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With the sun rising early this morning, Yena was moving about trying to get to her location. With the information, she has gained from someone she kind of knew where to go to find a few quests for her to clear. Knowing what sitting around doing nothing was not gonna help her much more than sitting still and waiting for something to happen. But luckily for her, something did happen, the world turned black and once her vision was back everything seemed a bit different. She didn't know what happened and she kind of didn't want to know, Only thing she knew what that she was going to get out and get things going.
It took her a bit to figure out what to do and how to use the sword she got. The blade reminded her of something she used to do before but glanced over it before sitting down at a table to get herself some food for the ride. She always had some food with her and getting everything she might as well get some extra food before leaving towards this town someone spoke of. While sitting at the table and making her order she placed her blade off the table, it was getting old or at least very rusty. Luckily for her Rust would not affect her blade too much. Yena was sitting alone waiting for her food to arrive with an empty seat across from her she stared and looked at her blade. Her pink long hair was set into a bun and she was her hair on the side was moving on a small breeze passing by. Her expression was cold as she looked at a few menus while waiting for the food she ordered. 
Next to her blade, she got out a book with Red and White cover, Empty pages in front of her, with a pen appearing now into her hand she slowly started to write some things down and was focused on her book she was writing.

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Stats

Level: 1 | HP 20/20 | EN 20/20 | DMG 3 | MIT 12 | EVA 0 | ACC 0

Skills

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SP count used: 4

Curved Sword Rank I

Battle Ready Inventory

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  • Blazing Plating | Rare | MIT, MIT | Body Armor
  • Rusted Blade | Vanity | Curved Sword
  • Empty
    • Starting Healing Pods | 50 HP
    • Empty
    • Empty
    • Empty
    • Empty

 

@Hirru

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It had been some time since the jade hunter had to venture into the first floor, but it usually wasn't for any fault of his own.  He had heard of a new dungeon type that had appeared recently and was about to head into the Black Iron Palace, where this new venture would take place.  Suddenly, his stomach started to rumble and it felt like he could go for something to eat.  The hunter would have taken a bite out of some of his consumables that he got recently, but those were starting to taste really bad, even if they didn't expire just yet.  No, he wanted to have real food; well, as real as it could get here.  Not that he would know too much about that.

"Where was the nearest tavern here.."

He mostly said to himself as he ventured around, looking here and there before realizing that he was in his full plate mail.  It would be bad form to look like a front liner while on the first floor.  Instead, he took his armor off revealing his more comfortable sleeveless mock turtleneck.  On his wrists, he carried the twin bangles of silver and gold, Spirit and Favor.  He could never come to take Spirit off, and it always felt weird not to have Favor on, if his armor wasn't there.  Of course, his sword would still be on his person.  Can't be too careless around the first floor.

Finding a tavern, the hunter walked into a rush hour deal.  Many tables were already taken by quite a few people, and the bar was too full to accommodate one more.  The hunter's stomach grumbled once more as he looked around.  There seemed to be a table near a far window with a lone occupant.  It wouldn't hurt to ask to see if he could sit down there.  The worst they could do was say no.

As the hunter came closer, he noticed that the occupant was a lone woman of fair pink hair.

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"̴̛̜̗͖̒̓̔H̶̭̙̘̳͍̯̽ȩ̸̯̤̦͍̤̜̮̺̼̭̽̇̇̀̀̒̐͐̑̎̎͠ ̵̢̢̖̻̣̼̹͍͉͆̽̊͂̿̐̈́̿̄̃͜ľ̵̼̏̆͒̄̇͑̽̚͘o̴̪̰͓̳̺̮̪̻̹̦͚̤͒̅̍̀̃̃̈̑͘o̴̘̥̰̻͋ķ̷̩̪͍͔̙̲̺̬̜̌̄̎͂̅̈́̒̔͘͝ś̷͔̪̺̮̪̂́̚ ̵͔͙͓̲̘͈̆̌̆͋r̷̨͔̦̮̖̙̭̲̺̮̾̀ę̴̲̖̀͌̽̌̈́̂̒͒ȧ̷̳̲͍͈̆͊͊͂́̚͝͠͝͝ͅļ̴̲̟͓̟͆̎̋͐̓͗́͝͝ḷ̶̙̖̫̗̜̫̥̫̯͆̀̎͜ͅy̵̡̡̰͙̪̠̦̭̎̐̕͜ ̶̖̗͓̪̪͇̙͂́͋ẁ̴̢̢̘̀̈̔̍̾̋̅͋́̀͠ḛ̶̛̾̔̔̌̊̾͊͋̕̚͠ï̵̧̨̛͚͓͇̩̫̫̺̺̼̻͒̒̃̀̍̎͆̄̃ŗ̶͎̤̘̜̳̎͂̇̊̊͜d̸̡̞͉̳̻͇̩̮̣͎̂̒͂̈́̌͝ ̶̞̣̻̪̝̙͎̮͕́́̿͜w̴̛̜̱̽̀͊̀̒́́͛̌̒͝i̷̛͎͋̉̇͂͑̅t̶̨̳̮̺̤͇͕̬̺̠̩́̌͌̿̇͜h̴̬̰̙̫̬̼͕̪̔̾̿́̅̿́̈̎͋͠ ̶̻̼͉̠̝͍̤͐ͅg̷̹̩̝̀͐ṛ̸̜̻̹͇̐ȩ̶̢̛̭͓̣͉̦͚̖̰̝̍͌͌̆ͅȩ̶̧̢̬̫̼͙̮͚̽̈́͂ͅn̸͕̦͉̼̠̒͗͋̔͑͑̚̕ ̵̡̞͖̫̟̖̦̺̥́́̀̏̾̚͘h̷̡̥̱͔̭͍̣͇̠̀́͘a̴̡͎̝͙̻̠͈̍̑͐̒͜͝͝i̶̳̲̜̲̫͙̺̍̃͐̊̍͜r̶̜̮̝̟͔̫̟͔̺͕̓͆̑̓͜͠͠,̸̤̟̞̠̮̅̑͌͝ ̸̧̟̥͉̋̊̍̊̎̑̔͒͘̚͘͘ȳ̶͔͖̠͓̟̩͖͍͈̳̟̠͆͆̀ǫ̷̡̠̣͖̩̙́͗̓̐̄͘̚͝ͅu̵̠̤̲̽̄͐̿̅̈́̕ ̸͍͖͔̲͍̪̠̮̺̈́̈͗̃̒͠k̷̭̮̹͓͖̘̟̘̹̮̲͐͆͌͐ṇ̵̟͍̰͉͉̦̈̈́̾̓̑̽̒͋̓̈ỡ̷̮̟̫͕͈̀̈̓̄͆̀́͝w̷̢̺̗̰̳̆.̴̥͕̘̗͎͈̑"̸̢̧̨̰͓̭̂̏͗̽̈͂̀̃̌̓͛͜͝ͅͅ
̷͖͂̈́̋̈́́̅̄̏̑̉̇̄
̴̢͖͚͕͕͌̄̋͐͜"̸͈̻̘͑̓̀͋͋̈́͋͐̂̈́͝͝Ą̵͇̮͍̖̦̀t̴̜͈̪̦̟̪̼̖͕̠͙̫͐ ̶͕̻͍̫͂̈́̈̄l̷̡̮̩̠̋̎̓͐̑̌̊͜e̷͓̰͓̼̺͙͎̟̫̬̽̈͂̉̈͒̀̚a̵͍̦̤̻͂͒̋̈́̕s̴͈̱͋̓̿̌̂́̇̈́̈́͊̃̒t̸̡̡̢̧̠̪̮̭̮͓͈̆͊̃͋͛̕̕ ̴̰͉̮͔̻͚̯̑̾͊͜͠ī̸̞̠̳͙̗̮ṭ̵̡̧̢̡̭͓̣͓̍̍̄̊͋̽̈́̕͝͠'̶̛̺͍̱̗̘͒̈͒̓͋̈́̍̉̍͗̉ş̸͙͙̰̰̰̞̜̰͋͊͝ͅ ̸͍̓̂̈́̓̊͘ả̷̦̪͖̝͇̩̭̦͎̞̐͒̓̕͜ ̶̣͔͍̦̜̪̲̇͑̈́̅͐̐͂̏̚͠b̵̡͕͇̞̻̰̈́̆̏̇̔̾̒̀̕͝e̴̥͑͂t̷̥̀̑̔t̵̡̰̱͙͎̭͉̠̩̬͍̿̊̈́́̉̀͛̀̕͠ḛ̸̫̗̩̬͎̮̮͓̪̖̍̉̍̎̀͗͘̚̚͘͝r̵̖̤̗͚͍̟̻̗͇̓̂̉̿̐̅͜ ̵̡̛̪̰͓̫̤̍̓̐̽̀̽̈́͜͠m̴̨̀̈́̃͛a̵̡͔̯͉̫̝̲͎̤̩̍͗̈́͑̑̀̌̈́͛͠t̷͕͑̋̄̅͗̓̚c̷̬̥̖̪̀̎̀̏̄ͅḩ̸̧̼̮̝̺͋̔͌͛̑̒̈́͊̈̓̓̕͜ ̵̞̪̈͒͆͆̿̿̊̿̒ț̴̢̨͎̣̟̖͉͙̟̪͆̆̐̓̚͜͠͝ḩ̴̪͇̠̠̥͉̹̈̍͌̽͒͑̐͝͝a̸̡̲̰̠̹͗n̶͙͍̜̑̂̆͝ͅͅ ̷̪͈̥̦̜̤̤̳̆̑̈́o̷͓͎̙͚̯͓̫̟͆̈́̈́̌͒̎̿ŕ̷̻̱̞̻̩̲̳̟̒̆̎̀̋ą̵̛̺̹͙̙̦̼̮̞͗̇̾̆͐͆̅̽̈́̌ͅņ̸̝̟̪̠̻͔̘̼̺̟̻̐̑̚͝g̵̡͎̣̻͉̹̹̟̰͋̍̋͋̀̐̀̄̊̏͗͜͝e̸̮̘̠̓̑͗̍͌͊͝.̴̙̬̬̑"̴̘̟̜̰̾
̸̢̧̭͈̭̻͎̬̳̻̩̅̐͐́͋́̕
̷̡͙̫͎̻͉̱̬͖̻̉̆̐̀̆͋̎̈́͒̚̕͝"̵͈̪̠͉̦̭̟́͒͂̓̀͘Ẅ̸̫̰̪͚̜͉̲̲͙̼́̊h̴̨͓͒͗̎̇̈̃͝͝ő̷̻̖̭̯͓̔ă̶̪̥̣̤̠̝͒̌͛,̸̺̥̤͊͐͗́̍͛͊͑̈́͠ ̴͍͇̹͇̮͇͆ͅn̴̺̦̳̹̆͛̒ö̴̧̧̧̘̳͓̰̦͊̀͛́͠w̴̧̧͙̺̠͖͙̱̯̖̹͐̐̕̚!̷̢̤̜̱͓̗̠̜͓͓̘̈́͒̉̾͌́͛̕͘ ̴̡͍͌̉́̈̀͝ ̸̹͇̺̌̉̓̔̑͜͝ͅY̵̭̋̔̐͊̓̏͂̀̇̔̈̚o̵̞͉̙̱̪̬͂̌̃̽͐͋̓̓͝͝ṵ̸̢͔͛̋̂͆̿͑͑̌̿͠͠ͅr̴̨̨͈̱̲̫̳͛̓̎͜ͅ ̷̖̓͊̌͐̓͗̕p̷̢̛͍̱̼̲̞͎͇̝̠̠̔̒͌̀́́̑̈́͐̋͠ḭ̴̛̺͓͔̲̆̾̌͊̒̍̈́͐̓͑͜͝n̵̨̨̜̝̜͖̻͙͍͙̱̱̓̑k̵̢̛̠̩̆͑̂̀͌͆͂͌̈́̋͝ ̵̼̻̰͔̘̾̈́̾̆͒͠ȋ̷̲̭̲́͋́̄͒̔s̴̗̄̈́̀̇̏n̵̢̺͚̺̞̱̯̙͆̅̔'̶̡̺̭̝͓̦͙͎͎̹̔͂̂̇̽͘͜ͅt̷̠̼̱̪̀̎̌̒̊̀̀̚͜͝ ̵̛͖̮͚̝͚͙̺͕̟̠̰̱̽͛́̽͛̋̂͛͑á̵͉͊͒̀͗̀ǹ̵̛̤̝̮̌̈́͑̚y̵͇̳̹͍͉̓ ̸̡̠̲̳͎̱̟͖̱̰̥̆b̸̨̘͈̱̦͙͍̆ͅḛ̵̛̪̱͍̘̠̂̀͐̄̈́t̴̼̪́̽́̊̓̈́̏̂t̵̛͉̘̘́͋̂̔̎̾̏͝͝ę̵̫͕͔͇̟͓̍̔̓̓ͅr̴̞̤̭͎̤̜̰̤̒̔͛̄̓͌̅̚.̵̨̡̧̯̮̼̜̱͓̐̿̒̓͗̆̚͝"̵̨͙̓̌͊̐̈́͠
̶̢̝̣̫͉̰́͆͊͜
̷̟̭͖̰̬͔̽́͜"̸̞͚͔̘̗̯̤̥̒̋͒́̈́́͜W̷̻̬̜͙̺̭̲̯̺͉̙̽̒̀̽h̴̤̱̞̠̩̬̝͓̀̋̍̇͘ǎ̴̹̊̆̃̈̈̋̾̋͘͝ẗ̷̡̩̣̻̯̫̥̘͙͕̜̱́̽̈̋̈́ ̶̣̗͓̤̟̲̟̩͎̈͐̇̎ḑ̶̘̤̳̯̻͖͔̖͉͓̎͒į̶̨̨̡̫̘̺̩͇̒̉͌̂̈̂̇̅͜d̴̢͈̹̘̖͙̘͓̰̝̙̂͑̔̃͌͑̀̓͌̾ͅ ̷̧͇̃̈́̄́̔̿̂́͘y̴̨̧̱͍̥͇͕͔̜̘͒̿͌̉̅̄͂̍̕͠o̴̺̼̦͑͂u̸̧̡̨̥̟̖͑̿̑ͅ ̵̡̨̧̠͉̼̭͖̦̆s̶̡̻̲̰͖̆̒͒̽̚͘͝a̴̢͔͚̰̩̺̤͖̤̖̼͌͆͑̊͆̚͜͝ẙ̸̫̯̹̟̣͎͎̯̹͖̖ͅ ̵̪̦͎̬̞̜̳̭̯͎̱̔̀̚͝a̶̡̧̛̦̤̣̟̞͕̟͊̂̄̐̈̿̊̈́́̿͝b̶̡̖̼̹̟̫̘̅̈́̌͜o̶͔̟͍̾̆u̶̠̤̼̫͚̪̱̿́̆̃̈́̇͘̕͘͝t̵̡̛͚̙̙̠̆̄̑͑̊̒͂̀͘͜͠ͅ ̶͎̆͆̏̆̓̓͋̽̈́̈́̈́m̴̨̪̟̗͉̠̪͇͙̎́͐̿̀̃y̷̺̱̙͓̱̔͐̈́̐͘ ̸̢̡̙̖̮̘͙̼̑h̵̪̒́̓͌̏͒̀̌̀̀͆̀ͅȃ̷̢̫̞̲̤̖̹̑͆̓i̴̡̲̞̝̩̖̟̠̓ͅr̸̡̺̦̺͐̈̚!̵̮͓͔̱̘͕̠͖̦̫́̿͗̃̿ͅ"̶̨̳̫̉͗̔̈́͂̌̀͑̓͗̕
̴̡̡͈͕̬̙̙̱͚̱͗̆̑͊̈
̸̧̨̛̹̗̤̻̪͉͖̝͆͑̎̈͋͂̌̽̊"̶̞͇̙̺̮͍͎͎̝̆͗͘͘A̸̭̤̮̠̘̣̒̆̀ͅć̸͓͚̻̟͕̗̲̱̀̏̒̏͆̿̔̕̚ḳ̵̨̛͈́̾̇͑̇̈́̓̿̅̈́͘!̵̥̺̺̙́͑͒̔͑̀͐̍̀̋̎͆ ̵̗̯̫̖͉̭̦͍͎͇͙̍̆̍̍͊̎̆̆ ̴̢̢͓̼̱̘͔̳͕͍̱͎̏̃̓͑͋̎̂̌̚͝Ȉ̷̱̹͎̼̼̅̑̄̓̿̀'̴̧̮͓̹̱̜̹̗̮̘̩̜͒̇̕ḿ̸̨̩̠̫̩̞̠̭ ̴̢͕̼̟́͒͒͠s̸̨̢̢͔̭̻̦̰͍̤̜͕̔̌́̅͒͘̚ǫ̵̡̻͖̠͉̅̆̎ṙ̸̛̻̠͕́r̷̨̫̥̠̞̖͇̗͈̯̅́ŷ̵̨̧̧̛͈͓͚̰̦̬͖̩̓̍̐́̔̑̿̃͘͝ͅ!̷̰̟̦̱̫͘"̷̡̬̯͌̓̇̀́̈́̇͂ͅ

He shook his head before walking over.  It seemed she was busy with something so he tried to wave within her peripheral view to get her attention.  Although, if anything, the most attention bringing thing about the hunter was his jade green hair that was kept up by a red headband.  A silver crecent emblem seemed to be pinned on the headband itself.

"Hello miss?  Do you mind, if I sit here?  The tavern is getting busy, and there are no more open tables around."

Hirru Stats:

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Hirru Lvl 31 (PL 26)
[H:0]<<Hirru>>  HP:720/806 | EN:110/110 | DMG: 23 | Mit: 0 | ACC: 3 | EVA: 1 | LD: 8 | PAR: 1 | ENVENOM: 32/4

720 HP (+100 PL)
110 Energy (+10 PL)
3 Accuracy
1 Evasion
8 Luck (11 w/ Favor Dungeon roll)
23 Base Damage [28 w/ Charge]
0 Mitigation
30 Thorns
1 Paralysis
32 Envenom 

Equipment

Shelob's Fang ...................... // +1 Accuracy, +1 Paralysis, +32 Envenom
Spirit of the Jade Dragon .......... // +2 Accuracy, +1 Evasion
Favor of the Golden Dragon ......... // +3 Luck Die
Blades Cloak ....................... // Vanity
Lun'Rael's Insignia ................ // Unique Vanity | 
Dimensional Backpack ............... // +1 B.R.I Slot

Battle Ready Inventory

<Teleportation Crystal> x1 ......... // Teleport to a town / out of a dungeon [Uses 2 posts: 1 for use, next to teleport]
Bulwark ............................ // +72 Mitigation
<Rush Bar> ......................... // +12 EN
<Potion of Moderate Healing> ....... // +10% Health Recovery
<Empty> ............................ // ????
<Empty> ............................ // ????

Skills

Two Handed Straight Sword .......... // Rank 5: +7 DMG (Event Unlocked: New Combat System)
Heavy Armor ........................ // Rank 5: +35 MIT
Search and Detect .................. // Rank 5: +5 LD | +5 Stealth Detect
Charge ............................. // Rank ?: +5 DMG on successful first strike / -1 ACC / -5 EN / 5 turn CD
Energist ........................... // Rank ?: +20 EN
Combat Mastery: Damage ............. // Rank 3: +12 DMG
Lockpicking ........................ // Rank 3: +3 LD on chests

Extra Skills (Max 4)
Martial Arts ....................... // Rank 0: Unlocked Teck-F SA
Restorative Strike ................. // +10% Dmg inflicted as HP healed
Concentration ...................... // +1 to your BD / 5 turn cooldown / -5 EN / 5 turn CD
Survival ........................... // Heal 44 HP when out of battle each post / Negate environmental damage
Shatter ............................ // On hit, negate 15 Mit before dmg calc / -5 EN / 2 turn CD  Unlocked Tech-D SA

Skill Mods (Max 5)

Reveal (Add on)..................... // +2 to Labyrinth searches|Post 15 searchs
Dismantling (Add on) ............... // +2 LD on chests
Detect ............................. // +1 to Labyrinth searches| +2 Stealth Detect
Impetus ............................ // +1 Dmg
THSS Ferocity ...................... // +2 Dmg to all THSS Sword Arts
THSS Stamina ....................... // -2 EN to all THSS Sword Arts 

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Yena was writing in her book while she was waiting for her food. From time and time again the sun reflected onto her blade and into her eyes stopping her from hyper-focusing on writing. what should I write here, this sentence seems too complex for her to say, but on the other side she would probely wanna jump in here to make new friends.  she thought as she wrote her book. To her this was an escape, to write about the character she made before all of this happened, and kind of dropping her in Yena's shoes and see how she would end up, Yena sadly knew she would never be like her character of the book, she is way more heroic and brave. Even more so that Yena was completely the opposite of the character she wrote about. As she was focused on her writing she was completlely zoned out and someone willing could just look at the book and see she was writing a story about a brave heroin jumping in to help people in need from angry boars and help people around town to make not only herself stronger but also everyone else. But Yena was nothing like that.

While being so focused she didn't look up from the person walking up to her, only giving a slight node to him and speaking up with a quite calming soft voice wrapped up in silk. "Go ahead, the seat is empty yes. I am not waiting for someone anymore, At least not for a long time ago," her voice hovers seemed to trail a bit off in the end while her expresion was all the same all over her face, No smile no beat, Nothing. At the moment Yena didn't seem to be fully there even tho she did accept the person to sit there. But it didn't seem to effect her much and she kept writing her story

So after that dangerous battle she would go up to the person she helped and asked if they are alright, and tend to their wounds, That seemed right  she thought as she wrote it out in the book. As she was writing a bit more her order came in, a small sandwich filled with cheese salade and some tomatos and other healthy stuff, Once the plate was set down without much hand eye cordanation she just grabbed it and with one hand writing down words and the other allowing her the eat she just kept going. "I need a villian," she said to herself yet again in the calm and solf voice just as before when she allowed the person to take a seat next to her.

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"Thank you."

He would say before sitting down opposite to her.  She really didn't seem to mind, or was it that she didn't care?  The hunter could not tell.  Though, the sound of her voice trailing a bit was concerning.  It had been a little over two years since everyone got stuck in this game.  It could take a heavy toll on those that decided to keep safe in the Town of Beginnings.  He wanted to say something or ask, but that was poor form.  Everyone was there at some point, or another.  In facts, Hirru himself..

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"̸̨̯̦̳͍͕̣͉̬͌̃H̷̨͎̯̔͂͌̕è̴͎̻̓͛̈̕͝ ̶̛̮̱̗̆s̸̢̬̱̹̺͖̭̟̖͈͖̳̈́͐͊̕ẹ̶̛͔͛͑̾͌̒͌̈́̋é̸̳̦͔̭̃̈́m̴̫̯̗̻̟͓̙͙̿̈́̊̆͗̌̍̏͗̒̕͘s̴͖̩̗͙̱̱̈̃̆͆̈́̈̋̀̚ ̵̩̰̳̎̽̀̎̄͆t̷̛̠͉̍̒̄̿͋̉̅̕͝ọ̸̧͕̜̱̲̰̻͙̮̭͍̆ ̶̧̝͈̩͎̟͎̙̭͍̏͗̏̅͝ͅb̵̢͙͍͙̮̠̦͉̲̬̲̉͝͝e̸̥͖̫̠̤̽͘ ̴͎̱̭̻̩̠̻̜̻̰͈̀̎̀ȃ̴̡̡͎̮̻͎͙̈́͋̋̊̋̎̒͑̆̈ḇ̵̢̢̛̛̺̪̱͈͎̜̪̩̌̅̍̎l̶͓͓̩̳͔̼̆͗͆̀́̍̍̑̅́͝ȩ̸͔͖̗̝̠̰͉̖̥̐̀͐̔̒̄̽̿̈́̏̕͝ ̶̳͍̪̱̑͊͆́̇͊͘͝t̵̢̝͈̺̲̟͌̔̔͑͆̿͠͠ơ̴͎̿͆̐̏̓̈̋͆̐̊͝ ̶̛̗̌̆͂̂̚͜w̴͍̻̭̎͑a̵̧͙͍̜͙̩̜̲̲͑̀̀̑̅̐̚͜l̵͚̩̏̎̾̈́̓̍͘ḵ̴̥͙̇̂̓͝͠ ̶̟̘̯͙͍͌͆͐̐͗̈́̀̄̀͘͜͠͝n̵̡̡̺͓̱͍͈̘͖̱͕̑̃̑͒ͅơ̴͎̠̟̩͈̺̄̈͂͆̿̉̕̕w̸̟̜͊ͅ.̷͍͇̓̆͛̈́͋̋͒̔ ̴̧̧̘̝̣̜̹̯̗̞̫͚̋́̊͊̾̇͒̓̈̃̄͠ ̵̢̞̖͓̪̞̠̮͖̮̎̾̐͐͘͠Ĉ̸̹͙̦̼̰͓̓̀̒͗͒̔͊́͝ͅͅa̵͍͎̱̥̟̥̯͎̫̙̍̄ͅn̸̡̡̹͉͎̩̖͇͙̮̟̓̓̃̍̉̃ͅ ̵̢̢̧͓̞̗͉͈͎͖͋̀̍͑̈́́͝h̴̛̼̠̤̭̺̜̣̥͖̲̞̓́̽e̶̞̯̥̹̩͕͚̬̎͑̔̆̈̈́̅͐̌͘ ̴̨̯̙͔̭̳̙̫̱́̿̀͂̈h̷̰̲̜̝̥̣͖̖̒̌̿̇a̵̡̬͇̦̮̬͆͗̌n̵͉̰̜̠͕͓̼̼̾̿͗͒̌̆ď̴̼͕̹̅͌́͒͊̿ḻ̶̛̱͇͐̋̾̈͌͛̐͌̈́̾e̴̢̡̻̜̻̞͉͒̒̿̍̒̚͝ ̸̢̥̯̳̰̖̹͗̆͒͂͒͆̿̀̐̏̑͠a̵̛̱̯̯̦̥̅͛͆̐̇̋͘͝ ̴̗̮̙̙͇̩̜̎̏͋̄͊̀̌̉̈̅̚ś̶͓̲̝̜̣͇͈̘̬͈͈̖̊̿̾ẃ̵͚̄͒̈͋̕ö̶͖̬̳̠̺́̊̇͌͂̂̓̒̃͑͝ͅr̵̫̼̥̲̟̎͐͜d̴̢̲͓̮̫̮̮̯͇̼͍̓̎̇̿̒̽͗͛͘?̸̨̨̢̡̢͉̰̟̠̖̣͚̎̽̀̌̈́̏͛̕̕"̷̠̰̓̒̉̌̔̒͑
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̸̛̱̋͐̍̀͘"̷̳̬̻̹̈͆̀͐͛͘͝͠ͅÏ̸̟̇̀͆̌̐͒̆̈́̚ ̶̻͖̫͎͎͔͕̲͎̗̭͆̈́̐̌̇͗̑̔̒̐͝ḑ̶͑̾̽̂̚̕u̴͔̰͚̮͆̅̿̽̾ǹ̷̖̤̹̤̩͌͌̈́̍́͘n̶͖͙̥̰̤̱͚̏́͛̾̀͂́͋͌͝o̵̻̱̰͈̘̝͑͑̊́̎́̆̃̚?̷̧̡͓̹̰̬̞̻̞̜̗̋͝ ̸̝͎͍̳̦̝͓̄͑̀́̏̍̑̾̐ ̴̛̱͓̥̜̜̹̦̖̱̞̌͆ͅḨ̸̨̹͇̹͉̩͖̤̫̬͆̌̄ͅì̴̧̡͉̳̗̘͎͚r̶̨̛̟̤̍ṟ̸̛̳͎̞̦̍̊̽̆̅͠u̶͍̭̥̦̺̤̞̳͎͈̱̿̃͌̀̃͊̓́͌̚͝͝,̶͈̳͖̀̓̚ ̵͈̹͈͙̭̩̈̓͝d̶̩͙̋̒̓͒͆̄͘ͅe̸̮͕̭͎̬̥͈̎̅͘̕ạ̴͆̔̊͋͝ŗ̷͕̥͇̥͚̼̬͎̱͐̈́̂̆̔̀͌͜͠.̷̧̳͔̱͍͈̗͍̼͙̽̕ ̷̗̲͈͍̲̜̩̤̏͜ͅ ̸̥͒͒͋̈́̅W̸̫̹̭̓̌̅͜͝o̸̠͓̤̓u̴̼͍̓́͂̈́͛̍̚͠ḷ̴̡̨͍̭̩̰͉̫͕̽̈́̎̆̍̈́̈́̚͘̕͜ḑ̵̧̜̰͙͈̻͙̱͔̖͆͆ͅ ̶̮̬̖̦̭̼̣̉̐͐́̄̋̔͠ÿ̴̛̻̰͍̹̾̓̐͘o̵͓͔͕̤̲̩̘̗̪̰̍͑̈̒̓ů̸̱͉̼͙̻̉̽́̅̓̂̅̈́̓̚ ̴̲̭͕̼̮̟̙̙͕̱̳̻̍̒̊̓̚͝͝m̴͚͚̞̥̍í̴͕̟̮͖̱̥̈́̃͝ͅṉ̸̨͔̦̱̞̘́̔̀̏͂͜ḑ̴̢̡̲̭̤͈̝̮͙̥̎̌ͅ ̷̧̼̪̜͔͍̺̤̟̊͗́͆̀̓̈̊̊́̐p̵̤̫͖̜̥͔̯̞̙͋͒̋̂̽̂͘ư̷̲̼͓̟̮̗̼̆̋͌̉̽͊͘̚ͅl̶̨̙̞̝̅̂̐̆̽̽͑̂̕͝ͅl̴̨̥̙̝̞͎̭̯̼̬͉̀͋̀̈́͝į̶͙̻̻̗͎͙͚͉̯̈́ͅn̶̩̩͙̄͒͐̎ģ̵̠͙͉̳̞̲̗̗̦̝̖̃́̈́̀ ̴̝͖̈́̀̀̔̾͗͌͆̆̆̐͊ẏ̷̡̫̘̬͗̍̿̏ơ̷̟͑̍͊͋̋͊̒̕̚͠͠u̸͖̦̰̤͓͎̍͋͌̒̾͌͗͘͜͝ṛ̸̩͔̌́̉̉̅̈̓͆̊̔̅͘ͅͅ ̵͍̗̗̭̃̂̓͐̀̄̈́́̀̽̒̄ͅs̶̱̞͈̉̎̈́̔́͐̈̌w̴͕̆͝o̴̡͓͙̠̮͖̬͙͓͋͑́͌́́r̵̻̳̼͇̿͛̑́̄̄͂͜d̴̳̤̫̺̎͗̋̌̉ ̷̡̡͈̖̣̈́̇͂̆͒̇̓̀̇͠͝ȯ̴̗͕͕̣͍̽͗̐̾̄̔̋̕u̴̞̬̰̓̀̉̀̀̊͘͘͘ṫ̴̘̲͚̬ͅ?̸̩̳̙͔̘̟̩̬͇̒̿̊͊̓͐̈̄͆̈"̷̡́̀̊
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̶͇͇͑͆̀̔̓͑̒͐̀͑͠͝"̸̛̫̗̞̪̯̝͙̗͊̈͛̾ͅȖ̶͈͎̉̈́̉h̷̨̢̖̳͇́̆̀͐̃̓̊͐̄̾͝.̵̫̑͑̅̈́̈́̽̕͝.̴̺̀̈́ ̶̞͕̙̟̰̘̍́̀͛̓̇͗͝o̶̙͉͖͎̻͖̞̯͑̇̅͑ͅk̵̡͔̤̲̩̝̲̗̣͗͜a̶̢͈̹̻͓̟̟̬͗̐̒̃̒̕͝y̶̢͚̻͓̆̆̊͛͛́̀̓͂.̸̧̧̩̮̮̬̐̌̉͌̀̃̕ ̸̟͕͔͙͓͓̝̋̑̀̍͌̐̑͐̚͠ͅ ̵̦̉I̷̬̗̣̱̩͈̣̟̫̖̫͆́̓͛͜ ̴̨̦̥̦̤͕͖̄̾̂͂́̓̓͑͆̕̕͝d̵̛͍̹̤͇͙̤͕̍̋͋͛̌̃̋̇̚o̸̜̒̈́̓͛͝͝n̷̡̬̗͇̫̈̾͗̽̀̃̐̐͑̓̾͠'̷̥̟̲̜̼͖͕̽̈́̍̋̅̏͋͂t̴͔̗̮͎̣̟̞̀̓̽̏̋̐̋͋͋̅̕͜͠ ̶̨̡͈̱͔͓̦̙̥̋̃̚̚͜͜ṭ̸̓̿͠h̷̦̐̂̆̆́̒̀͋͐͗͠͠į̶̛̩̤̰͎͕̗̫͍̖̻̑̋̅͝͝ñ̵̡̨̙̫̘̜͕͓́̉͂̌͘͝k̶̺͖̻̩̭̳̯̞̭͙̝̓̃̏̀͊̈́͑͐͝ ̷̨͉̞̟͇̫̣͖͕͍̃ͅt̷̟̗̄̆͆h̷̬͔̱͓̥̬̹̞͈̩̩̋͂̋͋͗̿͘͝ä̴͓̝͖̰̦̺̝̺́̅̄͌̔̊̈́t̸͍̥̞͚͈̯͗́͊͘ ̵̡̗̱̟̹̝̩̭̱̯͈͊̉̈́͠w̶̢̛͔̥̲̼̾̏̂̒ͅở̴͈͎̼̹̾̊͐̀̀̏̃͗͒͘r̶̡̢̬̘̫͓̱̫͌̾̌̐́̐͠k̶̛͈̀̉s̸̲̯̳̀̓̂̇̚ ̷̢̟̖͎̞̪̣͖̿̈́͒̑̏́̔̀͑͆͗͜͝ͅq̷͙͍̩̫̟̯̔͆́͒͑̀̃͌͗̐͂͝u̴̧̪͓̠͉̹̼̿̄̍̄̕͜ͅi̶͚͎̱͙̹͋͆̐͋̄̊̏̽̈́̆ṱ̶͖͇͖̤̜̹̒͐͒̑̂̂̊͂͜͝ĕ̴̢̧̫̣͎̫̞̝̮͙̣̑̅̌͗̑ ̴̛͔͓͖͚̠̈́͋̃́̒͋͋̏́̿w̷̦͙̘̬͕͒̒ẽ̸̼͇͓̲͕̩͖̜̬̦͝ͅĺ̴̞̞̹̮̻̦̹̖̯͗̌͒̓̏l̶̼̹̺͋̒͋͋.̸̧̫̭͔͍̃̈́̽̋͑̀̐͒̋͜ͅͅͅ"̶͙́͒̀̿̆̂̕
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̸̼̥͇̼̤̃̃́́̅̈́̈̑͆"̶͎̠̜͚̠̺̩̰̍H̶̢̺̗̫̙̟̠̀̈́̇̀̌̚̕͘ͅe̵̳͙̠̫͗͆r̸̨͕̯̳̦̒̍e̵̡̖͙͉̗̞̤̩͊̈́̇͊̾,̸͇͙̗̱̬̹̚ ̵̨̢̡̘̪̘̈̓̄͗̒͠ư̷̡̼̫̤̙̝̰̯̬͓͒̎̌͐̾̓͘̚͝͠͝s̴͓̭͌͌̑̂͛̓̿͆̓̌ę̵͔̻̍̉͌̽s̴̨̧̭̰̮͎͕̺͙͉̅̌ͅ ̶̧̧̗̪͖̥̘̳̟̤̽̀͛̾̒́̏̐̚̕͜͠o̸͇͑͋̈́̃̕n̴̗̙͔̈̉͒͌̈́̀͗̽̇̒͘͝e̵̡̛̥̩̻̣̯̹̳̺̙̺̤̋̂̍͐̌̚͘͠ ̸̛̳̫̦́͑̀͌̓̈́h̴̲̼̦͙͗͂̒͊̓ͅą̶̧̛̰͍̖͕̘̖̤̯͍̏̀̈́̀̃̔́̇͜ņ̸̨̢̗͎̠͖̬͆̀̿̃̑́̏͑̚ď̷͇̯̗̝̗̰̱̇̄͂̔͊̍̊̑͌͛͜͠ ̴̢͇̳͖̜͓̬͙͇̆͗͛̿̎̍̉̍̅ͅt̵̥̍̀́̄̓̃͘̚̚͝o̷̡̭͖̫̟̹̦̺͓̦̥̿̚̚ ̷̢̰̠̬͙͈̫̲͚̜̘͐̂͋͒̀̏̊̇̽̎̒̚͜p̸̼̠̯̬̈̇̃͛͗̊͆̃͝ͅu̶̡̧͔͓͕͔͍̪̱̖̻̎̏̀̂̿̑̚͝ͅl̴̟̰͋͜l̵̻̪̪̙͕͔̦̯̜͋̄̊̆̈̿̉̉͝ ̸͚̝͎͊̊̑̿͛͋̌̚̕͠t̴̡̧̟̖̞͇̺̫̂̍h̴̢͓͍͍͂̍̈́͗͑̈́̊̕͝e̷̟͇͔̦̥̦̠͍̓̆̋̍̾͜͝͝ͅ ̵̟͔̋͛͒̒͌͛̋̓̐̓̈͝s̶̡͈̹͔̲̜̝̖̹̱̈́̿̔̇͛̀͑ẅ̷̡̟͙̩̥̟̟̝̩̃̀͋̒̚ȏ̵͍̳̹̦̗̥͉͕̻̲̿́̐̒̍̊̉̓̃̄ŕ̸̢̦̩̳͕͇̠̣̳̓͊̚͜͜d̵̫̲̀͗͌͂͑͗̀̂ͅ ̴̛̠̟͔̖̖̖͖̩̭͚̙̝̂͊͛̐͛̒̎͆͆ó̷͎̭̬̠̫̜̬̬̎ú̴͔̼̫̱̝͓̱̠̐̅̈͋͊͋̈́͑͘͘ͅt̶̝̥̻̣̝̩̝͔̱͆͆́̈͗͆́͘͠ ̶͈̒̈́̽͊͒͝b̵̧͛͆͗̅ỹ̷̛̮͖͇̭͉̓̒̂͛̆͆͒̚̚ ̸̢̢̹̫̙̺̤͙̭̘̎̉̐̓́͌̈́͠t̸̡͓̩͉͈̞͚͈̣̀͋̾͆h̶̠̝̫̞̄̿̉̌e̷̬̺̮̤̲̞͓͔̝͒̋̆̈́ ̸̧̡̨̧̖͓̬̣̞͕̘̼͐̓͝h̸̛̯͒̒͐̅̉͊́̏̕͘̚à̸̡̝͂͝ṇ̵̛̛̻̹̗̥̳̾̐̈́̌͗͒͘̕d̷̛̻͙̄̒̉̋̀͆͝ḽ̶̼͕͕̩͚̈́͝ȩ̴̫̭͉́̈́̊͝ͅ,̵͍̘͚̪͇̮̭̙͉͂͑̓͑̀̂́̀̒̕̕͝ ̶̧̺͖͙̟͎̘̬͎̍̉̐̂ͅȃ̸̡̨̢̤͇̙͍͖̰̍̓͆͊̅̅̍̕ṉ̴͓̻̞̖̝̬͑d̴̘̳̞̲̦͔͉̱̥͓͓̈́̌̄̀́̇́̉̕ ̸̢̤͉͚͙̰͇̪̝̬̩͉͌́̃͐̈́̔̍̕͝ǎ̸̡̰͖̣̪͍̟̣̳̹͋͗̏̔̈̎̌̾̈́͘͜͝ň̸͖̩̖̗̈́̀͑̄͂͝o̵̱̼͇͙̘̐́̒͂̃́̀͛̄̋ṯ̶̯͔̖̙̪̖̥̺͋͒͛̂ͅh̶̨̢̙̳͈̒̎̒̀̉̈́ͅe̵̛̳̯̫̽̾͆͂́̓̈́͑͆̈́͠r̴̡̨̛̘̥͎̖̥͎̫̞̓̈́̏̂͆́̎̌͘͜͝ ̵̢̳͇̗͖̟̟̮͗̓͐̔̿͑̚͝t̴̡̢̘͉͓̮̣̭͇̭̦̄̈́̄ó̷͇͉̜̰̦̍̇̂́͑̇͝͠ ̵̯͍̹̤̞̳͉̻̹̄̐̇̉̐̈̊͒̍̓͘̕h̶̨̛͙̯̮͙̬͎̝͚͗̅͊͒́̕ȍ̸̜̳͎̗̺̱̱̉͗̀l̸̰͖͖̕ḑ̸̹͔̣̲͕͙̦͇̬͇̔̀ ̷̮̩͙̊͛̃̀̂̔̽̔̃̕͠t̵̫͙́̑̐́̀͒h̴̭̟̞͂͗̾̓͗̀̍̑͝ȩ̷̢̧̀̈́̆ ̷͕̹̭̳͇̌̈́̇̊̌̍͂͐́͠s̸̭͆̂̄͛̽̓̿̌̀ç̸̨͍̞̤̭̘̙̎ͅa̷̧͙͌̽̾̄́̾͝b̵̳̀̈́͛̏b̶̛͕̟̩̳̩͌̾̚a̷̧̛͉͍͉̫̯͇̾̑̉̔̈͆͠r̷̛͖̼͚͚͙͗̉̇̾̀͂̽͑̀̚͝d̵̪̗̭̖̝̯̮̜̯̜̙̆̐̓̑̉̐͗̒̅͌̽.̷̛͙̟̀͐̄̂ ̵̧͖͉̣̻̦̆̔͋̌͒̀͘̚ͅ ̸͍͉̞̤͎̙͍̝̽̌̅̑͜Y̸̧̡̯̝͍͎̖̾̑̍͘͜͜͠͠ͅę̴̳̝̭̜͕̣̣̣͎͙͕̒͑͝a̵̤͂̉h̴͈̞͇̫̹̺̗̲̼͎̆͜!̸̖̝͉͙̳͉̦̳̼̣̲̰̓̋̀͆̉̂͋ ̶̤̯͈̠͒̓̓̚͜͝ ̶̺̫̭͉͓̝̹̪̯̤̦̪́́̃̒͋̊͊͘L̷̞̳͖̝̎͑̈́̑́͒̀͋̔ỉ̷̡͍͇̲̺̦̻̬͕̽͛͝ḳ̶̜̲̳̝̟̫̀͌͆̎́̓̎̎͐̈e̶̦̟̲̝͚̮͈̠͌͗̾̊͆͆͘ ̷͇̤͔͖͌̂͑̓̚͝t̷̢͚̟̜͋͌ḩ̸͆̅̈́͒͐̈â̸̡͈̩̫̰̘͙̝̪̻͇̼ẗ̶̟̫̮̜̼́̆͘͝.̸̭̐̑̾͋̓̈̐̉́̕"̸̥͖̭̟͎̠̤̝̭͈̝̿̽͗̓̃
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̷̫̖͖͇̺̜̀̊̄̾̈́̔"̷̭͓͒̀͆Ȳ̷̛̤̲̇̔͛̚͠ó̸̧̨̲͚̩̳͓̺̳͉̉́̃̌̀͒̍u̵̡̠̱̪̼̪̒͜͜ ̷̨͔͍̼͎̝̫͐̇͋̅̏͠l̶̨̮̣͕̤̣̝̯̓̍̏̀̃͐͐͘̕̕͝ŏ̸̡̗͈̘̻͈̲͇̹͍̈́̓̈͌͆͌̓̌̏͌͠ò̶͉̗͚͆̀͑̑̿̕͜ͅk̵͓̥̭̬̣̹̑̽̋̇̉̌́ ̶̨̬̻̰̈́̏c̴͎̳͔̤͓̼̻̖̺͓͒͆̚͝ą̵̜̪̯̤̬̠̲̬̣̊̊͂̂p̸̛͚̟͂́̈́̋͆̌̃͌͝͝ă̸̝̳̻̿̓͊̊̕b̷̛̖͈̗̦͙̠̜̈́̍̽̀̈́̍͊͘̕͝l̷̨̩͎͕͕̩͍͉̗̙̮̳̈́̿͑̌̏̂̃͝͝e̴̢̢̙̯̳͚͇̜͓̲͝ ̵̼̩̮̞̬̥͍̱͙͛͒̀̽̎͐̆́͝n̴̦̺̯̰͈͎͕̩͕̱̿͋̽̈́̌o̸̡͚̩̖͎̺͚͚̬͒͑̀̑͐̂̇̕͘͠w̵̨̰͕̬͓̗̘̼̭̬̫͉̎͊̈́̾́̋̃͂̍̒̃͝.̷̧̛̜͕̣̼͈̻̰̲̝̤̓̕ ̴̢̟̳̪̤̦̼̖͓̺́ ̵̢͉͓̘̟̜͋̆̓̍͗̂͛̒́̍͘͠W̶̥̺͔͓̭̞̘͈̟̋͆ͅh̷͙̣͈̮̫̩͋̊͋͗̈͠͠y̴̨͔͍̘̳̒͐͗͂̐̒͋͝ ̸̧̝̞̩̣̓̅ḑ̶͓̟̭͍̣̤̈́ͅŏ̴͙̳̲̪͐̑̅̾͌̐́̄̕̕ń̷̤͉͎̲͔͓̱̟̹̆̄'̷̭̩̂̇̀̿̈͆͠ẗ̸̡̨͈̠̖͍́͋̎͋ ̸͔̹̝̻̘̍̈͊̎͂̋͜͝y̶̧̥̻̐ȯ̴̪͔͚̣͚͙̥̙̀̉̈̋ủ̵̱̘̙̘̞̝̙̈́̿̀̇͠ ̷̛̺̠̯̮͉͗̈t̴̨̹̬̲̪͍̄͒͋́̀ŗ̷̡̬͍̞͈̼̯̪̙̮͒͌̽͝y̷̡̠͈̲̹͙̙̅̆̂̂͗̂̈͠͝ ̸̧͓̼͈̳̣̥̟̱̙̬̍s̶̡̩̻̺̼̟͔̭̍̉͋͝ŵ̵̪͚̐̏̈́̉̏̇͗͊͗͆ì̴̧̢̡͉͕͕̗̖̖̺̼̉̈́̉͐͗̒̌̍͑̚͝n̶͉͔̼̉̚ġ̴̳̲͋̎͛̚i̴̛̥̣̺̣͑͛͋͋́̏͘͠n̴̨͑̓̿̅͠g̷̘̺̼̼͔̮̲̓͂́̏ͅ ̴̼̣͇͚̲̦̝͉̳̖̘͑͊̂̇̍̅̀̃̕͝͠į̷̧͉̺͍̥͎̚t̷̻̥̯̟̜̃̔͊̎̑̆̂̏͆̚̚͝ ̴͚̯̾͐͒͂̑̓̚a̸͚͔͓͒̐̌̅͝t̶̙̅͛͒̑̃͊̐ ̵̪̍̓͜ṭ̴̡̯͕̪̆̏̂͆h̶̳̗͍͍̹́̀̍̏̔͌̆̓̈́́a̶̯̎̍t̶̛̘̹̹̜͎̮̜͙̩͖̟͓͐͌̈́̐̎͒͘͝͝ ̴͍̃́̉̓̋t̷̥̥͉̟̳̿͆̽̍́̈́r̶̨̡͚̬̳͖̣͔͖͙̲̝͒̾e̵̮̞̱̬͇̗͐̓̓̌͐̔͆̀͆͠ẻ̸̫̬͊̇̄͑ ̶̫̤̞̈́̾̈̅͘͝ẗ̷̡̡̹̹͙͇̺͖̬͖̪́̌̒̄̀̓̊̈́̏͝h̴̡̧̟̩͉̤̳̺͈̮̩͊̌͑́̿͌͊͐̆͘̚ȇ̵̻̅̉͊̏͊̓̊̅͆͒r̵͙̀̏e̷̡̡̲̤̭͇͎͎̦̝̖̾̀̎̽̌̅̈́̚͝.̷̼̬͇͖̞̘̩̂͗́͒̓̈́̊̃͠ͅ"̸͈̿̔̈́̓̾͘
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̶̨̧̦̼̘̠͈̺̈́͒̊̋̄̈̈́̕͘͠"̷̻̠̞̟̇̓͆̈́̇D̶̨̢̛̤̱͍̙̰̻̘͚͕͍̔̚͝ö̵̘̟̮̥̫̝n̵̢͓̺̓͒̈́̋͗͑̓͠'̵̧͇͔̱̺̥̼̘͂́̊̽̃̾͆͜ṫ̴͇̩͔͖̺̿̍̀̔͛̊̃̑̏̚͝ ̵̢̧̪̦̩͎͓̫̤͚̱̏̽͆̐̅͋h̶̨̢̛̘̯͉̤̣̞̓̉̉ü̴̡̺̲̩̻͖̫̤͑́͐̓̂̊̽̚͜ͅr̶̛͉̣̗̦̒̄͗̿͗͛̄͘͜͝͠͝ṫ̷̠̗̖̭̋̆̾̊͝ ̷͚͚̱̲̯̑̽͂̀̀y̸̰͖̙̪̭͉̘̤͍͒̈͆͐̏̔̔̕̕͝ͅö̸͇̝̞͔͓́́̍̏̈́ů̸̜̫̹̪̜̝͙̘̾̎ṙ̷̼̓͜s̴̨͓̟̪͓͛̑̐̀è̶̜̝͈̭̜̞̤̖̲̮͛̀̆͒̍̓̊l̷̛̗̜͎̲͗͋f̴̨̛̪̖̘͙͕͍̟̱̖̘̞̈́͐̎̿̓̉͠!̶̡̝͎̣̫̻͈͎͈̮̊̆̾̃̌͊͐͜͠"̶̘̱͙͔̘̿̓̈́́͑̋͐̌̄̽

Instead, he would take an order from one of the NPC waiters that frequently roam the tavern.  The soup of the day seemed to be good, so he ordered one of those and waited for it to be done.  He would look out the window to catch the suns rays before noticing that the woman before him was now eating her sandwich while still writing.  It was intriguing that she was using paper rather than using the notes system within the communications menu.  Curiosity would get the better of him when she sort of spoke aloud that she needed a villain.  Was she writing a book?  The hunter could barely tell from the other side of the table.  He sighed before taking his gaze towards the pages themselves.  All he could make out something about a battle and a heroine coming over to help.

"A villian, huh?  Maybe try betrayal?"

He shrugged before sitting back in his seat.

@YenaZoul

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Eating her sandwich and writing a bit she really wasn't paying attention to what was happening around her. She didn't even know that she was talking to someone. She turned a few pages back to her notes in the beginning of her book. Looking closely there were keyword in there from appearance for a character, Bunnyfolk with pink long hair, Magic user of fire and wields a Katana. It was almost a spot on disqription of herself, at least in appearance. Then next to those notes she started writing more notes. "Villian that would betray my heroin, Sounds interesting, anyone can be a villian, maybe the one she helps has so much pride that they would end up becoming the villian by wanting to be better then my heroin become friends and then stab her in the back." she said quitly before looking up from her book and finnaly realising that she had company.

She stared a bit and just stared at her book, her eyes going between them. Did she say it okay to sit here, why would she even do that. She paused a bit then took a bite out of her sandwich, So I said he could sit here looking at the place here, and I was probaly talkin to myself again, No mind lets just fix this.  she though before sitting up straigh and represending herself to him. "Name is Yesh- ... I mean YenaZoul, but call me Yen please. And you are someone, could I get a name from you," She said as her solf anc calming voice seemed to turn a bit into a more stern but still soft voice without any clear emotions on her face at all. She looked him up and down for a bit and noticed his hair, she wanted to stay something, something along the lines of Protaganist hair or Greenland, but only thing she got out was "Green, Interesting, pretty brave. I mean your hair ofcourse, Its quite brave for you to do so, but I can't judge you mine is pink." She lifted a bit of her hair that went down her face and was still completely emotionless. 

Putting away her book and finally finishing her sandwich she took her full focus onto the guy ahead of her inspecting him a bit up and down, noticing that she never seen somone with Green hair at all on the first floor, not only that, he also seemed out of place and seemed to have been here to do something else, "Not from this floor are you, Maybe seeking the thril of something new here," Her face turned into a sort puzzling expresion. "Welp I hope you enjoy your food as well as I did, even if I was on auto pilot back there," She said with her soft bit firm voice.

@Hirru

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Realizing that he may have overstepped a bound that he shouldn't have taken.  After acknowledging the answer to her question, the hunter noticed that the lady before him straightened up and her eyes were actually paying him far too much attention than what he called for.  He would hold his hands up, palms out in a show of no harm, though she didn't seem care about that.  She introduced herself as YenaZoul, but prefered Yen for short, it seemed.  The hunter would oblige the introduction with his own.  He was also impressed by her acknowledgement of him not being a full resident of the first floor.  Nothing gets by the residents of the Town of Beginnings, they're always observant.

"Well, hello Yen.  My name is Jade Hunter, Hirru.  You can just call me Hirru, though.  I'm a hunter of treasure and loot, and the jade is.. well."

He pointed to his hair that she seemed to understand well was quite weird.

"It's meant for luck, not that that has helped much.  I was heading towards a new dungeon that opened up on the first floor recently.  How about you?  Just planning on writing your.. novel, is that it?"

Hirru liked to ramble, but that's what happens when someone with so much information has time to himself.  Since he had lost most of his memories from before Sword Art Online, Hirru had only read a few books in game, but they were the 'information in the middle of the book' deal that only required a page or two of reading to get what he needed.  There weren't that many books out there that could be seen as actually player made, except for some player guides made by beta testers back in the early days.  The hunter always wondered where those B.T's went.

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