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"This looks more promising." A series of sizable trees had fallen over a small spit of land projecting out into the pond, offering better access and vantage over the open water. Maybe, if he was lucky, it might also

Flipping open the lid on his latest catch, Freyd barely noticed as the contents spilled into his inventory. "Vayl. My name is Vayl. And, uh... Mari's kind of wandered off. I'm not really sure how I ended up here. Some Captain Nemo person invited me in, and I guess I sorta figured that he might have offered the same to Mari, so I followed." Freyd looked completely unimpressed. "Let me get this straight. You have no idea where Mari is, so you just decided to wander Aincrad randomly on the off chance that you might bump into her?" If Montjoy could speak, Freyd expected th

"Holy shit!" 'Sir Flabbergast' seemed a bit too agog to have much combat experience, or maybe he was just easily impressed. Returning to his seat and plopping himself down onto the same spot, Freyd couldn't help but wonder if the game would eventually imprint his butt-cheeks into the stone if he stayed here long enough. Probably not, but the thought was amusing. A casual shrug was all he offered to the stranger. "What's your name, anyway? Please don't say Lancelot." "Uh... what? No. I'm...err... Vayl. My name is Vayl!" "You anxious about something, Vayl?" A single r

A quick spin and lateral strike sent the Hand spiraling sideways and left a deep rut in Eden's previously pristine lawn. Nemo wouldn't be happy, but that was a problem for later. Lunging forward and holding his staff like a spear, Freyd stuck the mob mid-knuckle, where the middle finger met the hand. It seemed like some sort of equivalent to its solar plexus, but the damned thing's anatomy was so weird that there was no true comparison. It could just be like a hand. Freyd scowled at his shadow, whose mocking sarcasm was not appreciated. These things were like the nuisance weeds o

"Oh, we met at the Tanabata event last year. It's a bit of a weird story. You should ask her, if you get the chance. My name's Freyd. She'll probably curse when you mention it, but we both know that's her most obvious sign of affection." He delivered the entire spiel with a pleasant smile on his face and without missing a beat. Their was far more complicated, though there was a sufficient kernel of truth to his words that it suffused the rest and passed muster. Freyd and Mari has a tenuous past, mainly due to the strange notion he had that she was a hero in waiting - deep, deep waiting

'Lancelot' blinked, as if Freyd had just slapped him across the face with a wet fish. His eyes mirrored the internal struggle between his brain, perceptions and expectation. A complete stranger who knew Mari by vague description was not at all what he'd expected. "I....er...umm... yes?!" The man had a naive, knightly air about him that made Freyd think he was just a kid, despite his considerable stature. It was likely some manner of overcompensation, or romantic infatuation with noble ideals. 'Poppycock', he thought to himself while maintaining a distinctly neutral expression. "How.