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  1. Skill(s) Being Dropped: First Aid (Rank 1) Mod(s) Being Dropped: None SP Refunded: 5 Cost: 5,000 Col
  2. Alright, alright, alright! It was time. He'd scaled the mountain, gotten his stripes from the old master, and now he was ready. His fist fungus? Potent. His muscles? Rippling. The boulder? Unfazed -- but with any luck, that would be changing soon. Gambit pulled the wraps tight around his palms as he approached the intimidating rock. Adjusting his floppy black cap, the goofy looking boy regarded his task with a large, white grin. Before the sun went down, Gambit was going to split this rock in two! And that, he knew, would be a monumental testament to how far he's come, conside
  3. "Oh, golly gee golly gosh! My Toxic Venom is ready!" He was already standing in the shop. There really wasn't any reason for him to announce his presence any more than he already had, considering the extravagant way he'd entered the building in the first place. Gambit sauntered over to his prepared package with the enthusiasm of an excited child. It even had a ribbon and everything! It didn't. There it was, in all its glory: his Toxic Venom and Healing Salves! Ah, but what were their names? "Fist Fungus!" Gambit laughed, "Oh, oh, that's pretty good!!" "And... Healing Ru
  4. Hopeless. Utterly hopeless. How was he supposed to level up like this, anyway? All these quests were dangerous - and they were all the same, too. Go here, find this, kill that. Get a reward. Yip-yip-hurray, you're another level higher. Yay. They were all so goddamn boring! Where was all of the variety? The quests without some sort of world-ending boss monster lurking around the corner? The people that made these washed up missions were all burnt out nobodies, it was the truth. Gambit practically pouted. Standing alone in front of this massive bulletin board of requests, the b
  5. And then he stopped thinking, because his intense smolder had attracted the attention of the shambling circus freak. Before Gambit could come to terms with just what he was willing to trade for this elusive trinket (he was supposed to be saving that for someone special), a lazy swipe from the hash slinging slasher brought him back to his sense. "AH!" Practically cartwheeling away from it as if gymnastics would save him, Gambit would retreat to his safe space behind the purple-haired warrior. As long as he was behind the big ass scythe she liked to swing around like the most lethal pool n
  6. It did come as a bit of a surprise when Arabelle told him that she would not be getting him that trinket for free. "A price?" Gambit asked. He wasn't really used to seeing pricetags on anything, even though the currency of the game probably wasn't equivalent to yen in Japan. Still, his wallet was empty, and if Arabelle wanted money then she was going to be sore out of luck. A part of him told him to keep his mouth shut about it, but that felt too much like he'd be cheating her out of her expectations. So instead, he was honest. Until she went on to say that she wasn't interested in
  7. "Th-thank you! I'll stand behind you!" A normal person might have been embarrased by so easily accepting protection from a girl who was way smaller than him. But Gambit was by no means a normal person, and these were by no means normal cirumcstances. To top it off, he didn't really understand the whole man-woman dynamic thing. Everyone was pretty much the same to Gambit, as far as gender went. People were people. It was good that he was making progress, even if he had to rely on other people to help. He was going his own way - and, step by step, he was getting closer and closer to achiev
  8. Gambit could hardly contain his laughter after seeing the look on Arabelle's face. For all his investigatory work, he couldn't figure out why this item was still here, or what its use was. So it was useless. Palming the creamy giblet in one hand, Gambit hurled the succulent rot over his shoulder, where it probably exploded into a smear or something behind him. Sooner than he'd expected, the two would arrive at the concession stand. In the midst of all the fighting, Gambit had half-forgotten it had even existed. He frowned as he looked it over. Unfortunately for him, Gambit hadn't bought
  9. Schlap. The gooey bit of zombie flesh landed on his chest with a slight thwapping sound, where it stuck to his armor, slowly sliding down the metal plates. Gambit seemed, at first, confused by Arabelle's reaction and also completely enamored by the squishy chunk of rotten flesh. He peeled the item off his torso, pinching it between two fingers. The meat seemed to drip some sort of unidentifiable liquid... and it smelled absolutely horrible, like rotten eggs and fish. Gambit brought his hand to his chin, squinting, deep in thought. He turned the flesh around to give it a good look ov
  10. "Almost too convenient," Gambit admitted, his sheepish smile betraying his play-it-cool act he'd been working on maintaining. He was not at all used to talking to people, let alone being alone with them. However, Gambit had a general air of kindness around him that was easy to mistake for extroversion. Shy and outspoken; a healthy mixture of two parallels. Gambit rushed forward, reaching for the girl's shoulder. But he stopped, pulling back his hand like he was flinching. Then he pushed forward again, only to stop once more. "You've, uh. Got zombie giblets. On your shoulder." He wasn't t
  11. "Potion Seller," Gambit proclaimed, striding confidently into Ded Wrath & Beyond, "I am going into battle and I require only your finest potions." What's with the name of this place, anyway? Sounds pretty spooky for a place that sells... herbs and stuff. It looked super cozy for such an ominous sounding store, too! There were like, candles and stuff. Yeah, that's the stuff. Filling out the forms he was provided with, Gambit let out a small, nervous laugh. "I, uh... I get beat up a lot. So I need to have stuff that like... uh. Keeps me from not being alive. You dig?" Gambit woul
  12. Gambit was surprised she wasn't getting antsy after downing what felt like an entire ocean's worth of energy drinks. Yes, he was still on the energy drinks. It was seriously baffling - but, of course, it was times like these that Gambit somehow managed to forget that this wasn't at all like their world. You didn't truly get hungry or thirsty in the game - the feelings were simulated, and, by technicality, that meant you couldn't get full either. You could inhale as much crap as you felt like with no negligible side effects. In fact, from what Gambit heard, that's actually how the Frontliners p
  13. Only hit the ones that looked half dead? Easily enough! Wait, no. They all looked more than half dead. Arabelle quickly clarified, but Gambit had already pieced together her meaning. As the scythe girl went to work, Gambit was looking out for the straggler; the one that held onto dear life - or whatever it is they had that was similar to it, as far as zombie mobs went - for no reason. Gambit kind of felt sorry for them, in a way. But he felt sad for most mobs. They were literally created to die, and though he knew that they didn't have any emotion or any sort of thinking like him, it was the h
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