Jeeves

"Oh, perfect." Scooting from his hidey hole, Jeeves dashed towards their beleaguered foe, unleashing his newest flechette round that ripped through the mobs avatar like a shotgun blast. Ravana's health bar was decimated, plummeting from a poorly performing yellow to unflattering red. Even his groupies on the perimeter looked worried. "Yeah, ladies. Sorry to tell you, but I'd wager you backed the wrong horse. If you were waiting for some sort of second coming... heh... you may be out of luck." A quick hand gesture made to Foyle was readily acknowledged. The tent was flammable,

"Yeah, yeah. Your fancy new hammer did all the work." Without missing a breath, Jeeves lined up a short, threading the needle through the bonfire to stick their enemy with am infectious concoction to properly decimate it from the inside out. The dancing women strangely ignored their sudden melee, spreading themselves around the broader plaza and ringing the impromptu battlefield like a bunch of oni cheerleaders. "Is this the Ravana dude they keep muttering about? Can't say he's been overly impressive so far." Chatting as he reloaded, the delicate windings of his wrist-activated m

"Strong associations with blood and fire were found in the available texts, suggesting some sort of infernal realm, or potential devil/demon association. Given that these came from drop during Diwali, the nature of floor twenty-seven, and other miscellaneous corroborating evidence, some sort of infernal connection seems highly likely." The other three men stood, stunned. Jeeves had actually participated in their pre-mission discussions. Normally, he just grunted and grimaced, keeping to himself and plotting the demise of some poor house pet - presumably. He wasn't the type to share.

“What do you mean, you ‘lost’ it?! How do you lose a giant ass reflective murder monster constantly trying to kill everything around it with fingernails hardy enough to put Freddy Kruger to shame?” Extra petulant and feisty with fatigue after nearly three days of constant battle, Jeeves’ was more than a little miffed. Wearing clothing so saturated that its consistency bordered on becoming a moist towelette certainly didn’t help. “It was right there a minute ago! Event boss mob thingies don’t just suddenly evaporate into thin air.” “Actually…” Ren’s pending exposition on the sub

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While the others were busy getting all sentimental and stuff, Jeeves loaded another of his sample collection quarrels and fired, snaring a bit of digital flesh for further analysis and consideration. If any of them noticed, they said nothing. And why would they even be watching? He'd learned long ago how best to play to expectations, and that most often meant overlooking him completely. Hardly needing system support, he was already invisible in most crowded rooms, certainly with certain other people around. This crew would be his camouflage. Useful, even likeable, they served his needs a

Ever dart impact left a black-ish green marring on the mob's outer skin, making him wonder what actually lay beneath. Did mobs even have internal anatomy? If they did, the ramifications were interesting. Was it always there, or only reveal itself as the layers above were exposed and peeled back? While this was hardly the mob to be exploring such notions with, it did give him some ideas as to what experiments might be possible. Habishinu's tongue provided a vector from which to trace the potential progress of toxins or even virulent disease. It was only in that moment that he realized

"These drops are fascinating," Jeeves commented, inspecting the lanky tongue provided as prize for Hebishinu's defeat. "It mimics some of the abilities from my latest prototype. Could they be combined? Shame that they seem to be single use, but I suppose we could always return to farm the thing." Running his thick leather gloves through ruddy brown locks, Jeeves' mind was abuzz with potential and possibilities. "Freyd, didn't this thing used to grant paralysis, or am I thinking of a different mob drop? Some of the older guild records get all jumbled, and can be hard to follow up ac

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Where the blast wave rocked the others off their feet, Jeeves was fully bowled over, rolling ass over tea kettle until a tree stump 'conveniently' broke his momentum. "Oww! Dammit. Stupid snek thingy!" Scrambling back onto his feet, the battle was already unfolding into pure mayhem, or has he often preferred to think of it: normal. Ever since joining up with Firm Anima, at Quaestor's urging, he'd been sent on increasingly difficult and dangerous missions. Freyd seemed to think him suited for them, and at first he'd protested, like he protested just about everything. It was his p

Tugging his sleeve down to conceal his newly minted mechanical arsenal, even Jeeves' joy was difficult to suppress. He'd spent a week pouring over all of the details with Ren, scrounging parts or having them custom fabricated by different craftsman to prevent anyone from stealing his designs. Still, all the manic energy had been worth it to wrap the finished device around his wrist and test load it with a dummy dart. He'd spent hours just calibrating the sight and testing it on clay pots and glass bottles line up behind Quaestor's shop - much to Miri's chagrin. "Yeah. I think we're go

Where Ren charged the angel head on, Jeeves was already scheming to deny it access to the skies. Dodging right, in case the field came with its own tricks for players foolish enough to cluster around the boss, his bolts lanced through the air to perforate the mob's feathered wings with impunity. "Foyle! Take care of the other side. If we can keep it down, it'll be just like the wasp queen!" He could already see the archer moving to the far field, bow at the ready for a run and gun effort. Freyd was closing the pincer on the mob from behind, his hammer eager to meet Ren's anvil

Sliding through a field of loose gravel as he moved to get a clear shot, Jeeves timed it just well enough to catch a glimpse of red among purple and fire. Planting his forward foot hard into unstable ground gave him just enough purchase to slow and stop on a pivot, whirling a full three-sixty while he reloaded and fired again. The game's firing algorithms made it easier, tracking in lead time to setup a reticule for ridicule, which he promptly took advantage of every time. Why wouldn't he? The phoenix, meanwhile, was looking rather dour, having been beat up before it could do much of a

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"Floor Nine. Yogan Village." Each member of the squad repeated the words, vanishing one by one to travel from one unbearable hellhole to another. But, whereas the former would suck the moisture from your bones, parch the skin until it flaked off, then bleach your bones, this one would just melt you in a pool of molten magma or fill your lungs with toxic fumes. Verdicts were out on which was worse, but neither received especially fond reviews. "Firebird, right? Hey, Ren. Isn't your familiar a phoenix? Is this where you found it?" Ren shook his head in the negative. "I found