pt-op-f24 Crab Boil for the Homies

[Enya 0]

Sitting on one of the roof tops in the town of beginnings, her drawing pad out. She was sketching someone who was sitting on the fountain with their own drawing pad out. Enya had seen this woman a few times but hasn't said anything. She thinks the main reason why she hasn't approached the woman was because of how flirtatious she would be toward others. 

"Did you hear about that party of floor 24? Next to that big crab boss" "Yea there is suppose to be lots food there" Enya would look over the roof to find two players just "Are you going?" "Nah bro I have stuff to do." That was when those two people walk into the building they were standing by. "A party? Wonder if this is any different that the parties my parents threw back home." Turning and sliding off the roof top she looks to the woman sitting on the fountain. Taking a deep breath as she walks that way. Approaching her with her drawing pad in her arms. "Apparently there is a pool party or something going on on floor 24. You should take a small break from drawing and come. I'm heading there now." With a smile she walks on top of the teleport gate, "I'm Enya by the way, I also am an artist. Floor 24" @Abelithsaying before vanishing. 

Following the music that was going on, she would put her drawing pad away not wanting to get it wet. Going through her inventory, equipping a bathing suit. It was a one piece brown color. Nothing too fancy. There was a lot of people here, almost to many but she would manage. Walking through the crowd, she was small so it was easy for her to go unnoticed. Grabbing a drink from a passing cart in excitement, she had never had a soda before. Opening it up with a hiss, it smelling of sugar greatness. She would take a sip, sigh as head to the sands near the water. Pushing her can in the grain as a cup holder she would start to build a sand castle. Right before doing this she sends a quick message to Kodo with the party location. This was going to be fun.

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<<Assist System Engaged: Assisting Warren>>
Level: 22
Paragon: 0
Tier: 3
True Tier: 2

Final EXP reward: +205% Final EXP reward

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Enya | HP: 80/80 | EN: 26/26 | DMG: 6 | ACC:1

Spoiler

Enya, The Artist
True Tier: 1
Level: 22
Paragon Level: 0
HP: 80/80
EN: 26/26

Stats:
Damage: 6
Accuracy: 1

Equipped Gear:
Weapon/Armor/Trinket: 
  - Rare Rapier: +1 DMG, +1 ACC

                                                       

Edited Thursday at 04:01 AM by Enya

[Reytac 0]

Debating on whether or not to accept the odd invitation that had gone out had taken Reytac nearly an hour to decide on. Getting some beach shorts and a loose shirt had been easier, if drawing odd looks from the vendors on the first floor where he still spent most of his time. But even that hasn't been what took the most time - no, that had been tracking down and getting two things to bring to the broil.

It might have been a while since he went to a party like this, but he hadn't forgotten what it was like to go there. And since he wasn't directly invited - he'd been in more of a general 'hey if you're alive and kicking, show up' category, it felt like - then it was only right in his head for him to bring something to contribute. The first thing he had picked up had taken some discussion with a bartender to get, but a case of twelve bottles of cold beer had taken up a nice spot in his inventory, waiting to be brought out and given out. That had been easy enough to manage, while the second thing, not so much.

It had taken him across a decent part of the town, but he had finally found a vendor who sold him a small cask of honeyed mead. He'd also had to buy a set of four rough wooden mugs to go with it before the vendor would actually finish the sale. The cask had completely filled an inventory slot on its own - unstackable, but considering it was a litre and a half, he accepted it. 

But now he had claimed a small table out on the outside edge, the beers sitting on top of it, with a small sign to take one if someone wanted by the case. The cask was sitting next to him on the table, still untapped, as he used a rough cloth and a small, porous stone to smooth out the rough parts of the cups he had been sold. While he doubted splinters from the cups would actually be a thing at all, it would be just his luck to have someone get poor wood in their mouth and ruin the flavor of the mead.

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<<Assist System Engaged: Assisting Warren>>
Level: 22
Paragon: 0
Tier: 3
True Tier: 1

Final EXP reward: +210% Final EXP reward 

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Spoiler

Reytac | HP: 20/20 | EN: 20/20 | DMG 1

No gear no items fresh faced baboo

Edited 20 hours ago by Reytac

[Acanthus 0]

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"I don’t think I like people that way."

@Ceres

Acanthus’ words melted into one slurred thought. “Oh my god, can I tell you a secret? Me too. I feel like, I don’t know, the part of me that’s supposed to get all warm and melty around boys just isn’t there. Did you know that I got a confession letter in middle school? And everyone told me to write him back. So I ended up writing him back, and I talked about beans the whole time. Well, legumes, actually, but I think you probably don’t care about that. Takumi certainly didn’t.” The memory dampened her attitude for a moment, until she heard music from across the party. Her spirit immediately snapped back to full.

“There’s music! Over there! I’m gonna go. You should come too.” Ceres was busy responding to Acanthus’ question, but Acanthus had already moved on. Who asked about weapon enhancements at a party? Boring people, that’s who. And Acanthus didn’t come to a party to talk shop. That was for the salarymen back home; today, she was here for a good time.

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“Any requests?”

@Lysette

Acanthus stumbled forward, snagging a bit of ice that flung from her drink. She thought for a moment, and then popped the ice in her mouth. “Kindah a longhot, buht do you ‘ave any Taeko Onuki?” She crunched the ice down; it was hard enough to understand her with a few drinks in her system. “Or Junko Yagami. Oh, or Mariya Takeuchi! I love ‘Plastic Love.’ You know, it goes like…” Acanthus tried to hum a few bars, and only succeeded in spilling more ice. “Oops, sorry, let me get that.” She tried picking them up, but the slippery bastards refused to stay still. She settled on kicking them off the dance floor and into the sand. Good enough. Dusting her hands like she’d just spent a full day in the fields, she realized about three seconds too late that her glass was still—or rather, had been—in her hands. It danced across the floor, skidding to a halt before bursting into blue bits and pieces. She looked back at the DJ, and laughed.

“I guess I need another drink! I’ll be right back. Remember, anything you have that sounds city pop-adjacent. I promise there’s a good reward for you.” She gave a wink and a wave as she temporarily vacated the dance floor. Surely the promise of a healthy monetary tip would incentivize the DJ to find something close.

[Illisandra 0]

The promise of free food to a starving stomach. Illi was racked with the grumbles of a barely lined stomach on a fresh afternoon, where difficult days of constant grinding to afford her hotel room had left her wallet a little worse for wear like her feet. The catch? A dress code. The girl hardly showed much more then her face and her hands, so the sudden shift to something easily 10 times more revealing had her feeling way more vulnerable. Without much of a poker face, it would be plastered all over a frazzled expression. Yet determined to save a buck, she'd power through like a good little soldier.

Nervously avoiding prying eyes, taking a bottle of clear yet bubbly liquid from Warren who was quite readily a main fixture at the party. Enjoying in earnest the merriment in a detached but feverish picking of a disposable fork to a plate. Setting her eyes on at least a single familiar face, the rest of these gooners giving her no cause for comfort she'd weasel her way toward that face.

@Enya

"Glad to know I'm not alone. I swear to god I can feel their eyes. Ain't even looking at me... Was starting to think this was a groomer party, and I was the low level grub." Illi spoke basically using the other girl like a makeshift barrier, pressing her back into hers and pulling apart a lump of crab flesh. It would be immediately clear that the exotic looking girl was entirely outside of her element, debating silently the construction of a few blank voodoo dolls to slap together some supernatural persuasion if the need arose. Despite this being a buffet, to which Illi more then wished to take advantage of. That road only traveled one way, given she wasn't on the menu.

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<<Assist System Engaged: Assisting Warren>>
Level: 22
Paragon: 0
Tier: 3
True Tier: 2

Final EXP reward: +210% Final EXP reward

Illi | HP: 240/240 | EN: 42/42 | DMG: 4 | ACC:2

Spoiler

Name: Illi, The Exorcist
True Tier: 2
Level: 12
Paragon Level: 0
HP: 240/240
EN: 42/42

Stats:
Damage: 4
Accuracy: 2

Equipped Gear:
Weapon/Armor/Trinket: 
  - Ghost Hunter's Training Scythe (Tierless/Polearm) (Accuracy +2)
Armor/Trinket: 
  - 
Shield/Armor/Trinket: 
  - 

Combat Mastery:
  - 

Combat Shift:
  - 

Familiar Skill:
  - 

Custom Skill:
  - 

Skills:
  - Polearm R1

Extra Skills:

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:

 

 

[Bistro 0]

"i did," said bistro, as pollux greeted her on her approach. bistro rounded the seat reserved for herself and sat down at the table, eyeing night as she set her stuff down. "i think she's just shy. i invited her to the guild. pretty sure she'll fit in fine if this is the sort of thing she gets up to voluntarily."

at bistro's stare, night seemed to freeze up from a distance, squinting at the gossiping parties, before wandering over, hand running through her hair. 

"plus, it seems like she already knew oscar, the way she was placed in front of me earlier. and star. talk about making connections. hope i wasn't interrupting anything between the two of you." she whistled to the approaching frontliner, head resting on an arm propped on a table, expression shot to night almost smug. "made up your mind yet?"

"give me some time," night snapped back, almost whiny and perplexed. but she turned to pollux and firefly with earnesty, and a nod.  "hi. the trackers, right?" she paused, considering, as she looked to pollux. "... i recognize you from clash of blades. not your name though. um. did you two just start out?"

[Wulfrin 0]

And just like that, there were way more people than Wulfrin had initially thought would show up. Between the orange cursors running around, some unwieldy guests, and of course Oscar's own chaotic energy, Wulfrin was starting to get that "I'm way out of my comfort zone" feeling that only tended to come about in large crowds. His demeanor shifted, transitioning to a more cautious and reserved stance as he struggled hopelessly to use the provided chopsticks. His American was on full display as he immediately gave up and opted for some carefully crafted cutlery that he had forged himself. He deserved at least a little comfort here. Afterall it was only a short time that he had been in Japan, mainly due to a research project for his university. He hadn't exactly adapted well to both a new culture and being trapped in a death game.

"So," Wulfrin spoke between bites of his finely crafted meal. "What kind of crazy adventures have my fellow Tracker's been up to as of late? I just finished collecting all the professions, so my forge on 22 will be out of commission for a bit while I do some remodeling. Though don't let that discourage you from giving me some gear lists. I'll get them together as soon as I can."

[Pollux 0]

Not too bad for her first try. Firefly was safe from that impromptu swim for now.

Yue Hua’s tail came to a rest on top of Firefly’s hat, patting her gently. She sounded like she was doubting herself. Her nervous hope extinguished. Yue Hua was doing a lot of things to her that she had never wanted to. “I know. I trust your intentions are always good. You, and everyone in the guild.”

Then Bistro sat down. Her interruption was welcome. But at her news, Yue Hua’s surprise was palpable. They invited another frontliner? Did they not congregate in their own specialized guilds? She swiveled the focus of their conversation to the nearest available topic with the hope that Firefly would similarly move on. “I recognize her too, if it counts! We fought in the same tournament — not against each other, but…”

“Made up your mind yet?” Bistro asked an approaching NIGHT.

The highest level in the game, Kindling had said. She had an impressive streak that was broken only by Katoka. On the beach, without her black sword, she looked a lot less intimidating and her shy mannerisms implied she was a little out of her element. Yue Hua was past regarding her as a potential opponent. She set down her chopsticks and extended a greeting. “Yue Hua, player name Pollux. ‘Tis a shame we never had that duel, I was looking forward to fighting you.” Between the two of them, Firefly was the genuine rookie. She paused, allowing space for her friend to talk to NIGHT, before she replied. “Not entirely. I ran into a minor problem that interfered with my progress, so in totality, I’ve been at it for… years? I think.”

Yue Hua was still studying how time passed in Aincrad.

“Is it true that you rank highest among the frontliners?” She couldn’t resist asking. The etiquette around revealing one’s stats side was strange — some were happy enough to discuss it, others were cagey. The thought only occurred to her once the question had left her mouth, so Yue Hua covered what could be a perceived impoliteness with a flustered explanation behind a painted hand. “Kindling said so once. I’m simply wondering if it was all tournament hype.”

Edited 3 hours ago by Pollux

[Jibae 0]

The chaotic event left much to be desired. Jibae was here looking nearly solely for a new potential proprietor, and mingling with some of Aincrad's elite was a good way to find a promotion. That only stood if any of them were actually in need of grocery shopping or housekeeping, but the chances were not 0. However the rather unkempt and messy platforms and garbage strewn about the place had the woman almost immediately pressed to her breaking point. The tension having her snap a plastic fork in half, scanning for the nearest trash can to begin to do what none of them clearly could. Wandering back and forth, she'd begin to wipe tables and clean up empty bottles. A hefty handful of napkins in her hand that she'd nabbed, she'd fold one and lift half consumed drinks and shove it underneath like a makeshift coaster without a lick of caution to who it belonged to. The woman didn't know how it was that people so loaded with well lined pockets didn't even bother to appreciate the things they owned.

Drawing a white rag down the table she'd shove all the refuse and crumbs onto the beach, better there then on right on the space where people ate. Once the woman was satisfied with the cleanliness of the space, only then would she collect a plate of her own and begin to calm down. Which would only last until someone knocked over a drink or left a mess. All the while the player would think sour thoughts, seriously considering shoving a plastic fork in one of their hands and pretending it was an accident just to spite the messy heathens. A flick of the fork has her etiquette on full blast, unfurling a napkin onto her lap as if she was still wearing her uniform.

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<<Assist System Engaged: Assisting Warren>>
Level: 22
Paragon: 0
Tier: 3
True Tier: 2

Final EXP reward: +215% Final EXP reward

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Jibae | HP: 240/240 | EN: 42/42 | DMG: 1

Spoiler

Name: Jibae
True Tier: 2
Level: 12
Paragon Level: 0
Tier: 2
HP: 240/240
EN: 42/42

Stats:
Damage: 1

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

Combat Mastery:
  - 

Combat Shift:
  - 

Familiar Skill:
  - 

Custom Skill:
  - 

Skills:

Extra Skills:

Inactive Extra Skills:

Addons:

Mods:

Inactive Mods:

Battle Ready Inventory:
  - Starter Healing Potions (Heals 50 HP) x3

Housing Buffs:

Guild Hall Buffs:

Scents of the Wild Totem:

Wedding Ring:

Crafting Profession:

Gathering Profession: