Acanthus

The words bolstered Hirru’s urging to press the attack, and Acanthus allowed herself to be swept up in the savage language. “Rip and tear!” she yelled. It was something she had heard her brother say once—probably a gamer battle cry of some sort. She leapt out of the muck, looking to score another critical hit. With Hirru’s bonus, she dealt another powerful blow to the boss, but she failed to find a weak point. What she did find, however, was an advantageous position on the far side of the bear, flanking it. With an uncharacteristic recklessness, she glossed over the fact that she was separated

Acanthus knelt for a long time, pondering the lightness of the candle. Her mind wandered back to her parents, as the prompt commanded. To say her parents guided was… a kind way to think about it. They had loved in their own ways, but they seemed to adopt opposite, equally ineffective approaches to her childhood. Thoughts of her father barking at her like a drill sergeant invaded her mind. Her mother's quiet acceptance. Regardless of how she felt, it would be rude to not offer them both a blessing. “To our parents who guide our journey, we grant of you this blessing.” She

“This invitation… It’s very beautiful. You really didn’t have to.” Acanthus turned the white envelope over in her hand. And the calligraphy appeared to be actually hand-drawn, rather than one of Cardinal’s fonts. (Sometimes Acanthus was too serious for her own good. This was one of those moments.) “A pet is one thing, but I would be terrified if someone brought home a child for me to care for without telling me first. You know your fiancé best, but perhaps a small conversation about it first would be a good start to your marriage.” “I believe I’ve seen a man in red around, but I d

Nearly a week passed before Acanthus gathered up the strength to return to the event. She walked stiffly down the main street, toward Dayanita. Everyone else here is wearing the same clothes as you. It’s just your stupid brain telling you stupid things. She passed by the pallankuli tables. She’d already put in enough work on those. It was time to let other people have fun and enjoy themselves. And she brushed past Hiten without so much as a second glance. Her Aarti probably hadn’t been good enough to merit any further submissions. Dayanita greeted her neutrally. “Traveler, would you

The navel-gazing philosophy evaporated from Acanthus’ mind as soon as she saw NIGHT getting whisked away in the monster’s jaws. “Hang on!” She shouted desperately. Wading through the muck as fast as she could, she lamented her disciplined safety. She should have brought Ajisai instead of botan; that way, she would have a chance to wrest NIGHT from Callisto. Instead, she was limited to her routine damage. Some of the murky water sank into her left boot, and a cold shiver traveled from her heel to the top of her spine. It’s not real, she whispered to herself. But NIGHT is. Acanthus lun

Acanthus paused, confused by the invitation to share more. Hadn’t she already overshared? About real life no less. She didn’t get the impression he was laughing at her expense, but she hadn’t ruled out the questions as social obligations. She resolved to be much more composed this time. “Yes, relatively new. I doubt I’ll be ready for the next floor boss, but I intend to support the frontliners however I can, even if it’s just having some performance crystals ready for them.” She dug her feet into the wet sand, doing her best to bury them before the next wave came in. A sharp pain exp

Press, delay, move forward. Press, delay… Acanthus brought her sword back up, wary of Callisto’s wrath. Team 1 had narrowly avoided his attacks last round, but not everyone could say the same. In the distance, Team 4 scattered as Callisto shattered their formation. She fought the urge to run to them, to ask if she could help. That sort of thoughtless thoughtfulness would end up getting both teams killed. Acanthus accepted that she would likely die here, but she had a harder time accepting that others had done the same. Firming up her stance, Acanthus was thrown off by the incorporeal

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This was a bad idea. Acanthus returned with another set of crafts. The beautiful saree she wore seemed much less beautiful with her in it. She felt clumsy as she stepped on the hem of the garment time and time again. And people kept staring. Everywhere she looked, people were staring at her, only to quickly glance away. I’m wearing it wrong. I must be wearing the stupid thing wrong. And everyone here is too nice to say something. She met with Hiten one last time. “As much as I’ve enjoyed making all of these songs, I don’t know that I have many more of these in me. I’m spending a lot of ma

Acanthus took a different path to Hiten today. She wasn’t sure what had sparked the deviation, but to Acanthus, it felt nearly criminal. She’d already measured out the shortest path; doing anything else cost her time in the game. By her count, it was about 47 seconds longer. And the time was about to stretch even further. One of the festival NPCs approached her from a purple marquee, drawing Acanthus to her with a gentle, enamoring voice. "Hello. How might I be of service today?" “Nothing, thank you.” Despite her rush, she felt compelled to stay and chat just a little longer. She did

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The Pallankuli tables called to Acanthus. She hopped over like a curious bird to see what had been done since the last time she’d been here. Crestfallen, she observed the stones in mostly the same places as before. Were other people not taking these games seriously? She reached for another large pile of stones. She’d prefer that every pocket have the exact same number of stones, but she knew that wasn’t the way the game was played. Some irrational part of her just liked the way everything looked so even on the board. The tables began to crowd around her, she began to feel a little crowded

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The younger boy seemed content to dig on his own for now. “Let me know if you change your mind.” And so she continued her orderly line across the surf. There was a foot where her next hole was supposed to go. As if awakening from a dream, Acanthus exited her self-made subroutine and examined the person to whom the foot belonged. A melancholy man with a mop of ginger hair nursed a bottle, staring contemplatively out at the sea. He seemed like he was deep in thought—it would probably be best to work around him. With a slight circular arc, she continued her line of holes behind the brooding

Fighting grew fierce in the fetid mire. Each team held their own, but it was clear even this early that a prolonged fight would spell disaster. The players fought not only the boss, but the terrain as well: deep, sucking mudholes underneath the stinking water made charging and attacking the bear difficult. But Callisto was right at home. He roared, charging the second and third teams. Rearing up on its hind paws, he let out another howl, unlike the rest. It reverberated through the arena with a force so grating that Acanthus nearly dropped her weapon to cover her ears. Her hand moves auto

Another day of crafts. Acanthus enjoyed the growing routine; she might even miss it over time. Ronbaru’s trappings changed slightly from day to day, ribbons and lights slowly changing color. A young lady in light robes introduced herself as Dayanita. “I manage the lights of the festival, making sure they are ready to be replaced by others once they are extinguished. Would you be willing to help out? It would prove an excellent way to reflect on your journey leading up to this moment.” Oh, a quest designed for self-reflection. “No thanks.” Acanthus moved on. Emerging from Hiten’s

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Acanthus found herself drawn back to the lights and wonder of Ronbaru. The little game she’d played the other day interested her in particular—Pallankuli, was it? She dropped by the tables again to look over the board and make a move. Some of the kuli were starting to pile up, which irked Acanthus for some indescribable reason. She chose the largest pile on the board and spread it across the other kuli. She was reminded of dropping seeds in a garden. Having partaken in her scheduled fun for the day, she moved back towards Hiten and his gathering pile of crafts. She nodded to a familiar pl

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A player, vaguely familiar in her mind, arrived and greeted her. She recalled him from the raid meeting, as well as the beach party. He’d remembered her name, but Acanthus was embarrassed to find she could not remember his. If she could just hold out until someone else recognized him and said hello… “That’s correct—my name it Acanthus. We haven’t had much time to talk yet, although I have seen you a few times. I think I recognize you from somewhere else as well… Did you happen to meet a girl named Tiye on the first floor? About my height, blond hair, green eyes." She managed her w

Surround Sound: TWO soundtracks for Acanthus, baby Round 1: Some Old Evals Name: Edict's Threnody Profession: Performer Rank: 5 Roll ID: 232324 Roll Result: CD: 12 LD: 14 Item Type: Debuff Song Tier: Tierless Quality: Perfect (Masterpiece) Enhancement: Perpetuate (Instant) Post Link:

Link to quest Part of Acanthus felt guilty for even being here. These kinds of quests weren't exactly an efficient use of time. She'd given up two and a half crafting sessions and a morning jog to make time for this; what's more, other quests offered twice the rewards in half the time. But the festivities were so bright and colorful. She admired the dancers as they spun through the streets, and watched with reverence as players lit diya with silent, thoughtful prayers. There was EXP, and then there were experiences. She had to remind herself to seek out both. Besides, she deserved a

The streets of Ronbaru looked like streaks of stars set in the sky. Acanthus walked slowly, taking in the sights and sounds. She’d never seen anything like it. The city was electric with singing, and dancing, and other activities put on by the myriad of citizens. She strolled through the streets with an armful of special recording crystals. A man by the name of Hiten had put out the call for crafts made in the name of the festival, and Acanthus thought she would oblige. It probably would give her some good experience. Sure, the crafts allowed her to experiment with a compositional genre o

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