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130 Red Fever (6) Red Fever effects temporarily nullified -25 HP from the battlefield ( 130 > 105 ) -25 HP from being vulnerable ( 105 > 80 ) -25 HP from exceed ( 80 > 55 ) "Do ya tink he might be having a deadt wish?" Triss's body leans toward @Hayate as they both watch @Zelrius leading the...

130 Unaffiliated Red Fever (5) Red Fever effects temporarily nullified +40 HP from natural recovery +10 HP from Serenity Mist @Hayate's appearance startles her enough that she looks away for a moment, less than that, and in the time it takes for her to look back, Lucia is gone. An ugly sneer...

"Hayate! Mio!" It had taken Trissayne much longer than she would have liked to admit to find a way out into the Tangleweaves. Because it wasn't densely populated, there weren't many (read: any) carriages going out that way. Yet, she managed to find some other players who were heading out that...

What does it take for a person to realize that they aren't as smart as they originally thought they were? The solution to a puzzle that could literally save or kill a large group of individuals. It was a weight that Trissayne never wanted hanging on her shoulders again. But she wanted to be part...

130 Red Fever (4) // Saddness - 30 HP from rolled emotion (93 > 63) Vulnerable Triss looked at @Creature as if he had the answer to every problem that was currently staring them in the face. How did they log out? What the fuck was this Red Fever shit? Were they going to die? They pass like...

No! No, no, no. Creature, we can't--Dis is bad. If we be getting too hurt, it's da end. I can't--I ain't be knowing how--dis fucking red fever shit is causing all dis! @Creature

YEs! I be hitting da same button! Log Out, Log Out, Log Out but noting be working! It not--Dere's no beep! I'm not--Creature, we be stuck here?! @Creature

130 Red Fever (3) // Disgust Fear - 30 HP from forced emotion "Fun?" she finds herself questioning as she turns and tilts her head back, looking up at @Creature with a frown and a squint. "In da middle of nowhere, hot and sweaty, and wit dis...dis...ting making everyting even worse! No! Am...

The bandits fall one by one as the party outsmarts and out damages them. When there is only a single one remaining, eyes wide, sweat beading across his brow, Triss feels a surge of victory that she never has before. There were moments in her life when she won or when something positive happened...

...Was it really better? Triss could not say. She did know, from experience, that most quests had her out and about in the world, dealing damage to things in order to complete whatever she needed to do. So, perhaps, maybe specializing wasn't the way to continue to progress. The thought flutters...

130 Red Fever (2) / Disgust Her upper lip curls back as her gaze settles on the...half-pint strutting around shouting at people. Because that was sure to inspire confidence and get the others to work harder. It takes a measure of control not to roll her eyes and when she turns to dart through...

130 +3 HP from Recover (120 > 123) MIT Member (unranked) Red Fever (1) Trissayne knows she's being rude. She should stop staring, or at least have the decency to look elsewhere from time to time; out the window, at the others in the wagon, maybe even down at her fingernails just for sake of...

130 Unaffiliated -10 HP from Maintaining She waits until @Hayate is once more inside the wagon and sitting comfortably before she swipes at the charm hanging off his belt. "Ya don't just be taking dese from any-old-body dat be giving dem out! All da bad juju ya gonna be getting from touching...

130 Unaffiliated She should've been watching where she was going. If only she hadn't been so preoccupied with the massive spectral Saint Bernard trailing after her with a little wagon attached to it, maybe she wouldn't have ran into...well, she didn't know who she ran into. Either way, it...

It feels like a balloon pops. And with it so too does Trissayne's chest fall in a rushed exhale. A timid smirk taints her lips and her chuckle is strained as if she might have forgotten what it meant to find humor in the world around her. She cuts it off quickly, disliking the scratchy quality...

Trissayne Lavelle sat back in her chair in the same moment that Hayate did and sighed. Her eyes, attentive glittering jewels that had tracked every one of his expressions, dropped to her lap. Her hands too withdrew from the table and intertwined atop her thighs. Video games had never been...

...She couldn't answer that. What made a person a person? Intelligence, right? It separated humans from animals, it allowed people to logically come to the conclusion of things instead of being hoodwinked by emotion. But those who couldn't come to the same logical conclusions were still people...

Triss leans back as the empty plates are taken away and more food is brought to their table. Their waitress hesitates, looking from Triss's mug to her face and back again. And Triss, not understanding, glances from her to the mug and back again as well. And then it dawns on her. "Oh! No tanks...

Let it be known that she's never been a fan of ale. She enjoyed wine more and, when she really wanted to let loose, Long Island Ice Tea. So while Hayate slammed through as many mugs of ale as he could, thus his current state at their shared table, Triss had sipped and frowned and sipped some...

It wasn't cute. It wasn't cute! It was...amusing. And because she found it funny, she clicks her tongue and chuckles as he lays his head on the table. Impulsively, she reaches out a hand to gently ruffle his hair, and, once again, she is amazed by the texture sliding through her fingers. "Day...