Bee

Sitting on the sidelines bothered Bee. She wanted to do more; help more; heal more. But every time she stepped into the streets of Ilridge, she ran the risk of dying. Every single monster she came across could end her life in an instant. She was awed by the strength of the frontliners who faced them every single day, keeping the hordes of Floor 29 at bay and challenging the most fearsome creatures. How it was even possible was beyond her. “I’ll walk you back to the teleporter. The streets are probably still hectic,” Morningstar said. He stood, putting on his red coat. “If there’s any

They sat around a table, ignoring the tumultuous screeching coming from the other room. The Shambler was in an uproar, but that wasn’t so unusual. It happened from time to time; eventually, it would tire itself out and quiet down. Morningstar tried not to let it bother him. He was holding it captive after all. “Okay, but say the sword is the cure. How do we find it?” Morningstar asked. Bee kicked her feet up on the table top, wobbling back and forth in her unleveled chair. “I dunno. You’re the expert. Where do you normally start?” “Brokers. Bistro, these days. But I can’t imagin

Bee shut her eyes, waiting for the ringing to end. She leaned over the table and buried her head in her arms. FATAL ERROR was burned into her eyes; even closed, she could still see the faded remains of those two words. She stayed there, waiting, long after the window had vanished, until she heard her name being called. “Bee?” came Morningstar from the room over. When she didn’t answer, he called again. She raised her head. “Still here,” she managed. He stumbled around the corner, his face paler than usual. “Did you see that too?” Bee could only nod, trying to catch her bear

Bee | Lv.6 | HP: 120/120 | EN: 30/30 He hesitated before the cage. Dying Sun had the habit of hurting its foes, but it was the only form of paralysis they had. The Shambler needed to be sedated for Bee to safely attempt her skills. He drew his blade and stuck it between the bars of the cage. The Shambler squirmed, letting out a screech at the sight of the weapon. “I’m sorry,” Star muttered, jabbing the creature as gently as possible. He did it again. And again. Over and over, he stabbed it until the paralysis took effect. Bee watched in silence. “Start with First Aid,” Morn

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Bee | Lv.6 | HP: 120/120 | EN: 30/30 In Ronbaru, everything was pretty. Loud explosions cast colours and patterns across the sky. Dresses, gowns, and robes of similar styles were donned; Bee had found a pastel pink saree embellished with stones and cut beads. Everyone looked so beautiful. She stood off to the side of the Gyan Chauper, watching as a pair of girls finished a game. She was intrigued by both the game and by the closeness of the pair. They were basically interlocked while they took turns moving pieces across the board. When they were done, and it came to her tur

Bee continued to rub her knuckles, watching intently as Freyd pummeled the sand shark back into the ground. It exploded. She had never seen anything die before. The corpse turned into blue sparkles, floating away from Freyd's fist. She could do nothing but stare in awe. Is this what the frontlines are like? With their quest complete, the group immediately began to split up. Left alone with the two women, Bee panicked and scurried off. "Oh, ok bye," she mumbled, hurrying back to Fortaleza. A new to-do list replaced the old. Screw Rosa. She didn't need her. She needed a weapon, some fo

Why a whip? And what was a fedora? She laughed awkwardly. "Yeah, maybe." She had no idea what he was talking about. What a day. Very quickly, Bee went from falling into a lie, to adopting two (extremely pretty) new girls, to watching Freyd beat a blind shark half to death with his bare hands. He just punched it... and cracked its armor... She frowned, weaponless. The expectation that they were to also contribute puzzled her. She couldn't do what he just did. She didn't think anyone could do what he just did. She rolled up her sleeve and charged at the beast anyway, replicating Freyd'

To tell another soul that she had been denied (and quite frankly, scammed out of several thousand col) by a woman who was supposedly a top tier support on the frontlines was far too embarrassing. Instead, she lied, plainly offering a tale that, oddly enough, made more sense than the truth. She fumbled her words. "Museum," she blurted out. "I was looking for a museum." Okay, so maybe it didn't make much sense. Bee wasn't even sure there was a museum in Fortaleza. "I'm a bit of a history nerd," she chuckled, committing to the fib. What was she even talking about? She didn't know two things

Bee couldn't say what it was that brought her to Honeydew & Hushwind. In truth, she was lost, but there was more to it than that. The woods on Floor 8 were tricky, complicated. They called to you, stringing you along until you ended up in the cave of a sleeping bear, a fiery treant's domain, or a lonely appraiser's shop. The cabin, located far from civilization, was a checkpoint of sorts; it was the perfect place to rest and recover your trail. The owner tried his best to be of help to lost wanderers. He knew the forest like the back of his hand and could point you in the direction of wher

Bee wasn't sure who this Abdullah fellow was, nor was she familiar with the sand shark referenced; however, if combat was her long term goal then this seemed like a good place to start. "She must like you," Bee smiled, not sure what to say. The shadow that engulfed her shoulders was soothing. It almost felt like the temperature had become normal, like she wasn't smack dab in the heart of a desert city. Freyd's invitation was a kind gesture. She would never have had the courage to take on a creature like Terra Firma alone. Not that it was a bad thing—it would kill her in a heartbeat.

Slow down, ya damn mongoose, came Bee's inner voice. They rounded a corner, past a museum and what might have been a pawn shop. She had almost run straight into the dark-haired man on the other side, stopping just in time. Another player joined them as well. She hadn't noticed the guy following her—or maybe he was chasing the familiar as well. The mongoose seemed to have taken a liking to Bee, for some reason or another. The shadowy form wrapped around her leg, coiling like a much cuter version of a snake. "I'm Bee," she introduced herself without looking up from the strange familiar

Her usual attire, consisting almost entirely of dark fabrics, proved to be a mistake. It was made for mild temperatures—nothing too cold and nothing too hot. She did not have an alternative for desert climates so instead, she suffered. Her skirt made it somewhat bearable. She welcomed what little breeze there was and grew miserable every time it passed. No price would have been too much for an ice cream cone from a specialty street cart or a cold plunge in the ocean. Unfortunately, the only ocean around was made of sand and ice cream on one of Aincrad's hottest floors seemed like an unlikely f

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