Kiru

Although I considered myself to be a confident person, I felt slightly embarrassed to even be participating in this event. On top of that, making a fool of myself on the sand was not helping me either. Last week’s battle was tumultuous, however victory was secured very suddenly. It gave me slight confidence, but otherwise nothing was gained from that interaction. “Shit,” I muttered under my breath after I managed to scrape my opponent. I left myself vulnerable for his counter. Before I could think of parrying, his knee connected with my chest. I let out a small exhale out of sheer surpr

ID: 241969, LD 18 [Win!]

ID: 241667, LD 11 Kiru goes first ID: BD 2 [-1 EVA +2 ACC = 6, Hit] (6*10=60-42= 18DMG) CD 2 [trap triggered] Kiru | HP: 180/200 | EN: 38/38 | DMG: 10 | MIT:36 | ACC:2 | EVA:3 Oscar | HP: 182/200 | EN: 40/40 | DMG: 10 | MIT:42 | ACC:2 | EVA:1 The thought of sand made my eyebrow twitch out of frustration. I was aware of the location where this third battle would be held, and truly I was not impressed. This was my own gripe, however I could not fathom how I was going to navigate this sand in a battle. Even so, I was trying to get over the mental block of using the sand as a

Okay if I miss one more time. Aimed at Lessa. ID: 241643 BD 2

In this moment I realized I had not truly fought someone who was labelled as a support. The concept went over my head oftentimes due to the amount in which they left themselves vulnerable. I understood that on certain teams it was standard for the support players to be protected at all times, however it is never guaranteed they are safe. I wondered how someone could put that much trust in their teammates. Could I trust someone like that? Hmmm I turned the blade over in my hand again. I let out a frustrated sigh and began another attack against Lessa. I truly was not trying to bully her, b

Almost suddenly, the match begun. Whatever interactions I was having with Night were halted- interrupted, by our green-haired opponent as she took the first strike against my partner. The tactic seemed rushed, but I was glad it was not directed towards me. I was quick, but not that quick. I shifted my gaze to my other opponent, Lessa. I smirked, recalling that I knew of Lessa but never truly interacted with her. Much like me, she had been around for awhile, "nice to finally meet your acquaintance" I shot forward towards Lessa. The dagger felt like a different weight in my hand, and unlike my p

“Huh? Why are we in a church?” I opened my invitation to double-check the address- and it was correct. The Grand Cathedral in Taft was where I was supposed to be. “Taft, huh…” The Eleventh floor held some weird memories for me, but I pushed them aside and walked in with confidence. Though I lost week one against Katoka, I wasn’t nervous for this one. It was a doubles fight, and now I got a feel for combat. Still, I had not met with my partner yet. I looked down at my dress. I chose to wear the St. Valentine’s dress that Ariel had made me some time ago because I felt it matched the occasi

"Perhaps this is so," I turned over my blade once again and prepared for Katoka's attack. It seemed she realized this was not a deadly fight after my second hit. I had been so close to death that I had accepted my fate many times; the prospect of dying itself was not that unnatural. However, dying in this fight was not even a consideration due to the rules. Would I have joined if this was to the death? That would be a flashy and stupid way to go out." She disappeared again, "You're like a little glow stick. Someone cracks you open and you light up, how fun" I teased, though not really knowing

I stared across at Katoka for a brief moment, then the crowd. There were a lot of people watching. It made me wonder if anyone I knew was there. I’d like to think that somewhere I had something supporting me, but no evidence gave me that impression. Especially since I had distanced myself long ago, it was probably that case there wasn’t anyone here for me. Strange enough, I wasn’t bothered by it. The overall exhilaration of combat was coursing throughout my body. I returned my gaze back to Katoka when she started towards me. This time wasn't as quick as before. She swung, and missed me, sailin

Katoka shared a similar sentiment and kept the greeting brief. She found her place directly across from me. Much like others I had fought in the past, this woman had something flashy going on with her weaponry and overall guise. Goddamn. I’m like…ancient I thought, watching the heat around Katoka’s body change color. In the same instance, she was gone. My muscles tensed quite a bit, but I remained alert. I was completely aware of the fact that I was out of my element here, given the fact I hadn’t so much as killed a boar in a long time. It was difficult, but I shifted my foot slightly to

Alkor’s stature made sense, given it had been a long time. I knew nothing about this person that stood in front of me now offering me an acknowledging nod. He then did the same greeting to Baldur then, which filled me with an immense sense of relief. There was something almost stoic about how they interacted. It did not raise alarms in my head, but was familiar. I recalled exchanging a similar look with Oikawa the last time I saw him; the overall tone of unfinished business lingered. All I could do was watch their interaction and test the waters of how truthful they were being. Baldur cu

KIRU | HP: 200/200 | EN: 38/38 | DMG: 10 | MIT:36 | ACC:2 | EVA:3 “What the fuck am I even doing here?” I said quietly. I turned slightly and scanned the small area for an exit, but there didn’t seem to be one. I had heard about this tournament through the grapevine somehow, and by some lapse of judgement I signed up. The concept of a tournament like this would have intrigued me some time ago- I would have been thrilled! I imagine the entire Azure team would have had a monopoly on an event like this. But now? Now I felt slightly out of place. My own insecurities from being away from com

Spending -6 SP on Weapon Skills for Banshee Shiv to be Rank 3 + (6DMG?) Spending -10 SP of Rank 3 + enhancement for Light Armor - Rank 3 [Rank 3 Cloth Armor Mod] Athletics +18 MIT - 4 SP Effect: Gain +1 base Damage. -13 SP to Rank 3 Grandmaster EVA (Combat Mastery) -23 SP overall

Signing up :-)

After Baldur raised from his seat he put his weapons fully away. The small gesture made me feel only a little bit more at ease, but nonetheless eased. He did not seem much older than me, but he looked as though he had lived twice as many lives as I did. Something about him was worn. I took the lead from Baldur, but not too far ahead. Regardless of the outcome with Baldur and Alkor, my ego would not let me cower in the face of fear. “I did not know him that well, either,” I said. I weighed the words in my head and considered asking Baldur a question or two, but our destination was not that

Current Level: 20 Current SP: 56 Link to SP Tracking: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1NzAF6baj9-sOt7xq7SJJ0HeFcPKT2nBvjz8Pv70GPX8/edit?gid=0#gid=0 Item Upgrades: 2.6 | PRE-CONVERSION 3.0 | UPGRADED ITEM #1 Item Name: Cupid's Wings Item ID: 240317 Item Tier: N/A Item Type: Light Armor Item Rarity: Perfect (Boss drop) Item Enhancements: MIT 3 Description: An item of light armor classed clothing which allows the wearer to experience Cupid's strength, the cape looks like a pair

Baldur raised an eyebrow at my explanation of my time in the Azure guild. It was nonthreatening, coupled with a sigh that seemed exhaustive and pensive to me. A message then appeared on my HUD from Alkor. That was quick, I thought. I was not sure what I was expecting, given I thought he was dead from the boss raid. I was used to the concept of people answering my messages rather quickly, but I could not remember the last time I messaged someone. I avoided the urge to sift through my old messages and read Alkor’s instead while Baldur spoke about Oikawa’s involvement. “Is that right” I fir

The anticipation was killing me, but I held my eyes straight onto his. He looked confused, or was at least acting confused. He then questioned who would have wanted to kill me, and my eyes wandered for a moment. Opal challenged me awhile ago and seemed very set on making sure I died. I pissed off a lot of people. I considered for a second whether or not Oikawa’s intention all that time ago was to kill me after Zelrius. He was too close to everything, I recalled the long list of people that hated Azure Brigade, or hated my status in the guild enough to try and hurt me for it. His name…Kei

I peeked my eyes open and looked down at Baldur when he began to talk about the Hydra boss from Floor 10. He seemed to speak with an emotion that I placed somewhere between pride and excitement. A tiny smirk appeared upon me. I was so young- too young, to be participating in a floor raid. The fact I was a leader during not one, but two battles was astounding to me. It certainly did nothing to curb my cockiness. This smirk disappeared instantly when Baldur mentioned Azure Brigade… that he was a member. My hand instinctively twitched towards my dagger on my hip. We’re in a safe zone” I rea

Upon my question he took another piece of sushi. Metaphorically, the cold demeanor of my question might have been tough to swallow it seemed. I could tell this was a hard topic for him to think about despite his outward sturdiness. Azide, I thought the name seemed vaguely familiar. It was similar to walking past a smell from your childhood but you just couldn’t place where it was coming from. For my own sake, I allowed the thought to leave my head. Baldur’s countenance shifted as he explained the cause of death for his friend. It was during a boss raid? This sentence alone did not make m

There was a moment of silence between me saying my name and this man, Baldur, in which recognition seemed to occur. I admit, I was hoping that somehow he knew me. I was a little disappointed when this moment faded and it was clear he did not know me. There was no part of me that recognized him either. He then bowed and smiled whilst gesturing to me to sit down. There’s no way in hell I am sitting down, I thought to myself as he began to procure sushi from an unknown place. What is it with this dude… His offer for me to join him was not enticing to me, seeing as there are a lot of ways to

Ascribing Zelrius and I as metaphorical stars created a visual in my head. This grand delusion allowed me to dissociate slightly from the harsher reality that he was gone. In this instance we would be able to collide together- and sad as it is, I would survive and burn brighter carrying the light for both of us. However, it did not really feel like that at the moment. In the midst of uncontrollable tears and a desperate attempt to keep Zelrius alive in my head, I hardly noticed someone behind me, let alone speaking. I was in the safe zone, so I was not necessarily in any form of immediat

(PM for invite, please!) The prospect of dying by suicide always seemed a bit dramatic to me. Yet, here I found myself on a ledge on the second floor. I glanced behind me, no one was really watching. I thought of Daeron for a brief moment. His final message bounced around in my head sometimes when I felt similarly to how I felt now, “To all of those who suffer like me, let me bring your burdens with me outside of this world.” “If only it were that easy,” I spoke dryly. I had seen a lot of death during my time here, but none felt as surreal as his. A small frustrated sigh esca

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