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[F3-NK-PP] What Started a Small Friendship. (Lessa)
Lessa replied to Husky's topic in Beginner Floors
"Hakkasan Tavern. Hakkasan." Lessa let the word roll off her tongue, marveling at how foreign it felt. She repeated it a couple more times, trying a few different variations of pronunciation. She had no idea which was correct, but after a few attempts, she determined the least she could do was pay the establishment a visit. While the third floor was far from her least favorite, it was not one that she often frequented; she had never before stumbled across this particular wooden sign, or the tavern it advertised. It was rare that the blonde find something new in Aincrad, and as such, she found -
"Thief! Get back here!" The shout rose above the din of the city, and startled me from my window-shopping. Instinctively, I turned, my gaze immediately picking through the crowd for the source of the cry. It settled upon a panic-stricken brunette, who seemed no older than the middle schoolers I had worked with before Aincrad. A frown creased my features at the sight; robbery was never acceptable, but picking on young people really rubbed me the wrong way. I moved into a jog, coming to rest beside the girl, and only then realizing that she had no curser. It was an NPC. Slight embarrassment
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Here's my face.
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The sudden rattling of a door nearly frightened Lessa out of her skin. Despite her extensive experience with the paranormal, loud noises proved to be the bane of her existence. She loosed a string of exceptionally unladylike curses, wrapping her arms about herself to calm her galloping heart. "Maybe we found our answer," she muttered, when she finally managed to find her voice. Hikoru's voice carried, and she felt herself relax slightly. He was the one who had tried to get inside, and not some great beast, or disgruntled spirit. He could make such a graceful exit, but getting inside was an ent
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Marathoning my favorite Blizzard games this weekend. Heroes, Hearthstone, SC2, and Overwatch. Anyone else play?
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Like a good friend should, Lessa listened in thoughtful silence while Baldur spoke. However, despite her best efforts, she could not keep the bemused smirk from curling her lips. By the end, she was nearly grinning at him. Perhaps it was inappropriate, and more than a little insensitive, but his short story had left her teetering on the edge of a fit of giggles. "Baldur," she started, her blue eyes dancing as she leveled her gaze. "When you tell me that Jason wasn't a good guy, you've got me thinking of kicking puppies or stealing candy from babies." She gave an amused snort, her breath a
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"Hmm." The noise was light, and thoughtful, and only just barely audible. How could the man possibly prefer to stay here, trapped in this floating prison? The thought baffled her, but she managed to keep the perplexed expression from her face. Rather, she remained neutral. All the while, her mind raced. Was it possible to grow so acclimated to the game that it became reality? In a sense, she understood; she was far past considering the threats imaginary. But the outside world still felt real. It was her goal. It motivated her, and she wanted it more than anything else. "Lessa still feels
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Hold me in this wild, wild world. Cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be, and in your heat I feel how cold it can get. Continuation of New Beginnings. Frozen Lake ❄ Closed to Baldur At the thought of their first meeting, a wry smile twisted her lips. "If I remember correctly," she began, "I about killed you." As her gaze found his, and noticed the humor in his eyes, her expression softened. "Did I ever apologize for that, by the way?" At the very least, she assumed that he had forgiven her, as he considered her one of his closest friends. There was a sudden desire to s
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Would anyone be up for completing the Lord of the Seas quest with me?
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Life has been pretty unkind lately. But I'm going to get some writing done, because it always helps with these things. Sorry to those I've kept waiting.
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Awesome pictures! I'd love to check out Norway sometime.
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Sorry for the tardiness, conferences have consumed my life. I'll work on getting all my replies out this weekend. :)
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"Ma'am?" she echoed, feigning insult as she shrugged his hand away. But she could not keep the act going for long, and a grin finally split her chapped lips. "I can't be that much older than you. And I don't think I've ever been called ma'am." Her eyes, as blue as the cloudless sky that sprawled above them, were wide and laughing. She clapped him on the arm, only then noticing the weapon he carried. Humor waned into surprise. "Spear, huh?" she inquired, her head tilting just a bit as she gave it a once-over. "I don't remember you being the Balsa-type." Instantly recognizing that he probab
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"You were hoping for ghosts?" the woman asked incredulously. Then with a small laugh, she shook her head. "Man, I guess I can't blame you. I'd take ghosts over the alternative any day." Without waiting for a request, she elaborated: "demons, monsters, all that jazz." Despite the seemingly eerie topic of conversation, it was one she was familiar with. In fact, she even had some experience in that particular department. "Ghosts are creepy, sure. But they can't do much to you. If this place is haunted, I'd rather it be by ghosts." After Hikoru took his leave via fairly unusual methods, Lessa
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I'm looking for help creating a signature. I'd really like to incorporate a GIF, so please let me know if you'd be willing. Thank you!
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Lessa gave a half-shrug, demonstrating her uncertainty when Beatbox countered her claim. "I mean," she began softly, "this could be a boss, for all we know. A boss with a very elaborate setup, sure. But for all we know, there's a monster waiting outside." The words hung in the silence for a moment, and they did nothing to settle her nerves. More likely, they had unnerved the entire party. Hoping to remedy the situation, she forced a weak smile, and added, "but probably not. Right?" Now her gaze swung to the fire, which Beatbox questioned as Hikoru explored it. "I'm not sure why its here,"
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"Beatbox and Hikoru," she repeated, nodding to each in turn. For a moment, she found herself impressed by their polite bows and formal introductions. Her manners had a way of leaving her when the situation grew stressful, but that did not appear to be the case for the two men. At Beatbox's question, the blonde shook her head. "I don't know," she admitted. "Maybe it is some sort of event? I mostly hear talk of people coming her around Halloween, so maybe it is special for October?" She let silence fall momentarily between the threesome, and then she gave a slight shrug. "I can't say for su
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Sunlight streamed through the front windows, but it could not cut through to the back of the shop. Instead, the heart of the Wild Rose Forge was lit by the fire in the corner. Its flames danced merrily, the crackling and popping reminiscent of the fires that Alyssa had enjoyed with her parents during frigid Michigan evenings. But this fire was much hotter, the air beside it hazy with the blistering heat. It streaked across Lessa's bare arms, dampening her skin with beads of salty sweat. Though the blacksmith was out of practice, the feeling was still familiar to her, and she did not rush to es
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The woman heard the man approaching before she might have sensed him otherwise. The fallen leaves amplified each movement, and made it impossible to move with any real sort of stealth. On one hand, that fact came as a blessing, because she was given ample warning when someone was drawing closer. On the other, the noise inspired a certain sense of foreboding within her; the goosebumps that raced up and down her bare arms had nothing to do with the chill in the air. Furthermore, she wondered what would happen if some entity was able to move without disturbing the leaves. She would never see it c
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"New day," Lessa spoke aloud, to herself, as there was no one else in the shop. The smile she wore was easy, and well rested, as she had finally achieved a decent night's rest. It had been some time since she had been able to claim that, considering the violent nightmares and waves of guilt that plagued her evening hours. But the wounds were healing with time, and her own self-realizations had hastened the process. If this game was to be here prison, she could not spend all of her time sulking. There were still some beautiful things that lurked within the confines of SAO. Her own cloud of dark
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The leaves crunched beneath Lessa's boot. With each step, she winced, her lips drawn in a tight line of concentration. Her goal had never been to make as much noise as possible, but it seemed as if she were doing just that. In the distance, she could hear the hushed voices of other players, carrying on the evening's cool breeze. The decision to split had been hers, as she did not care to stay out any later than necessary. At the same time, after a full three hours of walking, they could not hardly turn around again and go back. They had arrived, and they had a mission - best to take care of it
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The School The large, one-room schoolhouse stands silent among the tall trees. Unlike the church, the bell that once hung in its tower is now long-gone. Large windows, their glass shattered centuries before, allow a player to peer into a place of learning, left abandoned. Rows of desks still face the front of a room, where a wooden desk resides beside a squat, wood-burning stove. The stove is still warm to the touch, and the apple that is perched upon the desk cannot be more than a few days old. But the rest of the room is filled with only cobwebs and heavy, suffocating silence. Those who
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I'm putting together a team to investigate a haunted town. Expect ghosts, monsters, and all sorts of Halloween goodness. Please let me know if you would be interested.
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The boy turned from her to talk shop with the owner, and Lessa opted to give them their privacy. There had been a reason why Arc entered the shop, after all, and she simply occupied herself with the data he had shared until he was finished. It was only then that she addressed some of the comments the dark-haired player had made. "Set sounds interesting," she assured him. "And as unbelievable as it sounds, he won't be my first mythological god." The memory brought a creeping smile to her lips, but she figured that would be a story for another day. Instead, she moved to the discussion of difficu
