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130 Red Fever (2 - Emotion: Anger) Unaffiliated Logging back in sporadically whenever she could, Ludmilla spent her time post-mushroom ambush blending in among the ranks of the expedition and trying to not draw any gazes her way. She had been keeping an eye on her status bar ever since they...

130 Unaffiliated -10 from Maintenance When the time came, Ludmilla quietly allowed herself to be led onto one of the wagons towards the heart of the convoy. She spent the next five days mostly logged out to attend to her university workload, but when she was logged in, she usually spent her...

130 Unaffiliated All things considered, Ludmilla was a bit late to the party. By the time she showed up at the Embertorch, expecting something of a relatively small congregation, the initially bustling crowd was now the size of a small army. Musing darkly on the nature of this recruitment...

Silently thankful for the fact that Nyancy was such a talkative guide, Ludmilla much preferred things this way for now, the spotlight of conversation concentrated upon someone other than herself; she could instead pick and choose when to contribute, to hone her skills in conversing. Nobody...

Ludmilla would poke her tongue out with a playful 'eh?' when accused of buttering Nyancy up, once again more for the practice of the act than the spirit of it. So it was obvious to a veteran when she did things that way, hmm. She would need to either sharpen her social mores or play to her...

Still not sure how she had managed to blurt out all that information, let alone know it in the first place, Ludmilla shrugs in dismissal of that unanswered question for now. She could devote more time to investigating that alone, when she was less exposed to the elements and darkness. Harlow's...

Ludmilla could sure feel her own blood. Something about her body now felt a little different after her brush with entering 'combat assist' mode, like the way that a new knife loses its clean metal scent after making its cut. In fact, it was as though her whole body was pulsing warmly with some...

All the better that Ludmilla hadn't done anything hasty; the automaton proved itself - actually, no, that would be rude. Harlow had proved himself to be averse to combat, simply gesturing for her to stand down. At least that was settled, and hopefully wouldn't need to be settled again. It...

Strange. It was as if Ludmilla's fingers really were touching the face of the obelisk, tracing the face of the unyielding rock inch by inch. Then again, wasn't a key draw of this game its illegal ability to provide an utterly faithful emulation of sensory input? It was incredible, Brie felt...

Brie had been on edge ever since they made up their mind to try Terrasphere out. Technically, what they were doing was illegal and possibly lethal, but tobacco products were very much the same and they just got a taxation slap on the wrist, so this wasn't so bad was it? It's like...chugging a...

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For all intents and purposes, Ludmilla appears at first glance to be a happy-go-lucky young girl who specialises in Beast Arts and Astramancy to predict enemy actions and protect her friends, though something is always a little off about the way in which she works her magic. Her eyes seem...

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