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    1. Rekaigan 9 yrs ago

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3 yrs ago
Current I don't trust stairs. They're always up to something.
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7 yrs ago
William Shakespeare in past tense would be "Wouldiwas Shookspeared"
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7 yrs ago
Have you heard about the Italian cook with an incurable disease? He pastaway.
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7 yrs ago
Trains don't drink.. They chug.
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7 yrs ago
Something about subtraction just doesn't add up.
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A smile better suits a hero.

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A WIP
@Suku
How will combat play out in this RP? I assume Elder Tale is one of those MMOs that just has constant attacking and not much blocking (Unless you're a tank). Kind of like FF14's combat style.
Sorry about the lateness on my CS, I'm being absorbed into FFXIV Expansion! I'll definitely have it up by tomorrow.
<snip> Ayyy, it has been a while hasn't it? Thinking of doing a guardian/crusader thing.


Tank buddies? I'm thinking of making a Samurai.
Is there still space in this RP? c:
@Zelosse

As she traveled through the cavern, she heard a deafening blast. She doubled her pace, noticing the sickly green flames that licked at the tunnel walls.

Upon reaching Siph, she noticed his injuries, the dead rat ogre, the broken bell, and the mobile alter. She was only half surprised that the hulking man could take down an ogre by himself, but his injuries seemed fatal. Unfortunately, Fariha wasn't a healer of any sort, so she couldn't waste time trying to help him when it was futile... An idea suddenly sprung to mind as the elf silently approached the man from behind. The center ring on her hand glowed faintly as she touched Siph's back. A small amount of nature magic flowed from her hand into Siph's body, hoping to act like some sort of catalyst for his runic magic. The elf wasn't too skilled at magic, so it only had a chance of working.

She pulled away after a second, focusing on the rat shaman now, it's vile green magic swirling around it. A bad omen if anything. It seemed as though it hadn't noticed her presence yet as it focused on it's own magic. Fariha pulled back the string of her empty bow; this time she was going to put it down for good. Again, the center circle of her five-fold glowed, but this time it was stronger than before. She slowly stepped out from behind Siph as the bright white arrow came to full form. She braced herself as the tension in her bow caused her to shake. With a deep thrum, she unleashed the arrow. The blinding light arrow soared towards the rat shaman, aiming for it's chest, hopefully putting an end to it's sorry life.

After releasing the magic arrow, Fariha felt a sudden spell of dizziness wash over her. She struggled to stay on her feet, but she fell to one knee, panting in exhaustion. If that didn't work.. Well.. She didn't know what else she could do.
What a wonderful day it was. Azusa would've enjoyed the afternoon a lot more if she wasn't being tailed by an unknown hitman. Nevertheless, she decided to get out her guitar and busk on the street to kill some time. It looked a lot less suspicious than sitting in her car until she got a tip from someone. She looked upon the small crowd with a hint of cynicism. 'It must be nice being so carefree.' She thought. But of course, Japan was never the kind of place to be carefree no matter how much you tried to hide it. Money flowed into her guitar case as she masterfully strummed the chords of her acoustic, a wonderfully lively original song.

Of course, all of this was done without a busking license, not that she'd be around long enough for anyone to stop her. She abruptly stopped playing as her phone began to buzz in her pocket. "Sorry, I need to take this~" She stated in a rather cutesy voice. The small crowd that had gathered merely voiced their dismay and gave her a wave goodbye. The young arms dealer looked at her phone. It was her Aunt.

"You're not dead yet?", the old Aunty asked the moment Azusa answered the call.
"Miyamoto's are hard to kill." She responded in a dismissive tone.
"You'll be safer at my place, you know?", Aunty sighed.
"I highly doubt that." Azusa commented plainly before hanging up.

As always, her aunt knew nothing about the Eraser. It was too dangerous to bring more family members into her own problems. Her phone buzzed again. She groaned, assuming it was her aunt again; however it was a text this time. A rather cryptic one at that. The number was unknown to her, but it was a good tip off in her eyes. Whether she could trust the sender was by-to-by, but she had to take her chances. The list attachment showed a few names she could recognize. Kurisawa.. Takumi.. Previous customers if her memory served her right. Not that she expected any of them to remember her at all. People are more likely to remember an Arms Dealer's voice and phone number rather than their appearance, unless it was truly radical and 'out there'.

With haste, she packed away her guitar, throwing it into the boot with as much grace as young foal learning to run. Azusa could feel the tension creeping up on her as she started the engine, shifting the gear into drive as she recklessly pulled out of her parking spot. She turned on the GPS as she drove, letting it guide her to the 'safehouse'. If someone is lying, they're going to get a bullet through their skull.
@Grimhildr

Sorry! Things kept coming up. I'll be posting today
It might take me awhile to get a post up, big assignment week happening and I need to get all my work done.

Gimme about 5ish days
So when is this happening?
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