Freyd

Skill(s) Being Dropped: Light Armor (R5) Mod(s)/Addon(s)/Shift(s) Being Dropped: Meticulous mod, Resolve addon, Ferocity addon SP Incurred Towards Limit: 34 (excludes Meticulous and Resolve) SP Refunded: 44 Cost: 44,000 col (Fee sent to Banker)

A gentle knock at the door followed by polite pause led to the entry of a familiar yet notably different fellow by his bearing. Freyd had been through a lot lately, and it was showing. That alone was significant for someone normally so unabashedly reserved. Carefully removing his footwear to prevent soiling the shop floor, he offered a casual bow and quiet greeting. "I need these stitched into something more potent and reliable, Setsuna, and you've always proven meticulous and exceptional in your work. Could you spare the time to fuse them together for me?" Sliding a note on the counter

"Huh. Nice spot," Freyd admitted to himself aloud, having suddenly appeared at the threshold of Morningstar's stunning tropical getaway. Yet the man standing there in no way fit the standard mold of expectations for the brooding, edgelord otherwise referred to as The Whisper in Shadows. Instead, clad in little more than an open red Hawaiian shirt with white palm tree print, black shorts and a pair and well-worn sandals, it was hard to believe him to be the same person. Even the constant pallor of his skin had started to darken after several similarly relaxing forays. Who knew that he coul

"Let's let the scenery provide the rainbows," Freyd countered, turning his sight towards the kaleidoscope of colours floating in the mists over the nearby waterfalls. It was as close as you could get to making such a view permanent, short of magicky system shenanigans. A vague memory intruded from a long-ago field trip to Takakkaw Falls as a child, and witnessing a similar effect first hand. "It seems to have the hang of it, I'd say." Breathing deeply, Elora could see the tension bleeding from his shoulders just by being in the place. Cares and worries piled up behind his eyes like ba

"Goofy?! This is grade-A authentic imitation Hawaiian leisure wear! I even fakes Gilligan's signature on the inside of the hat myself," Freyd countered with the full force of feigned indignity. The whole getup was really just a means for him to break his own mold and step outside the edgelord vibes most frequently sent his way. Those were equally well-earned and cultivated for a purpose, to be fair. Fear of what the unhinged murder-hobo in black might do kept Firm Anima safer. That alone made it worthwhile. But even Freyd had to admit that he wasn't sure what to make of the person beh

Notice sent and received. In truth, Freyd had nearly forgotten about the order, having provided the raw goods to Morningstar only to help him level his skill. It barely registered to him that he might one day get everything back to add to his seemingly endless larder of goodies. And yet, he still somehow managed to deplete its contents from time to time. Dismissed as the price of proper preparation, Freyd gratefully acknowledged and picked up the order in person, chatting briefly about recent news and adventures. "You did very well in the raid, my friend, and should be proud of that

"Yes!", Elora answered whole-heartedly, "How do we start? By gathering materials? Do I need to go fetch us a hundred small stones from the river? FIVE hundred logs from the forest?" Freyd laughed heartily at her sudden zeal and drive before summoning a UI interface that looked crammed beyond what should have been overflowing. Reams of data scrolled rapidly across the screen, ignored in favour of the search function that was the only fathomable way for him to navigate the sheer amount of stuff he'd gathered over the years. Quip's thick brogue cursed at him from memory, telling him to bet

Lanky frame striding slowly through an empty hall of echoes, Freyd wandered through the place as if enraptured by a dream. His mind was elsewhere, pre-occupied by a thing that should not even be possible, and yet it was. Had fate intervened? Could such things be changed? His memories suggested that they could, but they were not always the most reliable when it came to such topics. White noise scrambled the recollection, or white hair? Who could tell which was which anymore? Green had since come to prominence as a favourite colour, and with good cause. It offered hope and humanity other

"Does that mean we'll be building it ourselves?", she had asked. "I just thought we'd be moving into a building that already existed -- this is a lot more exciting then!" "I guess that's really up to us," he replied with a twinkle in the bluest depths of his eyes. "Like a lot of similar games, you can buy a packaged product and just watch it manifest before your eyes. Or, we could craft it ourselves bit by bit to suit. We don't need the hew every plank or forge every nail, mind you, but the place will feel more special for each personal mark we leave upon it. And, I want it to feel s

"I know a thing or two... you better believe that when the NerveGear hit the market, there were a lotta tech nerds chompin' at the bit to experiment with all sortsa things. Mostly it was fringe knowledge, and inconclusive as hell. Not a lot of it's useful t' any of us in here, either." Kyo's words perked Freyd's interest, a single brow raising to attention. "A fellow techie? Good for you. You'll likely have a good mindset for survival and learning the system. I'd done some research of my own before linking on. It helps shape your perspective on what you encounter in here, though

"Heh," Freyd chuckled, scratching at the back of his cowl. "I'm not really sure, to be perfectly honest. She was just getting started in the Town of Beginning. I helped her out a bit, which became a pattern over time." Memories of endless hours spent scouring beneath rocks and foliage in search of a familiar came to mind. How many days had they spent looking for Borris, only to realize that he'd been following along behind them almost since the beginning? The little rock elemental was as unpredictable as she was. "There's no way I could have planned it, and wouldn't have the slightest c

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A gap? Annoying. That was the entire sum of internal discourse that ran through Freyd's head in the aftermath of the latest raid. He'd come out fine, certainly compared to the rest of his party, but that wasn't the issue. The problem was that people were running on empty and no one had bothered to bring a Jerry can of mojo to top themselves up. Where others might have scolded their fellows for not coming prepared, Freyd placed the blame on himself. He was the tank, which was tantamount to being the squad sergeant around here. He should have checked them over and been ready to back them u

"This better not be reindeer piss," Freyd grumbled, staring dubiously at the giant glass mug full of steaming something yellow that someone had shoved into his hands. The locals laughed at the comment, even as he sniffed the foamy head with trepidation. "Because it also kinda smells like it." More laughter. "Don't worry, stranger, the brew's just been aging since the last Sun Solstice festival. It's just long into its fermentation. But I assure you that it's quite fine and mostly palatable." "Fermentation? You mean that this is actual booze?!" Freyd's eyes grew to saucers,

"Let's go to Urbus!" Mouth still forming words and possibilities, but voice halted by Elora's declaration, Freyd's brows had risen by the sudden strength of her convictions. "Sure," he added, eagerly agreeing. "Urbus will have a lot of potential. Maybe someplace near the High Fields of Crossing? I always liked the name. There must be some safe zone or pocket nearby where we could plunk our place." Rising from his lotus crouch by unfolding his legs, it was like someone had pressed a trigger on some scissor lift and compelled him to ascend. Back on his feet, Freyd dusted himsel

A plastered smile planted itself on Freyd's face while Kyo regaled them with her knowledge of medical conditions, and their applicability in a world she had yet to explore. "Oh, you're gonna fit in just fine around here," he conceded, laughing while choosing not to engage in a distracting debate. It is true that if we go through too much stress in here too quickly, it'd probably have a backlash o' some kind on our real bodies, though..." "That's the catch, isn't it? There's no way for us to know if much or any of what we've been told is true. Given the scale of Kayaba's deceit

Every lead up to a raid meant a flurry of furious activity: field bosses to be slaughtered, mountains of items to be identified and fused, and a virtual Thanksgiving buffet of consumables to obtain and prepare. This time was no different. Freyd was in the final stretch. Having already visited The Knight Shift to secure a new blade for Morningstar, he was bound for the location provided at the prep meeting with an inventory full of goodies that would make Santa's toy bag look like amateur hour. What had ever possessed him to volunteer as a tank?! Wrapped in trusty but worn traveling leathers

"Y'can't get a concussion in VR. And the system doesn't simulate pain, so I think the only thing ya'd have t' worry about with that kinda fall's your HP and gettin' dizzy for a while." Freyd just chuckled, a grin growing about Kyo's ironclad certainty. "Uh-huh. Sure. You keep telling yourself that. Pain suppression has its limits. And while you might not suffer a true and proper concussion, having a mutant troll toss you across a cavern to smash you face first into the far wall does tend to discombobulate a bit. Also not too sure about your notion of not losing health just becau

"I...err...your information may be slightly incomplete," Freyd added, deliberately turning his attention back to his plate. "I've seen gemini on other floors. Many other floors, actually. And many, many, MANY gemini. A whole forest full of the things. I even saw one claw its way out of a player once... oh! Twice, actually." Poking randomly at his meal, as if trying to distract himself from the topic, he swiftly shoveled in a mouthful to prevent himself from saying anything more. "So, if Montjoy's not a gemini, then what do you suppose he is? Simmone's mirror revealed him as Takesh

"Kyo, huh? Nice to meet ya." Freyd saluted with his semi-free hand, or at least with the two fingers not currently holding a pastry. "Good of you to make it out of the old T.O.B. and join us in the fray. Once more onto the breach, and all that." The uppermost tip of his antique fishing rod twirled about as he spoke, like some sort of makeshift battle standard. With him, who knew? It might actually have been one. "Good to see you're still alive. I like the shirt; it's very Tom Selleck." "THANK YOU," the Whisper blurted, agog, as if Morningstar had just cracked the Enigma code

"Freyd," was his immediate response, spoken without a moment's hesitation. "Though you say it with great tenderness, 'Takeshi' rings in my ear as if the name belongs to someone else." A flush of colour and uncertainty rushed into his cheeks, unaccustomed to expressing that sort of humility, or maybe not with such abundant sincerity. "There is a place I know, on the Eastern edge of floor six, away from the strange habits and practices of Amazonian Krycim and their counterparts in Senimoh. It's... serene. The woods teem with life and might be well-suited to that alchemy you keep threaten

"Donkey... what?" Freyd seemed genuinely confused, because he was. Whatever Elora was going on about might have been understood by Mina, but had clearly gone right over his head. Mina's accounting for Akane's behaviour came as no surprise. He'd faced his own share of betrayals and knew all to well the need to be wary. Even coming here had taken some convincing, and most of that from Montjoy himself. Speaking of which, the silhouetted marionette danced giddly about the room, likely moving the silent tunes cast about by the flicker and motion of candle flame upon the walls. Shadows were w

Freyd was genuinely flummoxed as Elora handed him a would-be sail, uncertain as to how they'd make a mast upon which to affix it. The plan had been 'slab', not so much 'sailboat', but she'd made the effort and he didn't want her to be disappointed. "Erm... right!" Grabbing a flexible shoot from a slimmer, younger tree, he lashed it to the raft's base and slung it into a curve, tying off to two far corners for stability. Maybe it would work. Big maybe. But it would look like it was supposed to work, and that should be enough. "Thanks! Here. Let's tie it off at the corners like a