Cordelia

Cordelia’s patience was whittling down with every minute of this boss fight. Between failing to proc a single instance of holy— the entire point of her build, mind you— and the emotional roller coaster of the fight itself, her temper was on a short fuse. Fuck this. Fuck this stupid bear! Callisto’s health bear was close to nothing at this point, and she couldn’t help but think that if she had procced her holy just *once*, this fight would have been over minutes ago. Onimaru, Slayer of Demons, her ass. Whatever. Her sword glinted a dim light as if to taunt her critless str

Cordelia’s jaw almost dropped to the ground. “What the fuck!” she exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air incredulously. Well, she guessed she shouldn’t be too mad since she prayed for the man, but *what the fuck!* Inwardly, she cursed Kayaba for whatever the heck that was, but she didn’t have much time to dwell on it. Freyd was alive(?) and in one piece, and that’d save her from feeling bummed out for the rest of the fight. Now with a burden off her shoulders, Cordelia had no hesitation going back into her fight. Bahr was fortunate enough to land a hit, knocking Callisto out of

Amidst the mayhem of conflict, several furious shouts and cries of grief caught her attention. Cordelia’s blood ran cold in her veins. Freyd– the bright-eyed newbie that had been there to witness her in her lowest moments– was gone just like that; nothing more than a flurry of blue fractals in the breeze, and even that barely lasted for more than a few seconds. Cordelia hadn’t been there to witness his almost inhuman climb to the top of Aincrad’s ranks, but that didn’t really matter in the end, did it? No matter how many times she’s heard about his feats in the passing wind, he never

“Holy shit, are you guys okay?” Cordelia held up her hands worriedly as she approached Jomei and Bahr, the former having taken a less than joyful ride with Callisto’s claws. Callisto’s sudden charge at Jomei was alarming, but the concern was short lived with the quick response from Bahr. The bear’s abrupt burst of speed was also short lived with an attack from the shadows, and Cordelia huffed when she realized she had barely seen their team’s sixth member even after all this time. Typical Pinball. She guessed. Probably. With the antidote applied and the rest of her team safe (for the

Cordelia’s heart sank as the fight seemed to fall into chaos. Callisto seemed to spare no mercy as it dug its claws into their frontline, and while Jomei’s health was far from reaching the yellow, the stacking of effects on him was starting to worry her. Looking at the other groups, she could surmise that they weren’t doing too much better. Her eyes wandered back to Jomei. “I’m fine,” she said back, lowering her sword just briefly to check up on the ginger. “Are you sure? That was a hard hit.” She couldn’t help but grimace as her eyes hovered over the various venoms under his healthbar,

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Cordelia gave herself no break, immediately going in for another attack on the bear. Her sword cleaved through flesh, following an incredibly familiar pattern. Once again, the damage was much to be desired, but she sucked up her disappointment and retreated back to the rest of her party. Arabelle was soon at her side, and her weariness wmust’ve been noticeable considering her words. Cordelia rubbed her eyes, but it didn’t seem to help with whatever she was inflicted with. “I dunno,” she mumbled, squinting in irritation. “Some kind of debuff that's affecting my vision and mobility.”

The sight of a massive clawed paw was the last thing Cordelia saw before she was sent tumbling backward. As she landed, to say she was initially disgusted was the understatement of the century; bare skin made contact with the murky brown water that clumped together in thick puddles along the chamber’s floor, and even if it didn’t stain her skin and clothes, the mere knowledge that she was touching the corpse water was enough to nearly send her gagging. If that wasn’t enough, the close proximity immediately sent the stench straight to Cordelia’s face, invading her lungs like she had inhaled fir

Cordelia braced herself as she prepared for Callisto’s first attack in retaliation to the players, but her tense shoulders relaxed in confusion as she watched him charge into absolutely. Not even Jomei, who was still playing his silly little tunes, mind you, had managed to avoid an attack from the half-dead bear. She huffed, unsure if this meant that Callisto’s attacks would be devastating should they land at some point, but it was a thought she’d rather brush off for now in favor of actually attacking the damn thing. As soon as Callisto sat his fat ass back down, Cordelia went in for an

A gust of trapped air wafted past Cordelia as the gates to the boss room opened. In that moment, she felt reminded of days in autumn, when the rain had just subsided and what lingered in its place was the unusual yet somewhat pleasant smell of wet leaves and morning dew. Then immediately her senses were bombarded. A scent so strong of death and rot that she could taste it on the tip of her tongue. Decrepit and ancient air that’s housed defeated corpses for God knows how long danced along her bare skin, sending shivers down her spine and causing her heart to beat out of her chest. The clack of

Cordelia’s nose wrinkled, and she visibly shuddered. “That’ll do it,” she said. While far from considering it a phobia, she preferred to steer clear of anything with more than four legs. Anything with more than that was bound to be trouble– trouble that she did not want to deal with. Upon the mention of her shop, she blinked dumbly. Then a rush of memories flooded her head, and she suddenly gasped. The ginger hair. The green hood. “Oh, you’re Baldur and Mac’s friend!” she exclaimed, eyes widening. The day Jomei must’ve been talking about was far in the distant past, so her memories of it

Cordelia’s brain stuttered, and her mouth opened before closing wordlessly. Sword? She looked down at the katana on her hip. “O-oh, you mean Onimaru!” she exclaimed, a surprised laugh leaving her. Instinctively, she unsheathed the blade from its saya and presented it to Arabelle. It’s not often she got the chance to gush about her sword. “It’s by no means intricate,” she began, already feeling the worries slip off her shoulder as she fell into familiar rambling. Cordelia went on to describe its design– from the slight chips on its surface to the detailed carvings inlaid upon the metal to the c

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As soon as she stepped into the crowd of amassing frontliners, an unexplainable smell hit Cordelia so hard that it almost sent her reeling. Her nose wrinkled in disdain, and she tried to swallow down the unease brewing in her stomach to no avail. It was nauseating, to say the least, both the smell and the knowledge that she was about to step into a floor boss fight. Cordelia was no stranger to the frontlines, but it truly never got easier. She made quick work of downing all the consumables she had prepared as she weaved between unfamiliar and familiar faces, searching for the lucky party

"IM BACCCCK." Cordelia sprang through the doors of the diner with a skip in her step. She had just magically appeared from… somewhere– wherever she was last. Even though she was just here a few days ago, the incoming boss raid was forcing her to buy a few things she never typically bought. So here she was to steal some more hot dogs from her partner! Yippee! Stuffing a few hotdogs into her inventory, Cordelia bid the shop goodbye with an enthusiastic wave, regardless if there was anyone there. “Alrightthanksseeyoulaterbye!” And then she was off. To where? Who knows. Not her.

Cordelia appeared at the shop with a hesitant look before sighing in relief when she realized she was at the right place. Shopping for consumables had never really been her style, often choosing to tough it out and hoping for the best. If she finds herself in a pickle because she didn’t bring a few snacks or potions– well, thems the breaks, she guessed. Still, she supposed this boss fight was important, and she’d probably get an earful if she didn’t bring consumables… so here she was. “Hey Zandra!” she greeted after searching through her noggin for the name for the familiar. “I’m just go

Cordelia took a step back, dazed from the sudden onslaught of kisses. She was breathless, as if her words were stolen away in the abrupt act of passion. Slowly, her fingers ghosted over her lips after they parted, and she felt the lingering sensation of their kiss come in a dull but nonetheless pleasant buzz. What was a small moment of thoughtlessness was followed by a roaring wave of embarrassment that overtook her senses. Her gaze flickered over to the stunned enemies, grateful that they seemed to think better than to talk. Yes, she acknowledges that these NPCs were far from real people, but

@Oscar >> Oscar: Want to try to cook some bosses. Help. Cordelia: << What?? Hello??? OSCAR???? ok. You get used to eating bizarre foods in SAO after a while. Sure, the game still had the standard meats and vegetables, but when you’re in a world filled with man killing flora and fauna, sometime’s you just have to take the bounty that’s given to you– even if “eating” didn’t really fufill it’s original function anymore. That being said, Cordelia isn’t sure she’s eve

“No more secrets,” Cordelia repeated softly. It was an unspoken promise that she couldn’t help but feel emotional over. They had spent much too long running in two different directions that when faced with confronting their honesty, the simplicity of it struck a melancholic chord within her. It could’ve been so easy; the solution was within the grasp of her fingers, the tip of her tongue. But she supposed fate was a strange and fickle thing– forcing them apart, molding them into different people, before suddenly putting them back together again. It was a bittersweet feeling to know that they’d

After sending the image of a tied-up Jomei to a couple of her close friends, following a message along the lines of “who the fuck is this,” Cordelia finally turned her attention back to the elusive man she might’ve forgotten the name of. “Which side is your good side?” she asked thoughtfully, pulling up the image again. Her eyes narrowed as she squinted at the albeit, poorly taken picture. Yeah, she thought, grimacing as her fingers swiped it away, definitely didn’t get the good side. “Yeah, yeah,” Cordelia called, hand grasping the hilt of her katana before she pulled it out of its saya

The creak of wood and sudden weight next to her was more than enough to tell Cordelia that Oscar had come to join her in her miserable existence. She was stubborn. Reap what you sew, as they’d say. Though the phrase had little meaning when she was so weak for the man. Even if he was the reason she was suffering in silence in the first place, Cordelia could never say no to Oscar’s touch. She let herself be pulled toward him with a begrudging grunt, hands finally straying away from her flushed face to reveal an embarrassed pout. “You’re mean,” she said, simple and sharp, but very little bite. Ev

When Cordelia showed up to the supposed pre-raid meeting, she was almost sure that she had the wrong place. The setting felt a little too… festive to be considered an important meeting that was meant to determine their way out of here. Aside from a few outliers, most people were dressed casually– and while she’s seen her fair share of people in skimpy armor, this felt a step beyond that. No functionality whatsoever! That’s what I get for trusting some random people on the street, she thought, ready to turn on her heel and leave– until she caught a few glimpses of some familiar faces. NIG

Cordelia wasn’t really sure what was doing within the caverns of floor Twenty-Three, to be honest. Her messages with her info broker had gone dry, and she wasn’t really in the mood to go looking for another one on such short notice. From conversations she had passed by, it seemed like there was a pretty prominent questline on this floor, and she figured what better time than now to check it out for herself. She hadn’t expected someone to call for her from above. Any reasonable response died on her lips as she locked onto the ginger man’s visage. Her face flickered with recognition,

“Got it!” Plumes of smoke billowed behind her as Cordelia’s figure rushed towards the Forgotten Time King once again. She pushed herself for the final attack, whirling her body at a velocity that wouldn’t even reach the average eye. Red and white blurs danced and weaved through the king’s last attempt to attack as the swordswoman extended her katana one final time. It was only natural for Cordelia to immediately recognize the power that awaited her next attack. After so many grueling months of hard work and training, it was only fair to call Onimaru an extension of her body. Thus, w

“I think we’ll be fine,” she muttered as she passed Wulfrin. Cordelia weaved through the distance between the bandit and her, taking advantage of his aggro and blind spots with graceful finesse. Closing the gap, her fingers readjusted themselves around the blade’s handle as she prepared to deal the final blow. The bandit boss was still recovering from his previously immobilized state, too busy sputtering out various curses to notice Cordelia coming from the rear. It was only when the flicker of holy light catch in the corner of his peripherals did he notice her pursuit, but by the t