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[Relsialle]

" Sometimes things are more fun with your life on the line…" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ notes Relsialle Lv2 Relsialle remained silent from her perch in Vallandrian’s shadow, her feet frozen in place so as to not dark attention to herself. Her hand remained on her weapon for the time being, the tip of the metal scabbard digging slightly into her thigh from the pressure from her hand from above. She knew something wasn’t right about this child, but couldn’t put a finger on it, it seemed too convenient and all together too-perfect. She exhaled deeply, the air exiting from her making soft sound unable to be heard beyond the slow falling rain drops and the child’s whimpering…her heart did ache for the child slightly, her emotion slowly starting to gain a grasp in a situation that her head should have remained the easy victor. The conflict stirred inside her for a moment, her face slowly shifting into a look of sympathy while remaining in her cloaked perch. She could empathize with the kid, knowing for certain that a large segment of the death-game’s population were children that were simply out for fun…children that would miss the world left behind for them…unable to cope with the loss and danger that they would be facing along with those that were adult enough to understand it. She looked on silently, her deep-blue glance shifting slightly to the brush around them, but slightly wavering due to her empathy. The child sniffled as he caught sight of Vallandrian, taking a deep breath of his mucus as he saw the fellow player, “My friend disappeared…we were trying to level and a wolf got her…” The kid stated, his newbie longsword placed beside him, leaning against a shabby wooden bean slightly out of reach. He didn’t look like a threat himself, more like a lost child that can’t find its mother in the grocery store…His story implying that his friend has fallen to the game forever…”She is gone isn’t she…” The small swordsman said, choking back another round of tears…coming to the realization that he just watched his friend die…

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[Vallandrian]

Vallandrian was not heartless, still years back on the day he attended his grandfathers funeral, Jay had made his mind up on terms of life. It was not old age that took the mans life, nor some act of heroism even though Jay's grandpa had been a war veteran. Over come by post traumatic stress, Jays grand-dad had gone by the way of the noose and at that funeral Jay had made up his mind. Life was life, you had to live with it, in good and bad, specially the bad.

After all life in and of itself is a struggle for survival, if it wasn't difficult then it wasn't worth living for. As an adult though he had a do not resuscitate clause and was indeed an organ donor. Death would come when it would, and Jay didn't really worry about that but this was a kid and even if this was a trap which was still under scrutiny in Vallandran's mind he would give a few words," Those we love don't go away, they walk beside us everyday. Unseen, unheard but always near. In this feel free to smile and show some cheer."

The words up until the last line was a poem he had read some time during his morning, the last one being his own finishing the rhyming and rhythmic tone those few sentences held. "Besides, for all we know Kayaba could have lied. It is highly possible that we might just be simply logged and bio-metrically locked out of es-ay-oh when our avatars die. Who knows, maybe your friend is over at your place right now watching over you."

Some times it was better to lie, if just to hold onto some false sense of security. There was after all no way to actually check what Vallandrian spoke was truth or not mainly do to the fear that what Kayaba said was actually full on truth. His eyes drifted to his right taking a passing glance as the brush making a slight check to determine if he could see what his ears thought he heard,"Hey, quick question kid, did you finish off the wolf or just take off?"

He could have sworn he had heard rustling ad-midst the choir of rain drops.

[Relsialle]

" Sometimes things are more fun with your life on the line…" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ notes Relsialle Lv2 The child sniffled, an occasional tear mixing with the clear rainwater that had soaked his face, a long drip of mucus starting to extend from his nostril before quickly getting swallowed back up with a deep wet breath in, forcing Relsialle to cringe. The child seemed to be growing much more content by the moment, but one could tell the depression was still lingering and would for some time. The young age of the player seemed almost even more criminal now that he had to watch someone he cared about die at the hands of the game, digital blood turning very much real as the creator of the game had suddenly intended. Vallandrian was correct, no one really knew what had truly happened to player’s that eventually logged out at zero hit-points and the comforting thought brought a cloaked smile to the thief’s faded features…even for a quick moment. It was a lie as far as everyone knew, but the older players had grown to trust Kayaba’s words, especially given the very-real pain that they had seen those that had fallen experience… The Irishwoman remained still for a moment, fighting the urge to hug the child on impulse, her avatar remaining hidden from view for the time covering her newly-found partners back for the time being. She couldn’t quite put a finger on the strange feeling that she had felt, her suspicion fading away despite her street-smart senses screaming for her to be on guard…until the child turned to look in her direction…his brown eyes meeting her blue globes as if she were plainly visible…Fucking Detection!... A shimmering mass appeared behind the child, visible to Vallandrian. The child, Rayle, began to chuckle coldly as his tears began to fade away…a twisted grin replacing the cries and depression that was there only moments earlier, the small body rolling to the side to reach for his nearby longsword…The shimmering mass dove forward finally becoming visible as it thrust a short dagger in Vallandrian’s direction, the wicked blade aimed directly at his heart. Relsialle snapped her thin fingers to her own blade, her invisible feet splashing as she sprinted forward to meet the child before he had gathered up his weapon. Child or not, the pair had blood on their hands, and as painful as it was, their lives now convened in a dance to decide the victor. The Irishwoman stared daggers at her new target, her heart aching from being played with so easily, and from what she would be forced to do to come out alive… (Rayle LVL 1: 55HP): Longsword (Serendra LVL 1: 60HP): Dagger

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[Vallandrian]

Unseen, unheard but always near. His words rang true as the poem matched up with the scenario that the four of them were matched with. The stealth-ed enemy having advantage over his detection skill from the rain falling down between them not allowing for the clearest view of the porch. Her foot falls as she charged off the porch at him though drew him to her location be for she had even taken her leap. Vallandrian had not focused on agility but his movements didn't fully need to be.

His left hand slid down his right arm towards the spear his right hand had let go of. His left hand impacting the shaft of the weapon as his right foot lifted and drew back into a backward step that popped the spear up as the item began its flip. His right hand would catch the tail end of the spear as its tip pointed at the leaping woman's own chest. His left hands thump gliding down the shaft as the hand rotated to support further ahead in an under hand grip upon the pole arm all by the time his right foot braced behind him.

Vallandrian's body would pitch forward as his arms would heave his spear forward in an attempt to impale the girl as she leaped off the porch. The long length of the pole-arm verses the shortness of a dagger. A smile of his own on his face, the words Relsialle had used to describe him as a woman chaser. Oh no, he did not chase, it was the women that typical came to him. Just as his this girl did, though to be honest they were not usually wielding a knife and trying to stab him with it.

Vallandrian's legs flexed as he called out to Relsialle,"Switch!" as his body rocked back into the motion to jump back creating space for his partner who already was running towards the porch. He hoped that she would under stand the meaning behind the word he called out for. It was strategy, it would take some time for the boy to join the fray out in the rain, time that could be used to go two on one verses the dagger lass instead of trying to disperse damage across both beings only elongating the fight and having them both be able to fight back at the same time.

[Relsialle]

" Sometimes things are more fun with your life on the line…" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ notes Relsialle Lv2 Rayle LVL 1: 55HP): Longsword (Serendra LVL 1: 60HP): Dagger Serendra looked wide-eyed at the considerable reach of the spear but with little she could do to defend against its sudden appearance mid-air. The girl swatted at the weapon, allowing its natural flex to aid her for the moment as Vallandrian extended it out into her, the weapon bending slightly to dig into her thigh. Its impact streaked across her body with a thick red line, her HP guage falling rapidly into the border of the yellow zone. Rayle LVL 1: 55HP): Longsword (Serendra LVL 1: 45HP): Dagger The Rogue leaped back nimbly, marking her clearly as an acrobatics user…She was young, no more than a teenager by the look of her with dark hair and brown eyes…her hair hanging straight and matted from the dampness that hung in the air, her features looking stern as the red mark faded away into the shadow. She was Asian, that much was true, her fury remaining fully visible as she fought to hold the small semblance of an advantage that she believed she possessed. Serendra stepped back to bring her weapon into guard, her dagger tucked along her forearm, her teeth clenched at the results of the well-played parry from her newest target…her eyes growing wide as she heard Vallandrian yell ‘switch’…now realizing that he was not alone… Relsialle screeched to a stop just as Vallandrian’s defense hit home on his newly visible attacker, the shout to switch ringing through her ears like a call to arms. Her boots skidded across the ground, the puddles springing to life as her invisible limbs flailed to regain their traction as she sprinted forward with a rhythmic breathing. The thief leaped forward, her own dagger coming into view…now glowing bright red from her sword art…”Not today bitch!” The punk-rocker shouted as he weapon impacted center mass into the chest of Serendra, her avatar now suddenly appearing from its shimmering form… The Irishwoman sprung back, landing right in front of Vallandrian, twisting her weapon free to see the red mark that she had left…waiting….waiting…waiting some more…but no status change… Rayle LVL 1: 55HP): Longsword (Serendra LVL 1: 39HP): Dagger Failure…this had been the first time it failed…”Damnit!” The pink-haired rocker yelled bringing up her weapon into a guard in frustration, the knife clenched in a reverse-hammer grip with her hands alongside her cheeks like a kick-boxer. Serendra flew on to her quickly in revenge, their weapons clashing with a rain of bright sparks as the edges of their blades collided, both of equal strength as the stood attempting to gain ground on each other… Ralye wasn’t entirely out of the fight as the small boy ran to save his counterpart…his large longsword was raised over his head as he sprinted to Vallandrian spinning his weapon like a mad-man possessed…left, right, thrust…the sequence playing out like that as he fought to push the larger man backward…

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[Vallandrian]

Now was not yet the time to use his sword art, it seemed, after all that the player killers were not fully on the level in terms of strategy. Multiplayer online battle arena strategy at the very least, was something Jay had experience with in games like league of Legends were he main'ed the support roll. All ready Vallandrian and Relsialle had chunked what he had determined to be the attack damage carry down to almost half health. His eyes looking over Relsialle as he rose from a stand behind her focused on the lad that had moved to retrieve his sword.

Rain still coming down, starting to pick up once again as lightning dashed across the fields, thunder like a gunshot fallowing would be enough for Vallandrian to move as he rounded around his partner in a charge, moving to interpose himself in between the boy and the two girls going at it. He was not speedy, but he had height allowing his longer legs to cover further distances. Sidestep, one step, two step, moving around his partner and towards the lad, his eyes watching as the lad twirled the blade on his approach, it looked wild but Vallandrian knew it to be flowering of the blade as he entrusted his faith into the slickness of the ground.

His knees dropping his legs out from under him taking Vallandrian onto an electric guitarist like performance power slide as his body arched back and his gaze broke from the lad back to the girl that tried to jump him. His left arm lashed forward as his right let go of the spear, Vallandrian elongating his whole body to try and deliver a strike on the already injured woman, aiming to push the stand still of the girls fight into his partners favor. The act leaving him open as the lunging strike from the youth clipped his right shoulder.

Pain shot through his being, his detection skill enhancing the feeling like it did the rest of his senses, the feeling of the muddy ground as he slid upon it the beat of each raindrop as it hit his being, the sudden explosion of agony as the sword sliced through armor and Vallandrian's being. Vallandrian's jaw would clench shut as his eyes focused ever more on the girl as he took in the pain honed it into focused wrath that moved through him and through his spear at his intended target.

(OOC: Umm, I don't know this systems damage calculations could you keep track of my life bar?)

[Relsialle]

" Sometimes things are more fun with your life on the line…" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ notes Relsialle Lv2 ((This is a standard non-event thread so the system has no bearing here aside from offering a rough guide to RP around. You take your hits and damage based on your subjective interpretation of your stats. Only rules here is that you don’t god-mode… but be advised that this is an even-odds (2v2) PvP fight…we won’t die (unless we want to) since we control the event/thread ourselves, but we are expected to get really messed up by the end of it…)) Vallandrian HP: 62/70 Rayle LVL 1: 55HP): Longsword (Serendra LVL 1: 39HP): Dagger (Relsialle) Demon’s Bite Cooldown: 2 Rounds Serendra moved like the wind as the returning thunderstorm swirled around them, the rapidly darkening sky adding to the atmosphere of danger that surrounded the battle that engulfed the hill. As Vallandrian’s spear shot out from behind Relsialle, forcing its target to leap back back expertly, Serendra twisting her body into performing a quick hand spring…The small woman was nimble to be sure, but her agility seemed almost unreal for a player of her level, her acrobatics adding to her already potent defense…and compounding her clandestine archetype further. Serendra grinned a moment as she recovered her stance, her dagger held in her palm loosely. The assassin’s blade grew dark blue as her sword art charged, the dark light almost seeming ethereal as the lightening crashed through the atmosphere above them…the shockwave of the thunder felt in the pair’s bones. The Pk’er rushed forward, her black newbie armor carried through the air, the glow of her blade causing an ominous after image as it caught Relsialle’s ribs…The cut tearing into the Irishwoman as turned her body…the opening formed in an effort to catch the attack…the wound forcing her to cry out in seething pain from the blade digging into her side. It was only a single hit thankfully, the red streak of a wound forming on the surface of her avatar, the digital image of blood beginning to run down her armor. The pink-haired player seethed, a sharp burst of air from a quick breath doing well to help her cope with the pain. The hit was strange…only a single strike…but something was different, the damage seemed only minimal… The Irish-woman narrowed her eyes as she looked at the upper right hand corner of her GUI, her HP gauge only falling by a sliver…Poison…A DOT attack…The girl had thought about taking on such a sword art herself for some time before deciding on her own more unique version…but this drove the hard nature of her choice to its furthest extent…”Damnit…” She cursed, dropping her center of gravity lower to attempt to recover her poise as the first tick of the damage ripped into her HP meter…a green poisoned icon appearing in the upper right-hand of her screen… Her stance and demeanor began to change as soon as the reality of the situation was revealed at its face value…This pair had managed to kill several players already, and this sword art alone revealed their central purpose in the game and the fact that they had to be stopped with a quickness…Relsialle’s light-hearted nature fell by the way side as she pushed herself forward, nearly smothering her rogueish-counterpart, her blade flittering through her hands as she ran her weapon across Serendra’s wrist and finally a delivering a much more damaging slashing cut to her neck…doing as best she can to stay on top of the nimble, agile teen… Vallandrian HP: 62/70 Rayle LVL 1: 55HP): Longsword (Serendra LVL 1: 25HP): Dagger (Relsialle) Demon’s Bite Cooldown: 2 Rounds (Relsialle): *POISONED!* 3 Rounds Rayle grinned as his blade bit into Vallandrian’s shoulder in a minor wound, his toothy smile betraying his more twisted nature in spite of his veiled innocence her presented to the pair earlier. He seemed to be the more consistent damage dealer of the pair…along with being the bait for the trap that they had often set…his blade moving fluidly to and from different stances and guards expertly despite his youth and small size. He moved his body well, darting to and fro like an angered hawk, using his small stature to his advantage…His blade glowed neon green indicating his own sword art coming into being as he moved against the larger Vallandrian… The blade of the male-Pker thrust forward as he sprinted, taking advantage of his opponents slide in the growing rain-soaked pit of mud, going for his ribs as his longsword glowed eerily in the darkening environment aiming to use his speed to cut as he passed the older male…The boy grit his teeth just as he flew by (successful or not) skidding to a stop before giving the final cut of his art, leaping directly at Vallandrian’s back, his blade fully extended in what appeared to be a purely damage based Sword Art…

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[Vallandrian]

Vallandrian's heart raced as the combat swelled, His body fallowing through as his legs forced themselves out from under him and his shoulders his the muddy earth, his head pitched to one side pressing the side of his face into the mud as his feet and legs pitched into the air forcing his body to roll over his shoulder back up onto his feet. In that moment however Vallandrian knew something was wrong as his body started to glitch on him and his heart beat just stopped. His green eyes would blink as he watched the kid with the sword come at him before disappearing.

The word "Disconnected" appearing by his name momentarily before even that would fade away. Jay Downs was one of the few not taken to a hospital...

[Relsialle]

" Sometimes things are more fun with your life on the line…" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ notes Relsialle Lv3 NOTE: Given Vallandrian’s sudden exit I will move to close this as a solo thread. Vallandrian HP: 62/70 Rayle LVL 1: 55HP): Longsword (Serendra LVL 1: 25HP): Dagger (Relsialle) Demon’s Bite Cooldown: 1 Rounds (Relsialle): *POISONED!* 2 Rounds Relsialle shuddered once more as the poison coursed through her veins, the powerful status ripping into her bodies systems…her vision rapidly blurring just as her HP gauge took another strong hit. Despite the small setback the pair had been doing well in staving off the paired assault of the younger players…the fury in their eyes slowly being consumed by the fear that now gripped them. Relsialle blade lifted up to swat away yet another thrust from her roguish counterpart, rolling her body to stab into the young assassin’s ribs once more with the thin blade…twisting it just as she pulled it out. The sounds of Serendra’s ribs cracking from the attack could be heard clearly…the image of the younger girls organs failing almost making Relsialle’s stomach turn…There was no smiles or laughs today, only tense stares and gritted teeth. The thought of the pair’s blood on her hands almost pushing her over the edge, especially given their age and appearance…their innocence long gone now stolen from the life or death gamble that they had taken. Vallandrian HP: 0/0 DISCONNECTED!!! Rayle LVL 1: 55HP): Longsword (Serendra LVL 1: 10HP): Dagger (Relsialle) Demon’s Bite Cooldown: 1 Rounds (Relsialle): *POISONED!* 2 Rounds The fight seemed to pause as Relsialle saw Vallandrian’s HP gauge flicker and turn into a map of several characters, several random digits in hexadecimal appearing to take her partners place. Confusion was even in Serendra’s eyes as she struggled and fell backwards to her knees, her own eyes growing lifeless as her skin grew pale form her injuries. Rayle’s blade had sailed right through Vallandrian as his connection was cut, the swiftly moving sword embedding itself in the damp black soil. “What the…” The boy managed to say pulling his weapon free, turning to look around the battle field to make sure that his former opponent wasn’t merely a stealth user like his sister and Relsialle.

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[Relsialle]

" Sometimes things are more fun with your life on the line…" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ notes Relsialle Lv3 NOTE: Given Vallandrian’s sudden exit I will move to close this as a solo thread. Relsialle’s light-hearted nature seemed to suffer a blow as she soon found herself fighting alone in the rain…The poison once more cycling through her bringing a lead taste to her mouth. Her HP gauge dropped once more as it ran its course, however the thief now had bigger issues to worry about and paid little attention as anger gripped her very core. “What the fuck did you do to him?” The woman shouted, her teeth bared like a predatory cat as she snapped at the younger pair, obviously blaming them for the sudden loss of Vallandrian. “I’ll fucking beat it out of you if you don’t tell me!” The Irish woman threatened, her accent almost giving enough of a sharpness to her words to let them act as her newest weapon. Her muscles ached as she lifted her foot to spin it around into a powerful round-house to connect with the kneeling female, Serendra’s head cracking swiftly to the side before she fell unconscious like a rag doll. Rayle LVL 1: 55HP): Longsword (Serendra LVL 1: 10HP): Dagger – UNCONSCIOUS! (Relsialle) Demon’s Bite Cooldown: 0 Rounds (Relsialle): *POISONED!* 1 Rounds Relsialle’s warpath had just gotten started as she sprinted forward, the sound of her cooldown expiring almost going ignored in her rage. Her blade glowed red as she moved to Vallandrian’s suspected killer, the boy wide-eyed and lifting his weapon weakly as his sister fell to the ground defeated. The pink-haired rogue had never witnessed a death before, much less in game, so it was still unknown how or what had made the tall spearman fade away…The thought of a simple disconnect had appeared in the back of her mind for an instant, but even that would only serve to grow her apprehension…one more thing that would serve to hang over every player’s head…they now had disconnection to worry about on top of simple survival…One after all you could defend against and the other was only a matter of time and location… The Irishwoman’s dagger slipped to the side fluidly just as Rayle moved to attack, the glowing weapon nicking the boy’s wrist just enough to cause him to hesitate for the final attack to come. The thin blade dipped down slightly just as Relsialle thrusted forwards, pushing right into the child’s stomach…the paralysis effect from her sword art now plainly visible beside his health bar and red morality icon. Pulling the blade free, the thief took her time, staring sternly into the PK’ers dark brown eyes a moment before speaking…her stern gaze unrelenting as she seethed in anger. The punk rocker clenched her free fist before throwing it forward, the delicate hand colliding with the child’s jawline with a sickening smack…Rayle’s blood growing deeper and darker with each subsequent hit that he took from the furious woman, her hand connecting with his face in a steady rhythm that would mimic the sound of a hammer hitting stone. Slowly the remaining enemy would have his health bar slowly chipped away until he too fell over and joined his sister…only enough health between them to barely keep them alive for the time being. Relsialle fought with the thought of ending their lives on a whim, her breathing slow and shallow as her anger cooled…her fist dropping a mixture of her blood and her opponents…her remaining green icon would soon be walking away leaving the pair to face the consequences in the Town of Beginnings… Rayle LVL 1: 8HP): Longsword- UNCONSCIOUS! (Serendra LVL 1: 10HP): Dagger – UNCONSCIOUS! ((CLOSED   :/    ))

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