Teion

Teion kept largely to herself while the gaggle of players seemingly converged on the redhead. Keeping to herself was her default setting, after all. It was Boreas’ pointed greeting that first got a word out of her, to which she exhaled a single chuckle through her nose, flashed a crooked smile, and nodded. ”Yeah, I remember you.” She rarely forgot the face of a customer. It was Kindling’s following commentary that wiped the smile off her face and drew a sharp glance back in his direction. What was this guy’s problem? She could only guess the sudden influx of company was cramping his style.

To say the bubbly brunette with the twin-tails nearly bounding her way into the smithy with that huge smile on her face caught Teion off guard was an understatement. The blacksmith blinked, staring at Kairi from the other side of her anvil as she produced a simple weapon along with a hefty pouch of col and set them both on the counter. She cocked a brow, set her tools down, and took stock of the girl’s request. ”Wait, are you–” Teion practically bit her tongue to stop her from questioning the ridiculous amount of col she had just been presented with. She knew Aincrad’s economy was in sham

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The duo had just vanquished the Cerberus and its pack of Hellhounds, and Teion brought her axe to rest at her back so she could brush her hands together with the soft ‘clap’s of a job well done. The dialogue box declaring their quest complete popped up in front of either one of them, and she slowly brought herself closer to Ryo as she reached a hand up to dismiss it. ”Yeah, fighting in the heat kind of sucks, but that really wasn’t as bad as I thought. The leads I heard made it sound like–” Something caught her attention enough to derail her train of thought. Her finger hovered over the blue c

She approached while keeping a healthy distance, originally not wanting to interrupt Ryo’s one-on-one with the boss of the cavern. He threw out a bit of a verbal jab and she smirked, opening her mouth to rebuff his taunts. She had no interest in kill-stealing or showing him up. She was about to say something about how finishing his own battles built character, but then she caught that desperate look in his features and the guilt found her again. The Inferno Cavern certainly wasn’t the best hangout spot, and while she could argue all day and night about the importance or worth of trudging all t

”Left!” The single word was all she needed. The ground was trembling, the sands shifting under Teion’s feet, and matching her call just a moment later, a geyser of desert erupted to the left of a purple-haired man in the distance. Teion stood in a battle-ready stance, her hands tight around the handle of her ivory-white axe. She waited for the right moment to move, the correct time to lead her partner’s strike. Emerging from the ground in an explosion of force was the rounded head of a massive, segmented creature–a sand wurm. The center of it seemed to splay open in a ring of thousands of tiny

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They were thinning out. The Hellhounds were running out of numbers and Cerberus was running out of heads. She allowed a hand to come off the handle of her axe for just long enough to run the back of her hand across her forehead. Her bangs were slick and stuck to her skin. "So," She called over to Ryo between heavier breaths, "We can stop back at your place for a shower before the next thing, yeah?" For someone who boasted about living in a desert, a volcano was apparently a different kind of beast. The air was thicker, the craggy blackened ground looked as if it would burn her skin, and a slig

Theo’s boisterous celebration demanded their attention, and Teion cracked another smile as their arms pumped in the air with excitement. However briefly, she got the answer to her question. This was the simple joy of playing a video game with her friends. Watching Theo take down their first monster. Listening to Ryo giving pointers. Considering some of the insane things she’d dealt with up to now, unpleasant memories wriggling to the surface, maybe it was a good thing that Theo hadn’t strayed far from the first floor. Maybe she shouldn’t be encouraging him to fight at all. Joy turned to m

With a grunt of effort, Teion pulled her massive axe around in another sweeping arc that cleaved a lunging dog in two before its fangs could find her. The bladge sank into the black rock at her feet and she switched her grip to pull up and dislodge it. Sweat flung off her brow just the same as flecks of searing molten rock flew off of the sharpened edge of her axe. She braced and the polearm came to rest in the crook of her left shoulder. Ryo called out, having just dispatched a third of the leader while she worked to thin out the packs of hellhounds. She cracked a grin at his enthusiasm,

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As Ryo had his hands full with three growling heads, Teion was left with the pack. She caught the jaws of one with the handle of her axe, bracing her footing to hold the rabid dog at bay with a grunt. The others wouldn’t wait for their wrestling match to conclude, though–she had to move. Her forward leg pulled up and kicked across to jab the toe of her boot into the monster’s ribcage and it let out a yelp as it released her weapon. Teion ran forward, swiping at nearby hounds in wide arcs. She caught two with clean cuts that ran nearly the whole length of them, and shortly after the damage regi

For the briefest moment, she regretted asking that last bit as a question. There was a chance he might say he didn’t want to put her in any danger, or he was better off going alone. Not that she didn’t value his privacy, but she felt like she’d heard that sort of “for your own good” or “it’s better off this way” kind of thing enough times before that it might make her gag at this point. But of course, Ryo surprised her. He invited her along so matter-of-factly that she blinked in mild disbelief. She paused and watched him for a moment. ”You ever worry that someone would come looking for y

Their path was more boring than treacherous. Any time a lava wyrm or a cracked golem came their way, one of the two cut it down before it could do any damage to either of them. ”Hopefully.” She sighed and wiped at her forehead for the hundredth time so far. She paused to open her menus and pull up the map of the ninth floor, trying to gauge how far out from the village they’d traveled and making sure their path was following a relatively straight shot. She was trying to line up how she was standing with the direction of her map to give her the correct sense of ‘forward’ when Ryo struck up conv

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To say Kisodeth's presence was intimidating would be an understatement. Her stature, the way she carried herself, and even the few words she uttered demanded Teion's attention. Glancing down at the specifications of the equipment she had written, though, caused her to do a double take. She scooped up the parchment and looked over the notes. "These designs are sick." She remarked. Her eyes shifted up past the edge of the paper one more time. While she may not be physically able to match Kisodeth's energy, Teion nodded. "Come back this time tomorrow and I should be able to have them all rea

Teion's brows turned up with some genuine sympathy. She looked down at Ryo while he lamented and stepped to the front of him, squatting down with her knees together. She reached out and pushed the bangs on the left side of his face out of the way. Her thumb gently stroked his cheek."It had to be done." She said solemnly. With the flash of lopsided smile, she cupped his cheek in her palm for just a moment and then stood back up, withdrawing her hand. "In all honesty, I didn't think you hated this one more than Floor 5." She remarked. "I thought you'd like it a little bit better than if it was a

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"A musician?" Teion echoed with notable interest. She looked Boreas over. He was hard to get a read on. Then again, she wasn't known for reading people. She tapped her chin with her knuckle a couple of times while she read over the weapon he was after. "Hang on, I think I've got just the thing." She turned on the spot, opening up a chest resting beside the burning forge and rummaging around for a couple of lesser-quality blades. Those should do. After a bit of fusing and a final polish in her crafting menus, she turned back to Boreas and presented the weapon for his inspection. When the w

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One thing that always brought a genuine sparkle to Teion's eye was the heartfelt compliments of her blacksmithing creations. She'd picked up the profession so early on in her time here that it felt like a real, fulfilling trade. It could make her money, and her time and effort were directly translated to fantastical equipment that people got real use out of. When someone she knew came to her for her skills, it meant something. And regardless of their romantic relations, Ryo's satisfaction fueled that pride all the same. She beamed back at him, then leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on hi

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"If you find any of those Demonic Shards, save me some." She remarked. Until Theo had obtained and ranked up a gathering skill, she was still without any reliable source of those rarer materials. "Already ahead of you." As he approached the table she procured a single pale-violet crystal from her inventory and slid it over to him. "Only grabbed one for each of us, though." Her eyes fell upon the meal that was placed in front of her: a bowl of rice, a smaller bowl of miso soup, and a plate with a neatly-rolled egg and a pair of friend sausage links. It smelled good. She sat back upright an