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Freyd

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  1. Guillotine in hand, Freyd let it fall onto the fallen. The rest was little more than a shimmering pool of shattered shards spreading out all around them as Eledriel and all its corruption was destroyed. A single rare beam of light opened, peering through the clouded sky like a hint of the floor's lost spirit hailing their victory after so much bitter defeat. Moments later, it faded once more. "A job well done, everyone." Grasping each player's hand in turn, Freyd helped them find their footing, as he'd done with their morale throughout the day's effort. "Drink are on the house tonigh
  2. Black blade arching high and backlit by the haze of sun somehow filtering through miasmic clouds for the moment, Freyd slashed Veritas straight along the creature's spine, leaving a ghastly red tear along the avatar's mesh. When the angel whirled and reeled, it felt his meathook wrap around its neck and yank hard, smashing its marred perfection hard into the Whisper's plate-covered knee with a sickening crunch. Chain retracted, purpose served, Freyd curb stomped the fallen angel for good measure. "That one's for all the people on this floor," he added, stepping back to avoid its wildly
  3. "I would have liked to have been on this floor when everything happened. Not that I could have done anything, but it's nice to dream that it might have been possible. So much was lost." Taking in the worn, fog-slick white stone of Angel Point's few remaining buildings, and many ruins beyond. Freyd had called this place home for many years - a place away from any interest, forgotten to the tragic wake of its own demise. Was it truly saved, or just prevented from reaching a deeper, more infernal layer of hell? "Eladriel keeps to a series of battlements to the east, possibly the site of
  4. Stepping in to seal the deal, Freyd's blade struck true, cleaving the bird's left wing from the rest of its body, both halves tumbling ignobly to the ground. Cawing mutely as its fractured form withered back to nothingness, integrity lost and fading to nothing more than desiccating fractal shards, the surrounding players guarded themselves, wary of another potential burst. None came. The mob was truly and fully defeated. "Nicely done. Good effort on the part of all. I'd say your coordination and timing is improving. Our last foe will test you further, putting together everything we'
  5. The last thing anyone expected, least of all the pheonix, was to see a purplish ball of tentacles come sailing at it through the air in a tizzy of hugs and fart giggles. Freyd had tossed his familiar at the boss, figuring Reliq could face-hug it into apoplexy while the rest of them closed ranks and pummeled the poor thing into pieces. Cruel, perhaps, but oddly effective. Sidestepping the indigo face-suckers squelching form, Freyd found enough feather to take a stab at and deliver some damage. A shrill whistle call the mimic back to him, exposing a frantic-looking bird that had only jus
  6. "This one moves around a lot more than the others we've hunted today. It prefers the hottest, least approachable habitats, often accessible only by air. The phoenix is smart, though somewhat fragile." Having already caught sight of their quarry via shadow, it was now just a matter of marrying eclectic perspectives together with visible landmarks in order to guide them toward their goal. "Foyle, stand ready. We might need you to incapacitate it if it tries to flee or outmaneuver us. Jeeves is the backup, his range being more limited. Ren and I pounce and tear its feathery heart out a
  7. "Next one's up on five," Freyd reminded, reaching out his hand to Ren and instructing the others to link theirs as well. "We're taking a bit of a shortcut to get there, so brace your breath and do not let go of each other under any circumstances." Peeling back reality's veneer, Freyd slipped beneath the world and through the absent void behind all things. They rest followed, more by default than choice, chilled and terrified at their first glimpsed of total nothingness. A wall of heat suddenly assaulted them, cold mountainous surroundings replaced by the orange and red sandstone of For
  8. A buzzing drone filled their ears as they rounded into a rocky valley pock marked with giant pasty holes and teeming with an overabundance of flying insects, all of various disturbingly large sizes. Singling out the one they wanted wasn't hard. She was the biggest and nastiest of the lot, and in the dead centre of the swarm. Propelling himself, Oscar-styles, Freyd launched like a tomahawk and clipped the queen's wings with his opening strike. A sizzle and crackle confirmed that Veritas had struck true, denying the mobility she relied upon as her primary defense. As the rest of the wa
  9. “I think…both you and I have a habit of making things more complicated than they need to be.” A soft blink and chuckled acknowledgement offered no denials. Too true. “Throwing daggers. Interesting. That’s a fairly recent addition, likely meaning he’s adapting as the world changes. Fitting, based on what you’ve told me. The man seems to have a pathology all his own.” Sipping at a conferred cup of tea scented with vanilla, he offered her the same while she admitted to rolling the dice with her fascinations. “I don’t quite like the idea of mutually assured destruction.”
  10. A bolt thunked loudly into the right side of the king's crown, knocking it askew and drawing his skeletal gaze towards Sekura. Eyes flaring red were spent spinning an instant later as Freyd armored gauntlet smashed against the far jawbone and spun the undead's skull full round to rest back facing the Whisper, the red spheres within still rebounding within their sockets. "HEY! Focus, dumbass. We're doing a thing here!" Freyd's scowl broke to give his partner an outstretched thumbs up without breaking gaze with his enemy, crediting her for a beauty shot. Steve roared... more like c
  11. Having gathered the squad on the outskirts of Urbus, Freyd's briefing was provided on the go. The plan was to hit as many field bosses as possible in advance of the next guild raid and stock up their larder with as many spare goodies as possible It would also be good coordination and teamwork practice for them, though the group had fared well in their stand-off against the early spawns of Spectral Knights afflicting floor twenty-nine. As those multiplied and spread, efficiency in response would only become more vital. "We'll start by hitting the wasp queen not far from here, then up to
  12. Matching point, Freyd blitzed into the throne room nearly as fast as Sakura's dart, sword slicing across the seated monarch's chest before the mob could even stand. Sent sprawling, the king dry heaevd what must have been meant as indignation for such poor manners. "Ye, ye... It's nice to see you too, old man." Veritas' black blade clashed against the undead's massive rust-stained battle axe as the two engaged in a heavily mobile melee that wove freely about the court's ample space. 'Steve's' heavier blows were slower and staccato, setting an easier pace and rhythm to dodge around,
  13. A snort and chortle at how improv played itself out and her explanation for it, Freyd simply smiled and shook his head with jovial disbelief. “Call it dumb luck, when it comes to my arrival. I was upstairs when things went sideways. By the time I righted, life spilled me out here instead.” Blue screens popped at his periphery and the man breathed a sigh of relief. The rest of his agents had made it out safely, even felling the Spectral Knight they’d engaged before his unplanned departure. “Oh, you’re going up again Steve?” Head swiveling about, Freyd wondered whether he’d so
  14. The way her voice turned when she said his name… unexpected. Even, tender? She cared that he cared. But why? He wasn’t actually sure. Their complex history wove an intricate enigma whose outcome amounted to ‘not hatred’... whatever that was supposed to mean. By now, Freyd knew Mari’s nature enough to sense how it twisted certain things. Mostly as a defensive reaction, there was no doubt it was borne out of a need to protect herself from blame, deserved and otherwise. But she’d grown so accustomed to its deflective properties that several tethers of her common sense wobbled more than they shou
  15. Thread Closing: Just closing an ancient RP-only thread that is never likely to go any further than it did. Alkor receives: 5846 EXP (Word Count [4176/5*7]) 876 col (0 page [0] + 15% P5 Reward [876]) Freyd receives: 11,692 EXP (Word Count [4176/5*14]) 1,753 col (0 page [0] + 15% P5 Reward [1753])
  16. Listening to her responses without interruption, Freyd’s nodded from time to time as he appreciated her candor. A lot of old baggage was spilling out, and they were fresh out of carousels to sort it all, plus the ground crews had long since left this particular terminal. Each of her responses functioned as a new search filter, selectively sieving the limited data they had at their disposal to find something actionable. “You know my feelings regarding NPCs and familiars.” He did, and did no share it. How could he, after everything he’d seen and felt? The Sundered Spire and its afte
  17. Non-combat support: [EV-F29-PP] Not So Familiar <<Fatal Error: Act I>>: +3 Support Actions [[PP-F29-EV]] Time for a REAL drink <<On The House>>: +2 Support Actions Spectral Knight kills: [EV-PP-29] A New Kind of Wrong <<Fatal Error: Act 1>> [EV-PP-F29] Tactical Analysis: Not Good <<Fatal Error: Act 1>> [EV-PP-29] Honey Bun Run <<Fatal Error: Act 1>> [EV-PP-F29] Other Peoples' Messes <<Fatal Error: Act 1>> [PP-EV-F29] What's One More? || Fatal Error: Act 1
  18. Picking up on the scam without missing a beat, Freyd instantly loved the girl's raw balls and balderdash playing circumstance for advantage. She'd catch sight of a momentary grin as his features folded inward beneath his cowl, form suddenly swelling in size by the height of two heads as his hood turned in best Nazghul fashion towards the two prone thugs. Overhead, his green icon crumbled, vanishing as if it were but a veneer, a pretense to facilitate passage among mere mortals unworthy of serving as anything more than fodder for the void. "Are these the ones you promised?" The voice w
  19. Tomoika had many, many shadows. More shadows than light, as any of its denizens might readily confirm, and each of them held perils better suited to the confines of infinite night. Yet, Tomoika brimmed and bustled with life all the same, even if a majority share of it wasn't always the most prim and proper, or even legal. It also tended to attract the seedier specimens of Aincrad's varied player base. Freyd spent many a moon here, or would if it actually one to see. Point was, it was very much fitting his niche and his needs, both in gathering information and dolling out a little unsancti
  20. "@#*$(@$&*(@#$&" It had moved with the pace of a blink, and there were no shadows in reach. No easy escape or convenient shortcut to reach and assist an ally. All Freyd wanted to do in that moment was tear the Knight apart with his bare hands. Gotta think outside the box... Acting on pure, distilled instinct, akin to the most rudimentary yet vicious of mobs, Freyd's form twisted and churned, rewriting his avatar into something terrifyingly appropriate for this floor. Like some wiry cable-bound bundle of digital sinew and innards turned inside out, he bound across the
  21. “Wait… so you know about the floor’s effects and chose to setup a ‘store’ there anyway? Sounds like the type of place that doesn’t like to be found.” Going for full hypocrisy, Freyd had setup his own shop in Angel’s Point for precisely the same reasons. Knowing enough of Mari’s past and trade, the reasons for keeping her affairs someplace few might stumble across it made sense, in a crazy, especially ‘Mari’ kind of way. “What was Beat’s role in your past?” He thought he might already know, the name being more than a quirky musical reference, and in turn made him wonder about the true
  22. Watching realization dawn in eyes of speckled green that grew wide before brows furrowed, telltale markers emerged one after another in her posture and mannerisms. Mari had no idea she’d been out that long. But, how could she not? Breaking gazes, she swiveled like a bobblehead, as it some crucial detail had eluded them both. “I wanted to help with the Spectral Knights.” Hesitation turned to doubt, then outright confusion. “No…wait…I came here looking for Beat.” “Why would Beat be here, of all places? Didn't you say this was your shop?” “Instead …I found someone else - r
  23. "What? No... McGuff...aww, forget it." A brief flash of darkness swapped on black blade for another made of pure nothingness - a void, ever-hungry for destruction given the illusion of form. Bending back at an angle uncomfortable for the others to watch, Freyd's armor wrenched plate against plate as he performed some sort of limbo dance move to dodge the broad swing of the lone remaining matriarch's tail. "Oww..." Squinting eyes confirmed it. The move didn't just look painful, it actually was. In the wake of the titan tail's passage, Freyd swung upward with the hole he held in his h
  24. Was everyone around him shacking up in the middle of a war zone?! Feeling like an even more redundant fifth wheel, watching the surrounding couples bolstering each other's flagging morale... or possibly trying to kill each other.... or making up after the attempt. Honestly, it was all a bit much to sort out while another one of these blasted mirror mobs kept trying to skewer his spleen with its fingertips. Maybe still, giving them a little time.. a few seconds, could make all the difference. Trading blows with the giant glass monolith, Freyd had figured out their pattern more than well
  25. "A day..." he whispered, brow furrowed and wondering where the discrepancy could have come from. Instantly shedding grogged up exhaustion for mania, Mari gleefully demonstrated her makeshift centrifuge, winding the rope and spinning it wildly. Eyes darting to the vial she'd used as a sample, he instantly wondered what it was and where it might have come from? Had she conjured the thing herself? By reputation, she certainly had the skills. A cold shiver reminded him of her original trade as an alchemist and poisoner of no small renown. "Yes... I...err... it's brilliant, I love the
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