HP: 1697/1697 | MP: 1607/1607 | SP: 1726/1726
It kinda bummed him out that both Theresa and Lew couldn't reconcile their differences and opted to drop out of their discord, but they did what they have to do to keep the drama turning into another noodle incident. Regardless they had to march onward and hope that they're doing fine themselves. But it was time for Raime to get used to his newfound skills and goodies.
Practicing a weapon such as his gunsawkatana was pretty daunting with only one arm. But after watching a few move set and combo videos of a certain one armed Devil Hunter made training with it way more easy than winging it on his own. Soon enough he'd pull off complicated combos as if it were his second nature. Sadly he couldn't do the same with his alchemy. Real world chemistry applied itself in the world of CaCo but vast majority of the materials he was working with was alien to him. The one armed man is eternally grateful to those random alchemist guides he found online. But all that hard work wouldn't amount to anything if he couldn't apply it to practice. What better place to do that but in the battlefield in the upcoming war? He really should have felt bad for even thinking about that...but wearing the mask made it easier for him to accept that cutting down another player would be more interesting than cutting down another enemy npc.
God. Is this game slowly turning him into a psychopath? Nah.
He was brought back to reality by the sound of...an engine? He turned his head to the source of the sound he was hearing and couldn't help but smile underneath his mask. "Well I'll be damned. Russ, long time no see or speak for that matter. Guess you finally got a good enough connection in Tanzania, huh? Regardless glad to have you back." The man would snicker at Stanislaw's comment regarding Russ getting tired of travelling the world and settled somewhere in Thailand railing some ladyboy's ass. The happy moment was cut off by Mags, being Mags, doing her own thing and basically giving a not-so-subtle threat. Raime shrugged, he'd learned quickly that it'd be best for his mental health to just let the brutish woman go do whatever the fuck she wants. "Sorry Russ, no clue with the symbol. Plus, can't join you in your vengeance quest; been rearing to participate in this event for a while now. I didn't join in any clan, so no loyalties here." That was a lie. Raime leaned heavily towards the Ryoku-Jo and would be more likely to do jobs for them than any other faction offering. "but there's profit to be made and I suggest we take opportunities before the city state decides that it doesn't like fence sitters and kicks us on our asses."