Marquis

ventura. Marquis | HP: 20/20 | EN: 20/20 | DMG: 7 | ACC: 3 | THORNS: 18+10 | MIT: 6 | LD: 3 | PROSP: 3 notes: n/a.

buying: Immolation Potion (3) | 300 x 3 = 900 col

<<eal:tlr>> ventura. Marquis | HP: 20/20 | EN: 20/20 | DMG: 7 | ACC: 3 | THORNS: 18+10 | MIT: 6 | LD: 3 | PROSP: 3 notes: n/a.

ventura. Marquis | HP: 20/20 | EN: 20/20 | DMG: 1 | THORNS: 18+10 | MIT: 6 | LD: 3 | PROSP: 3 notes: n/a.

marquis: thank you!

marquis: have i split this with you yet?

bistro's waiver. "goddammit," demian cursed. shikari had shrugged, hands a distance apart from his head in a large gesture of 'i don't know what to tell you. meanwhile, marquis had a go at the man's crafting station, looking over the wares on display. "anything interesting there?" she gestured to a few desserts. "yeah. some of those. i want ice cream." "oh, so do i." "it tastes like nothing," demian returned, a retort muffled by fingers in front of his face. "so exactly how most things en route taste," marquis replied, with an enthusiastic nod. "we can work

<<calming the soul.>> ventura. Marquis | HP: 20/20 | EN: 20/20 | DMG: 4 | THORNS: 18 | MIT: 18 notes: n/a.

<<the gemini.>> ventura. Marquis | HP: 20/20 | EN: 20/20 | DMG: 7 | ACC: 3 | THORNS: 18 | MIT: 6 notes: n/a.

marquis: thanks night! to shikari marquis: ok so i figured out we don't have a tv show shikari: what tv show

purchasing. 900col | 300 x 3 | Immolation Potion (x3) 800col | Custom Ambition Tool total: 900 + 800 = 1700col

marquis: thank you!! shikari. marquis: wait i dont get it marquis: why cant u pick them up for me

marquis: catch -> to shikari: Standard Spiked Plating | TIER 1 HEAVY ARMOR | THORNS II. standard-issue beginner's spiked plating.

thread summary. marquis. + 244xp | (349 * 0.7 * 1) + <<katana>> skill. shikari. + 244xp | (349 * 0.7 * 1) + 400col

another player. the cursor would’ve confirmed it. and here she half expected the entrant to be an ambush from a sudden enemy, cardinal unrelenting. but the glare shot her way, in blood-hot scarlet, did anything but assuage that presumption. they bent down. picked up the piece of the broken sword that was laid by their feet. the metal claws that the other player had equipped, large, bulky, had covered their arms from the shoulder downwards, such that even their digits were coated in mechanical steel. the blade fragment, of gleaming white folded metal, seemed of everything old in contrast

how finding a katana would work in the past for marquis was simple. there was a place of worship where the weapon would be located. on an ornate stand it sat, basking in the light of the environment around the temple, rays seeping through a carefully torn hole through the ceiling with steps laid out before her to ascend and receive her reward. she never did ask if shikari experienced the same ritual as she, but judging by his lack of surprise, she assumed he did on assumption. on this occasion, the same had occurred -- so she did as she knew and reached out for the blade, to take into her

despite marquis' help, it was shikari who found the temple in question first. gaze towards the sun's setting, he called to his distracted partner to look upon the structure, placed strangely amongst a gangle of non-native trees to the area. "oh, come on," marquis drolled, strolling up to the temple's steps right behind shikari. "what was even the point of me looking around for it if you were to find it in the first place?" shikari chuckled. "eliminates the choices i deal with," he said, gesturing marquis within. she wasted no time stepping past him, giving him a slight nod in t

“i’m being serious,” he said, nose-deep in his navigation attempt. it definitely didn’t help that there were no signifiers that weren’t organic in these woods, as opposed to the players’ originally accustomed environment. the man looked up, trying to salvage what he could of his surroundings and of their conversation. “look, they might even be watching us right now. getting lost in the very beginner forest of floor one.” “shikari.” “mtv material. watch how these two veterans who haven’t gone back in a decade react to the new floor one in aincrad!” “new – wait, it’s new?” s

“if anything,” he clarified, “i’d be safer in town, wouldn’t i?” “and set targets on your back from your customers.” “none of them are on the first anymore,” shikari corrected, to no avail. marquis only seemed more despondent with her pout unchanging. “you don’t know that…” “hmm…” shikari shook his head, and slung his hands behind it, one foot set to his other’s ankle. he had his gaze set to the sky: a great expanse of blue on a sunny, cloudless day. the quiet that fell between them served multiple purposes only he had the capacity to observe – one of which was time f

“just to be clear,” shikari said, catching marquis’ attention. “past this, i’m not staying a katana user if this is the price of it now.” “what?” marquis huffed, startled. as far as the pair had been together, they’d both been users of the same blade type. shikari laughed. “i’m not even sure i’d want to go back to the zero, to be honest.” “you’re kidding.” “am not.” given that it was where they’d originally partnered at, the feedback wasn’t exactly taken lightly – his refusal to go back read more of a betrayal to marquis than not. “then you’re really hanging up your sw

“... how about 3 years?” marquis slammed her fist on the counter again. “what are we to you lady?! indentured servants?! the only part here we’re missing is a resume and if that’s the way it is now than frankly i refuse!” “whatever happened to ‘we can’t give up now?’” shikari shook his head, before placing a hand on marquis’ shoulder. she scoffed in response. he turned to bistro after his aid has calmed down. “how does that math work out?” bistro’s smile tilts. “by the lowest payment factor accounting for interest accumulated through the years.” she shifted, choo

so eventually they came to learn of yet another broker. “no, not a broker,” she handwaved, keeping an obvious chipper facade. marquis and shikari exchanged looks at the mention, because they were both certain she had led with the title of a broker all the same. “then what are you?” marquis asked. bistro chuckled to herself, one palm overlapping the back of her other hand. “your employer. until your debt is paid off, i mean.” shikari took a step back. “no, marquis… this is what the first has become… a home to prospective loan sharks.” marquis, instead, slammed her

“... what is it you’re looking for exactly? i have many maps, as mentioned in my exchange with you, marquis.” marquis’ foot stopped tapping. her hands went from the bench’s surface to her knees. “we’re looking for a source of information about a katana. on the first floor?” hearing that made the broker smile. “oh, well then, we have that most certainly! and how much col are you willing to offer for such intel?” “...” “...” it was the man who spoke first, his nails combing through his slicked back hair. “um… excuse us. we’ve not been about the first lately due

<<katana acquisition>> ventura. Marquis | HP: 20/20 | EN: 20/20 | DMG: 1 | THORNS: 18 notes: n/a. it was another regular day in the town of beginnings. as per usual, it had its npcs adhering to their schedules and routines, the occasional new player running about trying to complete the first lessons, and the veterans lounging about trying to catch a fresh face. for what purpose, however, it would be completely unknown. “hey!” one of them waved, to a la

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