Cordelia

"A-ah, alright."

She cocked her head towards the monkey and sweatdropped. "Er-- may you rest in peace, I guess?" She wasn't sure if she was glad or not to be the one putting this monkey out of its misery. . . but okay. A dim light emitted from her katana as she prepared another sword art to finish the poor thing off. 

It really didn't take much more than a poke to completely decimate the thing. She sighed, rubbing the back of her head. "Well, I guess I can cross 'free a flying monkey of its torture' off my bucket list." She puffed and sheathed her sword. 

"Alright, well that's that, I guess," Cordelia mumbled, scratching the back of her head. She never thought a quest could turn out like this. Chaunsey was probably the most characterized quest mob she's ever seen in her life. Now she felt guilty. What would've happened if she let poor Chaunsey go?

ID: 149674
BD: 7, Hit

Shield     [H:4/4/4] - HP: 1765/1770 | EN: 142/168 | DMG: 2 | MIT: 169 | EVA: -1 | ACC: 0 | LD: 5 | BH: 85 | HB: 48 | THN: 99 | ENV: 18/4
Cordelia [H:1/1/2] - HP: 1080/1080 | EN: 53/108 | 22 +3 [1/2] DMG | 0 MIT | 5 ACC | 2 EVA | 1 PARA VNM [DF]| 6 HLY | 2 [36] BRN -14

<<Elite Flying Monkey 1>> HP: 0/220 | DMG 90 (45 min) | MIT 35 
<<Elite Flying Monkey 2>> HP: 0/220 | DMG 90 (45 min) | MIT 35 [-18 ENV 2/4]

<<The Witch>> HP: 0/700 | DMG: 100 DMG (min 50) | MIT: 70 -305

"Ah, you're right. . ." Cordelia tapped the side of her chin before laughing. "Times really were crazy back then." All of the drama had seemed to die down the more she had leveled up, save for a few exceptions. It wasn't really something to be missed but she would kill to do something exciting again. She scratched her cheek as she lifted her head, her eyes fixated on the ceiling as she started to ponder out loud. "Oh gosh, you were still using a katana back then. That's so weird to think about," she exclaimed incredulously. "It's so hard to imagine you without your big ol' battle axe now! Hey, did you know I still have Bloody Howl in my inventory?" She asked, her body heaving back forward, ratting the chair as she grinned at him. "It's been sitting there for a while but I could never find myself selling it or giving it to another person." The ivory-haired player chuckled, curling her hands around the edgy of the chair like a child. "It holds some great memories too. Like that time you beat my ass," she remarked, laughing under her breath. 

"Anyway, that's enough small talk!" Her chair skid away from her as she stood up, pressing one palm against the table while the other gave him a thumbs up. "Let's go beat up another baby dragon!"

Of all things to be in SAO, Cordelia never thought she would actually be in a guild. Not to give that whole edgy angsty teenage vibe cough cough pinball but interacting with a whole lot of people was never really her thing. Never was and probably never will be. 'Course, she's gotten better in the last year or so but there are just some things that can't and probably shouldn't be changed. The Tarot was nice, though. Few people in the guild were actually foreign to her, but the ones that she did know were probably her closest friends. If it were any other guild, she probably wouldn't have even given it a chance.

She didn't know why she was so surprised when there was talk about the Guild Hall. She was pretty sure Bahr was more loaded than she'll ever be, which was pretty ironic now that she thought about it and she was pretty sure that it wasn't just him who payed for the place, but did it matter at the moment? Not really. It had a pretty cool name though, really went well with the whole Tarot vibe; House of Cards. It was more of a surprise that it wasn't something totally and utterly shtewpid. "Knowing" Bahr and all of that. . . a pun of some kind wouldn't be out of the question at all-- maybe it was because of Lessa's influence? Kudos to her!

"Mind if I join, too?" Strands of ivory hair draped over her cheeks as she poked her head into the training room. Oh lawd, how did she even get here? The House of Cards was in no way a giant labyrinth but since when was she ever good with directions? Never. The answer was never. She honest to God would have walked into a volcano if it weren't for the built in-game map. 

"It's been a while since we last talked," Cordelia exclaimed, whipping her head over to Lessa with a curious smile as she took a few steps into the training room. "How have you been?"

Cordelia gave him a crooked grin from over her shoulder. "Of course I do. Who do you take me for?" She quipped enthusiastically. 

Above, the last remaining flying monkey bellowed an ear piercing screech, leaving the girl with a slight ring in her ears. Strangely, a random thought had popped up in her head; Chauncey would be a really good alarm clock! Who needed familiars for stats? Pft, just get yourself a flying monkey and you'll never wake up late again! 

"Heheh. . ." She droned out absentmindedly. "Monkey alarm clock. . ."

Reality (or rather, virtual reality) hit her like a brick to the face as she slowly zoned back into the battle. Seriously, what kind of normal person thinks of monkey alarm clocks in the middle of a fight? 

However, it seemed like the witch's words seemed to get through poor Chauncey, and the flying mammal stopped dead in the air. "Oh come on." The ivory-haired girl whipped her head over to the green hued witch. "Seriously?" she asked, exasperated. The girl gestured out a hand towards the dumb lookin' monkey and deadpanned. "Chauncey here is literally moments away from death! Let the poor monkey rest in peace, woman!" 

She shook her head. How could such a woman let her poor monkey suffer on like that? Distasteful. Before the witch could even reply to Cordelia, the blade of her katana had already been slammed down right on her pointy head. "And that's for flying monkey abuse!"

ID: 146180
BD: 2+5=7, Hit | 15x25=375-70=305

ID: 146181
MD: 3+1=4, Miss

Shield     [H:4/4/4] - HP: 1765/1770 | EN: 142/168 | DMG: 2 | MIT: 169 | EVA: -1 | ACC: 0 | LD: 5 | BH: 85 | HB: 48 | THN: 99 | ENV: 18/4
Cordelia [H:1/1/2] - HP: 1080/1080 | EN: 67/108 | 22 +3 [1/2] DMG | 0 MIT | 5 ACC | 2 EVA | 1 PARA VNM [DF]| 6 HLY | 2 [36] BRN -14

<<Elite Flying Monkey 1>> HP: 0/220 | DMG 90 (45 min) | MIT 35 
<<Elite Flying Monkey 2>> HP: 43/220 | DMG 90 (45 min) | MIT 35 [-18 ENV 2/4]

<<The Witch>> HP: 0/700 | DMG: 100 DMG (min 50) | MIT: 70 -305

Rewards: 

-2 SP [1 thread, 1 sp bonus event]
-200 Col each

She crossed her arms and gave him a light hearted smirk. "Oh, really? Maybe you can go and save my life one day. Who knows?" She mused, shrugging her shoulders.

Cordelia rolled her eyes along with him. "Oh ha-ha. I'm probably the last person you'd want to go to find out how the game works," she muttered, shaking her head. It was honestly a miracle how she was still alive, really. 

She chuckled, crossing her arms over her chest. "Floor one is fine, right by the teleport gate? I live on floor seven but I'd be fine to travel down here," she said, crossing her arms. "So let's just meet up at the teleport gate Saturday morning?" Cordelia asked, tilting her head. 

As the two neared the town's entrance, Cordelia turned to give the man a goodbye. "Well, it's been great chatting with you and all, Titan. I look forward to Saturday. Until then, stay out of trouble," she exclaimed, bidding him a wave before heading out towards the gate.

sobs in 7th draft

This fight had dragged on longer than she anticipated. Maybe if she flippin' procced her holy, it would have ended a while ago! Not one single proc the whole fight! Oh Onimaru, why must you loathe her? Half a years work of upgrading and zombie slaying. . . and egg finding and not a single proc? Why? Why!? Must Lady Luck be this against her? It took a whole lot of will to not freak out about this. She could be doing far worse, yes, but she could be doing far, far better. Cordelia sighed. If only she had a weapon that suited her stupid luck and not one that procs five percent of the time. If only, if only. 

At least she wasn't missing. 

She'll that thought at that. She refused for her mind to go. . . back there.

Alright, focus on the brighter side of things! She chided mentally. Things more than halfway dead. We got this! Oscar just needs to keep. . .proccing his enhancements and we'll be fine!

The small spike of adrenaline seemed to suck her back into the fight and out of her thoughts. Ah, right. She was fighting something. Haha-- yeah, she guessed that forgetting you were fighting a giant living chunk of undead flesh was something you could forget about. 

She drew in a sharp breath, shooting Mari a brief thumbs-up as she raced back into the battle. Her boots skidded against the unpaved floors, tracking up bits of dirt and dust as she attempted to reuse the same tactic she had basically been using the entire fight. The same tactic. The only tactic. 

Cordelia's form veered as she dashed behind the Forgotten Time King another time. Her figure sprang into the air as she heaved her katana forward, creating a horizontal spin which chipped away at the beast's near impenetrable armor until she slammed her katana down on the king's back. The sharp sound of metal against metal made her cringe, and she nearly found herself falling down on her butt had it not been for Onimaru-- which just so happened to be lodged in the thick plated armor. "Crud nuggets," she whispered, latching her hand on the hilt before she pulled the curved sword away-- which was a lot harder than it looked, by the way-- and very quickly shuffled back to the safeties of her party. 

ID: 145066
BD: 5+6+11, Hit

[4] Oscar 1205/1205 HP | 45/104 EN | 22 DMG | 4 ACC | 3 EVA | 151 MIT | VAMP-DEF | SAVVY | 12 FLN | 36 BRN[BD8-10] | 48 BH
[6] Baldur 1395/1395 HP | 97/132 EN | 22/25 DMG WF/MM | 5/6 WF/MM | 5 EVA | 124 MIT | ABSLT ACC | 56 BH | 0/2 STATUS IMN | 30 THRNS 
[3] Mari 1365/1365 HP  | Energy: 76/120 | DAM: 14 | EVA 5  | MIT 43+45=88 | ACC 6 
[4] Cordelia 1175/1175 HP | EN: 64/120 | 21 DMG | 45 MIT | 6 ACC | 4 EVA | 1 PARA VNM [DF]| 6 HLY | 2 [36] BRN -14

Forgotten Time King 876/3750 | 300 DMG | 3 ACC | 0 EVA | 150 MIT -165

"Oh, okay." Cordelia paused in her steps and looked back at the player before shrugging. 

Ah, yes. This is precisely how she spent her time nowadays. Of course, she still had a good load of quests to do but where was the fun in that when she had already reached her goal. . ? There was no fun, that was the answer. That was probably a bad thing-- and she was probably going to have to figure out a new goal sometime soon or else she was never going to get work done, but for now, she just wanted to have it a little easy. Help some players, you know, that fun stuff. 

"Are you sure you want to do this quest? I heard it's very easy yet very brutal," she asked, her eyes widening before she shrugged again. Martial Arts was never a skill she particularly wanted nor needed, and frankly, she had never seen a player use it before. She honestly thought it was quite stupid to have a skill like that in a game literally called Sword Art Online, but whatever Kayaba. It's your world. You do you.

"A-ah, alright." She sighed. He probably ten times more mitigation than what she had, maybe literally. Of course, she had that jacket she had gotten from Oscar but she really only used it when she knew that a mob was going to pack a punch. Other than that, she's only been using Bastille's Resistance-- which if it wasn't so obviously clear, has no mitigation. It was a pretty solid piece of gear, though! Paralytic venom was a deadly tool when paired up with something like evasion. 

"Oh, thank you," she puffed, watching as the glowing red light enveloped her her katana. She had never seen this mod before-- but that might be because she had never really seen such a high levelled support before-- hey, it's pretty cool! She looked up at the witch and deadpanned. God, why was her voice so annoying. It was-- it was really your stereotypical witch voice, like nails on a damn chalkboard. Or a dying cat. Maybe both. 

She huffed, already feeling like she was going to start getting a headache. She glanced over to Shield. It seemed like the witch was focused on him, and honestly, she would be too if he had barged into her home yelling like that. While she was distracted, Cordelia dashed from behind the green lady, only to slam the blade of her katana down on her head-- which did a lot less to her physical form that she thought it would. . . but hey, it chunked off a good sum of her health. 

ID: 144914
BD: 4+5=9, Hit | 15x25=375-70=305
MD:1, Miss

ID: 144915
MD: 4+1=5, Miss

Shield     [H:4/4/4] - HP: 1680/1770 | EN: 146/168 | DMG: 2 | MIT: 169 | EVA: -1 | ACC: 0 | LD: 5 | BH: 85 | HB: 48 | THN: 99 | ENV: 18/4
Cordelia [H:1/1/2] - HP: 1080/1080 | EN: 81/108 | 22 +3 [1/2] DMG | 0 MIT | 5 ACC | 2 EVA | 1 PARA VNM [DF]| 6 HLY | 2 [36] BRN 

<<Elite Flying Monkey 1>> HP: 0/220 | DMG 90 (45 min) | MIT 35 
<<Elite Flying Monkey 2>> HP: 61/220 | DMG 90 (45 min) | MIT 35 [ENV 1/4]

<<The Witch>> HP: 289/700 | DMG: 100 DMG (min 50) | MIT: 70 -305

"That's good. I rarely ever see healers out and about, at least not very high-leveled ones," she murmured. Of course, she knew of a couple but its hard to say if she had ever been healed by someone in a fight-- because her memory was uh, pretty crappy.

"Right. . . I look forward to it," she said, trying to sound as enthusiastic as she could about drinking. . . swamp water. It-- it couldn't taste that bad, right? Right? Sure. Sure. At least it would be an experience. 

Cordelia looked over to Baldur and nodded. "No, no. It's fine. I usually don't do anything nowadays, anyway," she huffed, setting the cup down before she brushed her lap off. "It'd be great to join you guys," she chimed, standing up before she gave a bow to Crozeph herself. "It'd be interesting to see your house, too. I feel like I can already imagine what it would look like, though," she said light heartedly. 

"And thank you for your warm hospitality as well," she exclaimed, turning over to Crozeph with a friendly smile. 

"Oh my God, thank you. I wanted both of them but I never guessed that I'd be as lucky to get both," she said, amazed. Never would she have thought that Lady Luck would be on her side-- now she just hoped that she could actually proc the enhancements on this thing-- but at least she'll never miss anymore! She chuckled, sheathing the katana back in its scabbard. "Even if you were the most persuasive on Earth, I wouldn't let anyone ever take Onimaru. Thing took me half a year to get together," she exclaimed, shaking her head before she grinned at him. "Most of it thanks to you, of course. Thank you again."

"Anyway, I'll be going now. Seriously, I really appreciate your work. I'll definitely come by if I ever need you again. Later!" 

+Onimaru

Day 30: 

+81 EXP

"Are you up for it? Scents of the Wild really did a number on us," she chuckled sheepishly, rubbing the back of her head as she started to count her extraordinary misses during that questline. "I just don't want to rush it. It's perfectly fine if you don't want to," Cordelia exclaimed seriously, looking at him dead in the eyes. She wouldn't be too surprised if he would say no since he basically carried her on his back the whole time they did that quest-- figuratively of course, but it might as well have been literal. It probably wouldn't have changed a single thing. . . but knowing him, he would probably say yes. He might want to say no, though. 

"It's been a while since we've done those quests, though," she murmured out loud, resting her chin on her palm with a far off look. It had been months since they have done it, really. Wasn't the last one with Bahr? She wondered if he had already gone through the whole questline. Or maybe he was in a pickle similar to theirs. 

Ty ty I accept

Cordelia wheezed, running back into the merchant's shop. "Alright, I'm back," she exclaimed, slapping the reroll tickets down on the counter. "Again, thank you. I really needed this," she rasped, taking a sharp breath before she huffed. "Also, do you think you can reroll one of my burn slots with that Easter Bunny's Favor?" She asked hopefully, unsheathing Onimaru from its scabbard before she placed it in front of him. "I'll seriously be forever in your debt if you do. If you get something good on the first one, go ahead and roll on the second slot too," she said almost too seriously, but anywho-- fingers crossed for that second slot of holy! Or absolute accuracy-- one of those two, hopefully.

-x3 Reroll Tickets to @Shield

-Transferred Easter Bunny's Favor to Shield [rerolling on 1st slot of burn]

-Transferred Easter Bunny’s Favor to Shield [rerolling on 2nd slot of burn]

Using Bunny Stamp:

Ah, so this was the place she crawled through hell to be. It was something to say the least. She didn't expect the event to be run by a couple of. . . boys. She honestly expected-- I dunno, people that looked like they had something with Easter. Jesus, a man in a bunny costume, a living peep-- something like that. 

"Uh, hello. I'd like to purchase a bunny stamp, a favor, and three reroll tickets please," she exclaimed when she reached the counter, placing a basket full of very brightly colored eggs. Eggs that made her want to physically puke her breakfast. Lord, they were everywhere. It was almost hard travelling outside of a safezone and not seeing them. At least the event was over now. Maybe she won't have to be scared of walking outside anymore. It was a good day, a good day.

"Alright, thank you!" Stuffing the items in her inventory, Cordelia gave the boys a hardy glare. "Don't come back next year. Alright, bye-bye!"

-1x Bunny Stamp [150 Eggs]
-1x Easter Bunny's Favor [50 Eggs]
-3x Reroll Tickets [25 Eggs]

0/275 Eggs Remaining

Cordelia gave the man a mock salute. "I appreciate it. You're seriously a lifesaver," she sighed, rubbing the back of her neck before she gave him a thumbs up. Yeah, there was no way she was going to be able to get all of those eggs by the time the event was done, and it just so happened she had connections with someone who had. . . a lot of eggs. . . even though she met him just a few days ago. 

"Anyway. I'll go ahead and go to that. . . stand place or whatever. I'll come back to give you the reroll tickets!" She exclaimed, giving him a bow of appreciation before she skipped off to wherever the hell that place is. 

- Received 172 Eggs

Total Eggs: 275 Eggs

SUMMARY: 

44 Eggs
16 T1 Materials
1 SP [event]

"You'd probably be dead," dead as hell she said bluntly, giving him a deadpan stare. In no way was she trying to be mean, no, no, no. She was simply stating the truth. Who knows what he would've ended up as if she didn't come to the rescue. No, no, this wasn't something she was thinking to inflate her ego or anything, of course not! 

"Sounds good," she exclaimed, giving him a cheeky grin. It had been a while since she had gone out of her way to do this for someone without benefiting from it in terms of experience or levels, and it felt good. Boy-oh-boy, was she starting to become a better person? 

"Oh, I see." She hoped she didn't give off that impression. "Don't worry, no offense taken," she chuckled, patting him on the shoulder reassuringly. "Ah-- it's this way," she said, pointing to the other direction with a goofy grin. "We have a map, you know," Cordelia mused, laughing to herself before she gestured for him to follow her back.

"I see," she murmured, scratching her chin before she looked over to him. "So are you a merchant then?" She asked. Merchants were the only ones that dealt with unidentified equipment so it was a logical guess. Or she was just plain dumb. That works as well. She figured that she was going to have to pick it up sometime then. Baldur makes pretty good use of it, right, and both of their AoE sucked-- though, she was probably going to have to wait a couple more levels before she had enough to invest in a skill like that.

"That's good," she commented, sniffing as walked around another pile of rocks. By the time she had circled it at least a dozen times, another pile of eggs popped up. God, this place was just getting weirder and weirder. It was like she was living in some sort of Wonderland or something.

ID: 143581
LD: 1+7=8, No Materials
CD: 1, +2 Eggs

Total Materials: 14
Total Eggs: 31

She hummed in agreement. "Yeah, you don't see so many guilds that regularly hang out nowadays, huh?" She murmured thoughtfully. She rarely ever saw someone in a guild that wasn't in it for the buffs, period. She honestly believed that those things were just the norm before she was invited to join The Tarot. Oh well, people were missing out. 

Cordelia peeked over the man's shoulder, curious to see what was inside the chest as well. "I see, oh well." She shrugged, turning her attention back to gathering eggs and all of that good stuff. "I suppose it's better than nothing. I personally have never opened a treasure chest myself. I think I'm too impatient to wait around and find one and I doubt I'd be investing into a fishing skill anytime soon," she said, sighing to herself before she shrugged her shoulders. She had yet to invest in anything that won't help her deal damage, which probably wasn't the wisest of decisions, but it's worked out so far!

ID: 143183
LD: 9+7=16, +2 Materials
CD: 8, +5 Eggs

Total Materials: 14
Total Eggs: 29

"I-" Cordelia paused. He did have a point. "A-ah, alright," she said, blinking dumbfoundedly as she watched Shield start to speed away. For a heavy tank, he certainly was fast. Weight is practically nonexistent in a place of ones and zeroes, huh? She chuckled, shaking her head before she followed after him. 

"Jesus Christ," she mumbled, watching him run up the stairway like a hamster on crack. "What did he have for breakfast today. . ?" Cordelia murmured under her breath, taking the moment to travel up the stairs as quick as she could as well-- though it was not nearly as fast as this dude's. 

A great boom rang through the air just as Cordelia entered the room. "Good lord." Even after the last two times, she still wasn't used to whatever uh-- this was. Do-- do all tanks do this? The girl locked eyes with the nasty green she-devil, and a flash of recognition and familiarity ran through the witch's eyes before she scowled. She didn't look too happy, let's just say that.

She looked over to Shield before nodding her head. "Alright, bring it on you feral gremlins!" She bellowed, charging forward to deliver another AoE attack-- this time, managing to hit all of them. "Oh hey, watch out-- oop," Cordelia hesitated with her words as she watched the monkey get completely obliterated by the tank just by simply attacking. 

Wowzers.

ID: 143139
BD: 3+5=8, Hit | 22x8=176-35 MIT=141 DMG
MD: 7, Hit [THN Procs] 90-169= 45[min] DMG

ID: 143140
BD: 3+5=8, Hit | 22x8=176-35 MIT=141 DMG
MD: 9, Hit [ENV Procs] 90-169= 45[min] DMG

ID: 143141
BD: 4+5=9, Hit | 22x8=176-70 MIT= 106 DMG
MD: 2, Miss

Shield     [H:4/4/4] - HP: 1680/1770 | EN: 146/168 | DMG: 2 | MIT: 169 | EVA: -1 | ACC: 0 | LD: 5 | BH: 85 | HB: 48 | THN: 99 | ENV: 18/4 -90
Cordelia [H:1/1/1] - HP: 1080/1080 | EN: 92/108 | 22 DMG | 0 MIT | 5 ACC | 2 EVA | 1 PARA VNM [DF]| 6 HLY | 2 [36] BRN -10 EN

<<Elite Flying Monkey 1>> HP: 0/220 | DMG 90 (45 min) | MIT 35 [THN -99] -141
<<Elite Flying Monkey 2>> HP: 79/220 | DMG 90 (45 min) | MIT 35 [ENV 0/4] -141

<<The Witch>> HP: 594/700 | DMG: 100 DMG (min 50) | MIT: 70 -106

"They haven't done any raids before from what I know. The ones that are going to be at the next one weren't even tier two yet during the last floor boss fight, myself included," she exclaimed, leaning her body against the cave wall as she let out a sigh. She nodded her head. "I see. . . well, everyone in my guild is already going at a decent pace when it comes to levelling up and stuff like that all on their own, so we aren't too incredibly focused on levelling at the moment. It's still fairly new, so we're just trying to set up basic guild things and such," she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before she pushed herself off of the wall.

"Oh, sweet. Maybe you'll get some good gear from it," she blurted out, giving him a thumbs up before she went back to gathering her eggs. 

ID:143136 
LD: 10+7=17, +2 Materials
CD: 8, +5 Eggs

Total Materials: 12
Total Eggs: 23