove all her friends, and never talk to them again. She had fallen out with everyone, and felt horrible for it. She barely knew how to cope, and she was close to tears.

So, when the door she thought she looked opened, and the familiar bells jingled she groaned. She wasn’t ready to talk to anyone, Christ, who could it be?

 

And so, a distinctly French voice called from the kitchen. “Vhat? Sorry ve are closed right now…” Wait…that accent was so similar?

 

After the voice called a few footsteps were heard as a girl started to come to the door.

It was a cold, cold night on floor four. Snow was already falling and the sun had been set. It covered the streets, and made everything shiny and white in the moonlight. Though, something was special this night. A shop had remained closed and empty for months upon months, as the girl who ran it had disappeared for…reasons no one ever knew. Not even her bestest of friends and lovers knew where she was. Enough time had passed for pretty much everyone to forget about it, and that was around the time she had returned.

And on this night, there was a light on in the Honeymoon Café. For the first time in months, there was a light on in the back. The small bakers shop, ran by the French woman little people knew, was…open? Of course, no one would know who was in there, only that it was for once, open.

Alisa looked over at him, realizing he even noticed her small frown. That actually made her rather happy for some reason. Maybe it was that he actually, truly cared for her, or perhaps he was looking at just the little details. Whatever it was, it just..made her happy.

With a giggle she gave him a sarcastic little remark, "Oh, I was just in deep thought Beatie, hehe~." You know...around Beatbox she has kind of changed her personality. I mean, the first time Beatbox had seen her, she was down on her luck, feeling horrible, and barely wanted to talk, in her reclusive shell. But just...the way he acted and the things he did broke her out of that so quickly and so fast that it dramatically changed how she acted around him. And not for the bad, she was more confident, outgoing, and was experiencing emotions she had never even thought of. It was...to be blunt, rather beautiful.

 "We should get back to our material find...but laying here on you is pretty nice, gotta say. Best pillow."

Alisa laughed as she fell onto him, and then onto the ground as he tripped. She was laying on him whilst still having her arms wrapped around him.

"Pfft, deep thought? Oh well, doesn't matter, I'm here to stop that so I can hug you~" she giggles, sliding off his back to lay on the ground beside of him. It was still marvelously afternoon with the sun shining down through the trees.

"So, how're you doing down here? Having a good time?" she asks a bit sarcastically at him. Honestly, this situation between Beatbox and herself was odd. She really...really liked him but...She had never been in a relationship before. What if she messed up? What if he left her? What would she do. Honestly, she really had no idea. She was slowly slipping into the same deep thought Beatbox was in...and she started to lightly frown...

After a second though she smiled and squeezed him a bit.

Alisa frowns lightly. Improve her swords...manship? Or is it swords womanship? Honestly she didn't know, does it change like that? She chuckled lightly under her breath, her mood improving some. She stood up from her bench and nodded towards Itzal...or well Ulises. "Okay, let's fight. You are a much higher level so I believe we won't be dueling, we can just practice hits in the safe zone."

She put hut her left hand on her sheath on the left side of her body, and using her right hand pulled out her Rapier. 'Warrior's Finesse.' She held it back, ready to strike at Ulises.

"So this will help me control my uh...hatred problem? I still fail to see how this will work but, you're the boss..." She stated a bit sassily. Her mood was...rather off for her today, but perhaps it was just the current situation she was in, dealing with Ulises and other things happening in her life.

Alisa quickly stood back up, hearing Domarus' words of...wisdom? Whatever, didn't matter. Her confidence wasn't fully draining, she just had to be better. Putting a hand on her own neck, she stretched herself lightly, still holding her Rapier in her right hand. Just a few more attacks and just could take this boar down. Just a few more good hits and the bleed effect would take care of this beast. Finishing her stretching, she looked on wards for a area where she could get to the boar. Where she could get past its defenses.

In a flash, Alisa was upon the boar, and with a quick strike there is a shriek from the animal. Its neck had been opened up once again by Alisa, and it was bleeding profusely. Alisa laughed lightly, maybe a bit cruelly as she jumped back. She was happy she was finally slaying this beast. That was the way she was when she fought. Cruel.

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Roll ID: ID# 68904

BD: 9

Alisa 6/20 Energy
Alisa 197/200 HP

5 Damage + 12 Bleed. 5-16 Mitigation = 1.

Total Damage 13

Alisa continued to laugh loudly as Beatbox tickled her up and down. While normally she would have rejected this whole heartedly while kicking and punching, it was well..Beatbox. This was the one person who COULD tickle her and totally get away with it. After he quickly hugged her and kissed her forehead before moving off, leaving her rather red faced and blushing.

'Ah....' she muttered to herself, 'He kissed me again...aha...it feels so normal now...I like it...'

She blushed heavily and stood up, walking over to continuing trying to find materials, with a heavy blush and smile plastered on her face. However, she was really unable to find anything, too caught up in her owns thoughts about Beatbox.

He called over to her, and she just looked up, smiled at him, and then laughed, waiting for him to look away...After he looks away from her, she goes in for revenge. Sneaking up on him, she gets up right behind him. When he picks up his head to look over again she wraps her arms around him tightly, hugging him from behind.

"Thought I wouldn't get revenge would ya!?"

 

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Roll ID: ID# 68840

LD: 14

Alisa smiled, slipping on the warm coat while listening to Rin talk. Ah, it was surely a very warm cloak made by a very nice person. With a gesture, Alisa turned towards the forest, staring out at it. "Well, lets get moving then?" she half asks half states, taking a few steps forward, waiting on Rin to follow her. Her goal was to find a ton of materials today while getting to know Rin.

The material situation was obvious. She had two left that were in her store, and she needed to be able to craft more food items to train her chef skill. On top of that she could sell her items or feed her friends them. And well, Rin was an interesting character, and Alisa wanted to get to know her a bit better. So, what better way than to mutally help each other and talk at the same time! Win win situation!

Alisa was looking around in the same bush she had just found a material in. She was sincerely hoping she found find two piles of them in the same bush. And that, would be extremely incredible luck. However, Alisa was no where near that lucky. Perhaps she needed to stop by the Bluebird Workshop to pick up her well, lucky charm. It'd probably be a bunch of help. Oh well, with a light shake of her head, she peaked up to look over at Beatbox. He found ANOTHER material. God, he was so lucky today. With a smile and a roll of her eyes, she went back to searching...

A second later she heard a rustle in the bushes near, and with her spatial sense she knew something was coming for her. She turned instantly, but right as she did hands were on her sides...and...Beatbox was tickling her, again...

But, she was ticklish, incredible ticklish, so she couldn't help but to start laughing out loud.

"Ah~ Beatbox! Staph! I'm ticklish there! And everywhere!"

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Roll ID: 68804

LD: 13

Alisa listened to them talk, but she eyed the pizza rather hungrily. She wanted to get into it, however she would at least have to answer the others questions first, and mind her manners...Wait, she didn't have manners. Oh well.

With a light smile, she started to respond.

"I...erm...I really knew nothing about this game or how to play MMO's before. So, I had drifted for a long time, barely any food, no shelter or housing. One faithful day Itzal found me, and I guess I was so down he had to say something to me. After a bit he agreed to mentor me for a while, and I have seriously improved. You should have seen the first time I fought a boar. Nearly died. It was...an experience."

She laughed lightly. "On top of that, I showed interest in being a scout, so Itzal has trained me in the ways of moving around these maps and blending into the background, so I can help the future parties scout out boss rooms. He's taught me a lot, and I'd probably be dead without him."

With a smile she picked up a slice of pizza and bit into it.

 

Alisa smiled and nodded at Rin, Yes! Her name was Alisa! And they did meet with Itzal!...She had the perfect opportunity to make a rather sarcastic comment, however Alisa kept that to herself to spare any bad feelings. She shivered again, but was enjoying it whole-heartedly.

She giggled again, yes, when she had saw Rin last she was close to continually passing out. It was kind of shocking, but at least she was doing much better now.

After a few seconds Rin handed her a large fur cloak, probably because she was shivering. Whilst she normally would have not taken it, and would have rather have endured the cold, the cloak was rather well made. And it looked great! With a large smile she took it putting it on.

"Woah this really good! Did you make this? It feels great, and looks great!" she said exuberantly.

"And uh, whenever you are ready we can just accept the quest from the menu and go out into the forest. Won't take long. Perhaps we could even get to see how beautiful this floor looks like at nighttime!"

Alisa peaked her head over the bush she was working at after the animal took her free materials. With a chuckle she listened to Beatbox complain. He was taking this rather badly, even though he had already found more than her. With a roll of her eyes she got back to work, before she heard a light noise from him. Looking up she started to laugh as he got another material. "Beatbox, next say I won't get a material so I can get some okay? You seem to get whatever the opposite of what you say. It's pretty great."

She giggled lightly then continued to look around. Perhaps there was a better way to find materials? Or maybe she should just get a lot of stuff that helped her get more materials...

'Actually, that made sense...' she thought to herself, 'I could just get all the buffs I could, then go and get tons upon tons of materials! Maybe even the rumored god material that counts as a thousand...though...that was probably a false rumor that I paid for....oh well..'

With a light chuckle she moved a bush, hoping for the best.

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Roll ID: ID# 68686

LD: 19

+4 Materials

Alisa grinned, it was go time, and time to start pushing the boar back. Stepping back away from the boar, she watches it start to bleed out again as Domarus crushes it with his battle-axe. This was actually not going the worst? Could be a lot well...worse. Quickly shaking her head, she watched her energy meter deplete. The more she missed the more it went down. She needed to score a good critical hit on this beast to actually do some good damage to it. And fast to get all the rewards from it. Only eight energy left...

With a shake of her head, she leans herself forward, her Rapier above the right shoulder, held back ready for a charge and lunge. With a quick and sudden movement she rushed the boar down. However her efforts were in vain as the roller screw her over her skill was lacking, and such a fast paced moved took more training than she had. She lost her footing and fell down in front of the boar. It could barely do damage to her, but it dropped her energy more and left her confidence rather lacking...

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Roll ID: ID# 68685

BD: 1

Alisa: 197/200

Energy: 6/20

Alisa looked at Beatbox whilst he complained with a stern frown on her face. Though, after a few seconds he turned and instantly found a material, causing her to burst out in laughter. She grinned widely at him, then gave him a sarcastic clap. "Thats one to zero in Beatbox's favor, and the crowd goes WILD!" she giggled rather childishly then dashed off to find more materials. Maybe this area had mostly been picked cleaned from other areas. Oh well, perhaps she would find some now.

And there it was, a material, a shiny green herb peaking through the layer of snow. Excitedly Alisa went to grab it, but as she did there was a mew of an animal and the moving of snow. In a flash an animal grabbed the herb and ran off with it, and Alisa's materials...

"B-But that was my material..." she pouted lightly, it was a sarcastic pout, but still.

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Roll ID: ID# 68586

LD: 13