Raidou

*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

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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

Looking through the various objects now littering a table that once held a meal, the man gingerly sets a plate to the side. "Suit yourself, figured you could use a battery recharge and something to chew on." The man stands and dismisses his robe with a glance to Freyd, leaving nothing more then a simple long sleeve black shirt and pants, very plain and generic. The sheer tension in the air was so damn thick the man could almost harvest it and brew it into a potion, at it seemed that his no nonsense approach left a number of questions lingering in the air as well as irritation. "Understand that

"Respect stems from understanding. To change who you are for the sake of expectations doesn't lend itself to respect but conformity." Raidou explained without looking directly at Eruda, instead nursing the horizon from above his cup. Taking another sip, he'd lower it into his lap. "Being who you are, there will be those that will make false assumptions, whether you attempt to fit their decided criteria or not. What is important is you remain yourself, instead of losing yourself to expectations set by others. The goal post will always shift, and if others do not believe you to be good enough th

"If your doing it right, you'll always have that burn. It means your getting stronger. At least that was what I was taught." Raidou comments loosely sitting with his legs crossed, enjoying the breeze as it would trickle through the somewhat brown and green speckled grass. "Practice and consistency is the only way to achieve what your after." A couple of hours pass by quicker then the drop of a pin, and was lost just as quickly. The man shifted his inventory and produced his little endless cask of tea, pouring himself and the girl out a cup the same. Looking out at the near dead city of Aradenn

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Raidou looks at her attire, and it almost takes him for a loop. Looked like a spitting image of Freya with slightly longer hair. His gear placed away the man was more then settled up, and prepares to exit. Eruda was already bee lining out of the building and screaming off down the streets the moment her attire was approved. Her excitement had clearly gotten the better of her. Toward the eastern side of Aradennia, the open field of grass that was still struggling to turn green. It was definitely coming back to life, all their efforts to revitalize it coming to fruition. Settled up in her headsp

Playing the part of mediator to prevent the girls from trying to kill each other softly, Raidou would look down to Ruri and place a hand on her shoulder. "She means well, give her a chance. We want you here with us." The man offers without any determinate force of her hands. She never was one to take to an idea unless it was hers, but simply making it known that she's wanted should provide quite the incentive that she needed to make her decision. Sliding away, the man would begin to rake his feet on the ice. The polished surface offering very little friction allowing him to drift gently across

A flash of blue out of the blue, in response to Mari's midafternoon message. Raidou's hands covered in soil with a roll of his right shoulder. A bag slung precariously over it, he'd turn and toss the thing into the snow causing it to get stuck as it caves in. "Sorry I'm late. Is he inside?" The man scans her surroundings looking for Freyd as well. Confirming that they were both likely within, a flash of green draws a sweeping sonar over the environment confirming the total lack of hostiles under that concrete perception. "Mari, If you would." He'd adjust his robe around his collar tightening i

Getting absolutely pile driven by Eruda going full salvo, the man manages to stop her dead by allowing her momentum to flow past him and disperse before colliding with his chest. "Easy. Easy" The man remarks as if telling the force to fade away. He'd slide a bit but remain on his feet, given he'd easily handled much more then that. Hell there was that time he parried a ship. "To stop, all you need to do is pivot abruptly and lean against the direction your heading." Raidou offered the quick and easy lesson as she'd begin to get all flustered. "You're not getting out of this that easily, especi

The notification catches the man as he's wandering out of a small building in Urbus, the collection of bagged groceries in a paper bag held tight against his left shoulder. Raidou flicks his hand off to the side, as he repositions the bag and peers past it. Tapping the little flashing envelope his HUD pops open, and he clutches that bag in both hands. A little curious as to what she was up to, she'd been on some sort of activity kick these last couple days. Probably going a little stir crazy given she was likely used to running around doing quests and all that hubbub. The man would quickly typ

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Hello fair Aincradians? Aincradicans? Accordians: Staff is back around to give you all just a little bit more fluidity. There have been numerous times that players have wanted to play a piano while making potions? or cook in their home kitchen while also being able to identify items? In the old system this simply was not possible. We found that more often then not players would either abandon their old profession and be riddled with regrets, or simply drop it despite how cool it would be because they didn't want to go through the hassle. So without further ado, we have lifted the restrict

The soft breathing from Mari let the room fall into silence, and Raidou would stand up and move to the cabinet and take one of the rough linen blankets out. A function over fashion slice of bedding, a cold bluish grey color opening his arms and allowing it to spin itself out into full size. He'd move to the table top, folding the bag into a makeshift pillow and giving Mari just a bit more comfort so she wouldn't wake up sore. The man would pluck her up gingerly, finding the count that he's carried the woman to be more frequent than most. Names roared to life as they'd sink through his calm dem

The man would clear off a space for Mari to set herself for some shut eye. Undoubtedly given that she wasn't as experienced with wearing Raidou's little curse she was far more exhausted then he was. Moreover the man knew that all that they had discussed had likely left her with a lot to process, so even more to pile on was allowed to fall away. Mentally taxed she'd well earned her breather. The little nook they had found themselves sitting in to wade out the potential searching while their strengths returned, while the players they had slain could potentially have allies running to and from th

Raidou would push on his glasses, conveying that look of deeper thought. The man could honestly think of very little that would qualify to be written on any such list. His personal motivations and goals were a lot more grounded, and a lot less expressed in bouts of whimsy. Taking another swig of his glass, the air had done it some good, making it a lot less acidic. "Well, perhaps in time I will give it a little more of an honest attempt." Raidou offered the girl the subtle reply, there was little reason he didn't cook on the regular other then it was already done when he arrived. It wasn't tha

The man turns the book inward toward his chest, leaning into Elda as she'd come up to pay him a greeting all her own. "Not too long, about 10 minutes or so. Enjoy your break?" He'd ask as she'd trail away, seeking out a cup of her own. As she'd take a seat he'd listen intently to her reasoning, paying her a earnest smile. Sitting close he'd fold the book up and place it down on the table, finding her curiosity a bit involved in his own past. So Kasumi had been playing teacher to Elda in regards to Mugen Tenshin. At least his own bastardized variation of it, that his father clearly did not appr

The ring of a notification catches the mans attention, and with a mild sense of reluctance he'd flip it open and his eyes would dart back an forth as he'd read it. "Guess duty calls. Its been fun Lessa." The man would tap the white powder off his hands with a quick pair of claps, standing and looking across the bar to Alexander. Tapping out the necessary coin with a few extra for a tip, helping to keep the lights on although Lessa was probably already paying most their bills at this point. "She was, and still is. Haine is still enjoying her life, free from all the baggage we live through on th

Pouring himself a bit of the wine, the smell was immediately potent to the nose. So strong he could damn near taste it from just a sniff. A very small sip had one of his eyes almost shut completely as it was very obviously alcoholic. How the hell the man had achieved the consistency of a spirit in fermented grapes was an entirely new realm of unfeasibility. Finally setting his eyes on Elda, who was wandering around in nothing more then a T-shirt that he wasn't even entirely sure where she got it from. Making sure to keep the cork off the wine and let it breathe a little, the stuff needed it. H