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. There is comfort in knowing neither of their hearts is impervious to the seedlings of doubt that nestle themselves between the cracks. Misery loves company, and though she bears the same cross as he for their shared sin, hers weighs a bit more with the aching, the knowledge, that the stains...

. "Well, in that case..." Even after she has made him uncomfortable, prodded into his thoughts, and had them clash with her own, he would still share his meal with her. He would still offer glimpses of the story that turned a person from their world - a once real, living, breathing person -...

. In the wake of their battle against the Mother of Machines and her retinue of handcrafted soldiers, there was scarcely a moment where her attention wasn't pulled this way or another. Requests for aid flooded the headquarters of every faction, uncaring of who provided help so long as they...

. A fair compromise. What use was her duty as record keeper if all she ever amounted to was to collecting faces lost amidst the crowd, names lost to obscurity, lost to the shadow cast by the deeds crafted by their very own capable hands. Even in their own world, there but remained a...

. "Ah," though it didn't quite show on her face, she felt caught. Gratitude seeped through the cracks as she recognized the gesture to be a kindness in the disguise of a passing comment, one deliberately made to assuage what concerns yet remained tucked out of sight. In the quiet that ensued...

. Are you in a comfortable position? The tale we weave may be a lengthy one yet, or it could very well be short and sweet. Tales are not to be judged for their length, but their very contents. Sit, or lay down now, and listen closely now... A story of two Seekers. Yes, yes, how...

. Steady hands caught the pile before the situation could worsen beyond her awkward predicament, shoulders dropping as a sigh of relief tumbled from the elf's lips. His first question gave her reason to pause, briefly considering each and every single one of the group's meetings under... Less...

160 Affiliation: Independent Contractor. No longer was she able to conduct her usual business outside of Astorea's borders. Were it up to the Storyteller, she would search high and low for those willing to enjoy a spirited conversation over tea or some other drink of choice, talking the...

Status: Co-Hosting a Panel with @Luthien. Getting ready for the public! Once upon a time, a strange friendship had blossomed from a chance encounter within a death game people were, for the most part, warned against playing. The two girls encountered one another with a growing frequency, thrown...

. A mistake in calculation. Were it not for the accident which had caused the barriers between his consciousness and those memories to form, perhaps it would be easier to convince him to allow her the slightest glimpse. Why, even as she considered her past experimentation with the ability, she...

. "You got another one." "Another?" Days passed in an incoherent blur ever since the Mother of Machines' defeat. Days blended in together with one another, work never scarce as a multitude of requests for aid piled up from the different factions, calling for whoever was left to lend a...

A few points to mention but here we go! Rael is heavily invested into the results research on Szofrit may yield in regards to Dissonance and her previous Directive as told by Trinity, so if it is possible at all, she would like to be one of the volunteers to supply the Golden Egg with energy in...

. "Housekeeping~!" Rael echoed Luthien's announcement of their entry down to the singsong intonation of it, though lacking the blonde's natural enthusiasm as the storyteller gave a more muted, monotone version of it. The stark contrast between their disposition would've been enough to spark a...

. It occurred to her, albeit too late, that to announce her intentions within the game without so much as a drop of concern weighing upon her voice, might be a little insensitive to present company. Here she was, admitting to the fact that she didn't know why someone would die over this...

160 HP Unchanged (Impervious to Time Displacement) ▪ Location: 5 [Restored Timeline] ▪ Not... Alone. Not anymore. ▪ Normal Szofrit ceased her advance. Her machines and weapons ceased their attacks. Bright-red hues pointed at the head of every soldier on the battlefield, poised to strike...

Time, and time again, Rael had asked for her comrades-in-arms' faith that there should be a golden path ahead, a brighter future. And for what? She hadn't stopped to think of the consequences, of the sheer pressure of it all. That, perhaps, not all of them were possessed of the ability to...

@Zelrius's help was met with the Summoner's disbelief, her name having left his lips in a barely audible shout moments before he was next to her, helping her stay on her feet. Weak as she was, even should she have tried to pose any semblance of resistance, it probably would've been futile...

Rael's knees buckled underneath the pressure, her thoughts overcome by the incessant movement of the clock's hands as they ticked backwards, the moment of everyone's death suddenly averted. The elf grasped at either side of her head as she struggled to regain her composure, breathing in and out...

160 -47HP (Memory Bleed) +35HP (Mitigation waiting on the wings) ▪ Location: 5 [Displaced Timeline] ▪ Alone ▪ Normal In their final moments, none were left to fend for themselves. Warcries, rousing speeches, the shouting of orders from those who knew better, or thought they did. Everyone...

160 -10HP (GSL) -25HP (Memory Bleed) +108HP (Kamala's Heal + Overheal) +15HP (Aegis' Mitigation) +20HP (Cadmean's Mitigation) ▪ Location: 5 ▪ Protected by Asher ▪ Vulnerable from Multi Attack ▪ Normal The fleeting magic which until seconds ago had held her aloft slowly landed her next...