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Imoogi glanced backwards, red eyes widening in disbelief. "So you aren't from the Adventurer's Guild? Don't tell me you're just... wandering around here." She gestured broadly, and it was hard to tell if she was doing it towards the wheat fields or the entire area. "There's nothing here but...

Imoogi froze a moment, then turned towards Kyra with a deadpan expression. Who was this... small purple fox-girl, and why was she chatting up random strangers? Hopefully the guild hadn't decided to assign her a party member again. Didn't they know she could handle herself? "I'm looking for...

Though often mistaken for a form of mimic, the grass crab, locally known as "Wandering Wheat", is actually a form of terrestrial crustacean typically found in grasslands. They carefully cultivate a crop of native grasses on their shell, allowing them to blend in with their environment. In...

Imoogi's eyes widened as Ludmilla attempted to describe the scale of the Kurungaar Mother. There were stories, of course, and there was a place not far north where one could apparently see the crater where it had once been, but... "I still can't believe I missed it! That sounds way more...

Imoogi watched as her potion did its work with the excitement. She'd been working on making a gas for ages, and until now it had only resulted in glass shards and spattered liquid eating holes in whatever she'd thrown it at.... Ludmilla didn't need to know that, of course. As she recovered...

Imoogi jumped as the tank crashed against the ground, nearly dropping her vial of collected substance in the process. God, could you be a little- oh. Bugs skittered across the floor, leaving trails of fumes in their wake. They were too small for knives, and she didn't want to get too close...

Imoogi laughed. At some point the "flirtations" had ceased to bother her - it seemed like Ginevra wasn't going to push it beyond that. It wasn't like she was her parents or anything. Who knows! It's the sort of game where anything could happen, after all. She stored a few bits of the bear in...

Time for Imoogi to reach for the stars. Combat Demonstration (Copper to Silver) +5 from D Rank Weapon.

Imoogi wouldn't say her specialty was explosives, but after helping Steph make the flare, she still had extra materials. Besides, practicing explosives could be useful. Who knew what she could do if she mixed venom into a bomb. (Not that she would mix venom into these bombs. Not with everyone...

They were supposed to "take turns" on basseal, sure. Imoogi had either not gotten the memo, or she knew and was hogging the pseudo-fish anyway. She spurred the fish downwards, holding her breath as long as she could to dig through the reef, and managed to snag a fish before she surfaced. And...

Giant squid! Nice! Imoogi had no compunctions about fighting dirty. Besides, it only made sense to give those guys the same amount of trouble the kraken was giving them, right? Still near the pirate's ship, she ripped a potion of irritating liquid from her belt and chucked it at the kraken...

The basseal were being friendly... very friendly. And the fact they didn't seem to understand their own strength meant that Imoogi was struggling to stay on her feet. Could you all calm down or something? I don't have any more fish. They didn't seem to care, though, sniffing through her...

Imoogi wasn't having much luck with the whole "fish catching" thing. They didn't care for her laced bait, and her attempt to dump a paralytic poison into the water had been stopped by some other rando on the boat. Something about "environmental impacts". What a drag. Chased away from the...

Imoogi nodded, relieved that at least someone agreed that the bluecoat had been stupid. There'd been more than one person out there that seemed to think that this game was something dangerous. It had been enough to make her wonder if they had a point... Now she could be confident in ignoring...

Imoogi glanced between the two faerin. Apparently neither of them had managed to avoid getting a suit shoved on them. Just didn't have the force of will to oppose them, she decided. She peered at Hanno's odd shield with it's little monogoggle. That was... weird. Maybe she could get him to let...

It was ridiculous how strictly this area seems to stick to the mushroom aesthetic - from mushroom monsters, to mushroom forests, and even this mushroom house rising above the center of the camp. Apparently it had been the location of some kind of science project, the sort of thing she would have...

Imoogi watched, enraptured by Ginevra's speech. Perhaps not by her, of course, but she couldn't help but admire someone so dedicated to the ideals of freedom. It was, after all, why she started playing this game, rumors of dangers be damned. Fuck yeah. Games are meant to be fun. So many people...

She relaxed as Ginevra waved off her approach. It wasn't as if she hadn't been asked out before, but it never got easier to refuse it. As if she would be allowed to go on a date with someone she chose... I think my parents would kill me if I even thought about bear meat around them. Not like...

As Imoogi wandered through the mess that was Camp Nisus, she couldn't suppress the growing annoyance that she'd managed to miss what had been an amazingly dramatic battle to the death. Just hearing stories about it wasn't enough to satisfy her. In the end, the only option she had was to go to...

Imoogi paused, the meat sizzling away on the stick, as Ginevra... flirted with her? She blinked at her with a confused expression and an embarrassed blush. Oh, um... Sorry, but I'm not... interested in women. She pulled the meat away from the fire. It was charred on the outside, which...