Hidden

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Hidden | White Silence "Troubled and branded in orange, the girl has what seems to be a past on her tail as a shadow does." <Hidden> [ ♫ ] Blueberry "I do want to cook. I want to learn to make the tasty treats that only top-tier chefs can make. I can eat them when they are made from any other chef, but the dessert's flavor is limited to the chef's creativity!" <Blueberry> Morgenstern '"We are training for what we can become, not what we are." <Morgenstern>

"What mistake have you made?" Was all the response there was. A deep breath was exhaled as he instantly became fed up with the man. "The only mistake that's been made... is you walking in here and trying to demanding things from me. I'm really not trying to dirty the house meaning i'm willing to let you leave alive." He felt his serpent go rigid for a moment, something that he hadn't ever witnessed before. Something was happening, though he wasn't worried. The Black Serpent couldn't be killed, only contained. It was able to consume the life directly of any living thing. "Mistakes, yo

The door to his cabin creaked as he stepped through. A sigh escaped his lips as he felt relieved in his home. He could take a load off and relax... But something was off. There was a different feel to the air. Instead of its normal humble feel there was a hostility to the air. Danger was brewing. A glint caught his eyes and he turned finding a red-coated player finding comfort at his table. His heart skipped a beat. What was he doing here? Who was he? It didn't matter. "Ah hello. I see you've made yourself comfortable. Apologies, but I don't think we have had the pleasure of meeting

A flash of light emitted from the teleport gate as he stumbled into the twenty-first floor. Risque took a moment before resuming a gentleman's posture. Things hadn't gone as planned; however, that didn't mean the game was lost. Perhaps this was fate. Hidden wasn't ripe for the picking yet and he had simply been rushing her. As much information as he had purchased over her, it was surprising to have failed. Though, it had become increasingly hard to find the information he wanted on her. It was as if she had vanished from even the shadow world of Aincrad. Info Brokers knew nothing more and with

A moment of silence ensued as she sulked in her defeat. It had been a three on one fight, how had they managed to let him get away? He had been strong, but his confidence had become his undoing. She opened her eyes, looking down at her hands. One still clutched the recording crystal that Setsuna had given her. Hidden sighed, standing. She barely was taller than Setsuna, but her eyes cast down at the child as she handed her the crystal. "Thanks I guess for the assist..." Her voice trailed off in the end. Her eyes fell away from Setsuna. She was uneasy in endangering Setsuna. Her promise could h

"On the contrary, dear, I am no broker." Hidden revealed no emotion to this, but she understood what the woman had meant. She was a buyer of info, but had no intent of selling. She was just someone who liked to stick her nose in others business. Simmone was simply someone who knew her because she bought the information about her. Despite purchasing this information, she had no intention of being useful at all. 'I'm not too sure I like her... at all.' The way I see it, is Raidou, the APD's interest in you, this glutton seeking you out and attacking you, before dying. Setsuna is proo

The white-haired girl glossed over Simmone's words which seemed to be almost cryptic to her. In fact, instead of actually helping come up with any answers the woman just seemed to make the questions ever more complicated. She frowned before speaking her mind. "I find it really annoying that you seem far more able to ask more questions than you can answer. Didn't you say you were some form of info broker?" An annoyed sigh escaped her lips. "I think you even might be worse than Raidou with it." She slumped in her chair her nature opposing the pristine and laminated posture of Simmone

The Gourmet stood confidently overlooking his feast. He just needed to wait for the second one to come to him. Of the three of them, she was the wolf. The one that would wait until the prime moment to pounce on its prey. Assassin was low enough level that she was the low-tier threat. However, her presence still proved to be a nuisance. Setsuna stood, leaving Hidden and vanishing. A hungry grin rested onto his mouth. He had the health pool and restoratives to take the hit. If there was anything he knew about these women, it was that they never attacked head on. They always attempted to back sta

"Your deal, so you have a deal with him then?" A small smile formed on her face. If there was anything that bothered an information dealer, it was not knowing. "Oh so you don't know then? We've been affiliated for a while now. I guess he keeps his cards close even with you all." Raidou was the quiet type, someone she might have found herself being acquaintances with in the real world. As someone who had been bullied in school, it was easy to connect with others like that. Of course, she hadn't in fear that befriending them would get her targeted even more. "He's also a name you hea

The doors closed to Simmone's private quarters within The Black Odyssey, leaving the two at each other's mercy. A puff of smoke wafted into the air from a drag of a cigarette, before Simmone assured her that no one could hear her anymore. As soon as that crossed the table, the woman's words began to hold more weight. "Hidden, your quite the talk of the towns, you know. That secret will remain safe with me, I do not sell words but buy them." A fake chuckle escaped the silver-haired girl's lips before she sarcastically mentioned, "Funny huh? Its almost like attention is what I don't want.

The doors closed to Simmone's private quarters within The Black Odyssey, leaving the two at each other's mercy. A puff of smoke wafted into the air from a drag of a cigarette, before Simmone assured her that no one could hear her anymore. As soon as that crossed the table, the woman's words began to hold more weight. "Hidden, your quite the talk of the towns, you know. That secret will remain safe with me, I do not sell words but buy them." A fake chuckle escaped the silver-haired girl's lips before she sarcastically mentioned, "Funny huh? Its almost like attention is what I don't want.

Hidden found it rather odd that the merchant seemed to wish to speak with her in private. What was there for the woman to gain out of a conversation with her. She steps forward into the woman's chamber, a wary expression worn on her face. "That price is fine." Hidden assured the raven-haired merchant. The way she made her words out had been strange. This woman herself... was strange. "You mentioned the cost to the system, is that the same as the cost to me? You don't seem like one who would market things at the systems price. You are a part of Firm Anima, your guild squeezes the system

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A feverish feeling over her body as the snake's paralytic venom seeped into her body through its punctures. She fell to her knees as Risque pulled his weapon from her chest, his words signifying his anger. HIs words meant nothing to her. An attack like that might have been the end for Ayame. The ear-splitting ringing caused by the recording crystal began to fade, but her body remained hot and immobile. That was until Setsuna began to charge her instead. 'She's going to attack me now? She hates me that much? She would risk herself just to end me?' However, instead of reaching out fo

Her other self stepped beside her, conjuring more of the mist until not even the original could see through it. Her double continued to threaten Risque even through the mist until she decided to turn and whisper to her. "Cut him down, the monster doesn't deserve to live... And Raidou sends his regards." Hidden's eyes widened at the final words the woman spoke as the terrifying reality came to light. 'Setsuna... the tailor girl in Firm Anima.' The two had never gotten along, so why was she here now? Why was she here when she wasn't supposed to be. "You can't be here." H

An unknown voice spoke from the mists, capturing Hidden's attention. This unknown variant had tampered with the battle. While she hadn't caught it, she noticed the blur that struck at Risque's back and distracted him for her to get her attack in. For the moment, the entity had turned the tide in her favor. However, this unknown factor wasn't to be trusted. She knew not who it was. Ayame had remained chained down so she was not the culprit. The entity's voice spoke, slow and softly. The voice was almost unheard by her. "I'm just not playing any games, you are part of Firm Anima. Whi

The two players now stood face to face. While Risque's face displayed glee, Hidden's hatred was almost enough to deal physical damage. "Don't look at me that way, dear. An expression like that doesn't match your pretty little face." A yellow-light emitted from his blade, brightening the room that had been darkened by Hidden's mood alone. Charging forward, at alarming speeds he began to strike. Hidden weaved through the attacks, Risque's sword making no direct hit. While his attacks were fast, her speed was equal to that of his. "You can't dodge forever, soon I'll get lucky!" he said with

Stepping through the Stone Gate and wooden doors, she would find herself in an odd shop. While she had abandoned her crafting profession, merchants were definitely useful in some cases. She had been carrying a Demonic Item around for sometime and had needed to get it appraised. The white-haired woman, adorned in black, stepped forward, noting the two Yellow-cursored people who were attending to the door. 'NPCs? Interesting choice.' The scenery of the shop made her question if she was instead in a Tailor's shop instead of a merchants. "Umm... hello. I was wondering if you could appr

Risque was somewhat pleased with the child as she reacted with anger instead of fear. Perhaps Hidden had rubbed off on her a bit. A smile came to his face. Perhaps after Hidden had expired her use, this little girl would rise to take revenge on him. The child's snarl would surprise him, especially when it was met with saliva that sprayed his face. He sighed, an annoyed feeling sweeping over him. "I suppose I earned that." He stepped away, wiping the spit from his face. Turning his attention to those he hired to capture the girl, he would open his inventory and send them a hefty sum of mo

Their mission had turned out to be rather fruitful. While the two knew not where their comrades had ended up, they successfully managed to acquire the as requested by their client. It wasn't their business as to why their client wanted them to capture a small child, as long as the child bore them profit in the end. Upon reaching their destination, they tossed the child onto the ground at the feet of their client. The location to this drop-off remained a bit strange as well, an out of the way rundown building on the thirteenth floor. The settlement was at least a good ten-minute run away.

As her paralysis expired, the white-haired woman stood from her downed position. Ignoring her sopping wet clothes, she directed her focus to her friends list. Violently scrolling through the three people listed, she selected Ayame's username. The girl's location was displayed, quickly tearing through the twenty-second floor until it vanished at the teleport gate. It would then reappear at the thirteenth floor. She closed the menu, her fists clenching. She stood there for a moment, her heavy breathing becoming faster and faster. Until she let her emotions out all at once. A bloodcurdling

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