Raidou

Moving slightly to adjust in his chair, leaning forward and resting his head on a pair of folded hands. "Perhaps you are right, I've weighed the possibility that Akihiko had mistakenly made an AI that had slipped its own bounds. Silently hoped that perhaps we'd found unintended allies in that were meant to be the prison guards. Gabrandr was the most recent for consideration, a hostile made ally through a prompt. As if the system itself was asking us if we were willing. But it could have well been a single instance, and simply coded into this one moment intentionally. Conjecture, with little ro

Quietly, Raidou weighs the girl's analysis, his right hand pressed to his chin throughout the account. "You've given this quite a lot of thought. I won't pretend to understand how a game functions, this was my first." Slowly slinking the thermos above the table, keeping eyes on the few that would catch him red-handed. Pouring in a bit more, capping it and setting the thing in his lap. "From what I could glean during my travels, however, everything seems to follow a set pattern, a consistency that at first can appear random." A slight clink of the platter the cup rested upon as the guy picks it

"Swing that way?" The semblance eventually stuck, turning his head and placing a hand to his chin as if in deep thought. "oh, OH." Raidou immediately turns bright red. Waving his hands in front of him with a dismissive shake of his head 'no' "I had no idea, uh does that mean Yuki? Wait Crozeph..." Trying to peel apart the pieces of the massive network of intertwining lines. "Love interest aside, I..." he'd get caught in his words, looking at the girl as her arms would shrink up. "I'm sorry, I thought you'd held some key. I didn't mean to overwhelm you." His shoulders start to hang, as he stare

The man slinks back in his chair a bit, moving closer to the table to rest his elbows upon its surface. "Yet, only two of us felt so strongly as to hold their blades against the others. Have you been betrayed in the past? Or Perhaps you believed that someone would circumvent the decision the others would make?" Opening his inventory on his own, shooting glances to the owner of the establishment before he clutches the tea cup and gives a brisk splash into a neighboring plant. "Hirru, I know of, but do not know him personally. He is a member of Jacob's Ladder, a few odds and ends through that ne

Another reply finds its way adjacent under his own, still estranged by the lack of any punctuation or capitalization by this media. What's worse is, he finds himself desperately trying to decipher what it was that was written. "What even is this?" The wanderer remarks, making himself appear even weirder to the other patrons. But the proof was, he never really spoke to kids his own age. With an earnest intensity, it wasn't until NIGHT would arrive that he'd even look away, a slight narrowing of his eyes that widen. "I see, I wasn't certain you'd show." A wave of his hand dismisses slightly tran

Raidou gazed hesitantly into a glass, feeling uneasy simply because he was being watched. Here he was, potentially moments from leaving, and yet it was as if he was expected to order something to be in here. "I uh..." He coughs into a balled up fist to get the waitress's attention, lifting a hand in an awkward display. "Can I order, some tea?" A twisted glare as she slides a pencil across the page, folding the book shut with a hostile snap. Raidou exhales a sigh of relief as a message *pops* in, confirming his fears on two fronts. 'im the player that stood by hirru in the f26 fight'

The smells of brimstone still lingered on his robe, ever pungent from cannon fire not but days ago. Stuck to his thoughts like glue, the very hesitant exchange where the frontlines had fractured. The pair that had defended Gabrandr to the bitter end, moments before a war zone played out above. All hell had broken loose over the course of a few hours, and it left most of the players present in a funk and exhausted. Some sought solace in affairs to raise spirits, and from a visit to Baldur's estate the thought of it had clung there in persistent adhesive. "I have to set the record straight,

ID:205939 | Battle:6, Craft:7, Loot:20 (+8 EN) A chained detonation as two fell to Hidden's plight, operating from the dark as blindness claimed their vision. Health bars empty and evaporate, lights becoming pronounced as they cease to exist. Raidou keeps solid and immediately upon their demise more rush from the confines of that blackened building. Their numbers were to continue until empty, having heard the sounds of conflict and regrew. Raising his blade, another surcharge of electricity from above is caught and dumped down the length of his blade. It screams with power from above, and

ID:205667 | Battle:5, Craft:7, Loot:4 (+8 EN) Hidden only appears temporarily, dealing some damage and seeming to almost argue with herself. An almost hesitation before disappearing again. Raidou twists and drops the current ringing electricity pulsing through <<The Ebon Star>>. In his offhand, a small blue stone finds the space near the base of the hilt, and a sharp rip as he springs forward sees it light in cyan flames. Cutting right into the scattered and confused group, he connects with surprising force. His robe follows after the concussive blast, a layer of ash taking to

ID:205649 | Battle:2, Craft:1, Loot:17 (No Proc) The softest murmur, the change in temperature notable even through his survival skill. The door continued to be met with a cacophany of blows as those inside so desperately craved the assistance of the one plucked clean and allowed outside. It shrieked in horror, clambering to attempt to put out the flames in bluish white stuck to its skin. That small dot popping up, and the lowest sound. Feminine, and recognizable. "This just became much easier." Raidou comments, the thickened red film building. A flutter of red as his blade rips up, catch

Ash falls in flakes as the wanderer makes motions for the Ashen keep, taking the winding path up the side of an overlooking mountain. A feral stink hung on the air, just as pungent as some environments he'd been in prior. Lifting a hand and placing it to a pair of sharp-edged double doors, worn from time. A heavy shove makes it slide and grind, leaving a nice lump of ash at the crack beneath it. That smell thicker, and to his ears what sounds like shuffling. Dim lighting, other than the reddish glow that bled through slotted ports in the walls. The blade in his hand turns. "I know you're

A failed attempt on the vampire Lilith's life before, she'd fled not moments prior. Hung in the air the scent of sulfur, heat would be unbearable. Keeping ever vigilant on the horizon, for any of her kind to resurface and return for more blood. Raidou was as he always was, quick and to the point. His intention? Scouting this quest and dismantling it, for the good of the guild. He'd purchased a bit of loose ends here or there, learning small tidbits, and after a tidy sum had a mode of attack. The monster, however, could exchange blows with him and neither seemed to give an inch. "I appreci

Looking down from the second floor, into the silent night, as if on edge. Waiting like a silent observer for the very semblance of solace to be broken. To his ear, the shuffling of cards. "That we do." He murmurs, fiddling with a necklace around his neck. "Correction, there will always be a villain. The trick is that the mantle does not need to be worn by someone with ill intentions. Crooks, Liers and cheats, murderers will flock to a figurehead. If they do not exist, then they will create one. As strong as Hope, Despair is an equal and excellent motivator. Assume the mantle, and use it for go

Good to Go

This was easier, only iris sucks

Yes, it only took me 17 minutes to figure out the hell was happening.

This, Yes

Approved

3/10/22 Gungir's Shard Bottling/Feast Approvals from Here:

As lightning rockets between his fingers and scatters down the length of Griswold and Eruda, a film of red oozing from his shoulders as Juiblex expands and reinforces itself using the shields as a brace. It creates a semblance of overcast, making the three tanks glow with sword art charged eyes and two pair of shields forming a wall. The impact slams against that produced barrier as time seems to come to a crawl, sending large stones blaring past in an instant that seem in slow motion. Through that blackened bubble, the screams of Ladonian troops being caught in the blast, as other ships began

Receiving a notification from Freyd, he looks to Simmone. "Find us a way up, I can get us there. Eruda, Griswold." he lifts a hand with a sharp tear toward his face and clutches onto that inky blackness, sheathing his sword and begins to tear it off like adhesive. "We aren't avoiding a falling ship, everyone won't get out of the blast radius in time." His tanned skin revealed as it's sheered off, and he flings it forward. "Block it." A sword only offered so much surface area, and the weight of the ship would exceed even his weight limits. But between three full-bodied tanks? They'd fought mass

Yep

Yep, looks good

Taking a glance around to take stock of all the faces, most he'd seen in some manner or another. It was strange that although he recognized most of them, all of it was nearly superficial. Only rumor, simple exchanges and simple reflections. Only surface level deep. None of them really knew him, and likewise it was only an insight and not confirmation that he knew of them. Freyd returns with a relative overkill amount of crap from Baldur's buffet, undoubtably to take most of it home to jam into his cupboards. "I haven't the slightest clue, they just sprang up and ran off." He nursed his ow

The dark elf clamors against the implanted blade, trying his best to rip clean its point. A dark snap as Raidou twists the handle. Arms drop limply to both sides, losing the strength to move. It was as if a floodgate had opened, that silver haired woman starts to sob uncontrollably. Her entire world had been flipped upside down with one failed day. The nomad works to her, grabbing her wrists and starting to check for some wound. It was almost aggressive, still fuming that thick red smoke. "Why didn't you help us?" she chokes out through those tears. The guys hands stop moving. "You were not re