Bahr

Bahr couldn't well say he disagreed with Jomei's assessment. They'd been exceptionally lucky. Given the way that thing had been thrashing about, it was nothing short of a miracle that they'd only sustained the damage that they had so far. They'd had, what, one scary scrape with the beast? Easily mitigated by way of Mass HP Recovery items and Lessa's heals. When had she transitioned into a support role, anyway? A question that could be answered later, perhaps. This raid had Bahr all sorts of upside-down on who was doing what, but he'd faced worse before and under worse conditions. A c

Name: Coveralls Your Profession: Tailor Your Rank: 10 ID: 237651 Roll: 11 Item Type: Cloth Armor Tier: 1 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: EVA III Description: This blue jumpsuit is reminiscent of a jean mechanics uniform, though it seems more worn then new. It bears olive green patches on the knees and elbows of the garment as well as 13 outward facing star buttons. The cinch mechanism has been replaced with a sturdy leather bet. Post Link: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/17882-f1-r10-tailor-the-crusty-bahrnacle/?do=findComment&comment=690879

What a tiny little thing, Bahr thought to himself as the newest guest to his humble boutique floated in like a specter. It seemed they desired the interaction no more than Bahr did in the end, though the necessities of Aincrad compelled them to put one foot ahead of the other. By the time that they reached the counter, Bahr was already prepping to get started on a new piece. They produced the form in timid fashion, and Bahr inspected it silently. After a moment, he offered a nod, then waved a hand lackadaisically through the air as though to dismiss some notion he'd disagreed with. "No pa

"hello! nice to meet you! i have not observed anything that requires us attackers to act differently. ah, cordelia?" "... Arabelle. We've met." But she was already gone, off to hand Cordelia some medicine. Looked like the poor girl could use it. Things were starting to go downhill - just not fast enough that it merited panicking. Yet. While their first round had been a resounding success, the second round had humbled them. Now, the most recent round had put Jomei down for the count, which had the potential to leave the rest of the party vulnerable. Bahr knew that he could step i

A blur replaced the scene before Bahr's eyes before Pinball would answer him, world turned upside-down from a side swipe delivered by one of the monster's oversized paws. As Bahr's health bar (and those of his teammates) swiftly ticked backward in response to the strike, it appeared Bahr's suspicions had been confirmed. This was the sort of raid where everything would be okay - until it wasn't. Bahr's airborne frame twisted and contorted as it spun furiously, making reaching into his pocket to retrieve a healing crystal difficult. Difficult, but not impossible. After some unflattering fumbling

Bahr studied the beast's movements as it darted about, trying (but failing) to maul some poor fool who'd garnered its ire. It seemed that its eyesight was lacking, something that admittedly made the thing slightly less intimidating than it had been only moments prior. If Bahr could elude detection via its other senses, there was a good chance he could make it out of this encounter unscathed. And it would be the same for the rest of his comrades - hopefully they would make the same connection. "Its senses are weak, dulled. Perhaps withered away altogether," he announced to the others once

Bahr's lips spread into a grin as he bore witness to his teammates' boisterous declarations and camaraderie. Who would've thought he'd land himself on a team with Lessa and a musician? And was that Arabelle? He was pretty sure he hadn't been on a squad with her since the Star-Crossed Lovers event some years ago. He wanted to greet each of them, but his stealthy approach precluded him from such pleasantries. The show was starting, and there was scant time left for anything that wasn't purposeful to the task at hand. Even within his own party, they'd noticed it, and each had loosed their own con

Name: Ink-Stained Battleskirt Your Profession: Tailor Your Rank: 10 ID: 236322 Roll: 12 Item Type: Cloth Armor Tier: 1 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: EVA II | MIT I Description: What at first glance appears to be leather is, in fact, cleverly disguised soft cloth. It has been dipped in a magical ink which possesses rubber-like qualities, reinforcing the fabric while maintaining a matte black appeal. Form-fitting. Post Link: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/17882-f1-r10-tailor-the-crusty-bahrnacle/?do=findComment&comment=690054

Mismatched orbs traced the youth as she meandered clumsily through his store. She was clearly new, and confusion seemed to cross her expression in equal measure to the wonder and ambition that also rode her visage. Her attention affixed to the order forms just moments after asking for them verbally. So close. Maybe I need to put them closer to the door. He inspected the order form as she submitted it. Seemed she had enough faith in his chops as a tailor to allow him most of the creative freedom with this piece, which was exactly what he had been looking for. There was a new, experime

As energetic as ever. The youth dissolved into a puddle of blackness which ebbed away as briskly as it arrived, and Bahr sighed. How many times could a conversation go like that? Bahr does all the talking, gets a single word in response, and in the end? Probably gets watched from the shadows, too. How many minutes - hours, had Pinball inspected Bahr while he couldn't see the guy? Oh look at me, I'm a stealthy boy, I can turn iNvIsIbLe. The words beat against his frontal lobe like cylinders of hickory against high-tension plastic, and though he may have mouthed them with a pursue

"Bro, hello?" Bahr waved an open palm in front of Pinball glazed-over orbs, fishing for any semblance of a response out his seemingly comatose cohort. When a glimmer of recognition finally found the youth's eye, it gravitated toward the mismatched pair on the other side. The nonchalant tone in Bahr's voice betrayed the overall seriousness of their shared task. The weight of what lay ahead found its way squarely onto the shoulders of the young swordsmen who trudged toward an uncertain fate through the tangerine mosaic that stretched on before them. Whatever lies his lips told, his expressi

Bahr accepts, and offers the following to his teammates. For @Pinball: Chocolate Truffles [x5] (T4 Vitality II Desserts) IDs: 188691, 188692-A, 188692-B, 188697-A, 188697-B Black Cloak [Tierless Demonic Cloth Armor] (HB | EVA III) ID: 236109 For @Lessa: Chocolate Truffles [x4] (T4 Vitality II Desserts) IDs: 188699, 188700, 188702, 188703

Buying Field Rations (-1000 col sent to Banker).

No time for chatter. Bahr needed something, and he needed it quick. As much as he loathed the prospect of needing to rely on his neighbor's hearty meat cylinders yet again, he saw little in the way of alternatives in his frenetic dash to make it to the Frontlines in time for the raid. He burst through the swinging door, slapped his col on the counter, and with an aggrieved expression, regarded the shopkeep with an upward tilt of the chin. "Need an Evasion Dog. Extra time in the deep fryer, please." He assumed the fryer oil was what made the flavor pop so good. Purchasing:

Combining the following: Black Cloak | [#225015] | TIER 4 PERFECT CLOTH ARMOR | EVA III [desc.]: A dark hooded cloak made for comfort. Big Blue Poncho | [#228814] | TIER 4 PERFECT CLOTH ARMOR | HB, EVA II [desc.]: A big blue poncho. into -> [+1 demonic shard, +1 gleaming scale sent to banker] Black Cloak | [#236109] | TIERLESS DEMONIC CLOTH ARMOR | HB, EVA III [desc.]: A dark hooded cloak made for comfort.