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Do you ever feel like breakin' down? Do you ever feel out of place? Like somehow you just don't belong And no one understands you Do you ever wanna run away? Do you lock yourself in your room With the radio on turned up so loud That no one hears you screaming? No, you don't know what it's like When nothin' feels alright You don't know what it's like to be like me To be hurt, to feel lost To be left out in the dark To be kicked when you're down To feel like you've been pushed around To be on the edge of breakin' down And no one's there to save you No, you don't

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Let's try this again.

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꧁༺Lessa༻꧂ Lessa | HP: 200/200 | EN: 43/43 | DMG: 10 | MIT: 42 | ACC: 2 | THORNS: 18 | BH: 6 | HB: 8 | REC: 2 | HLY: 2 Lessa, Guardian of Aincrad True Tier: 10 Level: 10 Paragon Level: 0 HP: 200/200 EN: 43/43 Stats: Damage: 10 Mitigation: 42 Accuracy: 2 Battle Healing: 6

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Rolling for highest LD! 241952 LD: 4

"No, I'm not dumb," she countered, and a soft laugh wove through her words. Now that she had a better handle on the situation, and she'd beaten back that pesky panic, she felt like she could finally take a deep breath again. For the first time since their fight began. "And you think pretty highly of yourself if you think I was going to rip off my own clothes, or better yet yours, right there on that stage." Though her face remained relaxed, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips, her blue eyes fired as she met his. "I'm not going to lie to you, I did feel something. And it felt g

Despite the rain sluicing over her body, finding every gap in her armor, and reaching some very problematic places, Lessa couldn't help but laugh. "Honestly, I think you missed your calling as a real-estate agent. You're really selling me on this place." Drawing a deep breath, she donned her very best HGTV Southern Belle accent. "Do you have trouble falling asleep? The gentle sounds of a light summer rain will lull you to sleep every night! And I can guarantee there will never be a line at the Starbucks!" An otherworldly screech from somewhere to their right zapped the life from Lessa mor

꧁༺Lessa༻꧂ Lessa | HP: 200/200 | EN: 43/43 | DMG: 10 | MIT: 42 | ACC: 2 | THORNS: 18 | BH: 6 | HB: 8 | REC: 2 | HLY: 2 Lessa, Guardian of Aincrad True Tier: 10 Level: 10 Paragon Level: 0 HP: 200/200 EN: 43/43 Stats: Damage: 10 Mitigation: 42 Accuracy: 2 Battle Healing: 6

Tech-A vs NIGHT 241642 | BD: 1 - Miss [2N | 0K] Telrenya | HP: 56/200 | EN: 33/43 | DMG: 11 | MIT:28 | ACC:2 | EVA:3 | BLD: 12 | PARA | Stun Immunity (2/3) | Burn 14 (1/2) [0N | 0K] Lessa | HP: 200/200 | EN: 41/43 (+1 +3 -2)| DMG: 11 | MIT: 52 | ACC: 2 | THORNS: 18 | BH: 6 | HB: 8 | REC: 2 | HLY: 2 | Sushi Plate | Hyperactive (2/3) VS [6T | 0L] NIGHT | HP: 156/200 (152 + 16 - 12) | EN: 27/58 (36+1-2-8) | DMG: 11 | ACC: 4 | MIT: 22 | EVA: 3 | BH: 7 | HB: 9 | VAMP-D: 22 | LD: 3 | AA | FS | STEALTH: 4 | Concentration (3/5) | Bleed 12 (2/2) | TEA (+10 EN on crit) [0T | 0L]

Joy sparked as Tel's attack found its mark, the tip of the rapier piercing through NIGHT's chest. And yes, it was certainly weird that Lessa was celebrating the fact that her friend had just been stabbed, but that was something she would have to unpack later, at home. Orrrrr once they'd beaten the game, in the very lengthy and very expensive therapy sessions that she would surely find herself in. Lessa was so focused on her partner's success that she nearly missed NIGHT's question. There was no chance, of course, of her missing the devastating blow that her guildmate dished out as a respo

A kaleidoscope of emotions swirled across the other player's expression. Lessa thought she caught surprise, then pleasure, and maybe a bit of embarrassment? It was evident what Jomei saw in her. Softening further, Lessa offered Telrenya a nod. "He has! All good things, I promise." Though it wasn't as if the man made a habit out of badmouthing people, especially someone like Tel. Shifting her attention to the food, Lessa brought her plate alongside the bowl of spaghetti, careful not to splash sauce on the pristine tablecloth as she scooped. "Really really. Definitely comfort foods for me. Even

"Going well? Popping off?" That familiar rage rose again, bubbling through her like white-hot magma climbing a volcano. She'd felt the same way less than an hour before, facing him on that stage. Back then, she'd already been superheated by his words and his hands on her. Time and distance had done little to cool her off, as they'd both just discovered. She'd stripped off her heavy armor, but hadn't taken the time to change into anything more stylish than the long-sleeved shirt and pants she wore beneath. The cool breeze that blew through the square tugged at the thin fabric, and sent her

Lessa grew bug-eyed again. "It'd better not be my friend coming back for round two," she shot back, drilling a finger into Jomei's chest. "Don't you put that evil on me." But the action held no real malice, and when she pulled her finger back, she was smiling at him. She reached up to grab the lip of the bar, then hauled herself up and back onto her feet. Then she reached down to offer Jomei a hand, bringing him up beside her. "So looks like we need to head to the docks and wait for a shop." No sooner had the word left her mouth than her eyes narrowed, and she called her HUD back up with a twi

꧁༺Lessa༻꧂ Lessa | HP: 200/200 | EN: 43/43 | DMG: 11 | MIT: 52 | ACC: 2 | THORNS: 18 | BH: 6 | HB: 8 | REC: 2 | HLY: 2 | Sushi Plate Lessa, Guardian of Aincrad True Tier: 10 Level: 10 Paragon Level: 0 HP: 200/200 EN: 43/43 Stats: Damage: 10 Mitigation: 42 Accuracy: 2 Battle Healing: 6 Ste

Blinking owlishly back at him, Lessa hesitantly let her hands fall away from her ears. She wrapped one around the wrist of his hand that touched her cheek, squeezing appreciatively. “Shit, sorry,” she hissed out, trying for a sheepish smile, but landing on a grimace instead. “I, uh, react really poorly to distorted sounds for some reasons. Skipping records, alarms, anything played backward, or on repeat. Can’t tell you why. Triggers fight or flight.” She shifted on the dirty tavern floor, attempting to move her body off of his, and sending the glass bottle skittering away in the process.

The Town of Beginnings was no New York City. There were no skyscrapers, the pizza didn't come close, and she hadn't seen a single Naked Cowboy the entire time she'd been in Aincrad. Still, they did both share the characteristic of never sleeping. No matter the day, no matter the hour, someone wandered the streets. Often many someones, and the small parks and plazas that dotted the city saw their fair share of activity. For that reason, it was suspiring that Oscar had managed to find one without any other Players milling about. Or perhaps he'd simply scared them all off. He did cut an incredibl