Sam

-DING DONG DING DONG- Bells of the upper Cathedral makes note that the sun was beginning to set. Back against a large cobblestone building, seemed like a store front, Sam could hear townsfolk making a purchase. Staying low, all the intel she got lead to a location somewhere deep with the ally ways of the Grand City Taft. It was funny that Rosaria could be very well hiding in plain sight. A place well populated busy at all times of the day. To anyone, the woman would look like a normal foe. Darting between buildings carefully as to not be spotted. "HEY YOU GET BACK HERE," slamming her back

Tearing out every piece of paper from the notebook, tossing them on the floor in front of her. When all the parchment that was written on was out, Sam closes in, tossing it aside and falls to her knees. Spreading it all out so it can be seen clearly. Tearing another sheet, grabbing a pen from her inner pocket, Sam writes Rosaria in big letters filling the page. Standing up, grabbing a tack, slamming a tack into the wall with the name hanging from it. Picking up the paper that had Liums cave location on it, tacking this a foot down from that name. Taking another sheet of paper and writing

Turning, not sure if he was avoiding the redecorating of the room, stalling or just concerned, the question he asked seemed like a redirect almost but not completely off topic. "They made me Leader for my brains. The ability to plan accordingly and in depth to the task at hand. See what they could not regarding the tactics or gear needed. Evaluations of different raids or boss fights that they were terrified to walk into for the sake of being one shot." Taking a sip, it was all sorta weird to think back on, Sam remembered asking Lium the same question back in the day. "Lium once told me that I

"Look, it's not like we died or whatever, beside its not that bad in here." Swimming with no other real thought, pulling her shirt down, stopping. Glancing around listening to what Nisa said, "If we find that and I mess with it what happens?" Glancing around seeing nothing of note. "Welp," taking a deep breath before she dives into the water. At first those eyes were closed, when hands hit the floor, they flashed open. Flipping herself right side up looking around. It was so weird to see the water so clear, usually there was like tiny floating bits but in here there was absolutely nothing. Swi

The second Freyd's voice came to light, the bow went down. "For this to make sense I have to start from the beginning," turning, placing the Silver-ish White Masterpiece back on the wall mount. Walking to the kitchen to grab coffee, she would need it. The room itself may have looked like Sam was going crazy but it was very much the opposite. Grabbing another mug from the cabinet, she was unsure if Freyd drank coffee. It was not something that Sam ever payed attention to, it was time to start though. Leaving the glass on the counter then glancing to the man, signaling that it was there if he wa

Excitement ran through her system as she watches Nisa repair her bass. "That's so cool," watching the water ripples practically dance to the woman's whistle. Sam strums a note but nothing happens. "Hmm," listen to Nisa tell him to get into the water. Biting her bottom lip with a grin thinking. "If you get into the water then Nisa here will play us a song." Handing the fixed instrument toward the woman. "Besides I'm sorta wondering if you play this, if a tsunami will appear or something." Glancing to Freyd, "You can take the armor off if you feel like your gonna drown in 5 foot water." Sam knew

"What is that smell," sniffing around the kitchen, nothing then to under her arm. "OH my fuck," saying making a horrifying face. Setting the cup down, there was still no response from Freyd so a quick shower was very much next on her to do this. After a few minutes, a few clothing were chosen. It was rather warm so something simple for now. A black T-shirt and shorts. Walking out, grabbing her cup as a knife gets caught on her shirt and drops to the ground. Taking a breath, Sam was starting to feel the tired. Chugging the rest of the coffee in the cup, starting to brew more. This place was a m

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

Then why are you hiding, who do you think your fooling? Clenching her fists tighter against her side, she didn't want to hide but this forest gave her comfort. Being alone in a place that no one could see who she really was. Sam realized that the reason she had so little issues with playing those games back then, being fully involved was because only her voice could be heard. There was no chance to be judged by her looks alone, it was why she hid behind the robe all those years in SAO. A small tear falls down her face. So quick and brash, so selfish and self serving. Katoka was rig

Wrapping the ends of her sleeve within her fists creating a form of gloves, it was all she had to work with. The pure coldness of this place pieces through her skin causing less body functions than she wanted. Walking up to this mirror, it looked like a younger version of her. The appearance before everything started to go down hill in her life. Long black hair, a purple robe that looked slightly rigid, it was something that Sam had gotten from her parents on her birthday. Remembering that it was worn everywhere they went. It looked to big, her mother wanted it to be something that Sam grew in

Wrapping her arms together, maybe she should of dressed warmer or wore more layers. A shiver down her spine before jerking her head behind her hearing was sounded like whispers. Finding a shadow that was way to close but vanishes with eyes being planted upon them. Another voice that couldn't be made out in front of her, vision shifts forward before they disappears as well. They looked like those things that she slayed here but doesn't recall them trying to speak to her or rather toward her but instead attacking her at just the pure sight of her existence being her, not this time though. They s