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“You’re free to attempt that, Corsair,” Cain replied. There was that greed again. Manageable still, but to bloom like a flower in quicksand, enticing others to approach and to drown. She remained bright though, and more importantly, realistic. “So long as your hands are swift enough to store it...

145 Unaffiliated Red Fever (5) Anger + Sadness -45 HP from Red Fever -20 HP from Flying Insects +15 HP from Recover Helpless, again. Four years. Worthless. All this time. Worthless. Magic, might. Vim, vigor. Worthless. Worthless. Helpless. Hopeless. Against what was just a swarm of bugs! He...

Chelsea, run. AND CAN SOMEONE GET @Sol OUT OF HERE!

WHISTLES! LET'S FUCK THEM UP!!!

145 Unaffiliated Red Fever (4) - Sadness The hack and slash, the blast and buff. Seigi enraged, Gideon elated, and Cain himself, happy enough just to be with someone he loved. Onwards they advanced, insects scrambled away at their peerless onslaught! But then, they heard it. Even within...

Brilliant to the end, Celestine’s illusions and form offered a different sort of appeal that Cain did, perhaps fitting even better to the song than he could himself. To that, as well as to the others who had put up with his antics, what could he do but take their hands and take a bow, the...

170 -20 HP from Retaliation (Protected!) Regan’s savagery did not surprise at all, but there was delight too in consistency and predictability, the Beastkin swordswoman rising with a blade craft of her own blood. She ran the riot within the air, an aerial artisan whose craft was bloodshed, and...

3 And so they interlocked, Gwyn’s arms seizing over his own, grasping behind his back, squeezing tighter and tighter. A deathly embrace, crushing with finality that made gravity gossamer. Even bearing the concentrated curse drawn from this death-laden environment, even with her body wrecked by...

145 Unaffiliated Red Fever (3) - JOY! “YES!” And his heart leapt to his throat, the gloom clinging to him disappearing in the very next step he took. Four years alone in a purgatory filled with real monsters, and she could still smile so bright that the rising sun would be put to shame. It...

3 She fought like the beasts she left, embodying primal fury and honed instincts. He could see it in the flex of her muscles, the tightening of her sinew, the unblinking gaze and the untarnished focus. A ferocious speed that matched his own manic techniques, surpassing the speed of sound to...

145 Unaffiliated Red Fever (2) - Sadness He whistled. He whistled. He whistled. But he really couldn’t get it into himself to whistle at his full might. He wasn’t, after all, an Explorer. Couldn’t call himself an MIT either. Adventuring felt exhausting and tedious. And his pride was a...

3 ‘Is this a dream?’ Mud splattered, earthen stains blackening his attire, but Gwyn had it worse. In the torrent, the two were but silhouettes, baring fangs and crossing fists. And with naught but shadows to guide his outburst, what could he do but pursue still, trusting his body, his magic, to...

There was, perhaps, a time where the three ladies would be able to introduce themselves to each other. To face the confused crowds, kick their opinions to the curb, and forge a bond from burning the stage with their vibrant, anachronistic performances. Celestine’s lyrics, garbled up as they...

3 Dance? Of course. But this wasn’t the eloquence of the Cain who wove dreams through interpretation, the Cain who found his performance within the videos of fine arts and finer artists pirated and redistributed over the interwebs. His heart thrummed like drums, a manic, throbbing tempo. His...

3 She couldn’t sleep. Of course she couldn’t. … Cain blinked. It wasn’t his shift yet, not in Terrasphere, but her room was closing in too far, and his dreams were too real to be enjoyed. He didn’t want to gamble on lucidity, not when even a happy dream would hurt. Oblivion was distant in...

Fight me. (@Gwyn ap Herne)

“Applesun, tragically, was a village.” He would know. You didn’t have that sort of atmosphere from a township or a city, places that would actually have a need for a flag or a crest to connect a disparate community. It had been a cozy place, a place whose name had meaning enough in it, and...

Bodies broken by gravity, but bones sliced open with precision that even some swordsmen would find difficult to replicate. Cain lingered himself at the sight of the corpses, but Fiora was more or less correct. Without a strong grasp on the weather systems, it was hard to tell how long it had...

“Only one.” His hand rested on his heart. Years ago, he could rip it out and offer it to the stars, but now? Two lives were left before her life became substituted. Yet here he was still, willing to go dive into the deep. For what? Corsair, it appeared, didn’t need any of his warnings though...

145 Presently Unaffiliated Red Fever: 1 “Seigi Ling Ling, that includes you! Stay on that fucking wagon!” His head snapped back, eyes widening, then turning away. As if scorched by the setting sun. “Fuck.” The battle ended, then and there, and Cain logged off. … She hurled her breakfast...