Abellio

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Abellio was surprised to get that message, to say the least. He always thought that Oscar was rather comfortable just being a “consultant with perks” for the Tracker’s Alliance. He had even gone out of his way to throw an entire party for his Guild. So when the man messaged him about the formation of a new group, Abellio was faced with a decision. Remain in Trackers or follow his mentor into Hell. Obviously it was an easy decision. Abellio owed him so much. No. Oscar had been rather insistent that Abellio didn’t owe him anything. But that still didn’t erase the feeling that he did. B

Lysette was... Frightening. Terrifying. And absolutely fucking hot. Watching her take the man to task was an experience that immediately took its place as one of the greatest pleasures of his life. It was made all the sweeter knowing that her temper flared almost entirely out of hunger. It was a strange feeling, to be wanted like that. To the point where the delicate flower would bare her thorns. Abellio couldn't blame her for it. He was of the same mind. But she could take solace in the knowledge that there was little that could possibly happen that would "fuck this up for her." As

So worth it. The way Lysette’s eyes lit up when she dashed up to him and that brilliant smile on her face justified everything. Goofy cape be damned, it just made him happy to see her happy. And he felt grateful that she took the time out of everything just to say hi. Abellio still didn’t know what she saw in him, but holding her there tight in his arms just felt right. It left no room for second-guessing or doubt. Neither did her kiss, soft and sweet and simply delightful. Abellio would not be ashamed to admit that it stole his breath. Head devoid of thought, senses numbed. For a brief m

Abellio wouldn't be caught dead in a suit. If he had a will, "do not bury me in a suit" would probably be in there somewhere. But that didn't mean that he couldn't clean himself up. At least to the point where he wasn't entirely out of place at Oscar's function. And on top of all of that, recent events made it so that he didn't exactly feel comfortable if he didn't stay ready. Run-ins with the oranges and almost becoming one himself made it particularly difficult to 'shields-down.' So he needed to find a compromise that balanced both - form and function. "Think this'll work?" Abellio aske

Abellio was locked all the way the fuck in. There was too much good food and drink for him to pass it up. And, frankly, he was stress eating. He'd been so damn nervous about making the grand reveal of their crowning crab jewel. He couldn't even think about eating. And now that the stressor had been removed, he was making up for lost time. As Warren and Reytac and Khione conversed, Abellio had stripped his plate clean and came back with another. He'd heard Warren's comment, but didn't remark. He was so focused on his task that he barely registered Lydia snaking her arms around his waist. He did

Ascalon withdrew his weapon from the woman's back. She collapsed backward, falling to the ground - frozen. His gaze shifted, away from Abellio and Lysette and down to the woman. Did he paralyze her or something? The man squatted down, resting his weapon against his shoulder. "I'm not gonna kill her, if that's what you're worried about. We just need to have a chat," Ascalon said, keeping his eyes trained on the woman. "About what?" Abellio's voice surprised him. It was a more hostile than he intended. Could he chalk it up to the adrenaline? "Don't worry about it," came Ascalon's

Okay. Okay Okay Okay. Warren was here, thank fuck. Abellio didn’t know exactly what that meant, but the way the man was talking, he couldn’t help but respect the confidence. Abellio rushed back into the chaos, watching as the Shamblers swarmed his friend. His knee jerk reaction was to help. He stopped, turning on his heels and reaching for a sword he didn’t actually have. Oh. Right. And it didn’t matter anyway. Abellio saw that first explosion. The wave of fire that washed over the Shamblers, killing several in a single hit. Abellio blinked. When had Warren learned to do th

"GERONIMO!" Abellio's voice rang out over the beach as he vaulted over the side of the airship railing and landed onto the sands with a thud. He had been a bit worried. Oscar trusted him with the crown jewel of this entire party. Abellio was a legendary fuck-up so he was concerned that he might not be able to place the giant crustacean just so. But his worries had been unfounded and despite never piloting an airship or operating a winch, he pulled it off. So his presence on deck was unneeded. Time to get down. As he small cloud of sand settled on his sandaled feet, he noticed a dude

Leeching Nightmare Such a nice moment. Abellio had been over the moon. His heart had been full to bursting, threatening to thunder out of his chest. A moment where two souls aligned, burning hot and on a collision course with one another. He still wasn’t sure. But he couldn’t get in his own way. Not with her. He would allow himself one indulgence. Force himself not to listen to the thoughts buzzing through his own head. Abellio would crash back down to earth the moment that dagger was thrown. All that heat evaporated. All the affection sapped away. Abellio, for his entire

Thread Summary Abellio | [Word Count: 3696/5 = 739.2] * [True Tier: 3] * [Group Factor: 1] = 2218 + 1000 = 3218 EXP, 1000 Col, 1 Mon, 1 token Lysette | [Word Count: 3696/5 = 739.2] * [True Tier: 3] * [Group Factor: 1] = 2218 + 1000 = 3218 EXP, 1000 Col, 1 Mon, 1 token

Abellio's focus had quickly devolved from logistics to simply doing whatever he could to keep the Shamblers at bay. Which would have been far easier if he had a weapon. He'd taken to just beating down the closest thing to him, but for every Shambler he ran the ones with, another two took its place. And it was a numbers game. And in sheer volume of bodies and levels, they had Abellio beat. It was as if the music had attracted them all here. And it had. The denizens of the floor heard STY/L's music, seemingly to every corner. Every corner. Every denizen. Even those who should be l

"I FOUND A HAMMER!" Abellio held his prize up over his head as he was hunched over a toolbox. The airship had not made it through the Teleport Platform completely unscathed. The winches that were necessary for pulling the crab out of the pot were not in working order. So Abellio had been tinkering with them since they'd moved the ship here. "You don't need a hammer," Lysette said as she adjusted her grip on a bucket of nuts and bolts. "Maybe if I hit it just right..." Abellio twisted his wrist, flourishing the hammer over his head. It slipped from his grip and smacked him right