Kirbs

Everything happened in a blur.

Red, everything was still red.

Why was it going away? She wanted it to go away!

I can’t move. 

“Y-you damn bastard. Couldn’t have let me finish the damn job, huh?” She choked out, her fingers twitching slightly. God, it sucked to be bloody stunned like this. 

“She deserves it,” the redhead whispered under her breath quickly as she stared up at Bahr with defiant eyes. “She deserves everything that’s about to bloody come to her!” She screamed, the corners of her mouth twitching as her eyes glanced over to that [female dog]. 

“I was so close. So damn close...” she muttered, her eyes looking at the ground in utter disgust. “I would be so much happier. Happier, happier, happier.” 

She looked up at Bahr and let out heavy breaths. “You has to [no no word] it up, huh?! You bastard! I was so damn close! Scumbags like her deserve to be wiped off the face of Earth and Aincrad. Just let me bloody kill her!”

Kirbs grabbed her collar and pulled her closer. 

"Do you mind bloody repeating that, you filthy trash?" She seethed, tossing her back on to the ground as she stood up straighter.

Red, red, red. Why is everything red?

Her fingers twitched around the shaft of her spear as she gazed down at the blonde. So many things were going through her damn head, and she wanted it gone, gone, gone!

Scum. She belongs where all the rest of the trash is. She shouldn't be living. She should be dead. Dead. Dead. Dead like how he should be. They should both be bloody dead. The world would be better without them. 

"I bloody hate you," she murmured, her spear glowing a bright red as she charged up one of her sword arts. "Scums like you don't deserve to live," she whispered lowly as she raised her spear, ready to deliver the killing blow.

She didn't regret anything.

ID: 122698

BD: 6-3+3=6, Success

14x14= 196-48= 148 DMG

Bahr: HP: 532/680 | EN: 66/66 | DMG: 15 | MIT: 48 | ACC: 3 | EVA: 3

"Weak?" She echoed, crouching down so she could look at that damn face more clearly. She tilted her head down as her dull eyes bore into Kityuisa's.

"I'm the one who's winning here, sweetie." 

She slowly stood up as she kicked her away again. "If I'm weak, what does that make you, huh?"

Another kick. 

"If I'm so damn weak, what does that bloody make you, huh?!"

Another one. 

She was fed up with talking, This [female dog] was snipping away at her nerves. She couldn't even think straight, anymore. Everything was red to her. Red. Red. Red. She could only see red. 

Kirbs kicked her into the air one last time. Everything seemed to go in slow motion as she delivered the same range of attacks over and over again. Once she was satisfied, she slammed her back down into the grassy flooring. 

The redhead landed softly as she stared at Kityuisa with no hint of remorse.

"Disgusting."

Kirbs' eyes immediately widened when she felt a dagger dig into her skin. "You crazy [female dog]," she growled, immediately round housing Kityuisa away from her.

"I was right," she muttered darkly as she equipped her spear, Scarfy already travelling quickly darn her arm and ready for combat. "You're just like that damn scumbag, aren't you?" 

She charged in after the blonde, both hands gripping her spear tighter than she's ever had. Her body whirled as she delivered stab after stab into the player. 

She deserves nothing. Not my damn friendship, not my damn mercy. She deserves nothing for what's she's done.

Her spear jabbed into the girl's torso one last time, activating her paralyze just before she withdrew it. All the pent up anger she had built up was being released into this fight, and she liked it. The redhead kicked Kityuisa even farther back, her left leaving Rose Thorn's briefly as she walked over to the paralyzed player. 

Looking down at her brittle form, she uttered four small words;

"You make it sick."

Kirbs tilted her head as she burst into a fit of cackles. 

"Understanding? You're accusing me of not being understanding?" She let out another shrill laugh as she gripped her hands tighter.

"You went to that murderer. It's bloody pathetic," she spat, narrowing her eyes as the blonde. "The fact that I used to consider myself your friend is downright disgusting on my part." 

"You knew! You knew he was a damn murderer and you still go to him like he's your damn friend?" She asked, the corners of her mouth twitching as her hands loosened and flopped down to her sides as she stepped just a tad bit closer to her. 

"The fact that you had to go to a damn PKer for 'help' is disgraceful," she hissed, her hands balling into fists once again as she stared daggers at the other player.

"In the end, you're just as a low-life as that scumbag is."

Kirbs sat on a fallen tree, her elbows propped up against her knees as she tapped her fingers impatiently in front of her face.

Too long.

She had waited too long to do this quest. She had tried to do this quest with Kataware a very long time ago. 

Her fingers twitched. Someone was coming. 

Her head turned to the source. Ah, great. Another person who thought they could change her. "Ah, hello," she mumbled, turning her head back to the clearing. Maybe familiar faces weren't always a good thing after all. She yawned and tapped her heels against the ground. Life was just... dandy.

Too much has happened in the span of so little time. 

Too much. She looked closely at the palms of her hands. Were these the hands of a murderer? She could never forget the feeling of having an orange crystal hanging over her head. It was disgusting. It was revolting. The very thought of being classed with those murderers made her want to hurl.

ID: 122687

CD: 10, +4 EN

45/56 EN

The iron knight didn't make any sound as she ripped it in one clean slash. It just stared at her with a blank expression before it burst into pixels in the air. 

Kirbs looked at the small red gash on her arm. When did she get hurt by it? 

Her crimson eyes bore into the mesmerizing pattern. It was... pretty. Her thoughts snapped back to her as the wound closed up. Ah, right. Out of combat healing. 

560/560: All HP Regained 

PLACEHOLDER

Day 48:

Not here, not here, not here. Not. Here.

She was going crazy. Every time. Every damn time she looked at the frekin' dark, all she could see was Bell's screaming face. 

Her breath hitched in her throat as she stared into the pitch black abyss. Why couldn't she look away? Look away, look away, look away! Why? Why?! 

His mouth was moving. She couldn't hear anything anymore. Everything was silent. Why was it so silent? 

"Please, go away!" She screamed, clutching her spear close to her head. "I can't stand it anymore. I don't know what to do!"

Clang.

Metal? She looked up. Bell?

No. 

It was some sort of metal mob, probably pertaining to the quest she was doing. She let out a shrill laugh as she jumped up from her place, dashing at it with such velocity, it was almost a blur. She swung her spear at the knight, slicing it right in half.

ID: 122671

BD: 5+3=8, Success

CD: 12=4 EN

16x6=80

72-80= 0 HP

Kirbs: HP: 548/560 | EN: 56/56 | 16 DMG | 3 ACC | 2 PAR | 1 BLEED | 4 REC | 23 MIT -12 HP [THORNS]

Kirbs sniffed, not really sure if she should take on that offer not. I mean, she was all down for gathering materials and stuff, but did she really want to hang around Oscar and this random chick for the next hour or something? 

"I guess," she mumbled, shrugging. Maybe he wouldn't be such a pain in the arse if she just stayed quiet or something-- but for that to happen... he'd have to probably stop poking at her, and she didn't really have enough time to figure out of he would again or not. 

"I'm alright when it comes to gathering. No one ever really comes to my shop nowadays so I just kind of gather when I have nothing to do anymore," the redhead murmured, a frown etching on her face. Damn, it was kind of pointless being the only artisan. No one ever wants any trinkets or jewelry, so that kind of sucks a whole lot of arse.

ID: 122666

LD: 15+3= 18, +2 Mats

Total Materials: 3

Her fingers twitched. 

"Yeah," She murmured. Could they take it on for sure, but she wasn't sure if she would be able to protect Oscar. She was definitely not going to let Athena get in on this mob, considering that this thing has an AOE attack, too.

She had done enough calculations for this boss already. If she were to hit every time, she should be able to kill it in two swoops, maybe even sooner if Oscar can pull anything off. 

"You're staying out of this fight," she said, turning her attention to Athena. "No questions. You're out." Her eyes briefly narrowed at the girl before turning to Oscar. 

"And you, you let me take the hits. This boss ignores a lot of enhancements, so just let me take the hits unless we need to switch."

Honestly, if she couldn't take the hits for this one mob, then she shouldn't be frekin' living.

Kirbs gave him a side glance and shrugged her shoulders. "Alright... see you later? Or not, maybe that one is for the best," she murmured as she gave him a small wave and continued back to town with the NPC.

It was actually quite loud when they entered the tavern. "Ah, well, go have fun," she said sheepishly, pushing the NPC towards his brother. 

She kind of blanked out after a few seconds but she couldn't help but unconsciously smile when she saw them reunite. So happy. She wished her brothers were here... but that would be selfish on her part. 

"Thank you!" She snapped back to reality when she saw Ali in front of her. 

"O-h. It's not a problem, really-" She cut herself off when he handed her a hefty stack of Col. "Oh damn," she mumbled, hesitantly taking it. "Thanks?" She said, asking it more like a question, but the two brothers were already leaving the tavern before she could really say anything else. 

SUMMARY:

Kirbs:

15,200 Col

3 SP

Pinball

15,200 Col

3 SP

Kirbs sighed in relief as the last bee minion fell. Crud, there was going to have to be a few more before the Queen would come out. That was utter horse bull[doo doo]. 

Her eyes trailed over to Vigilon's health bar. The redhead whistled lowly as she turned the other direction. Yeah, he should probably heal up just a tad bit before they start fighting once again. 

"Okie dokie," she yawned, plopping herself on to the ground and sitting with crossed legs. She felt like one giant wasp thing was too much for her and now she had to fight tiny bees and an even bigger wasp? That's bloody ridiculous. 

She stretched her arms and let out a small yawn. God, was she freakin' tired. Her sleep schedule was bloody everywhere, she wasn't even organized with her day anymore, it was always either eat, sleep, fight some random mobs or do some kind of bloody quest. So boring.

ID: 122654

CD: 5, No EN

40/56 EN

Keep it together. Keep it together. 

Well, it was pretty damn hard keeping it together. A shrill chuckle emitted from her as she kicked around a few gemstones on the ground. Why was she here? Did she want to die? Did she know listen to her damn warning the last time they met? Her name was revolting in her head.

 Get out, get out, get out! 

Her act was supposed to be flawless, and then this [female dog] had to come in and [no-no word] it all up. Flawless. It was supposed to be unbreakable. Weeks and weeks of building it up for it to crumble down beneath her feet because of some stupid blonde. 

Her eyes followed the NPC girl as she left the area. Who was she? Another one of the traitors? Did she talk to the murderer, too? She was going to have to find out who she was, soon. Her dull eyes trailed over to her just as she stole a glance from Kirbs. 

Ah, this will be fun. 

"So," she mused, clasping her hands behind her back as Scarfy peeked one of his slit eyes open in confusion, "how have you been? Have you been meeting anyone, perhaps?"

ID: 122653

LD: 16, +2 Mats

Total Mats: 2

"Sounds fun," she sniffed, letting out a deep sigh right after. She wasn't really that scared of those things, anymore. She's seen enough crap in Aincrad to last her a lifetime. Zombies were really nothing, now. Ghosts were another thing, but it wasn't really the time and place to think about that right now. Well, maybe? They kind of were in a place filled with screaming and you know in those ghosts movies-

"Nada," she sighed, kicking around some loose rocks with her feet as she kept her head down. It wasn't really like she was actually looking for it, anyway. Why was she even here, again? Bah, she didn't want to look up. She was probably going to see his frekin' face. It was complicated.

Yeah, complicated was definitely the right word to describe everything in her life. Definitely. 

She sniffed as she shoved her hands into her pockets roughly. She was bored. Like, really bored. 

Day 47:

Bah, she couldn't do anything. Sure, she could use a weak sword art and try to penetrate the rain minion's mitigation, but she'd do jack. She just needed a few more minutes... just a few more to get some energy back, then she could use a better sword art and bite them back in the arse. This fight was getting terribly boring, too. Like, damn, how long had they even been there for? Seriously!

But it looked like the minions were thinning out, thank God. She looked around her party. Everyone's morale seemed to be terribly iffy, damn it. I mean, she couldn't really blame them, her morale was starting to droop like a dead fly, too. 

"Ah, well, I can't really do anything... Just give me a few more seconds, though!" She added quickly, "I'll be able to hit just a bit harder if you give me a few okay?" 

ID: 122590

CD: 12, +2 EN

[H:3-6-6] Mace: HP 288/300 l EN 3/30 | DMG 4 | MIT 47 | Taunt 1 |
[H:0-3-3] Kirbs: HP: 330/330 | EN: 6/30 | 8 DMG | 14 MIT | 2 ACC | 1 EVA | 2 PAR | 1 Bleed | 2 REC 
[H:0-0-0] Krysta: HP:430/430  EN:17/40 l DMG:  9   MIT:27   Thorns: 28  (paralyze/Bleed on crits)
[H:0-0-0] Kityuisa: HP:116/120  EN:6/12  DMG:5   MIT:23  ACC:3   EVA:1
[H:0-0-0] Dazia: 289/290  EN:5/26  DMG:6  MIT:24  ACC:1  EVA: 1

Kirbs looked at the bee in turmoil. Well shoot. Her throat felt all tight all of a sudden and she couldn't help but cough. Why did she have to be the one to take care of it? Like, sure, she said that she was going to if they couldn't but come on!

Looks like she couldn't really trust people to do some things, either. 

She sighed and charged in after the bee. 

Okay, well, maybe that wasn't such a good idea? She missed... by a hair. The bee had just narrowly buzzed away before her spear could touch the damn black and white fuzz on its body. 

She face palmed herself. Maybe she couldn't trust herself to do [doo doo], too. God, she was pathetic. If she couldn't finish a simple quest mob, what was she good for anymore?

"Stupid. Stupid. Stupid."

She couldn't do anything right. Not anymore, at least.

ID: 122572

BD: 2+3=5, Fail

CD: 10, +4 EN

Her fingers twitched as she looked blankly at the flowerbeds below her feet. They were so pretty, but they felt so devoid of color when she looked at them. When did her world become so black and white? All the pretty hues were gone. Everything was just in monotone now.

Her fingers twitched again. Someone was talking to her. Why?

She slowly turned her head to look at the player. Why were people so interested in speaking nowadays? Was everybody so keen on making friendships now?

Her eyes widened considerably as she saw that damn familiar shade of blonde hair and that damn face she had once trusted. Kityuisa. The name felt so fowl in her mouth. It was bitter and disgusting. The traitor. The person she used to trust.

An almost cynical smile broke out on to her face as she waved back to her. She was going to break soon.

And she didn’t care anymore.

Summary:

Kirbs:

4 SP

200 Col

Macradon:

200 Col

Lightening Rod

1 SP

"Yeah," she muttered, "maybe."

She wasn't really sure if she would really want to see him again, but with her luck, she's bound to probably run into him anyway. Who knows, maybe when she gets all the way to the front lines, she would see him.

But that begs the question; does she even want to join the front lines anymore? I mean, she used to, but what about now? She wanted to get stronger, yeah, but what was she get stronger for? Revenge? Power? The redhead shook her head. She didn't even know what she wanted anymore. She sighed and shook her head again. She needed someone to tell her what to do, because she was so bloody lost now. She didn't know what to think and she didn't know what to do. She felt like such a husk of a person now. Who even was she anymore?

She didn't know.

Kirbs nodded her head and charged after the second bee. She was pretty sure that the two would be able to kill the second bee relatively soon, but if not, she was down to kill it, too, y'know. She was always up for digging her spear into something, that was normal, right?

She activated a sword art and threw all her ferocity at the second bee minion-- which was probably just overkill at this point. 

Her spear jabbed harshly and repeatedly at the bee's abdomen, leaving a bright red grid texture all over the area. With one last force of energy, she dug her spear all the way through the bee's abdomen. "This is for bloody stinging me when I was twelve," she hissed right before the mob exploded into the air. 

God, how many more of these things did they have to kill? Her energy bar didn't go on forever y'know.