[PT][F/05][PP]Sandstorm Waltz

[Lysette 0]

Bloodstained Land

Flashback, taking place immediately before the events of Floor 29.

It was a warm spring day, just as it always was. Floor One never changed. The same people, the same fixtures.

Like Lydia. 

Adjusting to life in Aincrad had been a challenge. She had gone from the top of the world to the ditch. That might have bothered some people, but without the oppressive presence of her hangers-on, she had found freedom in her captivity. From late morning to early afternoon, she could be found before the fountain in the central plaza. She practiced her art for all to see, upturned hat some small distance away where her admirers could drop a few bits of Col if they so chose. It wasn't much, but it kept her fed. Kept her booked at the inn. Threadbare sheets be damned, she wouldn't trade her newfound freedom for the world.

What was done in private could now be put on full display.

Her first love, her true passion. Poetry in physical form.

Lysette could enthrall the masses, Lydia merely wished for a humble and quiet existence.

But it carried with it a sort of guilt. That she could be doing more. That she had some sort of responsibility. All these years she had found comfort in her routine, hearing the of the rumors of the Frontlines and their desperate struggle to see them all home. The thought of being locked in mortal combat with some monster, only to lose her life because she wasn't skilled enough or leveled up enough terrified her. 

But being at odds with herself was nothing new.

And, it wasn't enough to make her brave the dangers.

Lydia finally wrapped up her daily performance, smiling lightly at the scattered applause from those who had stopped to watch. As she stooped down to collect her earnings for the day, she saw a small lick of flame out of the periphery of her vision.

"Heya! Wanna do a quest?"

Spoiler

"Name: Lysette
True Tier: 1
Level: 1
Paragon Level: 0
HP: 20/20
EN: 20/20

Stats:
Damage: 1
Evasion: 2
Stealth Rating: 1

Equipped Gear:
Weapon/Armor/Trinket: 
  - 
Armor/Trinket: 
  - 
Shield/Armor/Trinket: 
  - <<Blade Pendant>> T1 Rare Trinket | 2 EVA

Combat Mastery:
  - 

Combat Shift:
  - 

Familiar Skill:
  - 

Custom Skill:
  - 

Skills:

Extra Skills:
  - Hiding R1

Inactive Extra Skills:

Addons:

Mods:

Inactive Mods:

Battle Ready Inventory:

Housing Buffs:

Guild Hall Buffs:

Scents of the Wild Totem:

Wedding Ring:

Crafting Profession:

Gathering Profession:
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Edited 7 hours ago by Oscar

[Abellio 0]

Lydia jumped at the question. She swiveled her head around, looking up at the man who had just suddenly appeared from nothing. Abellio. Or so the letters above his head spelled out. She met his gaze and immediately felt disarmed. They were bright orange, wide and welcoming. Her eyes moved down his body, over his open shirt and down his torso. She paused, admiring the inkwork that framed his lean midriff. 

The lie that she would tell herself if anyone called her out on her gaze lingering just a bit too long.

She knew what he was about at a glance. But where others slithered their way into her life, coiling around her as another set of chains, he was just… open. Abellio was warm and welcoming and sincere. He reminded her of the bright sun on a summer’s day, shining and nurturing and scorching.

“Uh, you good?”

Lydia jumped again, her eyes snapping back up to meet Abellio’s gaze. “Y-yeah, sorry. I zoned out there. It’s been a long day.” She offered him a slight smile, while in her mind she berated herself.

Lie better, Lydia!

If Abellio noticed anything, he had the decency not to call her out for it. Instead, he repeated his query:

“You wanna do a quest?”

Lydia blinked twice in quick succession. She’d hoped that she had misheard him the first time. Of course she didn’t want to do a quest! That was far too dangerous! But she couldn’t say that to him. Not in that way. The way he looked at her, wide-eyed with that goofy grin plastered on his face, stopped the words dead in her throat. As he waited for her answer, he bounced up and down on his feet. She thought it was kind of cute how he seemed to just vibrate with energy.

“Uh… Sure?”

She didn’t sound certain. But Abellio didn’t care.

“Awesome,” he exclaimed as he grabbed her by the wrist and excitedly began marching deeper into the town. “I’m super low level too so let’s go get us a carry!”

 

Spoiler

"Name: Abellio
True Tier: 2
Level: 15
Paragon Level: 0
HP: 300/300
EN: 48/48

Stats:
Damage: 13
Mitigation: 40
Battle Healing: 3
Stealth Rating: -5

Equipped Gear:
Weapon/Armor/Trinket: 
  - 
Armor/Trinket: 
  - 
Shield/Armor/Trinket: 
  - 

Combat Mastery:
  - Combat Mastery: Damage R3

Combat Shift:
  - 

Familiar Skill:
  - 

Custom Skill:
  - 

Skills:
  - Battle Healing R1
  - Heavy Armor R5
  - Straight Sword R4

Extra Skills:
  - Forgotten King's Authority
  - Lady Luck

Inactive Extra Skills:

Addons:

Mods:

Inactive Mods:

Battle Ready Inventory:

Housing Buffs:

Guild Hall Buffs:

Scents of the Wild Totem:

Wedding Ring:

Crafting Profession:

Gathering Profession:
"                                                                                                                            

 

Edited 6 hours ago by Oscar

[Oscar 0]

Lydia didn’t even have time to protest. She merely clung to her days earnings as Abellio took them down a labyrinth of streets and alleys. She had never been to this side of town before. It seemed incredibly sketchy. Were she wandering the streets alone, she would have definitely given this area a wide berth. Wouldn’t even have looked at it. There were too many blind turns. Too many crevices to hide people with ill intent. But Abellio didn’t seem bothered.

He wasn’t… stupid was he? 

But a man like him could probably handle most bad actors. He didn’t strike her as the violent sort, but he did strike her as the type to throw down if he needed to.

“Where are we going?”

Her voice was weaker than she would have liked. But she was so far out of her comfort zone, she couldn’t even see the light anymore.

“Oh, I know a guy,” Abellio said. “Totally owes me a solid. Figure he can help us out!”

That wasn’t at all a helpful answer. Eventually, they came to a pair of run-down buildings. One with a glass door and the other with a wide glass window. Abellio tugged her towards the former, throwing open the door and pulling her inside.

“OSCAR MY MAN! I NEED HELP WITH A QUEST!”

The inside did not match the outside. The raggedy exterior definitely covered the gem within. The floors of black and white checkerboard, polished to a shine. The red leather booths, stools assembled before a bar that reminded her of the golden age of Rock n’ Roll. There was even an old-timey jukebox in the corner blasting AC/DC's Highway to Hell. People often liked to depict heaven as a diner and maybe they were right. 

To her, this could very well be heaven.

 

Spoiler

"Name: 
True Tier: 10
Level: 34
Paragon Level: 63
HP: 980/980
EN: 130/130

Stats:
Damage: 29
Mitigation: 147
Accuracy: 6
Evasion: 3
Battle Healing: 54
Loot Die: 5
Stealth Rating: -5
PHASEREC: 4
HLY: 16
BLI: 32/-20 

Equipped Gear:
Weapon/Armor/Trinket: 
  - <<DIVINE RANCOR>> T4 KATANA - HOLY/HOLY/PHASE/BLIGHT 
Armor/Trinket: 
  - <<TACTICAL UNDER ARMOR>> T4 HEAVY ARMOR//MIT/MIT/MIT/REC
Shield/Armor/Trinket: 
  - <<IVORY GOLD LEAF RING>> T1 TRINKET//ACC/ACC/EVA/EVA

Combat Mastery:
  - Combat Mastery: Damage R3

Combat Shift:
  - AOE Shift

Familiar Skill:
  - 

Custom Skill:
  - 

Skills:
  - Battle Healing R5
  - Charge
  - Energist
  - Extended Weight Limit
  - Fighting Spirit
  - Heavy Armor R5
  - Howl
  - Katana R5
  - Quick Change
  - Searching R5

Extra Skills:
  - Forgotten King's Authority
  - Meditation
  - Parry
  - Survival

Inactive Extra Skills:

Addons:
  - Ferocity
  - Focused Howl
  - Iron Skin
  - Precision
  - Stamina

Mods:
  - Detect
  - Impetus
  - Night Vision
  - Tracking

Inactive Mods:

Battle Ready Inventory:
  - <<CRYSTAL OF DIVINE LIGHT>> ID: 236066 x1
  - <<DARK SERAPHIM>> T4 HEAVY ARMOR - VAMP.D2/HOLY BLESSING 2 x
  - <<GLOVES OF CAERUS>> T1 LIGHT ARMOR//3 LD x
  - <<IMUGI'S INSPIRATION>> MASS HEAL x
  - <<Kyūketsuki>> T4 KATANA//ABS.ACC/PHASE/VAMP2  x
  - <<RHINO'S HORN>> ID: 236068 x
  - <<SANCTITY'S RUIN>> T4 KATANA - FROSTBITE/BLEED/BLIGHT/BURN x
  - <<TELEPORTATION CRYSTAL>> x
  - <<TIGER'S BALM>> ANTIDOTE x

Housing Buffs:
  - Basic Kitchen: Increase the effectiveness of a single food item consumed in a thread by +1 T1 slot. This can exceed normal Cook enhancement caps. Ex: A perfect T2 MIT food gives 35 MIT instead of 30.
  - Storage Closet: +1 Battle Ready Inventory Slot
  - Living Room: Increases out of combatHP regen by (5 * Tier HP) and decreases full energy regen to 2 Out of Combat Posts.
  - Attic (Bedroom): +1 Expertise to declared utility skill. Cannot boost a skill without ranks, or increase a skill past its maximum rank. Cannot boost a skill the user has not learned yet. Ranks obtained using this buff will make the mods of that rank available for purchase. Mods obtained this way are unusable if this buff is removed until the skill is returned to the appropriate rank by way of SP purchase.
  - Basement: Gain +1 to LD, Stealth Rating, Stealth Detection, or Prosperity to one post in a thread. Can be applied after a roll
  - Master Bedroom: -1 energy cost for the first three expenditures of each combat
  - Master Bathroom: The first time you would suffer DoT damage in a thread, reduce damage taken from DoT each turn by 25% (rounded down)
  - Extended Workshop: +2 Crafting EXP per crafting attempt and +1 crafting attempt per day
  - Ornate Fishing Pond: +2 Fishing EXP per Attempt and additional +1 LD & CD to fishing attempts.
  - Dining Hall: Turn 3 identical food items (same quality, tier, & enhancements) into a Feast. A Feast contains 6 portions of the food items sacrificed. Feasts created this way cannot be used outside of the thread they are created. Limit 1 item created per thread.

Guild Hall Buffs:

Scents of the Wild Totem:
  - Kumatetsu
Wedding Ring:

Crafting Profession:

Gathering Profession:
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Edited 6 hours ago by Oscar

[Lysette 0]

She saw movement through the window behind the counter. A man who made even Abellio look small stepped out of the back. He was a different sort. The man was ice. Honed to a razor’s edge. He walked across the polished floors with a grace a man that size had no right to have. Everything about him was sharp. Rigid. And there was an intensity in his eyes that she couldn’t possibly imagine how it got there.

“Abellio,” he said simply. The calm in response to Abellio’s explosive bellowing made her blood run cold. Imperious, as if questioning why the two of them had the audacity to invade his domain. His eyes cut through them like a panther looking for the right opportunity to strike. Her hand moved up, as she stepped ever so slightly behind her new companion. She was about to tug at his sleeve when Oscar’s icy mask finally cracked.

His neutral expression morphed into a genuine smile. It wasn’t bright and warm, but it was sincere. The man relaxed too, leaning back against the bar and propping himself up on his elbows. He nodded to Lydia, finally injecting some warmth into his steely gaze. “Who’s your friend? She’s cute.”

“I dunno. She looked bored so I invited on a Quest and here we are!”

Silence hung heavy for a long while. Had his motivations really been so simple? She was beginning to be convinced that he was actually stupid. But she didn’t have time to send her mind down that path. 

Oscar had started laughing.

A doubled-over, cackle. His eyes squeezed shut as the sound rebounded off the walls, drowning out the music in the corner. For a moment, she almost thought he was going to fall to his knees. The cackling finally gave way to a small fit of giggles as he corrected his posture at the last moment, swiping at the corners of his eyes with his fingers.

“Oh my god, you must be so freaked out…,” Oscar trailed off, focusing his eyes just above her head. “...Lysette. Shit. Abellio, you can’t just grab random women off the street and bring them to some hole in the wall in the slums. It’s fucking creepy, man.”

 

Edited 6 hours ago by Oscar

[Abellio 0]

“Oh fuck you!” Abellio had suddenly stiffened up. His tone was defensive with a small flash of anger appearing on his face. “You got women hanging all over you literally all the time.”

Oscar shook his head, that smile never fading from his face. “Oh yeah, I hit ‘em with a ‘wanna do a quest’ and then drag them out to the least romantic place I can think of. Fuck off man. At least they know what they’re signing up for.”

Oh. He was a player. She should have known. No man looked like that and didn’t use it to his advantage. Lysette suddenly found herself doubting the quality of company that Abellio kept. And, by extension, Abellio. She slowly stepped back, reaching towards the door. As her fingers coiled around the handle she paused. If she left now, she would have to brave those winding alleyways alone. And she wasn’t entirely sure that she knew the way back.

“Apologies for my friend, Lysette,” Oscar said suddenly. “He uh… Ain’t a big picture sort of guy. I thought he might’ve found a girlfriend or something. You hungry?”

Lydia’s eyes flicked over to Oscar’s, narrowing to a steely glare. She didn’t trust him. And she was incredibly uncomfortable. In a strange place with two strange men. Lydia was the odd one out. And the current topic didn’t help at all to alleviate that discomfort. She had been lured in quite enough by smiles and warmth. It could turn cold on a dime. But what other choice did she have?

“A little,” she said quietly. “I was about to get dinner when Abellio dragged me here.”

Oscar nodded, pushing himself up off the counter and moving towards the back. “Well he brought you to the right place for that. Oscar, Grandmaster Cook of the Frontlines at your service. What do you feel like?”

Was that his game then? Get into a girl’s pants through their stomach? Fuck it, then. If this was going to go south, she was going to get a nice meal out of it. “Fish and chips, please.”

Oscar turned back around, scrutinizing her face for a moment. His smile turned into a slight grin. “I didn’t want to assume with that accent,” he said. “But you got it. The usual, Abellio?”

Abellio raised both fists straight up into the air and bellowed. “SPICY BURGER!”

“Right,” Oscar said as he shook his head. “The usual.”

 

Edited 5 hours ago by Oscar

[Oscar 0]

Despite her misgivings, Lydia took a seat at the counter. Abellio followed suit, bouncing in his seat like a hyperactive puppy. She took a look around the diner, at the chrome trim and how meticulously clean everything was kept. Through the window, she could see Oscar hard at work manning the fryer. Even those vats of boiling oil were clean and sanitized. There were so many contradictions that she didn’t know what to make of the man now.

He was brazenly open about his conquests. But at the same time, everything about his restaurant was so meticulously kept. Wouldn’t a skeezeball be consistent in their own life? She turned to Abellio. She could almost see the waves of energy rippling off of him as he waved to and fro in his stool.

“So who is this guy,” she whispered as she leaned over. She didn’t really trust either of them, but Abellio was the closest thing to a lifeline she had.

“Oh, Oscar’s one of the Frontliners. He’s a fuckin’ badass. Saved me from some guys that were baiting people into getting killed by a high level boss. Took that thing’s spear to the chest like it was nothing.”

Lydia tilted her head to the side, slowly looking towards the back of the house where Oscar. Her eyes bored into his back for a moment until she noticed that Abellio had stopped vibrating. His back had suddenly stiffened and he swiveled his head to look down at her.

“He was right though. I’m not exactly a big picture dude. I didn’t realize it coulda come off as creepy,” Abellio said. “I just sorta do things, y’know? I hope you’re not uncomfy. Really. I can totally walk you back to the square if you’d like to go your own way.”

Lydia exhaled softly. Maybe she was just being paranoid. And judgemental. Abellio wasn’t nearly as dumb as she had begun to think that he was. Just… impulsive. She lifted her hand, patting him on the arm as she offered the most comforting smile she could muster.

“No, it’s okay. But thank you,” she said. “I’m committed. And I’m really curious to see a Frontliner in action.”

 

Edited 4 hours ago by Oscar

[Lysette 0]

They said curiosity killed the cat. And maybe that was true.

But Lydia couldn’t say that she wasn’t curious to know more about this ‘badass Frontliner’ preparing their dinner. She had no dreams of joining the Frontlines. It was so far beyond her reach. Hell, she had only just learned how to fold her own clothing. There was no way that she was going to be able to keep up with the people fighting the strongest monsters in the game. But that call to do something was growing stronger. Maybe not joining the Frontlines.

But something.

Before she could really wrap her mind around the impulse, Oscar had returned with their food. He placed a massive burger with a side of chips in front of Abellio and a plate of fish and chips in front of her. Her eyes went wide when she saw it. It looked like a picture from a newspaper. Curated and detailed. Almost too pretty to eat. And he even wrapped it in a newspaper. She looked up at Oscar, then back down to her food. She lifted her hands, hesitating for a moment. Fingers curled inwards as she couldn’t bring herself to ruin the sanctity of the dish.

“Can’t say I’ve ever been across the pond, but I hope it tastes like home,” he said with a chipper lilt in his voice. 

Abellio was already tearing into his food. And Lydia didn’t want to be offensive.

She lifted the reached forward and chipped a corner off of one of the fillets. As the food hit her tongue, she was immediately transported back to those street stalls her father used to take her to. Before the music, when she was still just a young dancer. She closed her eyes, savoring the flavors as they blossomed over her tongue. Despite herself, she let out a satisfied groan as she slumped forward.

“Oh my god,” she said breathlessly. “Reminds me of this little cart I used to visit when I was younger. Best fish and chips I ever had, but damn.” She flicked her eyes up to meet Oscar’s gaze. “You’re definitely giving that place some competition.”

 

Edited 4 hours ago by Oscar

[Abellio 0]

Oscar gave a pleased chuckle.

“I’m down to scrap, but there’s three things I’m not man enough to fight,” he said, beginning to count them off on his fingers. “Mother nature, badass women - generally, and street food vendors in their native country. I’m just gonna lose every single time.” He gave a light shrug. “I’m cool with second place.”

Lydia tucked into her food, eating perhaps more quickly than manners dictated. But damn, she was hungry. And she hadn’t had anything nearly this good since she got here. She wasn’t eating nearly as fast as Abellio. The man was halfway through his burger. His face was flushed, his eyes were bloodshot. He was sweating profusely.

“Um,” she began, pausing to look over at him. “Are you okay?”

Abellio nodded, speaking through a full mouth. “It hurts so good!”

Oscar gave him a cutting glare, causing him to sheepishly recoil. Hell, it almost made Lydia wince. “Manners,” he said plainly. 

The two of them finished their meals quickly. Oscar watched them with a soft smile on his face. A look of pride. She always heard that chefs loved it the most when people enjoyed their food. Maybe she’d not given him enough grace. But then again, she’d met enough of his type to be wary. But to his credit, he’d not given up the ghost yet. He was just there, showing them hospitality. Feeding them. All with a sweet smile on his face.

She had been drawn in before. Fooled by false sincerity. But hearing how Abellio talked about him and their history together, maybe she could give the man a chance. At least up until the point he hit on her.

“So about that Quest. I’ve got an idea. How do you two feel about deserts?”

 

Edited 4 hours ago by Oscar

[Oscar 0]

“Oh?”

Lydia’s voice came out suddenly, a surprised chirp in response to Oscar’s words. She’d thought Abellio had some idea of what he wanted to do. But given that the red-haired man was busy horking down his food without objection, Lydia figured she’d hear Oscar out. He busied himself with opening his menu, consuming several strange objects in quick succession.

“Pretty easy quest boss on Floor Five. I’ve been trying to unlock a skill from it for a minute and haven’t been able to get it done. Figured I could give it another go. Get you guys some experience and, if we’re lucky, unlock it for you both too.”

Lydia didn’t really have much to say. Oscar might as well have been speaking a different language. She didn’t understand anything he said after ‘Floor Five.’ She wasn’t a gamer. So all this talk of experience and skills just flew straight over her head. But still, she nodded along politely since Abellio was still locked in mortal combat with his cheeseburger.

“Are you sure it would be safe for me on Floor Five?”

Oscar nodded confidently as he drained the contents of a small glass vial. “Oh absolutely. Monsters are really only going to attack me.”

Lydia tilted her head to the side, giving the man a puzzled look. “Oh? Why’s that?’

“There’s this concept called ‘Hate.’ And I’m not gonna get into the particulars but basically if I have more of it than either of you do, the monsters literally are forced to hit me. And since they can’t do any damage to me, all you guys need to do is not get any hate and…”

“There’s no danger?”

“Bingo.”

 

Spoiler

<<Liquor of Light consumed>>
<<Focused Dog>> Consumed
<<Evasion Dog>> Consumed
<<Azrael Dog>> Consumed
<<MIT Feast>> Consumed

 

Edited 3 hours ago by Oscar

[Oscar 0]

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