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Yue Hua's eyes squinted shut, pleased, and she nodded her head vigorously at Wulfrin's observation. Anyone fully aware of the exact circumstances of her skip might have said that Yue Hua had not been the one in the muck chopping away at quests and mobs herself. But she had done that song and dance one disastrous reset ago and she considered making creative use of one's resources a skill in itself... even if this one in question had done it completely rogue. All told, she was supposed to walk off with the credit and the favor owed gave her some much-needed direction. She dreaded the day sh

PH -> GATHERING: 239111: LD 18; 2/5.

She continued, alone and uninterrupted. She swung open the door to the pantry and she internally flipped through her limited knowledge of recipes. Their bartender NPC's duty hours ended far earlier than when Yue Hua usually woke up. Breakfast, if not bought from the shops in Taft, had to be prepared by herself. She went back and forth between closely packed shelves and the small cooking area squeezed next to the window, picking up two small sacks and a carton, pans, utensils, and a bowl. Once everything was gathered at the counter, she stared them all down with a frown. Flour. Eggs. Sugar

A shaded bubble beneath her last communication informed her it was sent. Already a stroke of luck, considered. She waited, lazing about in her bed, running a comb through the feathered end of her tail. She relished the soft, silky feel of it, then moved on to her hair, which rarely gave her trouble since she moved so little in her sleep. When she ran out of knots to untangle and the other end of the line remained silent, she resigned herself to more waking moments with the mystery. Yue Hua drifted out into the quiet hall, eyes half squinted shut against the brightness of the morning. Her

"Of course," Yue Hua remarked. "That is what our guild is for." She could not help but recall that Firefly had said almost the exact same thing during their first meeting. She mulled on it as they walked along the town walls, folding her hands behind her head. It made her the picture of ease, though she was still poised to respond to danger should it impossibly present itself this close to town. "I suppose I could say I'm here for the same thing. My trouble with levels aside, I have always been curious about what was going through Kayaba's head when he made all this. Creation reflect

厌倦你浪潮般涨落地爱我 当作莫名靠岸惶惑地来过 再说了从未幻想过你爱我 天马行空都埋没 On a crisp late autumn morning in Floor 11, swathed in thick quilted blankets in the room she occupied within the guild HQ's dormitories, Yue Hua woke to find that she had skipped two entire tiers in her sleep. She dug herself out of her blanket cocoon, bleary and befuddled, and she tried to piece together how she might have bested an army of high value monsters, perhaps five hundred strong, in less than eight hours, then promptly forgot. It must have been a mission of quite extre

"Oh," Yue Hua said softly. He was proving to be quite the attentive student. Picked up the technique with ease, even if through sheer bad luck the game refused to give him his material yield, and held the skill long enough to turn it on her. She blinked owlishly back at that bright blue gaze, and for a moment appeared at a loss for what to say and what to do in return. She let Dexter bring her hand up to his head and she very gently ruffled his hair, her fingertips brushing above the curve of his brow. Such earnest words for someone he just met. She found this amount of naivete quite ador

Among the hundreds of hard-earned things that Yue Hua lost after her supposed death were her vanities. Layers upon layers of them: the horns, the pointed ears, the feathered tail, the length to her hair that would be spectacularly unmanageable in reality, if not impossible, and the colors she had spent months in her brewery matching unto one another to create a unique yet harmonious whole. It was no understatement to say that her body was her masterpiece -- and walking off the edge of Aincrad had not cremated it at its most beautiful, only wiped the slate clean. She sorely regretted it an

厌倦你浪潮般涨落地爱我 当作莫名靠岸惶惑地来过 再说了从未幻想过你爱我 天马行空都埋没 [post01.] In her dreams she kicked about tufts of leaves in her enclosure and watched them slowly fall. Clouds like torn cotton hung above a house on wooden stilts and the pond it overlooked. She had loved, in the first empty days, sitting with a leg up on the wide open window and simply letting her eyes rest on the scenery. She had left her seat once she grew so fidgety she nearly fell off. The leaves settled. A swipe of her boot against the biggest pile took them to the air once a

Her numbers problem was all sorted but Yue Hua had already made arrangements. Would be a trouble for her guildmate if she suddenly canceled last minute. So did she pop up at the agreed time and place precisely five minutes before they were agreed to meet, her gait quickened a half-step above the usual, which in the language of Yue Hua that was still unfamiliar to her fellows, meant that she was eager for someone to praise her most recent feat. "Hello, Wulfrin," Yue Hua greeted, slotting her name beneath his in the party list. "Notice anything different?" The desert was dry and misera

[You retraced a familiar path. From sound and pressures of air, you carefully gauged the distances between yourself and the bodies of the surrounding crowd, giving all moving figures a wide berth. You thought you were actively hallucinating on top of your weariness and the fine radioactive slurry your senses had melted into -- but in front of you, approximately three steps to the right, had been a genuine flower bomber. You considered terrorism a passing disinterest, and much more amiably, you offered your contribution to the station. Hiten's booming voice came half a person's h

[Ever since your cohorts drank the event dry of its novelties, your leader had reined them all back in and redistributed their regular tasks, albeit with double the off-hours so nobody could in good conscience make fun of him for showing favoritism toward his wife. You made yourself scarce to escape any straying ire and between your own work you made a lazy routine of checking the cumulative progress on the only goal you could not accomplish by yourself. You forgot to knock on wood, as the superstitious type would say. Forty-eight hours before closing, the lines on the tally had not moved

(Received.) [You racked up two counts of impersonation in a single day. In my defense, Your Honor, you pleaded against an imaginary court, I was just being a silly goose.] Yue Hua did, too.

She was starting to suspect that she was snatching materials from right under this boy's nose. But she had checked every time, just to uphold ordinary player etiquette, and they seemed to be looking in different directions. Yue Hua thought for a second. "Have you ever strained your eyes trying to read something from a considerable distance? Let's say a sign from across a street. Try applying that to yourself right now. Try not to squint -- it narrows your peripheries; for a <<Search>>, that's counterproductive, and you don't want to get into the habit of crippling your sight o

"Heh. I can see that." Yue Hua wasn't going to rag on him any further. As it was, quarreling with an unusually limited range of movement thanks to her tail, Dexter had less success looking for Zackariah's materials. An apt consequence, she had decided. "At fighting? I won a solid half of the duels I attended back then," she shared proudly. "So if one considers that a decent sample size, I could say I am better than about fifty percent of the player base. Though right now -- I am suffering a bit of a setback... so it may be a while before I step back into the ring. "Don't worry.