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no matter, she will tolerate being part of the flock until she found answers on her own.

she had moved up from the place where she previously stood -- upwards to the peak of a barricade made up of piled-up desks, then to a second-floor ledge when a couple of npcs attempted to follow, the mount sent crashing down behind her. she turned her head, peered into the window in mild curiosity, and only saw drawn curtains and her reflection.

ladonian, galtean, they all looked the same to her. charcoal covered hands. clothes sticking to their skin with sweat. they were a single wriggling body of flesh conducting fear like electricity as the ring of light amidst the protective encirclement of airships widened. she felt the heat sinking into her skin. the people beneath her were pressed so impossibly close to one another in their bid to get behind the too-few places that offered cover, she thought she could see them grafting together in places.

arabelle leaned her head against the window and closed her eyes, breathing slow.

(the curtains fluttered from an invisible wind.)

she heard the enemy cannons fire. she felt relief bloom from the side of her head, and the air she breathed no longer felt like fire. when she opened her eyes, it was to the sight of the shells exploding against an invisible barrier.

in the end, cardinal knew it was nothing without its subjects.

she dropped down from her ledge as the people watched their protector's figure in awe. it was responsible for the barrier, but she found the rebels' discarded props of more immediate interest. she picked through the emptier open areas, her gaze passing over extinguished torches, pitchforks and spades, until she found it: a standard ripped clean from its pole, blackened in some parts from smoke, but still fairly distinguishable. she folded it lengthwise and wound it around her forearm.

the ships the youngest prince had so helpfully procured for them were nothing more than tiny civilian shuttles, zero military capabilities aside from being heavily armored -- which was typical for ladonian airships. she didn't spare any time picking through the offerings; she went for the rightmost dock, taking the stairs two at a time, then swung herself over the shuttle's railing. once on deck, she walked along the inner edges in a single circle, familiarizing herself with the vehicle. the airship had two levels: the upper had the controls, the lower was a windowless hold that could comfortably accommodate about a dozen people.

frowning contemplatively, arabelle flipped the hatch to the lower level open before she seated herself at the helm, her hands drifting over the panel. she tested each control while still moored, checking the ship's reaction and the changes in the console. when she was done, she withdrew the anchor and let the shuttle float idly in the air for a moment.

she was going to pilot this ship close enough to a dreadnought to reliably set a course for its broadside, then bring it to full throttle and drop into the armored hull before the explosion could kill her.

since crashing was involved, she supposed she already had half the qualifications for the job.

 

tearing up while looking @ dreadnought leviathan references.

- ladonian military fires,
- barrier,

- galtean standard,
- board ship, pilot seat (leave this open for ppl who might hop in)
- "hold on tight tho... bc i'm crashing this thing full speed at enemy starboard."

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the overthrow of the twenty-sixth floor's king was not something she thought would be left to the non-frontline majority, and she had been content to treat it as a minor event until the ladonian military's airships cast shadows over the district and she had to flee the area to avoid being caught up in the crossfire alone.

 

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notes

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Arabelle | HP: 640/640 | EN: 102/102 | DMG: 21 | MIT: 20 | ACC 1 | EVA 1 | LD 1


equipped

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battle-ready inventory

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skills

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● War Axe V
     -> Stamina
     -> Precision
● Cloth Armor V
     -> Athletics
         ... Nimble
● Battle Healing V
    -> Emergency Recovery
● Energist

EXTRA
01. Parry
      -> Vengeful Riposte

MASTERY Damage III

buffs

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Relaxed 
Increases out of combat HP regen by (5 * Tier HP) and decreases full energy regen to 2 out of combat posts.

Filling
Increase the effectiveness of a single food item consumed in a thread by +1 T1 slot. This can exceed normal Cook enhancement caps.

 

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  • 3 weeks later...

the world parts at your heel.

//escorting only

The branch is snapped into a manageable length, shaved, then carved into a thin flat skewer. It's left to soak in a pail of boiled water along with a dozen similarly made implements, a process which is supposed to take half an hour. In the meantime, the meat and vegetables are generously seasoned and cut into uniform slices, and Kali digs through her inventory for a pair of ceramic bowls. One for her, another for the herbalist.

 

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there are parts where the texture has been rubbed off, thankfully only to reveal the red mesh beneath. it doesn't hurt, but once she's taken notice, there's a prickling sensation that takes some effort to ignore. kali takes the offered salve with a muttered thanks.

she wipes the skewer clean with a tissue, dropping it back into the pail, then she reaches for another.

 

NIGHT? ...The English word NIGHT?

The man only spoke once, before he turned and his attention was taken up by someone else, so Kali's decided that she's misheard. Aincrad has no lack of diversity in languages, so a word can be pronounced one way but be written and mean another. She follows closely behind 'NIGHT,' and appearing to look about the colorful gathering in mild curiosity, she instead puzzles over this: if you were living in a house with another person, would you or would you not forget about the things within it?

The kitchen is just as much of a relief as closing the front door had been. Small, warm, and cozy, her fluffy friend's valiant efforts to escape its fate of becoming a cat burrito for the next half hour instantly weaken, and when Kali peers at it from above the blanket, she's treated to the adorable sight of its tiny pink nose twitching as it eyes the plates laid out on the kitchen counters. 

"I'm NIGHT, by the way."

(Oh. It really is NIGHT.)

"I figured I should've mentioned that sooner, but... --also, I didn't catch your name."

It's a pretty word. A thousand pretty imageries for a pretty girl, but it's vague in its abundance -- more a general idea than a unique identifier. However, it would be the peak of hypocrisy for Yue Hua to internally question another's naming choices, not to mention, as a stranger in her own house, so she settles for a gentle prod. 

"Ch'ang Yue Hua." Her expression doesn't change, but her voice takes on a friendly tone. "Or Kali. Just call me Kali. No big deal -- the burden normally falls on the one asking the favor."

When NIGHT turns away from the stove, it's to the cat now peering hopefully up at her. Kali doesn't quite notice this, but when she feels its head move toward her hand, she resumes her favorite gesture of rubbing its chin. "Mm. I forgot this little guy's name, but he was in a missing pet poster and I spent the better part of the day tracking him down. He ran away from home and I suppose he liked the rebellious act too much, because after rejecting all the offered cat food, I only caught him when he decided to steal my dinner." A troublesome chase, but the fact that she didn't come out of it with fresh scratches made it all too easy to look back on it with mild amusement. "He looks so sweet now though, doesn't he? Want to pet him? I've been holding onto him all this time -- promise he doesn't bite."

 

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  • 1 year later...

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Лишь дай мне посмотреть в последний раз
В твои глаза
Я солнцем обернусь, и в них
Останусь навсегда

 

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//500w. 135x135. stats. post actions. thread summaries. the like.

 

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a corpse is talking.

 

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//

 

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a corpse is talking.
 

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LEVEL 21

 

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SYBIL  pride and arrogance
    ______ __ ________   |   late 20s   |   male   |   bisexual   |   6'2" 

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I Am Bored. this is Not A New Character. i am never making this character. everyone look away.
1: bio / 2: tl? / 3: relationships/misc (familiar, residence) / 4: stats, etc. blended mish/ara journal format.

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LEVEL 20:
HP 430 | EN 58 | DMG 8 | MIT 50 | ACC 1 | STEALTH -5

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stamina. reduces en cost of all attacks by 2.
focus. decreases minor critical threshold by 1. also reduces dot thresholds by 1.

fighting spirit. attacking or using howl or focused howl generates +1 additional hate.

//other stats and whatnot.

 

 

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