Sam

Each wall in the living room covered in papers, red thread linking what she knew and no links to what she didn't. Some covered in words of possible locations, others with a giant question mark. A few parchments of names that may ore may not have been relevant, ones that were mentioned in the under-dark. With those names was the weapons they used and tactics that were used to murder another player. Torn notes littered the floor, with black sheets. Pens of different colors, and note books of assorted colors. Counter tops in the kitchen had coffee spills and stains that looked like they'd b

'YEEEP,, HUUUU,"taking a deep breath, holding it... -SPLASH- as Nisahime pulls her in the tiny pool. Staying under for a moment as you could see that raven colored hair floating. Finally coming up with a gasp of air. Pushing her now glued hair out of her face with both hands in a combing motion backwards. Sam's feet was touching the bottom with a little lee way to stand fully up. The pond met just above her chest, leaning on the edge now to look at the duo. "I can say it's about 5 feet deep. And no, I landed on my knees thanks," as Sam starts to hop out of the pool realizing that she was weari

Beginning to pace around the staircase that opens up, listening. "For all we know some of the kids here will turn out to be mass murderers. The rest of us will likely become cops to stop the destruction or shut in's because they are terrified of what they missed and just can't move on." This had always been on her mind, it was why she wasn't in a huge rush to get out, "For all we know the entire town could be on lock-down from a zombie outbreak or something. God I have played way to many games..." Scratching her head with her index finger trying to figure out if that was even possible in the r

A short jaunt around the corner of Firm Anima, Sam unlocks the door with a squeak at it opened. Closing it behind her, locking it. Heading straight for the bed room. Scooting her bed and getting to her knees. A floor board was lifted as a small chest came to light. Picking it up, with a creak the tiny booklets presented themselves. Leaning against her bed as the pages were carefully picked through. Taking out the book from her coat, writing a few things down as to more possible hideout's that the Pker's might of made a nest in. After flipping through every notebook, Sam got up and started

Crashing through the doors, intentional maybe but she was pissed. Walking to the table, there didn't seem like the was anyone here, at least not in the main room. Griswold was likely in the forging area and little Ruru was probably sitting in Raidou's apothecary hard at work. The chair scrapes against the floor, taking a seat as she scrambles through the papers. Sam would looking for any place that was cave like or had a cave within it direct vicinity. A simple location that mention PKer's or people being attacked by the unknown. A place that was forbidden to travel to because of the dangers t

"HEY don't ruin my Indiana Jones moment,' turning swiftly to Nisahime with a glare that shifts suddenly into a smirking smile. "Of course you do, its called long beautiful white hair, and the clothing you wear is nothing compared to what others might think to go out on a Sunday morning. Or the no shoes thing most the time, most people where something on their feet. It might not be the same attention you want but it's what you got." Eyes meet Freyd's now, "It was a name given to by the one and only," pushing her arms toward Nisa in a cone with her fingers wide open, only her right thumb was ben

Rushing through the forest now, with a simple direction in mind, kill Rosaria. The hope was that Freyd, Setsuna and Kasumi didn't already do the honor's. It was not their kill to take. Being out of the tree line now, making quick work to the nearest down for the teleportation pad. There was something that needed to be done first. Stepping on heading to floor one, the monument wasn't to far from the town of beginnings. Finding the large gravestone of names, kneeling down looking for those names to completely confirm that they were dead. After a little bit, there they were. All lined up lik

Turning hearing the door open watching the ghostly form come out, confused for a moment but then they started talking and it all made sense now. Nodding in agreement to what was said, as she walks through the memory appears. At first she was conflicted as to what this was because everything was so blurry. Sam walks closer to get a better look. Seeing them dig through the junk and Lium appearing into actual form and grabbing the bow. If that was Lium then those other people must be Tak, Simon, and Luke. *ring ring* *ring ring* *ring ring* Sam put her left hand

"I am... was my own person..." voice faded into almost nothing as she falls to her knees. "We all need this potion. It will allow up to inflict freeze on the boss, which he is weak to." Simon, Tack and Luke all nod their heads in agreement. Glancing to Lium, "Whatever you think will give us the advantage." "I wasn't always this way," staring at her hands as a tear drips down her face. "You two flank left, Lium and Luke flank right. I will move head on and act as a distraction, he can't hit us all." "I was a leader, their Lea

Seeing the path that lies ahead, it was very dark. The solution was obvious, Sam pulls out her bow Bhafel. Bright white light illuminate from the very long bow. "Better, also why does it smell like death in here," giving a huge inhale results in coughing her lung off. After catching her breath, "That was a bad idea..." clearing her throat now, pounding on her chest with a fist. Starting to casual walk down the beaten path as her weapon lights the darkness beyond this point. There was no symbols, pictures or even sketches plastering these walls. Crazy to think that this place was untouched when

Hearing Freyd comment on the pictures surrounding the walls causes Sam's eyes to shift around. "They look like an untold story from the old," beginning to reach for a notebook in her coat pocket realizing that she left that behind her. Finger tips began to trace the carving. "I really did think Rose was it until you all said something, maybe Roxi. Need a screen name for when I become famous." There was a smile on her face while saying this follow by a small giggle to there bickering. Commenting on something that both Nisa and Freyd had said, "Yes I am an archer but that does not define wh

Hands now completely stop playing, as just eyes turn to the familiar voice. Freyd's... Head turns to see the aged man wondering this way. Pupils widen as the old rusted building was no longer what it was. "What the..." getting to her feet now. Backing up to get a better look. Without a second glance at the man being awed by what was missed, "Please call me Rose." Rubbing her eyes with the one free hand she had. After realizing that this was real, glancing at the old fella with the caps voice. "Aging doesn't look good on you, you should figure out how to undo it," saying with a small unintentio

Sitting there against the old cracked up building, there was something about it but was unable to place her finger on it. Sounds of a water fall, visually it was beautiful and very loud. There was something relaxing about it though, helped keep concentration on her new found focus. A base guitar, it seemed beat up in more ways that one. Legs crossed half in front of her as she played a tune that she was very familiar with. One that would be on repeat, blasting while she gamed her eyes out back in the day. Sam wasn't very good at playing it but anyone who new the song would get the gist of it,

Sam was beginning to wonder what being human actually meant. Breathing, thinking, having cognitive thoughts to respond to one another? When this game started everyone shifted back into who they truly looked like in the outside world. That meant that every single person here was real, her true self being exposed. "My father Lance Valneirr, private investigator for a Law Firm across town and my mother Lucy Valneirr, spends her days in the backyard garden. That woman makes the best Rotisserie Chicken." Sam would smile, thinking about her mother. "She would give me a choice of nail polish and I wo

Who are you? Why are you here? What will you do now? Words pushing through, closing her eyes, hold her head. You look like no one Pathetic carcass wandering around pretending to be alive You have no place here Stop, please stop... A tightness in her chest, as it was starting to become harder to breath. Salt water drips down her face, cheeks redden. Those words on repeat in her mind like it was echoing in the void beyond what couldn't be seen. "STOP..." those phrase silence dead in the water as she smashing her hands on the ground in front of her. Trying to even her breat