Jomei

"I know" Jomei's voice breathy as he took heavy breaths in and out. "I know I know. I'm sorry. I'm not-" he released a much longer, smoother breath as his nerves finally calmed, "Too much of a fan either." Thick rain drops, like bullets made of water, pelted him in the face making it hard to keep his eyes open for more than a second. Though, the falling rain was the least of his worries, now that the back of his head waded in murky, dank sea water. "I didn't see many other options, and with the fire-" He hadn't even processed that Lessa had fallen on top of him, until he felt the weight of her

Now with a source of light that they could rely on, matching up the shipping labels with the manifesto was simple. It took some time, and cautious maneuvering, to retrieve everything from the storage room without causing an avalanche of assorted cargo. Yet, the two managed to move the entirety of the shipment to the stairs with nothing more than a few scuffs on the barrels. The storm still raged on, as it had ever since they stepped foot on this floor just a couple of hours ago. The sky shattering cracks of thunder no longer muffled by the planks of the vessel, and wind carried rain pelted the

Jomei the emerald duelist The White Rabbit Tavern, a good name for a bar. Always wondered if it had an Alice and Wonderland motif, or if the owner was just a fan of rabbits. The name had crossed his metaphorical desk before, though never from anyone he was familiar with. Apparently it was a popular spot for Lessa, and a spattering of other veterans. It was also built into the side of one of the floor's many snow covered mountains. A hike wasn't exactly on Jomei's agenda for today, but the promise of good drinks, and even better company

Thread Complete Jomei Wins! Total Words: 7992 Jomei | [Word Count: 7992/10 = 799.2] * [True Tier: 12] * [Group Factor: 0.7] = 6713*2 = 13426 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 1006 col Lessa | [Word Count: 7992/10 = 799.2] * [True Tier: 10] * [Group Factor: 0.7] = 5594*2 = 11188 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 839 col

A somewhat familiar, booming voice called from the crowd. Caught Lessa's attention immediately, which, of course, triggered Jomei to turn his head in their direction as well. Like playing a game of 'spot the anime protagonist' in a sea of NPCs donned in plain town clothes. His monstrous frame and chiseled face that looked like he walked right off of the cover of Aincrad's Hottest Men magazine were impossible to miss. “When I kissed you-" He was reminder of their first round fight, probably one of the only ones he had a chance to sit down and watch that week. It was.. steamy.. to say in th

"Nice, isn't it?" Jomei greeted her with a smile as she woke from her catnap. The back of his hand gently traced the outside of her forearm, longing for the softness of her skin as his knuckles ran against the cold of her snow speckled armor. Gently squeezing her hand between his fingers, he dove into the endless, blue of her eyes once more. The soft, hooded gaze of hers that didn't need a wide grin to smile back at him. "I can see it in your eyes, you know." his voice matching the tenderness of her gaze, "You don't want to do this." There was a beat before he clarified, "This meaning," he ges

The roar and rumble of the audience fell to a whisper. That whisper diminished even still until there was nothing but silence. He could swear he could hear the sounds of snowflakes softly hitting the snow covered earth. For that brief moment, it had felt as though the two had slipped through the cracks of reality and stepped into their own pocket world. Just him and her, Jomei and Lessa. The warmth of her embrace, despite the cool touch of her steel plated garments, and her frost covered eyelashes gently brushing against the skin of his neck. There was a comfort to it that

He would have to remember to ask her what quest granted her the audacity to throw a penalty in his face - for snow to the face. "Unsportsmanlike? Me?" He gawked at Lessa, finally removing the length of his rapier from Lessa's hip. "And an unsanctioned dick joke isn't? Hm? If I've gotta' sit in the penalty box, then you bet your ass you'll be right there with me." If she was going to point fingers, than he was going to fire back. The edge of his lips tugged into a smirk. "Offsides!" A hearty chuckle that made his shoulders rise and fall, he would offer Lessa a nice one finger salute

"Well well, getting a bit cheeky now are we?" Jomei would chuckle as he shifted onto his back foot, narrowly avoiding Lessa's sword from cleaving him in two. Dodging and parrying, he remained on the defensive. "You sure size matters?" he would taunt her as he continued to avoid her attacks, "Not gonna do much if you don't know how to use it." Bracing the flat end his rapier's blade, he would block a sideswipe from Lessa. Pushing back against the weight of her strike, he would lean into their clashing blades. Mischievous smirk plastered on his face, "I can give you a demonstration." Pullin

There was something hypnotic about the depth of those cerulean eyes, like endless oceans that pull you in with each lingering glance. One could spend an eternity gazing into them, wading through their shades of azure and cobalt, losing themself in the quiet promise they hold. Each look was a current, gently tugging him deeper, until he was adrift in a world where nothing else exists but the infinite blue that surrounded him. But this was not a staring contest, and it was not until her playful beckoning with a single finger did he finally break from that trance. Following suit, Jomei

Jomei //spreadsheet the emerald duelist "Guh.." Jomei groaned as he crushed the can within his grasp, letting the aluminum hit the table top with a light clang. Twelve. Twelve cans, all in various states of slightly mangled or toppled over, littered the wooden surface of the tabletop and the floor around him. Without pulling his face from the palm of his hand, which was propped up by an elbow, he opened his inventory to summon another drink - the same container, but full. "Uh, sir." a voice would speak to him, softly, a waitress w

Thread Complete Quest Objective: Failed Total Words: 7649 Jomei | [Word Count: 7694/10 = 769.4] * [True Tier: 12] * [Group Factor: 0.7] = 6463 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 969 col Lessa | [Word Count: 7694/10 = 769.4] * [True Tier: 10] * [Group Factor: 0.7] = 5386 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 807 col

Duel Complete.. Jomei wins! Total Word Count: 6341 Jomei | [Word Count: 6341/10 = 634.1] * [True Tier: 12] * [Group Factor: 0.7]) *2 Double EXP = 10652 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 798 col Telrenya | [Word Count: 6341/10 = 634.1] * [True Tier: 5] * [Group Factor: 0.7] *2 Double EXP = 4438 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 332 col

::PH:: //Main Action -> Recovery | +13 BH, +9 HB, +1 EN Rest (+10 EN) //Swift Action ->Evade +1 EVA (-2 EN) Katoka | HP: 144/400 | EN: 16/43 (3+3+10) | DMG: 10 | MIT:30 | ACC:3 | EVA:1 | BH:13 | REC: 2 | FLN: 4 | HLY: 4 | ENV-O 16 (2/4) Jomei | HP: 75/400 | EN: 22/43 | DMG: 10 | MIT:26 | ACC:3 | AA | F-SPIRIT | EVA:3 | FL.AURA: 4 | BH:13 | HB: 9 | FLN: 4 | HLY: 2 |

Comfort set in almost immediately, as he fought back against every fiber of his being that wanted to just melt into the woman's side. He had become so accustomed to the cold touch of her gauntlet, that he could only imagine how alien her touch would feel without the armor. Friendly, non romantic touch, of course - he tilted his chin away from Lessa to mask the pink hue that filled his cheeks. Reciprocating the embrace, he would place his hand on the back of Lessa's shoulder before standing upright. "I appreciate that, truly. And all that actually sounds pretty nice." he would admit with a

::PH:: //Main Action -> Recovery | +13 BH, +9 HB, +1 EN Rest (+10 EN) //Swift Action ->Evade +1 EVA (-2 EN) Katoka | HP: 147/400 | EN: 3/43 | DMG: 10 | MIT:30 | ACC:3 | EVA:1 | BH:13 | REC: 2 | FLN: 4 | HLY: 4 | ENV-O 16 (1/4) Jomei | HP: 53/400 | EN: 13/43 | DMG: 10 | MIT:26 | ACC:3 | AA | F-SPIRIT | EVA:3 | FL.AURA: 4 | BH:13 | HB: 9 | FLN: 4 | HLY: 2 |

A crash of thunder on a day where no storms loomed in the distance. The gods of Olympia were either expressing pleasure with their performance, or disdain that no blood was being drawn. Katoka seemed to take it as the latter, and their furious, clashing of blades was interrupted as she snuck in past his defense. The color drained from his knuckles, fingers digging into the wrapped leather hilt as he clenched. His body stung, even in the absence of pain, and he could feel it beginning to take its toll on him. His natural healing working overtime to keep him afloat, but each slice of that katana

Radiant energy poured from Katoka's blade as it cut clean through Jomei's chest. The fresh wound burned, emitting that same bright, holy light that Katoka hit him with. Even without the sensation of pain, the numbing heat was just as unbearable. Truly a taste of his own medicine, and it didn't feel good. However, there was no time to lick his wounds, no time to gawk at Katoka's power and speed. If he wanted to stand a chance, he needed to be just as fast and hit just as hard. "Embarrass me?" the ginger scoffed as the scalding feeling finally dissipated. "You're going to have to try a lot

"Good." Jomei would nod with a smile as he glanced past the brim of his oversized hood. "Happy to know I'm extra safe now." The waterlogged floorboards strained and creaked with each step they took. The anxiety of the stairs collapsing under their weight was ever present, but relief set in as the lower decks seemed much more stable. Even more so relieved to get out of the rain, even if for only a short time. "And you didn't drag me anywhere. In case you haven't noticed, I enjoy your company." The soaked hood flopped like a wet mop against his shoulders as he pushed it off of his head - which d

Katoka began to circle Jomei, like a vulture stalking its prey. Holding his ground, the duelist would slowly turn in place to keep her in front of him at all times. A steady hand kept the tip of his rapier pointed at her chest, while vigilant eyes waited for any tell of her next move. Firing back at Jomei, she gently shot down his flirtatious remarks. A balled fist clenched at his chest dramatically "Ouch, rejected. Did I lose health from that emotional damage?" His shining smirk would hint that he was playing it up. "Ah, just giving credit where it's due, and just having a little fun. M

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Static clung to the air as the samurai before him vanished in a literal flash. Eyes widened as he sharply inhaled, shocked at the sheer speed his opponent was exhibiting. Shit, she's fast. The message carried from his brain to his limbs, screaming at him to move. But by then, it was too late. A literal flash. Cold steel cut deep into his torso, but colder was that dark energy from Katoka's blade that seeped into the wound. Raising both of his arms to his front, he would shove the ashen haired warrior away and kick up into a backflip to create some additional distance. The moment his

Jomei the emerald duelist //spreadsheet Deep breaths.. Back pressed against the stone of the dimly lit tunnel, absentmindedly staring at sconce bolted to the wall across from him. The flame shook and flickered as the corridor shook, the cheering and stomping of today's spectators causing the entire arena to tremble under their feet. Slowly pulling a hand from his pocket, Jomei would raise the small stone he clasped within his palm. Smooth and rounded on one end, jagged on the other. With a thumb and forefinger, he held the se