Crozeph

He caught the item Night handed him as he ran. the field shifted into something troublesome yet again. "Ah, yes the coward move" he muttered. "I'll keep that in mind" he told @NIGHTas he began his charge towards a different target. An annoying addition of damage Crozeph was starting to get irked by shifting to another enemy to attack but that's just the way it is for now. He can also see his energy slowly depleting, he seem to consume way more than he thinks. This blunder has been apparent to him landing heavy blows yet leaving the enemy almost unfazed. He followed what Baldur has be

Fucking direct current Crozeph felt almost sluggish, a sudden discharge was enough to actually make them halt, Wushen gaining control of the pace. Crozeph punched his left wrist and then his face "nothing to be afraid of" he muttered. Koga used an item and it restored some of their health, he knew he can count on him and Night when it comes to these kind of situations. him? he was simply like Job's Satan Once again he dashed forward, a good distance away from his teammates. The other teams weren't doing so well, one team got the rotisserie treatment. "Let's put some more effort

"Uoooooooooogh!" Crozeph felt an aura envelope him like a lumpia wrapper and gave him a bump in his energy "now that's like-" he returned to his fight stance and dashed forward, Wushen towering over them. The appearance of health bars was a good sign but he wasn't sure if it is a good sign in the long run. In his experience with games, a boss health bar moving back up is a huge pain in the ass. A huge monster who is indifferent to them is nothing of a threat for him but a monster that heals itself is like a glass of water, manageable at first but will start to be a burden too much t

"Sir I am afraid of heights" he told @Koga jokingly before the swordsman tossed him up higher. He wasn't sure what Koga was up to but Wushen attacked again while he was up in the air. It didn't seem to faze the tanks, the dragon too remains unfazed. It was weird for him, getting the moustache pulled hurts like hell but the boss didn't even give a sign of wincing when he tried to cut one of the whiskers off. This was a good opportunity though. Koga just did what Colossus does to Wolverine during simulation training in the mediocre X-Men movies. He raised his sword, ready to do one good dow

Crozeph landed on his feet but at the same time the dragon already attacked the tanks. It gnawed on Freyd, tried to crush Nari, and flicked Night away with its tail. The damage may not be enough to scare them but Crozeph had to take the chance right now. less thinking, Baldur has already given him one tip "don't waste attacks with unnecessary moves. He quickly positioned himself to a sha-no-kamae and launched forward. He tried to run up to Wushen's orbs, hit one and at least deal an attack to its eyes. The gigantic body of the boss would tire anyone out who underestimates its size but no

All the way... the blade is now fully unsheathed. Crozeph need not to keep Ereshkigal waiting, he lowered his leg and made a ko-gasumi no kamae, some kind of ninja stance he practiced somewhere in Tartarus. The sword was starting to rattle as Crozeph fixated his eyes on Wushen "do you grant wishes?" he muttered. Crozeph darted, it was fast enough that he who was behind the group was quick to reach Wushen. He went past Hidden who may have tried to slink back to the shadows and then Koga, saying something about ass and riding... curious. Ereshkigal fully enveloped his arm, never lettin

Numbers ever so increasing Crozeph took another look at them. No one knows if their number is enough to win this one. He wasn't expecting an easy fight, like how codes are bound not to work at first try. He took one good look at himself too, not even a piece of hard armor. It was his intent, he had the enhancements needed to be what his role is in the battlefield, a glass cannon, an oslo paper version of Noah's ark, a milk carton atomic bomb. He then proceeded to grab the mass healing crystals from Night. There was no need to ask her what the items are for, too dumb to ask for it. Hidden

"It's good that you all know each other" he thought as he ate the consumables Night had laid down for the players. It would be best if he kept interaction to a minimum. Sometimes he finds it hard to answer question from others who want to catch up. He has been drifting all over Aincrad with no purpose aside from keeping Night's Watch afloat and cleaning Mikoto no Souen. Still no chance of him meeting Yuki, "she's just really busy" is what Cro tells himself. He waved at @Hirru, a good companion but him and Crozeph won't be on the same team. "It's fine, all is well" he told himself. No sign o

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"A cycle maybe" he muttered. Elements were usually believed back then too flow as a cycle in some culture. It was what he learned too in his dumbass days in college. it all starts with something raw and ends into nothing. Crozeph wasn't a fan of this kind of thinking but he preferred to keep his inner voices in check when it comes to this. There have been a lot of ideas being laid down in the meeting, he has to come up with something that may cater to the final set-up once this meeting wraps up. He nodded at BIstro at the mention of the manpower and agreed, quite shorthanded sometimes. "E

*munch munch* "They don't know I've been here the whole tim-" as if by some kind of joke he was handed an item containing information about the boss. He had the chance to be a part of two battles. It seems no one from Jacob's Ladder was in the meeting, Ariel is counted as an ally but other than that he's seen the familiar faces and with Night and Bistro hosting the whole meeting. How he reached and found the place doesn't matter, he's here and that's that. "Bistro a true homie" he uttered. Maybe some heard and some not but it is true. Bistro was a true friend who made Crozeph hi

"It's not absurd if we're helping each other" he replied to his slightly stoic alchemist. Plini reminded him of who he was back then. The only difference is he was like that due to the events of his life. Plini looked more of he was born to be that way and Crozeph respects that. However, the point of his idea is to foster a better connection to everyone. Plini gets to have materials he can use, Shirogane can have fun with the logistics, while he can stretch his legs after a long while. He was itching for a fight. He stood up and paced around the room, hand on his chin and thinking of

"Wouldn't it be a good idea if we do some restocking of Plini's raw materials?" he asked. For so long his small group made occasional meet-ups inside his shop just to kick back and relax. Well he was the only one relaxing, Shirogane has been making sure the shop and its storage room as properly catalogue according to how he wanted it. Crozeph wasn't lazy, he preferred a certain kind of arrangement. For his assistant however it was dogshit. He recalled ow Shirogane was an expert in logistics on some other games as she told from her stories. He was more of a Diablo inventory guy and turns out, i

The puzzle clearly gave Cro a shock. something really intricate inside a labyrinth. Whoever was in charge of development probably sneaked in something like this in the future should players dabble their curiosity with exploration. Back he wasn't a hamster trapped in a game, he played this game. The very game where people gave him a disgusted look not by how good he was... it was because without a timer he was stalling the game far too long. He can't be that overly defensive player this time or they'll be stuck here forever. Crozeph squeezed himself in and made his way to the knight.

"Shit! someone grab a fire extinguisher with a red label" Crozeph is no fan of flames, and seeing how Night activated one trap was enough to for him to move forward and try try to push her off. It would be a mistake for him too but his katana was more than generous to actually help him. Night seemed to be fine after that trigger and this time it might be him. In a few seconds after confirming that she's fine, Croeph turned his head and saw that the flames are about to make a rotisserie out of him too. Ereshkigal turned all black and enveloped Crozeph. Although not completely covered

"Very nice" he uttered, nodding his head. Impressed by the drink, Crozeph grabbed it like a kid who stole a family-size bag of Doritos from the kitchen and hurried back to where he was before. Warm and tall enough to satisfy his craving, he gazed at the clouds, the blue sky, and birds soaring up and down below. Buildings which were supposed to be bigger than them is now at the size of his palm. He reached his hand out, scaling it. He was afraid of heights but that seemed to be less of an issue, thanks to his soon to be wife which he still cannot find or contact. He chugged a few while loo

The coat fluttered at the breeze, some would say he looked like a badass protagonist. This is Crozeph, he has no notions of becoming one. He may look sharp but his mind is of a child. As the coat raised at the whim of the breeze, he immediately grabs it and pulls the coat to himself. "Goddamn Constantine jacket" he muttered. People are coming in now steadily into the airship. Everyone looked splendid, as if this event was told to them in advance. "I think I'll help myself with a drink" he walked away and began to look around. There is a bar, he just needed to think what drink would make

Today he's someone else... The search has been very unfruitful. HIs messages was lost, his frequent return at their home seem to yield no result too. His elusive wife in search of something he didn't know is still out there. His mind drifted to her fighting hordes of monsters, protecting other players, and whatever heroic shit she can pull just by her bravery alone. He wasn't like that, despite how back then they were both sword and shield together, now she's both sword and shield while he is now a bread knife... and even a bread can defeat a knife like him. Maybe an event like this

He was given the signal and that's what he likes to hear. Night have already dealt with some as Hirru kept them afloat with buffs. Nacho was doing well too, he just met her but she was already doing a god impression to him like how Night just decided to make a quest boss as her bitch. "Alright, making my way downtown-" One downward swing to the first sentinel, a sound of metal grating was starting to annoy him. His attack seem to be too shallow but no problem for this dumbass. He shifted his weight and turned the sharp edge up and then- A sound of something rock hard getting sli

Hirru gave the signal and it was time for Crozeph to move. Two enemies, looking like they needed some help to shave off the bulk they have on their body. Crozeph wasn't fond of creatures like them. He'd want tear flesh from mobs and sentinels seemed to offer less of those. He dashed, watching as Kani and Night landed their attacks, Hirru has also provided a buff for them and Crozeph will need it later on. Ereshkigal was already unsheathed and what the katana need was something to bite on. Naru kicked her scythe when she attacked while Night had an exchange with one of the golem. "Goo

Stakes stained by blood jutted out constantly from the walls, floors and ceiling. Crozeph was dodging well and his katana was wrapping any portion of his body from unavoidable attacks by moving continuously. "Why that weapon of yours is troublesome, it does give off a familiar feel as if it was remnants of one like us" she told Crozeph. "One of them? so the lore of this weapon somehow coincides with theirs." Things turned for the worse with him separated from his teammate but with how a portion of the black liquid managed to latch on to Koga before he was sucked into another dimension which ca

"Quite an uneasy group" Crozeph thought. despite the players knowing each other with the exception of him not knowing Nari, Crozeph shrugged it off. A long time of not meeting each other can add a toll to the ice, what they need is not an ice breaker but an iceberg destroyer or so he thought. Night's reply was more than enough, Cro needed a few info but she didn't seem like the right person to pry more at the moment. "Well no use thinking more about it now that we've done our own scouting group. Let's just hope we do better if they didn't" he told him. Hirru had done the briefing before

Crunch of food, he chewed so loudly but not loud enough to be rude. It must've been the low noise of the area that made his bite louder than usual. He looked at them, he knew who they were except the girl clinging like a koala at Night. The swordsman who seem to usually be quiet seemed different. Whether it was Crozeph's observant nature kicking in at the wrong place and time or Night was too obvious with how she felt, he knew something was up; just not a specific what's up. "Nari? like that fake crab substitute? oh nevermind-" he took a bite finishing off another snack from Hirru "it's k

For many people, the thought of scouting is a scary concept. The boss room is needed to be found, minions scurrying everywhere, and dangers jump out of the dark like in south Detroit. One must be prepared for the worst and be prepared with the group. Teamwork is needed to succeed by watching each other's back. If there ever was a wall to move back, it's a comrade's back. Victory may seem far but it is always there, the group must act as if they have Excalibur, the sword of promised victory. None of those matter at the moment for a certain guy, the resident trash panda of Jacob's La

"You enter my mansion, accuse me of these missing children, agitate me with your nonsense, and try to end us here-" the walls and floor continues to to distort "right inside my mansion, such insolence" she uttered with disdain yet she wasn't there. Crozeph looked down on the floor, eyes brimming with intent unknown. He and Koga was separate, what's worse was he was followed by a woman three times his size. He sighed, "what could possibly go wrong?" wasn't the right question. "How worse can this get?" he uttered. He drew his katana quick, blade lowered, eyes dead serious as a woman walk