Pinball

He'd taken his time glancing the two over, and thought he had a pretty fair grasp on the situation. As such, he was aware of a couple things. Nari was unfamiliar to him. But that wasn't entirely surprising. While it felt like the rate at which new players arrived at the frontlines had slowed when compared to when he'd started, there would always be a somewhat steady stream of new faces arrived ready to fight. There had to be. Without them... well, things would get pretty bleak, pretty fast. Her skepticism was warranted, he'd suppose, if she'd never heard of him -- or even more so if she

Of all the floors he'd travelled, the twenty-seventh was most likely the one he'd frequented the least. It wasn't only because of its newness that he hadn't had the opportunity to check things out, but also because of what new floors attracted. Those on the frontlines tended to gather en masse to plan out their attack on the next boss. Information brokers, gatherers, merchants, and explorers all flocked to the wilds in search of fortune or adventure in some way, shape, or form. Consequently, the lower floors had a way of emptying out in comparison. It was quieter, and there were less cro

Back once more. He wanted to help more. He needed to. It wasn't just about himself anymore -- not with what he was planning. If he wanted to last or make a difference in any way in the labyrinth search, consumables would be key. Pinball moved quickly. Using the Cook's ability to combine just two identical consumables into a feast for many, he created most of what he thought would be necessary in a crawl through unexplored territory, and then a bit more after that. As soon as he'd finished, he'd gather his things and hurriedly clean his shop. It wouldn't be much longer now.

Name: Junk Your Profession: Cook Your Rank: 7 Roll ID: [#209553] [#209554] [#209556] Roll Result: 7/10 // 7/8 // 7/4 Item Type: Dessert Tier: 4 Quality: Uncommon Enhancements: +1 MIT Description: I hate it Post Link: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/15508-f8-r7-cook-~-closed-msg-4-order/?do=findComment&comment=653384 Name: Eye-Spy Cake Your Profession: Cook Your Rank: 7 Roll ID: [#209552] [#209552a] Roll Result: 11/13 Item Type: Dessert Tier: Tierless Quality: Rare Enhancements: +2 ACC Description: Better than carrot cake. Post Link: ht

Purchasing: x2 T4 Blank Dungeon Map 800 Col sent to Banker

More consumables. More crafting. He had way too many materials to work with and way too much time on his hands, and ever since he'd stepped foot into his old workshop, the urge to cook had thoroughly had its way with him. So every morning, as early as he could, he made his way back into the kitchen and baked, mixed, and did whatever he wanted. Fizzy drinks and desserts were his preferred specialties -- anything and everything that could rot your teeth were what held his interest. It was a good thing most of the consumable buffs applied to desserts.

THREAD COMPLETE Rewards: <<Fisher>> Profession Unlocked 1 Gleaming Scale Loot: 8 Materials Unidentified T4 Perfect Weapon x2 T4 Rare Consumables Experience and Col: 3,480 Words/10*4*1= 1,392 + 300 (Quest Reward) + 800 (Yui's Grace) +10% (Mega Slime Farm) = 2,741 EXP 2,741*15% (Paragon) + 150 = 561 Col

Pinball took a knee beside the chest's lock. He whistled. "Zomekko." Emerging from the jar was a cloud of shadow that quickly coalesced and took shape. The ghostly shade of a cat stood beside him as Pinball fiddled with a golden key and his lockpicks, staring up at its master with wide, empty eyes. He palmed the Golden Key, and without a word shared between them, Zomekko launched into the tree, her form warping and condensing to surround the golden key in an inky blackness. What was once gold was now an inky black, and Pinball stuck the key into the lock where it vanished, consumed, and

With that, the Quest Completion panel popped up in front of him, and Pinball made a quick tally of the results. Anthony Gill coldly turned away and busied himself with his supplies again. It was clear he didn't really want to talk to him, and that was alright. Pinball was about done talking to Anthony himself, at that point. He'd pretty much exhausted everything that could have been done. Preparing to leave, he took one last look at the scenery. He just really stopped to take it all in. To breathe it all in. But something shiny caught his eye. Nestled among Gill's assortment of crates an

Anthony was slowly looking less frustrated and more angry, and Pinball figured now was time to call it quits. "Relax," he said. "I'm just messing with you." Without further warning, Pinball tossed the tin can back towards Gill, who, much to his benefit, caught it with one hand. Pinball snorted, his eyes half-closed as he stretched. After a few silent moments where Gill took the opportunity to pocket the tin, the man finally spoke up. "Right." His words were slow and the words felt meticulously enunciated. Pinball watched one of the man's fingers slowly curl into a tight, whit

Pinball was honestly just having fun with it now. "You'll run out eventually," Anthony scoffed, as if that was going to change his mind any. "Maybe," Pinball admitted, "but if I do as well with it as I did back there, I feel like I'll make more than my fair share of profit in scales." With a huff and a glower, Anthony shook his head, frustrated. Pinball continued, a wry smile growing on his face. Somewhere deep down inside of him, Pinball was enjoying the exchange; it reminded him of days long past. "Would it help if I bought it off you?" "It's not for sale." "But it

"Wait." Pinball pulled the tin away from Gill's reach, holding it behind him. A look of genuine confusion came over Anthony's face then, and Pinball couldn't tell if it was intentionally programmed or not. Surely it was. There was no way the people who made the quest hadn't expected what happened next to happen. He continued to keep it away from Anthony, looking deadpan towards the man who grew increasingly perplexed as time passed. "Why should I give it back at all if your bait is so special?" "B-because it's mine? You just borrowed it." "..." "...Because it's the righ

Pinball walked up to the man with the rainbow fish bait tin in hand. Gill had his back turned to him, but that didn't stop Pinball from rudely whistling to catch his attention. The fisherman turned to face him with that same (annoyingly) handsome smile he'd introduced himself with. "I caught your fish," Pinball said languidly, "got that scale off it and everything. Bait worked." Gill laughed. "I knew you could do it!" After smacking him companionably on the back, Anthony gave Pinball a quick wink. "I knew there was something special about you from the moment I saw you. As a gift from me

The walk back was uneventful. His mind went blank as he walked beside the shore, and all those other super descriptive words used to describe scenery in the most expeditious way possible. At the risk of sounding monotonous, Pinball wasn't quite sure what he was supposed to do now. Usually quests weren't completed so quickly. Usually, there was a certain timeframe that was expected of a player before they could turn in a quest. How was that going to translate here? Was he going to get another objective? Would he be able to turn in the quest early? And what exactly was keeping him from turning i

It didn't take long for the water to come back into view. The woods ended rather abruptly and gave way to a stretch of grass, and then the water started. Pinball did not pay much attention to the water. Instead he turned his attention back to the little cottage in the distance, where he knew that Gill was waiting. He wondered what exactly that particular NPC did while he was waiting. Examine fishing rods? Mess with bait? Sit around lounging? Sometimes it was just funnier to imagine they stayed perfectly still, staring off into space and doing nothing, like in the older MMOs he'd grown used to

It was night and it was raining. He stood outside the door with his hood up and his back to the street. It would be quick. He was just going to leave a note. He palmed the picks and brought them to the lock, but stopped -- hesitating -- and his tools hovered just centimeters from the doorknob. Something was off. Pinball lifted his gaze from the lock. His eyes flashed yellow-green as the world melted away, revealing the digital mesh behind it all that held everything together. He peered through the door and walls of the shop, immediately taking note of the outrageous amount of clutter...

But he wasn't going to fight like he had before. He didn't trust himself. He'd gimped his damage output intentionally, instead focusing on skills he thought he needed, and skills that would help him do what needed to be done. Skills that he thought had the potential to help people other than himself. It was a small act of penance for sins much too heavy to bear, and he knew that no amount of repentance would ease that burden. When all was said and done, and the game had been won, Pinball knew what had to happen. He stood, then, flicking free the last few flecks of grass that had stuck to

He'd been wandering for a long time. A very long time. Too long. Taking up this quest was the closest he'd gotten to "getting back into things" in the last several... days? Months? Years? It all blended together like a weird soup. His memories were the ingredients, and they were hard to pick apart and properly identify under the haze of broth covering it all. What he did know for a fact, though, is that he hadn't done anything particularly of worth through any of it. There were things he hadn't done, promises he had yet to keep, and a lot of things he HAD done that were better off left

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Once more into the fray. He needed more. You could never run out of buffs, and having sweets back in his pockets was honestly addicting. He'd forgotten how much of a sweet tooth he had in the days gone by, and now that he was back to baking and cooking up his various items of confectionary he did not want to stop at all. How could he? He'd make them sickly sweet and gorge himself on the baked goods. There wasn't anything anyone could do about it. To hell with Neo's tofu burgers and spinach-artichoke dip. Disgusting. It was all up from here.

No. They'd always be with him. Pinball took a seat somewhere nice and grassy. He'd figured it make a good spot to rest some more. Only about half an hour or so had passed since he'd completed the quest he had yet to turn it. He hadn't done anything of any real substance with that time, though, instead allowing his mind to wander as he drifted aimlessly through the sun dappled woodlands. Now he stopped, leaning against the trunk of a towering tree, watching the shades of green shift in vibrancy as the leaves swayed and the sun caught them differently. Idly plucking some blades of gr

Pinball kept steady on his walk through the surrounding forest, keeping an eye out for any "dangerous" creatures prone to attacking him. Wolves, bears, or whatever else passed for hostile on the First Floor. He was not much of a fighter anymore. He had a few ranks in his Sword Skill, but it wasn't at a Grandmaster level. He kept enough points in it where he would be able to defend himself if attacked, but not enough to actually deal much damage or land a killing blow on anything particularly formidable. It was how he liked it, though. He'd fought so much, for so long, and it hadn't always been

But those thoughts particularly were gently brushed away to their own corner of his mind. He came to a stop beside the lake again, looking out across the water. He remembered once, during some quest or another, he'd swam to the bottom of the lake and been chased out by some crustacean looking creature that lived there. Maybe he should go check again someday and see what that was about. He'd never fought a boss underwater, save for that one quest where he'd had to fight while in a boat... and kept getting knocked into the water because of it. There was a big difference between taking swin

The scenery was pretty, and Pinball took it all in quietly. There was something to the tranquility that he felt wasn't going to leave the lake with him. He'd have to savor it. As he walked through emerald glades, the lake a glittering sapphire jewel beside him, Pinball considered the road ahead. He thought about the frontlines. He couldn't remember what progress was looking like, but he was sure that it looked a lot different than what it did before the game's update. Were they still making progress? Was everybody still active? Pinball mulled it over, but came to the conclusion rather quick

He was back again. His last visit to his relatively untouched shop had been met with mixed success -- and Pinball was admittedly a little eager to get back into it. There was a quiet enjoyment in trying to one-up himself. Heading back into the dusty kitchen with a purpose, he got to working straight away on some more consumable buffs that would aid him in the battles to come. He was after three things, primarily: a buff to help his evasiveness, a buff to help his strikes land true, and a buff to help him glean just a bit more information from the world around him.