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So it wasn't personal. He hadn't been the only reason Jevi's trust was broken. Though it hurt to hear, Grave felt a twinge less guilty. "I don't plan on running away again," he reassured her. "Ah, yes. In fact, always assume that if you can't find me, that's where I'll be. It's peaceful out there, I like it a lot. It's a place that's close to my heart." He smiled as he reminisced about the time he'd spent in the wilds of the second floor. Grave choked up as Jevi spoke the name of the player he spoke of. There were no feelings there as there once had been - after the trauma of her betrayal
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"More people are still picking it up, huh?" Grave mused and smirked. He recalled Kranzer, the player he had intended to take under his wing and train to use <<Martial Arts>> at a higher level than most people tried to get it to. "I'm happy it still sees some use. And that you're using it too," he said the last bit with a nervous chuckle. "I think it suits you." Grave watched as Jevi started to rise from her seat. He didn't back away, look down or try to protect himself. Her voice climbed and her arms shook against the table. He listened intently, keeping his violet eyes locked
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Grave listened to Jevi's response in silence as he chowed down on his croissant, bites interspersed with sips of his coffee, until finally he cleared his plate. He smiled. "I'm glad that you joined a guild, even if it was only for a short time. I'm surprised, but at least you made some friends." She mentioned changing up her skills and he coughed into a laugh. "It certainly feels like you've changed up your style," he rubbed his stomach tenderly. "You haven't happened to pick up levels in <<Martial Arts>>, by any chance?" he asked her. He picked at his coat and shrugged. "I ma
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Grave leaned forward, his elbows on the table and his clasped hands against his chin. His leg jumped up and down as he thought of where to start. Where exactly was he before he buggered off? "I guess it started when I attended the KoB's raid meeting for the seventeenth floor," he started. "I just remember standing there and thinking 'do I really belong?'. Everyone else felt like they knew exactly what to do, exactly where they stood. They knew how strong they were. I just kind of listened." He dropped his forehead onto his hands, raising his voice to be heard over them. "And then I didn't
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Grave glanced over Jevi's shoulder at the inn she had exited only moments before. "Yeah, better to not overstay your welcome," he noted and folded his arms. His brow scrunched in deep thought, he tapped on his arm in a steady tempo. His pondering was interrupted by a sharp nudged against his arm and he turned to watch Jevi walk past him. "Right. Yeah. Actually seeing what the city has to offer might be a good start," he agreed and followed behind, slipping his hands into the pockets of his coat. The scent of something meaty and bready wafted by his nose and he turned his head up to breath
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"Nope, no thanks. One was enough," Grave grunted, waving his hands in front of him in a feeble move to protect himself in case Jevi really did follow through. It was weird, talking almost normally like this. He expected their reunion to be... quieter. Still expected her to punch him, but in his mind there was a lot less chit-chat and more 'the hell do I do now?'. "Cleared it. Completely. So I guess what I'm saying is... don't take it personally?" he claimed uneasily with a wry shrug and a struggling smile. His face fell when the interface blinked out and warned him that the request had be
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Grave stood and patted himself off and nodded. "Your eyes tell it all. Those are the only way I've ever been able to figure you out," he said. "I should have said something. Then maybe we could have figured it out together. I'm sorry." He shoved his hands into his pockets and his shoulders slumped. She stepped forward and grabbed him - no, hugged him, and apologized into his chest. A moment of shock washed over him and he blinked. A smile caught ahold of his lips and he laid one arm gently around her shoulders and place his other hand on top of her head. Surely the passing players had been wat
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She approached him and he dared not move. He couldn't read her, couldn't tell what she planned to do. Hell, did she even know? He dropped his hand and watched, biting his lip as he awaited her response. If she was happy, he would accept that graciously. If she was furious, he knew damn well he deserved what was coming to him. She stopped and he cocked his head. Then before he could even register her movement, her arm cocked back like the hammer of a gun and shot towards his gut. Now, Grave had been punched by her before, straight in the face, out in the field. That was nothing compar
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She stared at him. Silence spread over them like a veil. The world vanished from Grave's perception, and for a moment all that existed was him and woman standing before him. She looked different. She'd cut her hair and wore it loose, and it wasn't the same purple that it used to be. But Jevi's golden eyes were unmistakeable. He stood in stunned silence. Should he say something first? Or did he let her give him a piece of her mind first? Why did it have to be her? Why was she the first person he had to run into? Something pressed into his back, something imaginary and invisible. Go, i
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Grave stared up the staircase ascending to the mountain-top city of Urbus. Players passed him as they headed to and from the city, not one of them batting an eyelid as they went about their busy lives. His heart raced, kicking against his virtual ribcage. Why was this so hard? Every one and zero in his body screamed to run back to his safe place in the mountains. If he did that, though, what was the point of his retreat? Rejoining the players was always the plan but isolation had made him paranoid. What if they laugh? What if they hate me? What if no one even remembers me? He shook his he
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Grave breathed in, a long drag of the cool, mountain air. He took in the aroma of the pine forest, the damp moss covering the stone underfoot. The fading sunshine felt warm against his bare back, though it was quickly wicked away by the gentle breeze. He exhaled sharply, his eyes snapped open and he took a wide stance. His left foot inched forward and his left fist protected his face. With a sharp twist of his front foot and a snap of his knee, his right leg arced through the air towards the tree. His foot stopped as it touched the tree. A burst of air rushed around its trunk and it shook gent
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Faceclaim: Add (Lunatic Psyker), Elsword Character Name: Grave Character Description: A fun-loving veteran player who has recently come out of 'self exile' with a more healthy outlook on life and his position in the world. SAO's first <<Martial Arts>> Grandmaster and once a member of the Knights of the Blood Oath, he now works to catch back up with his old friends on the frontlines. Character Journal: Grave's Journal
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Current Level: 34 Current SP: 116 (Current amount recorded in Journal) Link to SP Tracking: (Located in <<Transactions>>, first recorded amount broken down in <<Stories>>) 2.6 | PRE-CONVERSION 3.0 | UPGRADED ITEM #1 Item Name: Item ID: Item Tier: Item Type: Item Rarity: Item Enhancements: Description: Item Name: Item Tier: Item Type: Item Enhancements: Description:
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<<Thread Summary>> GRAVE 400 Col 2 SP (1 Thread Completion, 1 Farewell Event)
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<<Thread Summary>> GRAVE 200 Col 2 SP (1 Thread Completion, 1 Farewell Event) ZANDRA 200 Col 2 SP (1 Thread Completion, 1 Farewell Event)
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<<Thread Summary>> GRAVE 400 Col 2 SP (1 Thread Completion, 1 Farewell Event)
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Re-Evaluating my Familiar because there wasn't an evaluation system when I first received her, I think.
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It pains me to say this but... I think I may finally declare permanent (at least for the foreseeable future) from the site. I haven't been around for the past few months, and this isn't the first time either. I feel I lose my mojo far too quick and burn out too fast here, and until I can get my crap together and find some inspiration to continue Grave's chronicle or even begin anew, I believe I must, for the time being, bid the site adieu. I've made lots of memories and friends here, and I've enjoyed my time.
However, I am not permanently leaving the World Seed as a whole. I am trying to work on ALO, and am part of the GGO dev team. If anyone would like to chat, or even add me on Discord or something along those lines, shoot me a message on my dev account, Kirae. Thanks for the memories, SAORP, and I hope some day I may return to make plenty more.
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It will be nice not having you around anymore :^)
SpoilerBro I'll miss yah.
I hope I'm gonna see you here again, and don't worry, we won't have cleared the floors whenever you rejoin :^)))))))
But you know, it was nice having you around, I really enjoyed your company, in guild or not, it was funzies :3 -
It has been some time, huh.
I remember the first thread that we did together. Fighting off the Boulder in the old Breaking the Unbreakable quest, back when you didn't need to whittle down an HP bar. No, you, Golden, and myself had to go through it in a much easier, but more creative fashion. We started throwing things at it: trees, bears, and finally a bear cub, which did the trick. Somehow.
How our characters would have interacted changed from there. That single thread led up to the starting of the Crimson Blades, by Mack. You were one of the original members, if I remember right. Mack, Beoreson, Xion, Abalaster, Lindow, and you, Grave. Hirru was part of the guild, but unofficial to stay off of the radar. The guild slowly gained a couple members, Teion and Lawfer, but only until...
Lindow died, and we gained Opal in his place. Oh, what chaos was to be set upon these adventurers now. Still, the Crimson Blades moved on, even after we started to fall apart. Mostly due to Mack's inactivity, as he was the leader and party planner. I don't think I had many chances to post with you around this time, as everyone was losing their muse.
However, there was a ray of hope for us, the departed Opal came back to ask the Crimson Blades to merge with the Knights of the Blood Oath. Of course, Mack would sign the papers to do so, and I would have Hirru finally become an official member. We got a redux of our first thread together to make you one of, if not the FIRST to Grandmaster Martial Arts. Finally, we were a fully functioning guild....
...We all know what happened afterwards. Betrayal. Death. Quite a story, to be sure.
After some time, we're back to where we were the last time. Everyone slowly losing their muse, or other. It's only Mac and I now.
So many people left. Many had their characters die. Others just lost the will to continue. Some just couldn't continue due to their own life.
I'm gonna miss ya.
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Who wants to search for a Hoya with me?
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Alright XD Will need to give me a while, won't have computer access again until Sunday arvo
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So just cutting and slamming together a couple clips from the anime with some transitions, fancy effects, text and music would be fine? :D
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*raises hand* I might be able to help out the intro, depending on what exactly you need done with it
