Bee

Bee | Lv.6 | HP: 120/120 | EN: 30/30 In Ronbaru, everything was pretty. Loud explosions cast colours and patterns across the sky. Dresses, gowns, and robes of similar styles were donned; Bee had found a pastel pink saree embellished with stones and cut beads. Everyone looked so beautiful. She stood off to the side of the Gyan Chauper, watching as a pair of girls finished a game. She was intrigued by both the game and by the closeness of the pair. They were basically interlocked while they took turns moving pieces across the board. When they were done, and it came to her tur

Bee continued to rub her knuckles, watching intently as Freyd pummeled the sand shark back into the ground. It exploded. She had never seen anything die before. The corpse turned into blue sparkles, floating away from Freyd's fist. She could do nothing but stare in awe. Is this what the frontlines are like? With their quest complete, the group immediately began to split up. Left alone with the two women, Bee panicked and scurried off. "Oh, ok bye," she mumbled, hurrying back to Fortaleza. A new to-do list replaced the old. Screw Rosa. She didn't need her. She needed a weapon, some fo

Why a whip? And what was a fedora? She laughed awkwardly. "Yeah, maybe." She had no idea what he was talking about. What a day. Very quickly, Bee went from falling into a lie, to adopting two (extremely pretty) new girls, to watching Freyd beat a blind shark half to death with his bare hands. He just punched it... and cracked its armor... She frowned, weaponless. The expectation that they were to also contribute puzzled her. She couldn't do what he just did. She didn't think anyone could do what he just did. She rolled up her sleeve and charged at the beast anyway, replicating Freyd'

To tell another soul that she had been denied (and quite frankly, scammed out of several thousand col) by a woman who was supposedly a top tier support on the frontlines was far too embarrassing. Instead, she lied, plainly offering a tale that, oddly enough, made more sense than the truth. She fumbled her words. "Museum," she blurted out. "I was looking for a museum." Okay, so maybe it didn't make much sense. Bee wasn't even sure there was a museum in Fortaleza. "I'm a bit of a history nerd," she chuckled, committing to the fib. What was she even talking about? She didn't know two things

Bee couldn't say what it was that brought her to Honeydew & Hushwind. In truth, she was lost, but there was more to it than that. The woods on Floor 8 were tricky, complicated. They called to you, stringing you along until you ended up in the cave of a sleeping bear, a fiery treant's domain, or a lonely appraiser's shop. The cabin, located far from civilization, was a checkpoint of sorts; it was the perfect place to rest and recover your trail. The owner tried his best to be of help to lost wanderers. He knew the forest like the back of his hand and could point you in the direction of wher

Bee wasn't sure who this Abdullah fellow was, nor was she familiar with the sand shark referenced; however, if combat was her long term goal then this seemed like a good place to start. "She must like you," Bee smiled, not sure what to say. The shadow that engulfed her shoulders was soothing. It almost felt like the temperature had become normal, like she wasn't smack dab in the heart of a desert city. Freyd's invitation was a kind gesture. She would never have had the courage to take on a creature like Terra Firma alone. Not that it was a bad thing—it would kill her in a heartbeat.

Slow down, ya damn mongoose, came Bee's inner voice. They rounded a corner, past a museum and what might have been a pawn shop. She had almost run straight into the dark-haired man on the other side, stopping just in time. Another player joined them as well. She hadn't noticed the guy following her—or maybe he was chasing the familiar as well. The mongoose seemed to have taken a liking to Bee, for some reason or another. The shadowy form wrapped around her leg, coiling like a much cuter version of a snake. "I'm Bee," she introduced herself without looking up from the strange familiar

Her usual attire, consisting almost entirely of dark fabrics, proved to be a mistake. It was made for mild temperatures—nothing too cold and nothing too hot. She did not have an alternative for desert climates so instead, she suffered. Her skirt made it somewhat bearable. She welcomed what little breeze there was and grew miserable every time it passed. No price would have been too much for an ice cream cone from a specialty street cart or a cold plunge in the ocean. Unfortunately, the only ocean around was made of sand and ice cream on one of Aincrad's hottest floors seemed like an unlikely f

ph for misc. face claim: usagi tsukino (sailor moon)

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━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ BARNES, annie ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ USER ID AGE SEX LOCATION HEIGHT WEIGHT DATE OF BIRTH BEE TWENTY-FIVE <- CURRENT FEMALE ARKANSAS, USA 171cm 59kg JUNE 3 [♬] ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ from the dark of the maze came an ear-splittin