Jeeves

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While the others were busy getting all sentimental and stuff, Jeeves loaded another of his sample collection quarrels and fired, snaring a bit of digital flesh for further analysis and consideration. If any of them noticed, they said nothing. And why would they even be watching? He'd learned long ago how best to play to expectations, and that most often meant overlooking him completely. Hardly needing system support, he was already invisible in most crowded rooms, certainly with certain other people around. This crew would be his camouflage. Useful, even likeable, they served his needs a

Ever dart impact left a black-ish green marring on the mob's outer skin, making him wonder what actually lay beneath. Did mobs even have internal anatomy? If they did, the ramifications were interesting. Was it always there, or only reveal itself as the layers above were exposed and peeled back? While this was hardly the mob to be exploring such notions with, it did give him some ideas as to what experiments might be possible. Habishinu's tongue provided a vector from which to trace the potential progress of toxins or even virulent disease. It was only in that moment that he realized

"These drops are fascinating," Jeeves commented, inspecting the lanky tongue provided as prize for Hebishinu's defeat. "It mimics some of the abilities from my latest prototype. Could they be combined? Shame that they seem to be single use, but I suppose we could always return to farm the thing." Running his thick leather gloves through ruddy brown locks, Jeeves' mind was abuzz with potential and possibilities. "Freyd, didn't this thing used to grant paralysis, or am I thinking of a different mob drop? Some of the older guild records get all jumbled, and can be hard to follow up ac

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Where the blast wave rocked the others off their feet, Jeeves was fully bowled over, rolling ass over tea kettle until a tree stump 'conveniently' broke his momentum. "Oww! Dammit. Stupid snek thingy!" Scrambling back onto his feet, the battle was already unfolding into pure mayhem, or has he often preferred to think of it: normal. Ever since joining up with Firm Anima, at Quaestor's urging, he'd been sent on increasingly difficult and dangerous missions. Freyd seemed to think him suited for them, and at first he'd protested, like he protested just about everything. It was his p

Tugging his sleeve down to conceal his newly minted mechanical arsenal, even Jeeves' joy was difficult to suppress. He'd spent a week pouring over all of the details with Ren, scrounging parts or having them custom fabricated by different craftsman to prevent anyone from stealing his designs. Still, all the manic energy had been worth it to wrap the finished device around his wrist and test load it with a dummy dart. He'd spent hours just calibrating the sight and testing it on clay pots and glass bottles line up behind Quaestor's shop - much to Miri's chagrin. "Yeah. I think we're go

Where Ren charged the angel head on, Jeeves was already scheming to deny it access to the skies. Dodging right, in case the field came with its own tricks for players foolish enough to cluster around the boss, his bolts lanced through the air to perforate the mob's feathered wings with impunity. "Foyle! Take care of the other side. If we can keep it down, it'll be just like the wasp queen!" He could already see the archer moving to the far field, bow at the ready for a run and gun effort. Freyd was closing the pincer on the mob from behind, his hammer eager to meet Ren's anvil

Sliding through a field of loose gravel as he moved to get a clear shot, Jeeves timed it just well enough to catch a glimpse of red among purple and fire. Planting his forward foot hard into unstable ground gave him just enough purchase to slow and stop on a pivot, whirling a full three-sixty while he reloaded and fired again. The game's firing algorithms made it easier, tracking in lead time to setup a reticule for ridicule, which he promptly took advantage of every time. Why wouldn't he? The phoenix, meanwhile, was looking rather dour, having been beat up before it could do much of a

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"Floor Nine. Yogan Village." Each member of the squad repeated the words, vanishing one by one to travel from one unbearable hellhole to another. But, whereas the former would suck the moisture from your bones, parch the skin until it flaked off, then bleach your bones, this one would just melt you in a pool of molten magma or fill your lungs with toxic fumes. Verdicts were out on which was worse, but neither received especially fond reviews. "Firebird, right? Hey, Ren. Isn't your familiar a phoenix? Is this where you found it?" Ren shook his head in the negative. "I found

Unlike his counterparts, Jeeves seemed completely unphased by their netherworld passage, emerging on the blistering side with arm raised and aim already set. A subtle twang and yelp as his bolt found its mark, the mob having not even revealed its presence or proximity to the rest. "Found it." Voice cold and self-assured as he swiftly reloaded, already dreaming up designs for his next prototype. Something with self-loading or repeating capacity would be nice. "Underbelly would be softest, but you might all just as well punch through its exoskeleton. This one's not so tough that it cou

"There. That should add a bit of oomph while also mitigating recoil. I just hope it doesn't compromise accuracy in exchange." Tuning out Ren's worry-warting, Jeeves checked the rest of his gear to ensure that he had everything ready to go. Still statistically behind the others, he cared little so long as they kept up their carries. Their recent bouts with the knights had also taught him a lesson about patience and caution, as a small sample taken suddenly ruptured and spawned a whole "Hey, Freyd. Whatever happened to you after that Spectral tossed your hide overboard on twenty nine.

Thread Closing: @Simmone received 2 guild tokens as treasurer of Firm Anima (4 members) Freyd receives: 11,917 EXP (Word Count [3214/5*18] + 3% Guild Rank bonus) 1,841 col (0 page [0] + 3% Guild Rank bonus + 15% P5 Reward [1787]) 1 mon 1 guild token T4 Rare Trinket 245782 Foyle receives: 2,648 EXP (Word Count [3214/5*4] + 3% Guild Rank bonus) 1 mon 1 guild token Rencesvals receives: 2,648 EXP (Word Count [3214/5*4] + 3% Guild Rank bonus) 12,576 col (0 page [0] + Loot [12210] + 3% Guild Rank bonus) 4 Materials (Loot [4]) 1 mon 1 guild token

Rolling beneath Ren's clumsy strides and round Freyd's general aura of mob decimation, Jeeves practically ignored the mob itself in favour of his prize. The dart, still plainly stuck in the rubble wall a few feet away offered untold alchemical potential that he might harness for any number of effects, some more dubious than others. Jeeves didn't care. He wanted it. And that was enough. Tumbling through the battlefield, earning a few stray shards of glass in his sides for his trouble, he finally reached out to claim his prize, when the sample vial suddenly exploded, spawning an entir