Corvo

Crack! Clang! Crash! The dense bony chitin had gone from malleable to immovable as the creature reconfigured itself time and again. Corvo's blade sparked and slid across the surface like grinding against a whetstone rather than richocheting off as it had during previous iterations. The creature showed no signs of slowing, and it's growth showed no signs of abating. It had gone from milipede to wurm in the proper sense, a charnelhouse of corpses and insect viscera ironically swatting at him like a gnat. Albeit, a gnat that did not simply evade and buzz annoyingly. Corvo could fe

So - does that make me an asshole? "Dunno," he gave half of a shrug. "That's what they call me, so- maybe?" Good thing I like assholes. most the time they're honest at least. "Me too. They don't taste great, but- yeah, they don't tell many lies, either." He'd taken mostly to watching her movements, the way her Sword Arts savagely ripped apart the mobs without much effort. She had spent a considerable amount of time honing these abilities, and he'd only seen what a few people could do in passing. Until now, he hadn't had an opportunity to really gauge what an actual Frontlin

He watched quietly, neutrality writ upon his face. Those violent eyes followed her as she moved, and he registered the somberness of her words even as she painted them lively for him. To her credit, the things she was saying were... hard to embellish in a positive light. Yeah, I get it. They're all doing it, and you're buyin' in because its the status quo. You don't have to tell me twice. "Sounds like a fuckin' bunch of winners," he sneered. What was he to expect, though? A bunch of NEET losers and Hikkikomori who probably forgot to bathe for weeks on end playing Armchair General and lording o

Can't imagine someone like you is used to anyone saying they missed you. "Ain't wrong about that," he shrugged, taking yet another hit. He was going through that cigarette like a runner guzzling down water during a marathon. "But we already established I'm a lonely fuck, you don't get any points for creativity." Her words were scathing, but Corvo hardly seemed offended. There was nothing at this point that could make him feel bad about not having any friends, or failing to make an attempt to bond with anyone. Other people were a liability here. Feelings blurred things, the possibilit

"Yeah? Prison, huh?" he drawled, nostrils flaring as his face contorted with a mix of disgust and disapproval. "Can't imagine what that's like." He gestured vaguely toward the whole of Aincrad around them, a faint reminder that they were all imprisoned. "Doubling down, were ya? Didn't really feel the vibe, needed some redundancy?" At the mention of a conjugal visit, he bristled a bit. After everything, she wanted to use the prospect of a sexual encounter to lighten the mood? Well, that d20 roll turned up a 1. Corvo shook his head, inhaled deeply through his nose, and snorted. This is

"The fuck was that." The party had been a trainwreck for Corvo, and he'd hated the idea of going to begin with. Between the uncouth woman who lacked any basis of decorum and the railroading he got for chewing her out, his mood had stayed foul for the remainder of the function. Being talked down to always made him feel nasty, and as much as he wanted to pop Oscar in the jaw, he severely doubted that would have gone over well. And he had crashed the dude's party, so he would have been out of line anyway. "Fuck that guy," he muttered, albeit without any real hate burning behind th

CRACK The bones splintered again as the axe- massive in contrast to the lithe and toned man swinging it- stood in defiance of the hulking creature that seemed hellbent on coming back every time he managed to put it down. Unlike the other monstrosities besieging the fortifications, this amalgamation had zeroed in on Corvo and continued to come at him, just as relentless as he was. He wasn't breathing heavily, but he was drenched in sweat, gore, and stank of death. Somehow, the Crow failed to notice. It was as though he were accustomed to the rank ichor already, transcending his own c

He was initially looking for Mari, but that ended all too quickly. There was enough going on without the redhead to exacerbate anything. Yue Hua did not seem particularly thrilled with his greeting, and took to calling him Cowboy- a strange stylistic decision, but likely attributed to his Southern drawl. I didn’t know you liked parties. "Yeah, nah, unsurprisingly- not my thing." Seat’s free at our guild’s table, if you want. "Well, that'd be the first time I ever got asked to join a party rather than leave one." I could tell them you’re my plus one. Oh, I

Mari: Long time no talk, buttercup. Wasn't able to reach out Mari: So... party on the beach, Floor 24. I know it's not really your thing, but... Mari: Free food? Women in Bikinis? Honestly? He'd heard worse sales pitches. Given that he didn't have much in the way of food, couldn't cook for himself because in this world, that was relegated to a profession he didn't have; and because col was a precious resource at generally low level, Corvo wasn't really in a situation where he could just say no to an offer of free food. He didn't want to go to a party-

"You'd be surprised how many people forgot," he snorted. Aincrad had claimed many lives since the server went live. Disturbed by direct losses, many others followed, whether with their lives or their sanity. The Castle had become a madhouse, rife with Players taking leave of their wits, forgetting what life outside was like, becoming trapped in the lull between boss fights. Succumbing to Stockholm Syndrome, they were twisted into shells, filled with delusions, and given a mock up of reality to roleplay a shadow of reality. She had to have seen that. Hell, maybe she was seeing some form of

"Disgusting." His blade came down again, carving a swathe through the shambling corpse. In a blasphemous display of unlife, the creatures crashed against Players like a tide, falling back only to teem again and threaten to swallow anyone who did not stand fast. The others were working together, heartening one another, shoring up defenses, protecting the meek- a display of valor that showcased the brighter parts of human nature in the midst of overwhelming darkness. Corvo remained unimpressed. The massive weapon swung with his entire body weight behind it sent the upper portion of se

She was a most interesting being, to say the least. Wordplay like a fencer's own wit, quick to cut straight to the point. Corvo could tell that she was a goal-oriented individual, the kind of girl that in studious and career decisions would have won his parents over. The kind of person he was expected to be, when the chips were on the table. That was boring in its own way. Indulgence was what drove him, the derivative functions of reality that made it tolerable were his drug. Well- one of his many drugs. He watched her back off and a quiet sigh escaped his slightly parted lips. "Everyone's in

TricolorMina & Katoka v. Pollux & Koga - 6:00 PM "That's the way, short stack!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, unmindful of the crowd of eyes that shifted back toward him balefully. He cupped both hands around his mouth, one foot planting eagerly on the back of the seat in front of him like an anchor. The patron seated there did not like it, and swatted at the red-eyed menace to extricate the boot from the back of his head. Corvo kicked him. "Oi, fuck off, this is a labor of love, y'know," he growled at the annoyance. "Or at least, I'm tryin' to gas someone up. Ain't no diffe

"Where's the fun in that?" he smirked playfully as she peeled away and made some distance from him. That was to be expected; as there were few and far between people who were comfortable in that situation, and not many of them were in Aincrad with him. It was a great way to get an accurate read on others, though- especially the sort of people who were just playing at confidence, rather than actually being completely sure of themselves. Corvo's was a domineering presence when compared with the majority of Players he'd met. Even if they were at an advantage in terms of level and skill in the gam

He slid closer to her, standing directly behind the woman as she conferred with Giovanna about compasses and what to do about the quest. When she spun back around, she was face to face-- well, actually, it would've been chest to face for her, since she was a bit shorter than he was. Which he wasn't used to, because he wasn't incredibly tall back home. "Well, Yue Hua," he said, repeating her name. It was an interesting name, not like anything he'd heard before. "I'm Corvo. I hope that you don't mind the closeness." Corvo leaned down closer to inspect her face more closely, then determined