Sam

Thread Closure: Sam | [Word Count: 5129/5 = 1025.8] * [True Tier: 10] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 1.05] = 10771 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 1615 col, 1 Mon Katoka | [Word Count: 5129/5 = 1025.8] * [True Tier: 7] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 1.05] = 7540 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 1131 col, 1 Mon Simmone Guild Treasurer: +2 Guild Tokens (Sam and Katoka)

Walking through the hallway, hamster moving a million miles a second. She tried the whole sleeping thing 2 days ago but she wound up just staring at the ceiling for 3 hours. Shutting the door behind her, starting running the water for a bath. When was the last time she took one, was it when Kat and her decided that they were finally over with? Slinking into the tub, had it really been that long? What if Freyd was right, what if she couldn't actually brink herself to kill another player. It the other games she had played, it was different. They were not death games. Those people out there had f

"The closest thing that I have to a daily routine in wake, do guild vault inventory and than practice with CC for a while. The rest of the day I mainly work on my music or trying to write new songs. Let me tell you, he is not as easy as it looks." Sam give a small chuckle as she watches Kat avoid her glances after saying the last thing. "I am okay with it Kat, you seeing someone." It may hurt at first but she wanted to be able to talk about anything with Katoka without their feeling getting in the way. "Like say Lium was being a jackass, I want to come and talk about how he was being a jackass

"To be honest she pulled me out of a obsessive spiraling funk. When I found out who killed my other friends I sorta got obsessed with trying to find them. Not really the best look," a nervous chuckle. "I heard her play and it gave me something to focus on. I was playing a bit before I met her in person but she doesn't know that she pulled me from a very dark place. It's sorta what allowed me to be her today." She stops dead with the music playing as Kat throws a towel over her head. She couldn't help but laugh, setting her bass on her lap as she starts rubbing the top of her head with the clot

Seeing Kat eye the bass, she smiles "Yamaha RBX-374, I got it from CC herself from the Top Spot Harlots. I got to say she is everything I pictured and more. I have been practicing with her every morning for about a month now." A gleam of excitement lit up in her eyes as she was staring down at the instrument playing softly. Listening to her, "Yea I know, I have been watching the monument during the raids. I actually saw Freyd's pop then vanish on it, it was rather weird." Even though she was not in the raids she was keeping an eye on them. She realized the reason she didn't want to be in the f

Her heart sunk as she listened. The Katoka still cared, it was a good start. "If it makes you feel any better it wasn't intentional..." still so angry now more so knowing what happened. "I fell asleep in the shower with my clothes on from all that happened that day. The water turned cold and my clothes being like ice sent me into a shocking state." She was feeling down and stressed that night, not wanting to get out of the water at the moment didn't mean she didn't want to get out ever. "It was an accident..." a sad look on her face as Kat shoves her a bit. The girl was shaking, she was trying

Out of breath, she hears a familiar voice. The woman asks her why she here she responds "I hate the way things ended like they did." Kat greets her in, she didn't care if she got sick. Maybe she could have chosen a different day to do this but Katoka might have not been home. She knew from the past how strongly the girl felt about it that Kat would be in the next raid. She might not get another chance. "Thank you..." saying in a small voice as she steps in drenched. Seeing her again was a blast from the past but different, the way she held herself. She wanted to ask how she was doing, whats be

Pacing around her house, she has had a lot of time to think. There was so many things that she fucked in her life being in this hell. Very few people spoke to her anymore. Lium was keeping secrets from her and was doing his own thing. Freyd was helping her investigate the woman who killed her friends but the truth was she didn't want to be a part of it. For the longest time she had felt like she didn't matter, like she was forgotten, a lost soul. Being a leader gave her purpose, made her feel like she was wanted, needed. The happier times of her life were outside of this game. The one person i

Quest Closure: Sam | [Word Count: 1933/5 = 386.6] * [True Tier: 10] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 1.05] = 4059 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 608 col Nisahima | [Word Count: 1933/5 = 386.6] * [True Tier: 10] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 1.05] = 4059 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 608 col Final Rewards: Nisahime: 4059 EXP 608 col <<Performer>> Profession 1 Mon 5 Materials Sam: 4059 EXP 608 col <<Performer>> Profession 1 Mon 5 Materials Simmone Guild Treasury: Guild Tokens: +2 (Nisahime, Sam)

After Nisahime was done, it amazed her how great the woman was. With the bass hanging on her back from the strap she would clap. After a few moments of fame from the woman's end Sam would swirl her guitar forward around her shoulder blade catching it in her hands. The music starts to illuminate the room, a song that she was rather familiar with and a very practiced one from CC chart. Tapping her feet and moving her body to the music that she played. Head bobbing to the beat, then nothing. It was over before she knew it, swishing her hair forward then back up as she takes a deep breath. Landon

Listening carefully to Nisahime, she says this like she had experience in it. Like she had lived it, almost missed it. Taking a deep breath, maybe that was what CC was trying to relay. When ever they played it was with an empty crowd. Maybe one day she would be able to feel that rush. She had to prove to CC that she could be the best, maybe then she would be allowed to join the real band back home. They had years of experience on her, that was not going to stop her from trying though. Grabbing another shard free with a small wiggling motion, this was the last one. Setting it with the others, s

"Hmm, I guess it's just a way to have a free hand and not have to switch on the fly." Back in the day??? Was that another way of saying in her other world. That still confused that crap out of her, all the talk about different universes and crap. She lived by facts most of the time but the stuff in this game as made her alter that opinion slightly. Not sure to what or how, it was a bit overwhelming to think about. "I think that it is a way to reflect your best self, in music anyway. Record it and look back to what you have accomplished." This was more true that she ever thought it would be. Th

"Maybe your right" taking a huge deep breath. It was clear that she had to start a schedule that involved lung usage. "To be far I have be trying to write songs of my own. It's a bit harder than I would like to admit." A small huff before glancing down to find another shard. "So it's reflecting light, cool" saying as she snaps it free softly. She didn't really know how fragile they actually were. Staring at it amused, she had never actually taken the time to observe such a fascinating item. They were also crushed or used right before something primal happened that would bring her focus elsewhe

Holding a wall breathing heavy, "Yea, yea" not even understanding what the woman said as she was trying to catch her breath. Eventually she would, finding a small crystal that took the color pink in appearance. What was with all the rando colors. Did it mean something different for each one. Maybe the white haired woman would know, plucking one off carefully as to not break the source of the crystal itself. "Hey what is with the different colors, is there a difference in frequency or something." Staring at it for only a moment before placing it with the other that was gathered. Hold her chest

A short jaunt through the floor of beginnings, a quick conversation with Landon to obtain the quest. The woman that she was following was so fast. "Yea I am coming" practically run to catch up. Seeing the woman reach for a small glow, it was clear that she knew what she was doing. Seeing a similar shine she smiles an plucks it from where it sat. It was days like this that speed was necessary because weather she wanted to admit or or not this woman was fast as shit. Sam was having trouble following and at times she would lose sight of the woman. She would have to start focusing if she wanted to