Jump to content

Freyd

Donor
  • Content Count

    4,399
  • Joined

  • Last visited

Everything posted by Freyd

  1. Could he do it? Was it actually even possible for him to let down his guard, even for a single moment? If there were people with whom ever he'd consider it, two of them were sitting with him now. Akame was an issue. He didn't know or trust the man in the slightest, and the fellow seemed quite keen to keep it that way. The best he managed was to actually show that he was considering it. That, alone, was a monumental achievement. Turning to gaze at Montjoy as Mina spoke her theories... or questions. It was a nice trick, and one he often used himself. Twice he half-turned, tempted to red
  2. "Real is what we make it, Nari, and I share your sentiment. It's been a pleasure to get to know you too. These aren't subjects that everyone cares to discuss. It might be safe to say that you have to have seen a certain side of Fate to be open to it." Dropping off the rune was surprisingly underwhelming. While Treants treasure their traditions, they don't tend to stand for much in the way of ceremony. Ned merely nodded, confirming that they'd brought the right object, instructing them to return it to Queen Haelia with his blessing. He would know that the task was done by the bloomin
  3. Rushing past Nari even as she spoke her warning, Freyd needed to keep up his pace and momentum to maximize their odds of success. He also didn't want anyone dwelling on the dangers any longer than necessary. People didn't often do well left to their own thoughts while under stress, and this world placed a heavy enough burden on its occupants as it was. Broad and brilliantly glowing with a warm, golden hue, the cave's central chamber promised a vast treasure hoard - which it was sorely lacking. Instead of ornate artwork, glistening gems and scintillating jewelry, all laid over a sprawli
  4. Katoka muttered some quip about poop that made him look under his boots, wondering whether he'd stepped in something. "Really?! Even on digital beaches? Have people no sh....OWWWW!" Something pointy had just tried to spear whatever Katoka must have seen, but hit his leg instead. The pain was expected more than real, recording a notable drop in his health, but suddenly not that much worse than he'd suffered on multiple occasions. He just hadn't been expecting it, still being in a bit of a daze from yet another fishing venture gone horribly, horribly wrong. Freyd winced as the g
  5. "Yeah," Freyd replied, weaving around the thing's jerky movements as it regained elements of control over itself. "All bark, no bite, I guess." The mob opened its many mouths as if to protest, giving him the perfect opportunity to kick it in the teeth several times over. By the time he was done, there was nothing left of the last Utterance, its polygons dissolving into nothingness "We should be near the exit, barring whatever other parts of Malediction will try to stop us next. My money is on 'Malediction's nose hairs'... also.. eww." Grimacing as he spoke, Freyd winced and stuck out his
  6. Blissful silence. The chaos of battle drowned in the muffled pounding in his head and Freyd tried, unsuccessfully, to inhale the beach. Using that particular trick always took its toll, but was worth it when it connected. Fortunately, it had. Crackling air, dulled by an overwhelming urge to sleep, bandied itself in the clouds overhead. Except those clouds were a storm, and that storm was trying to kill them. "Oh... right. Still fighting," he mumbled groggily, lifting his face off the floor and leaving an imprint whose details he failed to notice. Katoka was doing her thing, and wel
  7. Freyd wandered the expansive halls in silent musing, wondering whether this place somehow existed outside of time. There was no true connection to it, and everything else beyond. It was as if one could exist here and simultaneously elsewhere, but such were the vagaries of a digital existence. Who was to say that anything was as they perceived it. The entire existence was an illusion, at its core. Approaching the same terminal as before, he renewed his previous order, having already consumed its predecessor. It had served its purpose well, as would this one when the moment came. Th
  8. "What do you mean," Freyd cried out in response to Katoka's query. "Water conducts electricity, right? Stab the fucking thing with lightning." To her credit, she did try. Fortune just wasn't smiling much in that moment. Maybe it had sand in its eyes? He knew his companion would rebound, possibly literally, given the opportunity. "Okay," he huffed, still shuffling about clumsily trying to find his own bearings with a storm literally bearing down upon him. "So we go with plan B? Maximum effort!" Launching himself high into the air in a manner taught to him long ago by the inestimable
  9. Freyd genuinely smiled as Nari struggled to explain her reaction. Not because she was embarrassed, but because it was so very human to feel the need to conjoin the bond of emotions over such a moment. Grace dictated a courteous silence and acceptance. Mirth smiled in his eyes alone, revealing weary laugh lines few rarely realized were there, most especially himself. They walked in the void again for a time, Freyd serving as guide once more and placing his companion's hand upon his shoulder, this time without reservation or hesitation. They were just emerging from the underground when Nari
  10. Groaning against the inside of his own cowl, Freyd pondered Morningstar's words before grudgingly having to admit that he was behaving badly. The thought of Elora glaring at him for being such a poor sport would inevitably haunt him, even if she never actually learned of the incident. The very fact that she'd expect better was enough to set him straight. "Alright, alright," he muttered with a sigh. "Yes, I have the tracking skill. What was that fellow's name again? Alvin? Albion? No... Alvion. Got it." The man's image would forever be etched in his memory as an armored chipmunk w
  11. Freyd's eyes widened to swallow saucers at Nari's outburst while he mentally struggled to decipher what had set her off. Cowl swiveling to and fro, seeking some sort of external stimulus she might have noticed that he hadn't, it wasn't until he realized that she was basically tossing the guard's head his way that he finally clued in. "You're... squeamish?! YOU?" A heartfelt guffaw bellowed out, completely inappropriate to the solemnity of the context - the mourning guard having just sacrificed itself for the sake of its woods. "Huh. Wouldn't have figured that," he finally added, his
  12. Wulfrin took the situation in stride, which in others might have been believed to be no more than bravado, but the man had shown more than a glimmer of awareness at the potential outcome of their situation and failed to flinch. Likewise, Nari faced the dilemma of all tanks: thinking that if they just sacrificed more, then could deny fate its claim upon their wards. Life didn't work that way; nor did Aincrad. To her credit, that realization was equally accepted. "A second jaunt through the Cave of Wonders," Freyd mused aloud with lilting laugh and grin, masquerading around the truth o
  13. "Right? Right!" Freyd first seemed to satirically question then seek to reinforce Nari's assertions. "What she said. All of it. Good job." A swift pat on the shoulder was made awkward by the pair of glaring orange punctures in this torso. "Ned, says 'hi', by the way, and recommended that we should recover this 'cypher rune'-thingy as a means of ushering in said peace." The lanky darkly-clade male bobbed and weaved around like a wet piece of spaghetti trying - and failing - in its efforts to remain upright against gravity. "The elder tree is wise, if occasionally stubborn." No expl
  14. "We spotted the open hellmouth for the dungeon, which was unusual in and of itself," Freyd replied while summoning a small buffet of num nums and setting a bizarrely shaped platter with small round dishes of creme brulée laid out in convenient portions for each to partake. "That only tends to happen when the full party doesn't pass through all at once, in my experience, or your group is undersized. Glory guts over here," he jerked his thumb over his left shoulder, towards Morningstar, "rushed in before we could consider things." Downing a few sundries as chasers, the Whisper looked like
  15. Jerking reflexively as the guardian's spear left his body only to be thrust into a different part, there was a limit to how many free shots this thing was going to get. Watching a similar attack have negligible impact when made against Nari, he wondered what sort of ordeal this might be for less experienced players. Most of them would likely choose violence instead, and he couldn't really blame them. Nodding in agreement to his partner's words, Freyd felt compelled to pile on. "You could also really stop with the stabbing at any time, since it really isn't conducive to our purpose. Or
  16. Freyd's cowl peaked out from behind a half-dozen glowing UI windows, the contents of which were obscured to anyone but the owner. Morningstar's comments about the Cave of Wonders had piqued his interest, having encountered such phenomenon only once before. "No," he started, hesitantly, as the screens containing his vast stores and inventory spontaneously shut. "They are no naturally occurring, so far as I have ever heard. And if they did, I'd have run them a dozen times over by now. Those things are literal gold mines." Swiveling to search, including glimpsing through the sights of l
  17. "None shall near the Tree of Mourning! Not while I still have life to give!" "Uh... sure? That's a little overdramatic, don't you think?" Freyd chuckled internally at the paradox. "We've come to help put an end to the war between the elves and treants, at the request of Queen Haelia herself. Rest easy, big boi. There's no need for us to fight." "LIES," barked the wood-clad guardian, even as it dawned upon the Whisper how much this figure resembled both parties to the conflict. "Your kind have wrought nothing but harm since your arrival in these lands. Elves and treant alike h
  18. Internally, his machine mind logic was screaming at him not to trust, not to risk, and keep all possible distance and precautions in place. Countering the harshness of those instincts was an empathic and familiar voice tinged with female and Irish overtones. She was the one to nurture his fledgling humanity to emerge and assert itself against the cold and dark defenses that had forged themselves around his heart. Somewhere between paranoia and understanding, there stood a Freyd, who amazingly reached out to take a risk. "We both lead the blind on a regular basis - notably including tho
  19. Freyd heard some, but not all of what Nari whispered to herself under her breath. Judging by her demeanor and the conversation to date, they held compatible perspectives on their circumstances. Her comment about refusing to chase after divinity earned her a smile and chuckle. He knew what she meant, and took the declaration to heart. This manner of candor was refreshing after the endless and ineffable dance required by most others. Both of them scanned the derelict war camp as they entered, Nari's wary eye surveying for dangers while he set about poking and prodding with black-gloved hands
  20. "I have heard it said, Bob, that war can turn lives upside down, but I wasn't really expecting you to demonstrate it quite so literally." Flailing like the heaviest pinata imaginable, here hung what should have been one of the most imposing mobs of the game. War looked positively laughable, flopping around like a turtle on its back, his massive sword hissing and steaming as it lay on the ground a few feet away and out of reach. Raging with boundless fury, the mob couldn't even reach the saddle straps that somehow miraculously kept him attached to his horse. The mounts itself had lost m
  21. Freyd had wandered over to the shattered container from which the flaming elemental had emerged, righting it and using it as a stool while Vigilon and Krysta said their peace. Throughout each player's replies, he just sat there, chin resting against this loosely curled fist, eyes half-lidded and glazed over. When the latest Cinnabon-dude wandered out of nowhere, Freyd's face slipped down into his open palm, thumb and index fingers pressed to opposite temples for a moment before sliding back down to cup over his mouth. A single arched eyebrow gazed in staggered amazement as this 'knight' lai
  22. Freyd's appearance shifted before them, his bizarre leisure attire darkening then bleeding into inky liquid before reasserting itself into his more conventional attire. Trademark cowl now firmly in place, the Whisper offered no reaction to Vigilon's aquatic conundrum. Any intended barbs found no purchase. Whatever he was thinking, he simply kept to himself. Only the odd mallard-handled fishing rod remained of his previous getup, which he promptly tugged at to collect one final catch before being dismissed to the ether. "Don't be so quick to dismiss the value of a guild, Kyo," he off
  23. Stabbing the open palm of its steaming gauntleted hand into the smokey air, war grasped at the swirling smoke of detritus and debris that served as its retinue as it faced off against the irreverent Whisper. Clenching the ashen air, the rider conjured a blade of pure blackness and forced the cinders in the congealing smoke to alight with the power hatred and rage within itself. It was the very embodiment of carnage and fury, astride its red wrath and ready to unleash countless untold atrocities upon the poor fool standing dumbly a hundred feet in the distance. Baleful laughter echoed within
  24. Even as Katoka finished off the other mobs, artfully returning her katana to its sheathe and stylishly flaring her thumbs up at her companion, the decidedly anime-worthy finish fell a little flat. Freyd wasn't looking. Instead, the spoopy moron was staring up towards a suddenly sullen and rapidly darkening sky. The whole thing had a very Oz kind of feel, of the variety with potential to launch you from Kansas to Aincrad in about 3.2 seconds, probably ending in a very jarring and violent impact. "Uh... I'm thinking this is that other thing that I may, or may not, have accidentally poked
  25. Absorbing Krysta's and Vigilon’s comments with the same calm he expected would be required against the upcoming raid boss, Freyd's brow furrowed only modestly. Mulling over both of their perspectives, he glanced sideways to Morningstar before looking back to both of the other players. “In the coming raid, if a member of your party spots additional mobs off to the side from the main chamber and runs off randomly after them instead of focusing on the boss, how would you react?” Raising a single eyebrow to Krysta, the parallels to their present situation were obvious. “Please consider the d
×
×
  • Create New...