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Y e e t Roll ID#:240796, Natural LD: 4 Clash Statblock Tricolor Mina | HP: 200/200 | EN: 43/43 | DMG: 10 | MIT:30 | ACC:3 | AA | PHASE | REC: 2 | HLY: 4 | LD:3 Clash Deets + Sheet

We runnin it down boys >:)

Violet winced, looking away from her friend with a pained expression. "I think I was a bit lost in trying to force myself to calm down." she turned back, looking into Freyd's shadows with a sad look in her eyes. "I'm going to miss her, she was certainly a one of a kind familiar. As for what happened to you during the raid..? You just melded with the shadows, and then were drawn out... I think by persi, actually!" At Wulfrin's comment about Freyd possibly being a mere Gemini, violet almost instinctively felt herself activating <<Tracking>>, her red eyes briefly shimmering a gol

Violet laughed at Star's joke, shaking her head at the thought of bringing a fresh new rookie and dragging them towards one of the most dangerous activities that they actually did in this game. "What, wanna prep the kid for a boss raid this early?" she said dryly, walking towards Astra with an amused look on her face. "I'm suddenly starting to understand the mentality of throwing the kid at FTK! at least he's gonna get a good handle on how <<Switching>> works. All we gotta do is make sure Astra doesn't catch Aggro~" It wouldn't be that hard, unless they accidentally crit the boss,

"Bringing a newbie to this floor is kinda dangerous, you know?" Violet had looped around the corner, an amused look on her face as she watched the three players walking through the street. "You probably need to be a little more cautious, its dangerous when you're up on the higher floors - a lot more of these guys pack an aoe punch, you know?" She approached the trio, a friendly smile on her face as she watched over them. It wasn't very common to watch a group of players drag someone new through a quest this high up - though it was apparently a common sight for Wulfrin to do so with Terra Firma

Violet felt herself flinch slightly at the gentle touch of her friend, steeling herself not to squirm away. She could feel her virtual heartrate spike for a moment, before she finally managed to will herself not to react negatively. She trusted Freyd, he wasn't going to look at her any different for baring her scars. After all, she had a promise to keep, didn't she? She carefully watched Freyd and Wulfrin as they chatted, the smile she'd had earlier quietly returning. "The two of you are closer than I thought..." she said softly, tilting her head slightly, before nodding with a satisfied look

Violet was still lightly trembling, her hand gripping Ember with a tightness that she hadn't expected. The fight had shaken her, badly. At first, she lingered behind the rest of her team, before slowly starting to maneuver her way up the stairs. She had to try and steel herself before she made it all the way up, though. "Just... just a little longer, violet. you can do this..!" she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut. when she opened them, the playful ember that she lit when she was out on the higher floors had returned. Not in full, but enough that her eyes still had that meager amount of vibr

Violet tilted her head in Freyd's direction, a gentle smile on her face. "A temporary change, I suppose." she ruffled her fingers through her hair, the thick curls swaying slightly as she did so. "I felt like the 'Me' that roams alongside the vanguard should be different than the 'Me' that lingers below. It feels nice, though, seeing my face the way I recall it from home. Even so, some of me hasn't changed." her eyes - still the same, dulled embers that Freyd would have been used to - settled on her friend, her gaze greedily drinking in his new appearance. "You changed your look as well, it se

Violet felt stuck. It was a strange feeling, being back on the lower floors again after the raid. It always was, really. It was like they were a group of soldiers that were just returning home after an arduous fight, painfully aware that they were so very different from who they were when they left. It was something that they well and truly had to get used to again. And yet, quite unlike those soldiers, they were only fighting for roughly thirty or so minutes at a time, braving the might of nightmarish creatures that could sap away their lives in a matter of mere seconds. Even then, it le