Abellio

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Abellio wasn’t sure what they were waiting around for, but the heat was starting to get to him. He wondered why Oscar wasn’t just killing the thing. Abellio remembered that he had mentioned trying to get an Extra Skill and failing repeatedly. Sure they had met the requirement by now. But the he saw Terra Firm begin to turn red. Veins bulged with power, black eyes turned crimson. And he realized that this was what they had been waiting for. The creature shot off like an arrow towards Oscar, kicking up dust in its wake. Before Abellio could even process what was happening, it had sank its j

"Dude that was insane," Abellio said. Oscar never failed to amaze him. He just had a mind for combat. Though, that was to be expected given the man was Level Fucktillion and had several raids under his belt. Those Frontliners were clearly made of nails if Oscar was any measure. Abellio had to wonder where Oscar placed amongst them. "Are all the Frontliners as good as you?" Oscar shook his head. "Most are better, actually. I'm firmly middle-of-the-pack." Abellio tilted his head to look up at the man, an expression of pure incredulity on his face. No way Oscar was just avera

Abellio watched as Lydia fell into Terra Firma's trap. He was about rush in when he felt a burst of wind to his right. He looked over and saw that Oscar was gone. Turning his attention back to Lysette, he saw that in the time it took him to even process what had happened, Oscar had rushed to her aid. There was never a more clear difference in their skills than that very moment. Not only had he recognized the problem, but he'd thrown himself into the fire before Abellio could even twitch. The man's arm had looped around Lysette's waist, just as Abellio did. With insane speed, he snatched her ou

Abellio had crossed over to stand closer to Oscar. It was a bit boring being in the outfield. And boredom would lead to errors. He knew himself well enough to know that if all he had to do was stand there and twiddle his thumbs, he would find a way to fuck it all up. Standing next to his friend, Abellio ducked as Terra Firma got away from Lysette just long enough to take a chomp out of Oscar. Despite the ring of teeth marks in his chest, all Oscar did was bring his knee up to the creature's jaw and send it somersaulting backwards toward Lysette. "So uh... What's up with that, you think?"

He just watched. Lydia was embarrassing the thing. The way she moved, there was no wasted motion. She dodged as easily as she attacked. She wasn't doing any real damage, but that didn't matter. She was going through the motions and fucking killing them. Abellio and Oscar exchanged glances, clearly neither of them had expected this particular development. Abellio's lips parted to say something, but he thought better of it. A rare display of restraint, that. He merely shoved his hands into his pockets and watched Lysette work. It felt uncomfortable, being the calm one. But it was just like Oscar

Abellio could only watch on in shock as Lysette threw herself at the boss. When she came screaming out of the sky like a missile and dropped onto the thing's head, Abellio couldn't believe it. Where did that come from? He'd never done anything nearly as cool before. "JESUS TAP-DANCING CHRIST LYSETTE! WHERE THE FUCK DID THAT COME FROM?" She swiveled her head toward him, her face a mixture of both pride and embarrassment. A faint smile graced her features, which Abellio thought was an upgrade over the tears earlier. Maybe she didn't notice the creature start to rally but he did. Takin

It was Abellio’s turn next. He stepped up to speak to Abdullah and accept the quest. “WE MUST SAVE MY FAMILY!” Oh. Abdullah launched into the same explanation. If she were being honest, it kind of killed the luster. The first time had been terrifying. The second was… less so. In fact, it made the first less terrifying. The same word-for-word explanation with zero deviation. It set her more at ease about the situation, oddly enough. Abellio couldn’t be bothered to pay attention, instead looking around at the scenery as Abdullah tried to be terrifying for the second time. Finally,

“Are you-” Abellio began to speak. Oscar held up his hand to silence him. Neither man made a move or a sound. They remained still, concerned eyes falling upon her. She hated that they saw this. But she couldn’t muster the wherewithal to do anything about it. Lydia recoiled in on herself, bringing her chin and knees to her chest. No one liked girls who cried. They were ugly. She was ugly. Just as she’d been during those exhausting late night rehearsals. Just as she’d been during the piercings. The tattoos. When those sleezy executives invited her to their private meetings.

Oscar gave a pleased chuckle. “I’m down to scrap, but there’s three things I’m not man enough to fight,” he said, beginning to count them off on his fingers. “Mother nature, badass women - generally, and street food vendors in their native country. I’m just gonna lose every single time.” He gave a light shrug. “I’m cool with second place.” Lydia tucked into her food, eating perhaps more quickly than manners dictated. But damn, she was hungry. And she hadn’t had anything nearly this good since she got here. She wasn’t eating nearly as fast as Abellio. The man was halfway through his b

“Oh fuck you!” Abellio had suddenly stiffened up. His tone was defensive with a small flash of anger appearing on his face. “You got women hanging all over you literally all the time.” Oscar shook his head, that smile never fading from his face. “Oh yeah, I hit ‘em with a ‘wanna do a quest’ and then drag them out to the least romantic place I can think of. Fuck off man. At least they know what they’re signing up for.” Oh. He was a player. She should have known. No man looked like that and didn’t use it to his advantage. Lysette suddenly found herself doubting the quality of company t

Lydia jumped at the question. She swiveled her head around, looking up at the man who had just suddenly appeared from nothing. Abellio. Or so the letters above his head spelled out. She met his gaze and immediately felt disarmed. They were bright orange, wide and welcoming. Her eyes moved down his body, over his open shirt and down his torso. She paused, admiring the inkwork that framed his lean midriff. The lie that she would tell herself if anyone called her out on her gaze lingering just a bit too long. She knew what he was about at a glance. But where others slithered their way

“I FOUND A HAMMER!” The red-haired male burst out of a pile of rain-drenched wood and metal, holding aloft a claw hammer as if he were King Arthur brandishing Excalibur. There was rustling off in the distance, shifting debris that moved to and fro. Eventually, with an explosion of rubble, Waldo’s hulking frame could be seen. He mirrored Abellio’s gesture, holding up a bucket of nails with a bright expression. He gave a muffled, joyful noise. “Nice! Good job Waldo!” Abellio grabbed the nails and took his hammer before rushing off towards The Black. There was a sense of urgency i

"YESSSSSSSS!!" Despite the rain and the soggy wood, the barricades Oscar set ignited easily. It was a chain reaction, each pile of wood igniting the next. Then the flames spread to the buildings. And before long, the entire surrounding environment was a burning hellscape. But more importantly, there was a deep-seated something that roared to life in Abellio's chest. Did he have a firebug hidden deep inside of him. It was far more gratifying than it should have been to watch the town burn. Abellio considered the halting of the enemy to be a happy side-effect. The flames were so beautiful.