Bahr

"I'm done." All other emotions Bahr had experienced up to this point had given way to a palpable sense of annoyance. He no longer had the impression that this bear was some sort of indomitable force that threatened their lives. There were now Players virtually suplexing it - such was not the mark of a fearsome beast. The whiplash between Freyd having died (if that was even real) and now was so stark, it didn't even feel real. Literal minutes ago, everyone was shaking in their boots in the face of a powerful enemy. Now, Bahr didn't even feel threatened by it. He wondered how many of h

Bahr was so mortified he could laugh. But he knew if he started, he'd never stop. What cruel games was death playing with them? It seemed that whatever damage Freyd had sustained had been reversed. Bahr was starting to believe that death was anything but permanent in this realm. Kayaba's announcement on launch day was surely nothing more than a ruse. However still. Bahr wasn't keen on being felled just yet, supposing he could be wrong. His form would flicker before taking its place at Callisto's feet, a line traced with the edge of Dawn's Demise cleaving directly through the monster'

Bahr swallowed hard at the inquiry, but otherwise maintained a neutral expression as best he could. "'Fraid not," Bahr responded. "We're sinners in search of worse." A poignant statement that, were it not for Bahr's embarrassing attempt to swing himself horseback, probably could have seemed really cool. Instead, he followed up this cryptic declaration by placing one boot firmly within the stirrup, hoisting himself up and over, said stirrup catching his boot being the only reason he didn't go too far over and find himself face-first in the dirt. He didn't bother to look to see if the others had

"Hoo." Jomei let loose once they'd cleared the monster's area of influence. "I owe ya one." "Sure," the Kingslayer managed as he finally found solid footing, eyes still affixed against the hulking mass of rotten bullshit that had been abusing them for the past hour or so. Their retreat hadn't been the most elegant, but survival rarely was. "Let's just hope you're a little more graceful than me when it comes time to cash in." In response to Cordelia's inquiry, both Bahr and Jomei - in unison - raised a thumb to the affirmative. It was honestly a little weird, and Bahr dropped his hand

"H-HEY NOW!" It seemed the glorious goober had deigned to scoop up their party's tank and take him for a ride. As humorous as Bahr was certain this would all seem once they were on the other side of this, they sorta needed their tank for this fight, and he couldn't imagine that Jomei was having any fun being ragdolled around in the clutches of that hulking mass of rotten flesh. Bahr sheathed Dawn's demise and leapt toward the creature, managing to grasp hold of a few clumps of fur attached to the monster's massive arm. As the boss' enormous frame swayed and jilted around with each movement, on

From the earthen depths emerged a lattice of roots which grabbed hold of the party, slithering its thorny appendages into the chinks and creases of their armor and anchoring them in place. Having faced similar traps in the past, Bahr knew that one of the worst things one could do when bound was to struggle and writhe against that which bound them. He took a deep breath and carefully assess the situation, fighting against his every urge to buck wildly against the ropey tendrils in a vain effort to free himself. After a few moments, something clicked. Bahr placed a single hand gently on one

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

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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

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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