Jomei

The gentle brush of fingertips across a shoulder is what caused the tremble to cease. A recognizable, soft touch of cold, steel plated hands. He had survived. They had survived, that was all that mattered. He did his job, and he should be proud of that. Pushing himself up to his feet, he would unfurl the cloak that bunched behind him and stepped forth to join the others. – There was that undying, frontliner spirit. Not even an hour had passed since Callisto’s defeat, and they were already met with another round of danger. Most would retreat to safer grounds to tend their wounds and r

Acanthus seemed in disbelief that a crystal that allows instant teleportation existed. He had known about them for long, all the way from the first time logging in, it just seemed like basic knowledge. Perhaps that wasn’t the case, or it was an item that Acanthus never really paid much mind to. His intent to respond was interrupted by an unknown player, commenting on the holes that Acanthus and the other lad had been putting their hearts into. Jomei would raise his palms to the sides of his head and chuckle, “As much as I love me a good hole, I had no part in this. I was here first.” He o

-> Claiming Bear Trap and Maddening Hex

Jomei the emerald duelist The wave of swirling blue energy washed over Jomei’s form, filling in the tiny recess in his health bar that seemed to escape his recovery abilities. While unneccessary, it was appreciated. However, while he could have shared his thanks with their party’s healer, his gaze and attention were fixated on Callisto’s form. The once, proud beast taking in its final breath, ceased to exist. Another floor boss felled, another notch on his belt. But it was not only their victory that left Jomei speechless, it was his ow

(♫) The pounding thrum of his heart, beating so hard it could perhaps burst from his chest, matched the quake of Callisto's foot falls. Closer and closer the best drew towards Jomei, that primal, animalistic rage burned with an invisible inferno that was destroying what remained of the long rotted grove. With every movement made by the bear, the dry earth beneath their feet cracked and splintered as if it were a thin veil of ice. The vile cloud of otherworldly energy continued to seep into their realm, allowing Callisto once more to make use of the ethereal threads that bound him to

"What the hell is going on?" Jomei would mumble to himself under his breath as he dodged and weaved to avoid Callisto's assault. Just as quickly as he had perished, nothing left but shattered fragments to the stale wind, he was back to the land of the living. Now was definitely not the time to be pondering reality, and questioning how such a thing could happen. But the threat of death, in a world made to kill them, kept them living a dangerous life of caution for what felt like years. Was it all an empty threat? Would their real lives actually end when their digital forms died? Was

The floating message that held the space before his person, before swiping it away with a lackadaisical flick of his wrist, stung more than he had expected it too. Especially since it was his own lack of preparation that caused this defeat. It seemed that even their combined combat prowess - while enough to deal with the platoon of reptilian knights - was not a factor that would ensure them success. Freyd was the first to break the silence, Jomei a bit longer. Thankfully, neither of them were hurt. However, he needed all his brain power to steer clear from thinking about the fate of Char

"Take my advice." the cheery voice dropping, as did his smile. Not of disdain, or loathing.. but warning. "Don't rush. Take your time." A small sigh would ease the tension from his shoulders, and the demeanor he wore. "I'm sure anyone you've told that to has said the same thing. We've just seen so much shit in the raids, and so many making it their dream to join us." Head shook gently side to side, "I just don't want to see anyone dyin' before their time, is all." The smile finally returned to his lips, "I'm positive you'd make a great addition to the team.. I just don't want to see you

He gave it all, but his all wasn't enough. Knuckles white as he tried to grip tight at the tufts of the bear's fur, slick and matted with all kinds of putrid muck. He felt no release from the pressure atop his leather chest plate. Jomei was at the mercy of Callisto, and it didn't seem that he was going to be shown much of it. And suddenly, a small reprieve in the crushing weight. Coming to his rescue was Bahr, who had managed to use the beast's distracted state - and a better angle of leverage - to give Jomei but a moment to slip free from under the massive paw. The escape was

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The knights readied their weapons, aiming the sharp edges right at the bundle of green who still held onto the tiniest shred of hope that if he was quiet enough, they'd think he was some out of place shrub. Too much to ask for? A trident would pierce through the cloth, with not as much resistance as one would think, before yanking it back. Its owner, nowhere to be seen. In the last moment before getting kebabbed, he had undone the clasp keeping the cloak on his shoulders and dove out of the way as the weapon tore through the fabric. He still couldn't see everything, but the Knights

With dead eyes filled with a burning rage, Callisto charge at the group. Dark ichor poured from its open maw like saliva as its growl quickly rose into a menacing roar. Following patterns similar to the last time the beast had struck the entire group with a single blow, Jomei felt a pit form in his stomach. They had recovered from the last, devastating blow, but only just barely. Another like that could spell a lot of trouble for them. There was no dodging this strike - no, that would put the others in even more danger - he would need to take the full front and block it. Stepping further out i

The ginger cried out as Callisto's claws ripped through the ginger like a hot knife through butter. Once again, the bear had tainted its attacks with its rancid disease, and Jomei was feeling the effects of it. "Guh.." he'd groan as he pushed himself from the dirt to his hands and knees, "Dammit.." Everything was fine, he was still alive, and his comrades were - for the most part - unscathed. At least Callisto didn't hit them, he thought to himself. This was his job to take the hits he just... After dodging and ducking out of harm's way, quickly striking and retreating for so long, well,

The silent serenity of the beach, small waves crashing against the shore, the excited shouts of other party-goers behind them.. it was all broken as Acanthus suddenly shouted. Jomei turned in his place, completely taken off guard but wanting to make sure the girl is alright. It wasn't often someone felt that much pain in SAO. As Acanthus nursed her foot, she would dig the culprit out of the sand with her free hand - one of Zandra's crystals. Jomei would wince at the thought of stepping on one of those things.. so sharp. "Probably wasn't the best idea to hide what are basically caltrops w

"Well, if these quests just told us exactly where to go, wouldn't be as exciting would it?" "Oh. Alright." Jomei would respond with a shrug as Wulfrin took the lead. Probably was the smarter option, since he seemed to have been here before. Although the treant leader was their destination, a conversation between two individuals caught their ear. Jomei looked to Wulfrin for a moment, almost in disbelief at their luck. Looked like they would not have to do much asking around after all. Jomei took a back seat as Wulfrin entered himself into the conversation to try and ascertain more informa

-♫- Raising an arm to shield his face was hardly enough to block any of the sludge from coating his person. He thought Callisto's lair smelt bad enough as is, but now he was getting an up close and personal sniff. Fighting to hold off a gag, he dismissed his disgust. Now wasn't the time to worry about stench or appearances. They had a battle to win. "Could be." Jomei would respond to Bahr as he brushed a splash of grey mud from his cheek and hair. "I think we've faired far too lucky so far.. Im worried if he's got another phase up his sleeve, we'll be in for a world of hurt." Best they be

A sickly, purple bile seeped from the corners of Callisto's maw as its tongue lapped at its oversized claws. Jomei's head cocked to the side curiously, though his defense never dropped, watching what appeared to be a wounded animal tending to its paw. When he finally noticed that the sizzling, discolored saliva had been coating the rotten claws, it was already too late. The bear rushed forth at Jomei, ignoring the rest of his squad. The ginger attempted to dodge out of the way, but Callisto anticipated the player's movements. Jomei was left ravaged by the attack, bright red gash marks on one s

The beast's overgrown, rotten claws tore through the lot of them. Like an oncoming train, Jomei watched as Callisto's attack barreled towards him, after leaving the rest of his party in the monstrosity's wake. Barely a moment to react. The quickly falling health bars of his comrades in the corner of his eye dropped a pit into his stomach. How could it do so much damage to them, a single attack that hit all of them. His anxiety spiked with the severity of Callisto's bane, but he could not allow himself to falter. The second before the bear's claws made mincemeat of him, a blade rose to intercep

Not a word had left Jomei's lips - hardly even a gesture of his hand, offering the stranger a seat next to him - before this Acanthus began opening up to him. He had recognized her from the raid meeting not just a couple days prior, a new face on the frontlines. She was very quiet and to herself, a usual result of the anxiety and fear of the impending raid battle. Nonetheless, despite the fact that Jomei did not even have a chance to introduce himself, he allowed her to speak. He listened, as he was always taught. She spoke of her family, and their trips to the beach. Her worrisome

As he depart from the elven city, a traveling party of players crossing his path warned him of taking the main road through the valley. They didn't say much other than "Not a good time." Since Jomei was pressed for time to meet with Wulfrin, and did not want to have anything lurking in the valley to delay him, he figured not to press the warning any further and went on his way. Seeing as he had quite the path ahead of him, Jomei would unlatch the violin that hung from his hip and rested it on his shoulder. Diving into a melody that he had been composing in the back of his mind, a bow grasped i

The voice of a man clearly tired and out of options addressed them, the quest giver that was patiently standing around as the three - now two - conversed revealed the details of his plight. The prior foreman of the Yōgan mines had taken up arms, building a band of thugs and ruffians to terrorize the village, most likely out of revenge for his 'forced early retirement.' The ginger simply nodded along, allowing Siren to speak for the two of them. In the meantime, Jomei took care of officially accepting the quest as the prompt appeared before him and creating a party consisting of himself and his

Jomei the emerald duelist Consumables Used: >Smores - FILLED EVA 2(+1) Jomei | HP: 960/960 | EN: 134/134 | DMG: 21 | MIT: 44 | ACC:3 | TAUNT | F-SPIRIT | EVA:7 | BH:53 | HB: 42 | VAMP-D: 106 | BLI: 32/-20 | LD:1 So the quest wasn't going to make it simple for them. Tapping his chin with an inkling of curiosity, olive eyes looked over the menu screen. Very little details about the quest listing were given to them, aside from the objective to find Kumatetsu - and ultimately defeat them. No clues on their whereabouts, nor any

The greeting from his friend seemed rushed, as if he was trying to juggle ten other things at once. Maybe it was unwise to try and spark up a conversation with someone who was being spoken at by a number of other people. With pursed lips, his hands gently slid into the pockets of his jacket while he stepped back away from the ground. Perhaps another time then, he thought to himself as he turned from Morningstar and the others. Now came the awkward part of any gathering - finding somewhere to fit in. The blonde haired woman had invited him to join them, but they had since left their blanke

The sour note that shrieked from his violin as Callisto suddenly turned its eyes on Jomei and lunged forth may be in the running for the worst sound he had ever heard. His breath caught in his throat, the sudden reminder that HE WAS THE TANK. The days of being the quick moving DPS poking his rapier out from behind the safety of a heavily armored tank were gone. He was the first line of defense. The pit of fear suddenly burned away, as he was filled with purpose; Protect your comrades. The instant after Jomei's musical mishap, he fell back into step. The epic medley of strung notes that p

Cordelia. Finally a name to put to the face. A name that, thinking on it, he did not remember in the slightest. In one ear, out the other, when he first heard it. Maybe it was because the two hadn't even said two words to each other, except for maybe a noodle order. He wouldn't admit it, but he probably lumped her in with NPCs based off of that brief shopkeeper-customer meeting. "Yes! Right! I remember now. It was on the tip of my tongue." he awkwardly laughed. "Yeah, it has been awhile then. Probably would have seen you more often if Baldur, Mac and I held through on our dinner meeting