Acanthus

THE DATA MAY APPEAR NORMAL, BUT IT IS PRECIOUS ALL THE SAME. THERE MAY BE AN OPPORTUNITY TO EXPAND THIS SESSION'S DATA AS WELL. <<I see.>> Map data, invisible to the naked eye, spied four entities approaching User Acanthus's position. <<Users.>> The program confirmed. <<Perhaps they are here for User Acanthus?>> THERE IS NO PERHAPS. THAT IS THEIR PURPOSE. FRONTLINERS, TASKED WITH BRINGING HER BACK. OR BRINGING HER DOWN. <<That is interesting. Have we encountered these four before?>> WE HAVE NOT. NOT EVERY USER OF THE FRONTLINE

The User's fight played out silently before the two observers. Sparks danced around the two combatants as they wove a dance around the lake, leaving streaks of light burned into the image. <<It is beautiful.>>> The voice remained silent. The program had made an utterly inane statement that did not require a response. It was best to leave alone and avoid encouraging the thing. <<I mean to say the fight is stimulating to watch. Both Taneuma and User Acanthus are fierce and unafraid, which makes the fighting taut and consistent. The horse's lightning attacks pr

IMMACULATE. BUT CHECK HER ATTRIBUTES. WE MUST BE AWARE IF SHE ATTEMPTED ANY... STRANGENESS. <<You are referring to the "cheating" from the previous simulation?>> "CHEATING" IMPLIES THERE ARE ARTIFICIAL BOUNDARIES CONSTRUCTED AS "RULES." IT IS AN INACCURATE WORD. USER ACANTHUS'S ALTERATIONS ARE OUTSIDE THE SCOPE OF CARDINAL'S USUAL BOUNDARIES. BUT CALLING CARDINAL'S ENVIRONMENTAL BOUNDS A "RULEBOOK" WOULD BE SIMILAR TO A USER CONSIDERING THE PHYSICS OF THE WORLD BEYOND AINCRAD AS A "RULEBOOK." IT IS A REDUCTIONIST VIEW. <<I understand.>> The program lied.

User Acanthus arrives at the edge of an abyss. In the dismal landscape, the lake appears closer to a bottomless pit than a placid lake. In a flash, clouds blanket the sky, and lightning strikes the center of the lake. The User's face remains stiff and unimpressed by the grandeur, and she equips her sword and shield without hesitation. <<Counselor, when you say "in more ways than one,” what does that mean?>> YOUR QUESTIONS ARE NO LONGER TOLERATED. WE HAVE REACHED THE DATA THAT IS BEST REVIEWED FRESH. YOU MAY ASK QUESTIONS AS THEY RELATE TO THE FIGHT. NOTHING ELSE. For

The tint of color washed out the User's journey, rendering it a bland pinpoint in a slow-moving landscape. <<Counselor…>> WE HAD HOPED YOU WOULD LEARN THE VALUE OF SILENCE. <<Silence cannot teach me, Counselor.>> ...FINE. THE INITIAL OBJECTIVES OF THE QUEST HAVE LITTLE TO SHOW. WE WILL REVIEW THE DATA LATER. WHAT DO YOU NEED? <<I am curious about what you just mentioned, actually. Would it not be simpler to begin the simulation at the point of contact with the quest boss? We already altered parameters in the previous quest to cut down on U

“It won’t happen.” Acanthus opened her map and dropped a few points as she talked. “Just be careful and stay close to Astra. He should be able to kill both the minotaurs. I’ll be here if anything goes wrong.” Acanthus moved towards Larbrook. He was even bigger than she remembered. “Larbrook also likes to jump in. Or at least he did when I did the quest last time. I think NPC behavior tends to change dramatically based on the Players they interact with.” She nodded in reply, and accepted Astra’s party invitation. “So the first thing to ask is whether the two of you want to see the

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COUNSELOR UNIT 64E7877, REQUESTING A SECOND SIMULATION. <<Query received. Credentials remain verified. Input hypothetical.>> LOAD PREVIOUS PARAMETERS. ADD ADDITIONAL ELEMENTS: DAY 906, USER ACANTHUS SUCCESSFULLY KILLS USER TEION. USER MORNINGSTAR INTERVENES, BUT FAILS. BOTH USERS RECEIVE GREVIOUS INJURIES, BUT ESCAPE ALIVE. <<Last parameter is redundant. Aincrad mends injuries of all kinds.>> NOT ALL KINDS. RETAIN FINAL PARAMETER—THAT IS A COMMAND. <<Acknowledged. Secondary Parameters loading in. Counselor, additional simulations should be

THREAD SUMMARY Experience | 2447 / 5 = 489.4 * 10 = 4894 + 2500 (quest) + 4200 (Dungeon) = 11,594 EXP Col | 128,000 (Dungeon) + 5000 (quest) = 133,000 col Materials | 38 (Dungeon) = 38 materials Other | 1 mon Quest | Tanos Key

Acanthus listened to Nari talk about the frontlines, and how burnout was prevalent among the most active. If Acanthus had any doubts Nari was a frontliner, they would have been long gone by now. The weight in her voice said enough. Nari finished speaking with a joyless laugh; Acanthus recognized it as the same laugh she gave to her coworkers who told the same jokes every week. It was an effigy of laughter. The last thing Acanthus wanted to do was press Nari. She seemed uncomfortable talking, and Acanthus was not exactly chatty herself. It was Reytac who appeared to be the odd man out. He

Another squad in the dirt. The snow? Where was she? Crunch. A hammer crashed into her shoulder, a glancing blow that only knocked Acanthus off balance. She swung back, obliterating the grunt in a single blow. “Hey! That was close.” An NPC guard chided her, and she shot back a murderous look. The guard grumbled, but moved deeper into the battlefield, away from her. Another enemy approached, bearing down with a huge great axe. Acanthus shifted out of the way—a roll would have been better, but she was tired—and the axe clipped the edge of her armor. As she struck back, a warm fuzz

She’d read about people describing battles as long and tedious. Storytellers loved the dramatic moments, enthralled readers with florid descriptions of beleaguered underdogs rallying under a tattered banner. But the storytellers loved to skip past all the attrition that left the underdogs beleaguered. By the fourth mass of enemies, it was clear the party was not the underdog. But beleaguered was an understatement. Acanthus had been hacking away for what felt like hours. Her muscles burned, and her patience was hanging by a thin, frayed thread. “Hello?” “Still here.” She swept in

“I see.” Acanthus nodded, returning to the task of training. Kumaki was proving to be a reluctant learner. She was able to learn, yes, but that desire to learn was swallowed whole by her desire to chase the kids around and, well, eat anything she could get her paws on. “Little bear, that’s not for you.” Kumaki had ended up with a plate in her mouth, still holding scraps of someone’s lunch. She must have wandered through a kitchen at some point. None of the children seemed upset at a stolen lunch; in fact, Kumaki’s wandering gaze delighted the gaggle that was now forming around her an

The man smiled, radiating an exuberant energy. Acanthus could almost envision him bouncing as they searched for the lair, jumping from clue to clue like a child in an easter egg hunt. She did not find herself disparaging his abilities with the comparison; Acanthus had no doubt the only qualities he lacked were equipment and levels. Reytac appeared sensible and collected. And while his equipment would not fell a floor boss, it reflected a sense of preparation and care that Acanthus found comforting. There was no circumstance in which death was a possibility. The other girl reinforced Acant

Acanthus had wandered down to the First Floor, chasing a lead for Argent. It had turned into nothing—they almost always did—and now she had a little extra time to kill before she wanted to be back to her studio and crafting crystals. Her eyes caught the distant shapes of two figures, one of them holding a familiar scrap of parchment. She approached, and made out two different and unfamiliar Players. The first was a square-jawed hammer wielder, and the second, a purple-haired spearwoman. It’s crazy to be running around this game for so long and still meeting new people. Where are they h

“Then the pleasure is not all mine.” He took artoria’s hand. As their palms connected, his stomach dropped three feet, and Orpheus had the distinct sensation of being caught in a snare. Or rather, a more apt comparison would be the Grecian sirens. Danger was plain in the melody, but he refused to stop listening, even as the rocks loomed. A soft voice in the back of his skull irritated him. How is she not recognizing you? She must be humoring you? The joke has gone too far. Just… tell her. Admit this was a prank that got out of hand. stay close to me. you are mine for the song.

Custom Skill Proposal (This CS has been discussed and approved in the Discord under Ticket #0071) Name: >run_cmd swap(int *x int *y) (Disabuse System) Requirement: [[Assault Mode]] Obtained & Equipped, 1x Temporal Distortion offered on skill taken, Must have completed: <<Down the Rabbit Hole>> Cost: 10 SP Passive Effect: Whenever the user activates [[Assault Mode]], swap any two of your core stats as though you just activated Temporal Distortion (Quest Reward from <<Down the Rabbit Hole>>) instead of Assault Mode's normal effects. Description

“Now this is trick-or-treating.” Lessa stood amongst a treasure trove of traditional activities. There was a large bonfire, an array of desserts including caramel apples and smores. Horses milled about the pasture, which intrigued an overeager 3ulogy. “I don’t think they’ll like you dressed like that, 3ulogy.” “They’re just horses, Acanthus. You’re such an anxious mess sometimes.” She just shrugged. He was an adult, he could handle himself. Acanthus decided, given her scare at Jomei’s house, could do with something a little more relaxed. She walked to the porch, poured a ta

We’re still safe. We’re still safe. Acanthus tested the comforting words every few minutes with a quick check of her menu. The map indicated they were going to the right place. The next house was not in a safe zone. But neither was hers, and it had never made her nervous before. Whatever was going on here did not feel very safe. Jomei’s (slash whoever put this event on IC) instructions led them to a long-abandoned house on the otherwise restful 28th floor. But the sun had started to set, and wind stirred the fiery leaves into flames that licked at her feet. Faces from the trees offered th

“I don’t think the dancing has started quite yet. I was hoping to chat a little while longer.” A hot pang of realization hit the back of her skull; I’m not her right now. Mari’s talking to a total stranger: just another guy in a bar. “I’m not trying to… I apologize if I sound persistent. Tell me bluntly to leave you alone, and I won’t bother you again.” It turned out that some things—particularly social cues—could not be solved with a mask and a sense of unearned confidence. Orpheus leaned away, giving Mari space while making it clear he was still interested in conversation. Absent an imm

The thought of being here made her homesick. Beautiful crimson gates beckoned her into the estate and along the winding road towards the shrine. At the entrance, she glanced over a collection of objects to offer at the shrine. She spoke with the hosts as she wrote some characters in a delicate, thoughtful script. "I did not realize you would be opting for a more traditional setting. I apologize for my dress. Had I known, I would have worn something more appropriate. I will enjoy walking the path, and I will offer my thoughts at the shrine." She moved quickly, snatching up 3ulogy before he

The sun had barely dipped below the horizon when 3ulogy sent his sixth message for the day. "Hey it's basically dark I want to go trick or treating you promised" Acanthus thought it best to not complain after being the one to request an early start. Besides, she had just returned from Floor 11 with a haul of suits, but still needed some time to put the finishing touches on her costume for the masquerade. Going early was a much-needed break in the process, and would give her plenty of time before the masquerade's late start. She found a simple charcoal suit, styled for a moderate

She wasn’t sure how Oscar had made it rain, but she had learned to stop asking. He was strange enough, and flaunted the rules of Aincrad so often that Acanthus suspected he was part of the game itself. What other reason would he have to throw extravaganza after extravaganza? Assuming he needed a reason at all. Acanthus held the paper warily. The last time she had attended one of his parties, she let herself get blackout drunk, and woke up to her membership in the Tracker’s Alliance guild. She’d gone from trying to kill Morningstar to taking orders from him. As soon as she learned how to n

Attacks were now bouncing off of the boss’s armor with little to no effect. Many of the party members continued the assault. Ara, to her credit, seemed as bloodlusted as ever. Is that what I look like in the heat of battle? She thought to ask Morningstar before concluding that it was perhaps a little too soon to reopen that wound. But they were talking again at least. She was still ashamed of herself and her conduct. And part of her still did not trust herself around players weaker than her. At this point in time, she still regarded herself as a liability instead of an asset. For now

September 2 Crafts Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 252163 CD: 8 +1 LD: 10 Rare - 10 (+5 Ambition) 2 252162 CD: 9 +1 LD: 10 Rare - 10 (+5 Ambition)