Raidou

Fixed the goofs, cleaned up formatting. Approved as is with type roll correction given.

Purchased | Cluster of Stars | [3 Mon] | [250919a] Changes the type of an item as long as its enhancements are applicable to its new type.

Given to @Mari 245931, Demonic T4 Crate {Damage 3, Mitigation 1} Name: Regretful Memories - Draught of the Pink PK'er Profession: Alchemist Rank: 10 Roll ID: 245931 Roll Result: Item Type: Crate Tier: 4 Quality: Demonic Enhancements: Damage 3, Mitigation 1

8/17/25 {Crate Fusion} 245926, Perfect T4 Potion, (CD:11+1, LD: 1) [Titan's Strength] + Demonic Scale -> Demonic T4 Potion {Damage 3, Mitigation 1} + 245931, Perfect T4 Potion, (CD:10+1, LD: 8) [Titan's Strength] + Demonic Scale -> Demonic T4 Potion {Damage 3, Mitigation 1} + Nametag = 245931, Demonic T4 Crate {Damage 3, Mitigation 1} Name: Regretful Memories - Draught of the Pink PK'er Profession: Alchemist Rank: 10 Roll ID:

8/17/25 (Fusions Only) 245926, Perfect T4 Potion, (CD:11+1, LD: 1) [Titan's Strength] + Demonic Scale -> Demonic T4 Potion {Damage 3, Mitigation 1} + 245931, Perfect T4 Potion, (CD:10+1, LD: 8) [Titan's Strength] + Demonic Scale -> Demonic T4 Potion {Damage 3, Mitigation 1} + Nametag = 245931, Demonic T4 Crate {Damage 3, Mitigation 1} Name: Regretful Memories - Draught of the Pink PK'er Profession: Alchemist Rank: 10 Roll ID: 24593

Outside of the villa he'd purchased in Aradennia, the long unkempt garden bled out across the wrought iron gate. Robe wasn't on him, and the glasses on his face reflected readily the mid day sun into white shields over his eyes. Adjusting his gloves the man would start to wade his way into the overgrown mass of vegetation. Toward the base of the plants, his hands move to start breaking roots and vines. Little by little with sharp tugs and a little strain, Raidou clipped back and worked away diligently at that garden. The man could easily afford to have someone else do this, it realistically wo

Raidou would continue to add things to the pan, stirring lightly with a wooden spoon bringing everything to a broil. After a few minutes he can peg the girl wandering down the stairs, having changed clothes to accent an occasion. A questionable choice to be certain, but perhaps she just didn't want to wear the paint laden attire any further, so the nomad wouldn't read into it too deeply. Another sprinkle of salt as to what the recipe called, down to the exact grain. The soft thrumming of keys has the man listen in, finding that she'd developed quite a bit since his lesson. Her response confirm

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational {Shiina} +4 EN, VD | 249577, CD: 3 {No Proc}, BH {+54 HP}, Concentration CD [2/5], Charge CD [2/3] Holding the small attachment between two lenses up the bridge of his nose, he'd look to @Mariand respond. "I am sure I can oblige, its a long story. Maybe with a side of tea." Planting his blade in Piasuhon's neck with a pivot on his heel, shoving the blades point beneath his right arm and straight back. The trick against Rhino was never facing it head on, instead opting for the matador approach allowing it to tire itself out with all of its constant ch

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational {Shiina} +4 EN, VD | 249545, CD: 4 {No Proc}, BH {+54 HP} A crash of thunder sees Raidou blind forward like a red clad missile, using all of his uninhibited speed to close the gap into the room. The small amount of damage sustained slowly reforming charred skin on his face, his back greets the pack of foes as the momentum is transferred into his weapon. A wide overarching sweep as another skill fires off, sending a discharge and another cracking thump in a wave of over exerted force. Raidou pivots to allow all the energy produced to be expressed thro

"That can change, maybe I'll start bringing you along." Raidou offered in regards to her going stir crazy without even an inch of regret, and a lot of faith. It was exceedingly rare for anyone to even follow along for more then an hour or two let alone a whole ass day with the wanderer. The man assumed that this quiet home life was her desire, but if she wanted something more then all she needed to do was ask. The wanderer spent every day knocking off the same magnitudes of business, albeit with light shading depending on circumstance. A busy bee as it were. The light tap of the cup as he'd st

Raidou would sweep the room with a closer inspection, running his hand across polished surfaces in their near mundane yet elegant simplicity. The room felt much more homely then most of the manor, a lot less over the top and excessive. Walking up to every fixture and paying it its own invested bout of interest. "Looks good, paint looks dry. You must have been at this for a while." The man offered in an acknowledgement of all her efforts. "Thank you." Raidou would release her concerns with such a simple appreciation, sliding toward another chair at her side. Paying her a quick tap of a kiss on

Slinking out to the beachfront with the intentions to slay sand's claw for the umpteenth time the man is put on pause. Detection rings out showing what amassed to an extremely excessive pile of blue dots scattered in one giant lump just east of him on the map. His thoughts have him convinced it was some sort of gathering, and the ping from Oscar all but confirmed it. Helping himself out of the brush, finding that the boss was more then 'handled' and more over players were already enjoying the festivities. The nomad's blade stayed and in its sheathe, accepting the change of plans especially whe

Time ticked by in what felt like an endless silence. The small chamber glowed dimly with manufactured and artificial light, glowstones plugged into recesses in the walls. Every few minutes, the man would stand and fold up one book of many, returning it to the shelf on his left before claiming another. Scans of his map would create a wide popped out image of the world of aincrad, using his fingers as a guide to twist and zoom the 3d image slightly transparent as he'd recall elevation and the structures connecting the dots. A pen scratches away note after note, the man had a lot of catching up t

Waiting on the next delivery of supplies from the guild merchant, the man would set the tools down on the edge of the table. Lifting the other only remaining chair off of its side and bringing it toward the table, he dusts a small bit of sawdust off his pant legs before taking a seat. "Hope you got a broom, I can help if you'd like?" Normally in this case Raidou would cheat and just let Juiblex play liquid roomba and scrub the place by eating the refuse all over the place, but the thought that Mari had seen just about enough of it for a good week passed his mind. Best to do it more manually an

Raidou notices as Mari shoots him an obtuse look in regards to the cleaning of her house "Sorry, force of habit. Don't like sitting idle too long. I'm fixing your door given I broke it. Least I could do after everything that's happened." Sliding in the final slant of lumber and pushing the last few steps in by tapping the butt of the piece. It wasn't exactly the highest quality or construction but it would suffice. Quite a number of times of blowing the doors off his little alchemist hobble in the forest of wavering mist had turned the nomad into a rather capable handyman but not exactly some

As memory razed past in an endless stream eventually the music would stop, causing Raidou to breathe out in and still his mind. The motes of blue that trail off his arms and neck begin to subside. A few moments pass and his eyes blink open, revealing a rich blue that fades back to his normal amber. The guy tilts and presses his hand onto the ice and slides his feet beneath him. A whisk of his frame sends him gliding toward the stone, and he reaches down to pluck it up. The sense of self, of serenity and of calm stilled the waters of his mind and instead of leaving the man would remove his robe

A blade sheathed sends the entire room to silence, causing Raidou to finalize his own attempts to a solution. The hands helping their way through Lancaster's pockets cease to move, and are withdrawn. The wanderer stands and offers an open palm to Mari, reclaiming the vial of clear liquid from her. "Sure you are. Glad I'm not the only one who could see it. Starting to think I was crazy." The small glimmer of something blue around the woman's neck catches the mans eye. Instantly Raidou knew what it was. The very same recipe that he'd spoken rather plainly to her another day. A gateway pendant, o

♫ The man who had wandered through nearly every path, strolled through countless circumstance sat idle in his same stoic stare into Lancaster's soul. As the room would explode into a cacophony of truths, of facts, of failures and mistakes. "It seems that I was given the role of the voice of reason." He spoke in a calm collection, one that he had always wore. "It would appear, that despite it all that tensions are at an all time high." Raidou would slide into a stand and move to his robe, reaching into the pocket and taking out a pair of lenses. "So let's begin by coming clean, given with

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational {Shiina} +4 EN The moment to strike arose, and the wanderer weighed the situation in that same stoic serenity. Quiet, calculated. A finger on his left hand sought out his glasses, pressing them deeply into the base of his nose. His targets? All the extra variables to cut from the calculation, reducing the odds against them in one precise execution. Leaning low the man turns into a red blur, given his weight without the vanguard was so abysmally small he could give even the fastest fighters pause. His robe flailed angrily as he'd stop, his image becom

*New Round, Turn Order Shift (Optimal) Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational {Shiina} +4 EN, Charge Refreshed With a layer of stone made super hot still dripping from his weapon, the man waves it off to the side to snuff it out. A twist of the blade sees it spark and lightning rip down its length in a yellow chirp. The energy vibrates and his skin tingles in a numbness as it passes through the metal. A pivot and overhead arc sees the blade dumped right into the largest foe. Forks of the stuff ring out and rip toward the other adjacent targets, sending a quick discharge of data as they

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational {Shiina} +4 EN, Charge CD [2/3] Into the mans pocket as he looks to Mari, hearing the clattering of steel and the pop of mobs in the smaller dungeon entrance. "Guess that makes you the fruity patootie." The man jests to Mari as he removes a familiar looking red stone from his pocket. His feet click as he wanders down ebbing on the side of caution and the heartbeat like pulses scan the walls, seeking traps or potential dangers as detect is on overdrive. His yellow blade slides up to eye level, as he presses the stone against it and rips them apart. Li

Recharging Bureau II {Firm Anima} | -1 Token

As absolute chaos filled the battlefield, Raidou stood fast as the different effects of his allies roared behind and past him. His robe flailed angrily with each discharge of potent powers of each party member. The blade at the ready, the man looks on as it surges like a candle in that rich dark blue hue. A turn as the power gleaned from FTK rips down the blade and causes it to chirp in jolts of electricity. Passing clean through where Setsuna stood, the endless assault would continue. The blade is planted up to its cross guard, sending a discharge of static through the beast in a nasty overlo

The man wandered out from the tree line, only slightly behind the others. Like a tired old war veteran, he'd scan the horizon as if seeing something beyond in its stagnant yet alive existence. The rustle of the trees, the white noise of the waves. All too familiar to a man who'd spent most of his lifetime wandering from place to place. A hand raises up and seeks out the blade handle behind his right shoulder, and a quick jerk would find it free. A flash of pastel yellow that mirrored the sun overhead, it acknowledged his intentions and was ready to oblige them. The faint crackle of lightning d

The gentle tapping of his boots as he starts to walk through daily errands. The streets of Urbus were alive with activity, as a number of familiar NPCs would occasionally pay him a smile or a wave. Raidou held no issue in reciprocating it back, finding their further increasing lifelike natures to be becoming far more real. They started to remember him, and almost look forward to his visits these days. Down the rabbit hole into one of the many buildings, a darker and grubbier looking tavern mixed with all the most delightful crooks and thieves of aincrad. Without much of a word, the man moves p