92 HP MAX 127 HP 108 EN MAX 118 EN -10 EN for attack -20 HP from autoproc -5 HP from Assault Squad -10 HP from Ranged Squad Rivers stared out across the field in front of him. This was it, this was the place. He gave a small smile to @Mist Lúthes who was standing next to him. He was...worried. Rivers didn't want to die again, but more than that he didn't want Mist to get hurt. The pain in this game was much too real. He gave a small nod to his other teammates, @Iván Carl and @Comet. While they were recent comrades, they were still his friends. He trusted them to look out for each other, but Rivers had to do his best to make sure they didn't get hurt either. "They really should be here any minute." Rivers didn't have a watch to check. But, based on the information they received, the renegade noble's party should be here. They were supposed to be moving across this field on their way to do something about some kinda rebellion. Rivers was bad at reading flavor text. Wait...that made him sound illiterate. Rivers didn't want to read flavor text. There we go. That was much better. "Any minute now..." Rivers sat with Mist and the others while they waited for the enemies to show up. This was the problem with arriving at least an hour early for any appointments. After what must've been an eternity, the loud sound of footsteps could be heard. This was either their targets or a stampede. Please be the targets. Rivers stood up to get a better view. Yes! The throw together party was in luck; their target was before them! Rivers lifted his lance off his back and took some measured breaths before leaning closely to Mist, planting a light kiss on her cheek. "Be careful out there," he whispered. He took a step forward before turning to the party. He probably wasn't even qualified to be talking to them all like this. But, Rivers trusted they wouldn't mind. They all seemed so nice. "I'm up first if that's alright." With a small nod to the group, Rivers turned and began his charge. It was so much easier with a lance to actually charge. When Rivers got close, people actually looked intimidated. Well, intimidated might be the wrong word. They acknowledged his existence at the least. But, he wasn't just idiotically charging in like this to get a hit on the archers. As people got out of his path, it cleared up the field of vision for his teammates to lay attack in. Rivers swept in from the side and tried to cut off the archers' retreat with his lance, prodding and stabbing at them. He managed to get some solid connections in. Combination Attack on Ranged Squad Roll 25 + 20 (Pierce) + 20(Great Weapon) = 65 Ranged Squad: 135/200 HP Assault Squad: 250/250 HP Defense Squad: 400/400 HP
76 HP MAX 111 HP 113 EN MAX 123 EN -10 EN for Stable Attack -20 HP from Defense Squad -5 HP from Assault Squad -10 HP from Ranged Squad Her very first quest. Her very, very first quest with her first boyfriend! This was so exciting! At their spot waiting for the enemies to arrive Mist was literally trembling with anticipation, her staff held tight in her hands, her eyes wide and checking every three seconds or so for a sign of the enemy. This was just like her favorite games, only this time she was back to back with Rivers, and doing the magic herself, and...wow! The inclusion of some new faces was also really exciting. She couldn't wait to get to know them better through the fight, and the victory party afterwards. That's how these sort of this usually went, wasn't it? A small kiss on her cheek made Mist giggle. Was Rivers worried about her? That was so sweet. He was so sweet. Her sweet, handsome...right. Fight. Fighting time. "You too, silly. You're the one getting in close." As soon as he charged ahead Mist jumped to her feet, staff held outstretched as energy coursed through her body to the beautiful silver star at its head. The light became solid, sparks coming off of it in ribbons, before a pure bolt of lightning shot forth and struck several of the archers in the chests. A couple fell back, smoke rising from their bodies, but others only looked like their hair was standing up under their helmets. Then they fired back at her. Mist grimaced as a few arrows went soaring way too close for comfort, making her duck and weave to the best of her ability. Despite her best efforts, though, she felt something sharp make sudden impact on her shoulder, and she let out a sharp cry of pain. Owie owie owie! Ugh, so that's what being shot at feels like. With a hiss of pain Mist snapped the arrow in two, leaving the head in like she'd seen in movies and games, and discarding the rest. It hurt--oh, did it hurt--but she'd been snapped at by wolves and impaled by a boar already. This was honestly a lot easier to deal with! She didn't feel nearly so bad shooting at random NPCs than at animals. Or...was that a bit backwards. Eh. She was already charging her staff for a second attack. Stable Attack on Ranged Squad 21 + 1 (Roll) + 15 (Modifier) = 37 Ranged Squad: 98 / 200 HP Assault Squad: 250 / 250 HP Defense Squad: 400 / 400 HP
89 HP MAX 124 HP 157 EN MAX 147 EN -10 EN for Stable Attack -20 HP from Posting Damage -5 HP from Assault Squad -10 HP from Ranged Squad Iván knew the lovers were trouble when they walked in…his Curry House, so it was pretty much his fault when he found himself in the crosshairs, or crossbows, of some angry archers. With King Astor’s decision to turn Astorea inside out, some nobles felt their way of life, their very existence, threatened. While others embraced a new era of politicking, one that was less dukes and duchesses and more voting and democracy, a few, specifically some nobles, raised their armies to rebel against the king and his decree. Iván failed to understand their cause, having heard that these good ol’ feudal lords could keep their lands. All they had to give up was some weird title and power over the common folk. Of course, Iván had never tasted the infamy of nobility, and the other things that came with it, so it was understandable why he didn’t get it. All he got was that it was fun playing lords and castles, but at the end of the day, people deserved to do things their way, even if that meant ending up a goblin’s dinner. Hey, you choose your own adventure story, right? All stories have an end, some terrible than others. Just recently, Iván’s story came to a thrilling conclusion…for a third time, but not without intense repercussions. The masked illusionist could no longer access his User Interface. That meant no palm menu, no investigation mode, none of this nifty quick spell thingies. He now had to actually remember his spells and stuff. And worse? He’s always hungry after dark. Thankfully, the man owned his own restaurant, Iván’s Curry House, famed in all of Stokbon, probably, and endorsed that one time by the king himself, Astor of Astorea, which was pretty much the reason why good ol’ Iván was out there, defending the name of his king, his number one curry endorser. Granted that he could just let him die and get another kingly endorser but that’d take too much time and more words. Iván was not a fan of words. “Hello,” Iván deadpanned, standing atop his humongous magical familiar that took the form of the Spire’s Snow-Quilled Guardian. It was probably even bigger than the actual thing now, though no one could tell, considering what happened down in that Spire had happened a long time ago and no one else but Iván out there could remember what the actual Snow-Quilled Guardian looked like. Not that Iván’s memory was 100% accurate, though. Dude’s cray cray some days. “My name is Iván Carl. You rebelled against my number one curry endorser. Prepare to die.” Iván started scat singing, channeling his mastery of illusion magic to get them fools on the illusory pain train, “Skeep-beep de bop-bop beep bop bo-dope skeetle-at-de-op-de-day! Your worst nightmares are here to stay! Remember, your psych-ay? Time to say goodb-ay to it, bay bay!” Their ranged enemies all started screaming from out of nowhere, dropping their weapons and whatever else they were holding. Some of them put their hands on their ears, as if that phantasmal spell was sound-based, which wasn’t a thing. Others started trying to slam their heads, faces, against whatever they could find. A few were trying to gouge their eyes out. One guy was dancing for some reason. Worst nightmares tended to be different for every person. Freaks get freaky, apparently. Or freakier. Thankfully, the trio's combined attack was enough to fell the archers. The knights and swordsfolk, however, were going to be a completely different thing. Iván should probably just hide behind the others. For science. Stable Attack on Ranged Squad (Roll) 27 + 37 + 10 + 25 + 20 = 119 Defensive Squad: 400/400 HP Assault Squad: 250/250 HP Ranged Squad: -21/200 HP
132 HP MAX 157 HP 118 EN MAX 138 EN -20 EN for Reckless Attack -20 HP from Posting Damage -5 HP from Assault Squad The idea of Nobles rebelling against the King because of their titles being taken away happened to be a situation close to Comet's heart. Being apart of Roland's duchy may not have been worth much, but it meant no longer holding in sort of value in the world. She would have to start from the bottom all over again. It'd be worth the new ways King Astor decided were best for his people, most likely. The pink-haired woman had no doubt in her King's ability to serve them all well as a fellow player. However, at the moment she saw desperation and no sense of belonging and resentment. King Astor needed to watch his back. Needed to be careful for there were men like Roland who could assemble a rebellion. Deep down in her heart she hoped nothing wrong happened to either of them. And that in the end she sided with the right person. Though she owed Roland a lot - and would do nearly anything he required so long as it wouldn't be going directly against Astor - her mind had made its decision after far too much worry over Terrasphere's situation. A Civil War? After the World Boss? Comet huffed tiredly. Guilt loomed over her cracked, warm heart that maintained a rapid beating perfect for keeping up with combat. Shifting thoughts from importance of the Nobles, and herself, to defeating the foe came easily. As if there were a switch specifically for her brain to turn off all penetrating thoughts to deal with later. Usually, anxiety would leave the young woman a trembling mess. Would cause her to fail upon the battlefield. Would obstruct a correct train of thought. Yet after Dissonance... this changed completely. Her shell cracked. She tried to keep everything bottled up within to hide who she truly was. It proved difficult, especially when she left the game to become Violet Palfrey. Shaped by society and its restrictive rules that wouldn't like the frightened girl inside. Multiple arrows shocked a multitude of members of the assault squad heading for her teammates. From afar Comet pierced one by one until their numbers were limited. "They're determined," thick pinks lips curled upwards with pleasure. Thrill of the hunt always gave way for an adrenaline rush to spark such reckless yet successful actions. "Are you okay? she would've frowned - purely out of sincere worry - but saw the @Mist Lúthes was already preparing for a second attack by the time the question had been asked. They were a good team, she realized with a noticeable pride. "If it still hurts after a while at least you have someone nearby to kiss it better." Reckless Attack against Assault Squad (Roll) 80 + 95 + 25 + 15 = 215 Defensive Squad: 400/400 HP Assault Squad: 35/250 HP Ranged Squad: -21/200 HP
47 HP MAX 127 HP 88 EN MAX 118 EN -20 EN for reckless attack -20 HP from autoproc -20 HP from reckless -5 HP from Assault Squad Not falling for his ruse, the archers took aim right at his party. "NO!" But it was no use. Of course, enemies would fire at them. He should've expected that. But, watching an arrow plant itself in Mist's shoulder was still not what he expected. Rivers felt the anger bubble up inside him. He was going to tear them in half. He was going to tear every fucking one of them in half. He lowered his shoulders and raised his lance, prepared to run through as many of them as it took to subside his anger. But, some weird vocalizations broke his focus. W-what was that? Still pissed more than he thought possible, Rivers turned to see Ivan making some really weird noises. Why was he able to hear it so clearly from here? That shouldn't- Then Rivers heard the screams. Many around him clutched their ears before falling to the ground, lifeless. What the hell had @Iván Carl done? That...that was scary. Seeing everyone around him instadie put Rivers in a markedly better mood. He gave a small wave to Ivan. "Thanks for that! Whatever the hell that was." Okay okay okay. Focus on the mission. He could spoil @Mist Lúthes and treat her injury later. Hopefully she'd take it easy, but Rivers knew she wouldn't. Deep down he knew this was good for her, but he still hated to see her get hurt. Dammit Rivers focus on the mission. He was just standing in the middle of the battlefield. Access the threat. Where to strike next? There seemed to be an offense-oriented squad wielding swords. He should strike there next to help mitigate damages. His friends were counting on him. Pick up the pace! Rivers started his charge onto them, and tried to focus his anger. He tear them apart now. It was really hard to focus your anger. He wanted to tear these new guys apart, but his heart just wasn't in it. Maybe that slowed his charge, as he saw an assault of arrows decimate the charging enemies. Well...good thing he wasn't there with them...also getting decimated by arrows. Rivers turned to see that @Comet had fired the shots that put the enemy on their asses. Don't anger Comet. Got it. Scratch that. Don't anger Comet or Ivan. Probably don't also anger Mist. J-Just don't anger anyone. Rivers flashed a thumbs up to Comet. He knew she could see it...as accurate as she'd just been. While Rivers had just given a thumbs up...he didn't feel very thumbs up. First, his girlfriend got shot which would put a damper on anyone's day. Then, the people he was supposed to tear in half got brian melted, which was anticlimactic. Then...after all the focus to refocus that anger to tear these other guys in half...they all got shot to hell. It was like kicking a puppy at this point. Just who in the hell was he supposed to tear in fucking half? Wait wait. There was a third squad. Rivers turned to them with a grin. He was about to channel his inner Nyx murder loli. "I'm going after the armored guys! Please don't shoot me," he called to his teammates before charging in again. His announcement of his intentions had put the defensive squad on guard. But that hardly mattered. With his momentum, and Nighthorror's tendency to punch through thing, Rivers ran through the first guard he came across. He quickly pulled his lance out of the guard's body. Rivers really wanted to do a cool liner. Like something cool like "I'm your enemy now". But not quite that. But the moment was passing! He needed to say something. "I'm enemy your now." Nailed it! RecklessAttack on Defensive Squad Roll 24 + 73 + 20 (Pierce) + 20(Great Weapon) = 137 Ranged Squad: -21/200 HP Assault Squad: 35/250 HP Defense Squad: 263/400 HP
51 HP MAX 111 HP 103 EN MAX 123 EN -10 EN for Stable Attack -20 HP from Defense Squad -5 HP from Assault Squad Mist turned her head just slightly to look at @Comet as she spoke to her, a grin flashing across her face taking over the look of pain and anger that had come over it moments ago. Aww, she was so nice asking if she was okay! That was real teamwork there. Not like in other games where nobody really noticed if the support character was taking damage--or, just as likely, dead from their incompetence. With one hand holding out her brightly glowing staff she waved at Comet cheerfully. Then she spoke again and her face went vibrantly red, a stupid giggle bursting past her lips. Well, that almost made her forget about the arrow in her shoulder. Or the one that just went flying past her head, nicking her long ear on the way down. In fact she didn't even seem to register that one. Oops. "HAHAHAHYEAH! Yes! He. We're a...yep! Hahahah! Is. Is it that obvious?" I mean he did kiss me on the cheek, like, a second ago. Shut up, there's no room for my logic here! Trying to pretend that she hadn't just word-vomited all over the place Mist turned her attention back to the squad of people attacking her sweet Rivers. Well, specifically the ones trying to attack him that he wasn't attacking. She didn't want to steal his thunder after all! Not when he managed such a cool line like that. Lining up her staff she drew in a breath, and on the exhale a beam of lightning shot straight from the shining star and struck multiple men right in the chest. Their bodies convulsed with electricity before dropping to the earth, smoke streaming from the holes in their helmets and armor. She let out another cheer of delight, cupping her mouth with her hands and shouting to @Rivers Asteire and @Iván Carl: "WE GOT THIS! Just a little more! YOU'RE DOING AWESOME, BABE!" OI. Mouth. Run what you're going to say past your brain next time!! Stable Attack on Assault Squad 25 + 5 (Roll) + 15 (Modifier) = 45 Ranged Squad: -21 / 200 HP Assault Squad: -10 / 250 HP Defense Squad: 400 / 400 HP
69 HP MAX 124 HP 132 EN MAX 157 EN -10 EN for Stable Attack, -5 EN for Damage Supplementation -20 HP from Posting Damage From atop his Snow-Quilled Guardian, Iván kept watch of his teammates. Those arrows were made to be quite pesky but he made sure to take care of them right away, before they could prove to be more troublesome than they were worth. With the Ranged Squad down, @Comet found an opening to take care of the Assault Squad. Iván smirked from behind his red mask, once the face of a different Snow-Quilled Guardian, which was also from down in the Spire, the creature that inspired the form his summoned magical familiar took. To say that he was impressed was an understatement. Comet was definitely one of the greatest archers he has ever seen, fought side by side with. Noticing one-half of the greatest lovers he's ever known waving at him, Iván thrust a thumbs-up in the air in recognition of his newfound ally. @Rivers Asteire opted to go after the Defensive Squad, all seemingly comfortable behind their shields, all seemingly lacking the motivation to fight back, probably because they were their noble masters' last line of defense. It was a pretty smart strategy really, thought it wasn't enough to deter a master archer, a master caster, and a master lancer. Wait, wasn't that a show? A series? Oh, and Iván was part of this party, too, and everyone knew Iván could hold his own in a fight. Well, maybe not everyone. He wasn't that famous. The other half of the greatest lovers he's ever known shouted at him but Iván could not hear her. By the looks of things, she seemed to be trying to rally them. Or maybe praise them? Both were suitable for Iván. Not that he cared that much about what others thought, though. The man liked to dance to his own tune, which wasn't always a good thing. In this battlefield, however, it seemed to be a good thing. “Ah, and there goes the last of the Assault Squad,” Iván remarked dryly, though deep within, he was pretty much impressed with everyone in this party. @Mist Lúthes lightning-striking those boys with shots to the heart was definitely something the masked illusionist wasn't going to forget anytime soon. The boys were too late to defend themselves. Not that they could. The caster was intent on giving herself a bad name. To the rebels' side of the fence, anyway. “I think it's time for our combo-wombo, Snow White. You want to do the combo-wombo, Snow White? Does Snow White want to do the combo-wombo? Who wants to do the combo-wombo?” The familiar let out a loud guttural roar that would've probably distracted everyone for a second or two. To anyone against this giant beast, that sound would've been nightmarish. To their own teammates, yeah, it was probably still nightmarish, but at least they'd know they wouldn't intentionally get eaten right away. Right? Iván's smile grew wider as he turned to the shields against their group. These rebels were smart enough to bring with them defenses but not smart enough to actually include mages, though to be fair, mages weren't an overflowing commodity for NPCs. Most of the Players would side with Astor, too, because of history and him being closer to Players and stuff. “All right, then. Time for our combo-wombo, Snowy!” Iván crossed his arms against his chest, eyes closed, as he began channeling his illusion magic, concentrating for once in his lifetime. “Dancers come forth to cleanse the filth, for tears of the north to soak this tilth in crimson and pink; the white beast's stain shall deliver, to the brink, phantasmal rain!” Snowy the Snow-Quilled Guardian let out another guttural roar, this time intentionally aggressive, as it launched a thousand quills from its own body towards the men in shields, taking some of them down in sync with Iván's phantasmal version of the same attack, with only the same men seeing, feeling, thinking the thousands of pink quills, phantasmal in origin, piercing their bodies, their minds, as they all fall to their doom, screaming in pain. “Wow... That seemed... That felt... Was that an overkill, Snowy?” There were still a few men with their shields up, having survived the attack, or more probably, having avoided it. There were far too many of them, it seemed, and perhaps some of them even wore magical shields. Whatever that were. Iván sighed, disappointed that his attack didn't just one-shot them. It was supposed to be one of his strongest spells. Yet at the time, he felt nauseated at how one of his strongest spells apparently overdid taking down some of those men. They were enemies, sure, but they didn't deserve such disgusting, brutal, gross deaths. Probably. Iván didn't know any of them. The familiar let out a less loud guttural noise that was its attempt to whisper to its master. As if he understood what the familiar had said, Iván laughed, wiping a nonexistent tear from his mask. “Oh, that's a good one, Snowy!” He cupped his hands around where his mouth should be and yelled out at his teammates, and unintentionally at anyone who could hear him, “Clean up at Aisle Beat-Ten!” He started laughing at himself atop his massive summoned magical familiar that just stood there, looking menacingly and completely out of place. Why were the archers not attacking Snowy? Oh, right, he deadified them already. Stable Attack on Defensive Squad (Roll) 38 + 2 + 10 + 25 + 20 + 12 = 107 Defensive Squad: 156/400 HP Assault Squad: -10/250 HP Ranged Squad: -21/200 HP
92 HP MAX 157 HP 98 EN MAX 138 EN -20 EN for Reckless Attack -20 HP from 2nd Reckless Attack -20 HP from Posting Damage Emerald eyes glimmered in reaction to Iván's magic. She no longer resented magic, but certainly still wasn't fond of it due to years of playing as the same build outside of Terrasphere. Too much confusion or failure when using or not understanding where all of it could be derived from tended to be the few questions of many that turned the young woman from any involved masteries. Yet his display impressed her. Iván held a lot more power than originally thought. The two of them were equals, and were joined by newbies who held promising potential to grow. An unplanned team that once stirred her worries happened to - in the end, naturally - give her confidence in ability. Hope for a brighter future as Comet, who would no longer hide. Trust in those surrounding her. The pink-haired woman flipped long locks behind thin shoulders before effortlessly raising her weaponry. A few arrows were enough to end the Assault Squad that sent all of their HP bars down to questionable levels. Hardly any anxiety plagued her heart, and no trembles could be felt or seen. A sight rarely seen and nearly impossible to catch happened to be Comet completely as herself without any insecurity to bring her down. To cover up her soul and heart and mind. Exposed, flushed skin glowing, lips curled; in the moment that rarity did shine, and proved her newfound change for the better. Though she could only sense it and become appalled rather than oppose. "Well, that wasn't too hard was it?" she chuckled, turning to the rest of the team. They'd easily finished off the Nobles. Of course in her get a bit of unrest churned out of sympathy for the rebels who simply weren't used to any other way of life. Who couldn't accept that they weren't anything but novelty. Such thoughts rang true in Comet's eyes. She never was something special, right? Roland returned the favor for hard work but hardly had what power she sought with immense ambition. A democracy-based government would fare much better, she began to believe. "We should reward ourselves. With, yknow, more than just collecting that sweet bounty gold." @Mist Lúthes @Iván Carl @Rivers Asteire Reckless Attack against Assault Squad (Roll) 58 + 67 + 25 + 15 = 165 Defensive Squad: -9/400 HP Assault Squad: -10/250 HP Ranged Squad: -21/200 HP
Around the time Rivers charged into the enemies, Mist had attacked the last of the melee fighters. That was probably the final nail in the coffin for them; they didn't have much left. He gave a small look to confirm that Mist's lighting had indeed cut them all down. Atta girl. After Rivers dove into the shielded enemies, Mist called to him that he was doing awesome. With his free hand, he gave her a little wave. It wasn't a lot, but it was enough to show that he heard her. At least, he hoped she'd see it. Rivers wouldn't have minded a bigger gesture, but he still had enemies to fight. At least, he thought he would until Ivan's familiar flew down and unleashed a monster of an assault. Pink quills burrowed into the enemies all around him, Rivers was continually lucky to not get hit by this. He presumed Terrasphere did friendly fire. How would they not do friendly fire? Lucky lucky. Some enemies were still hiding behind their shields, having survived Rivers' and Ivan's assault. Rivers didn't know if that was a blessing or a curse. It was hard to tell. They're just NPCs, he told himself. But that didn't absolve his conscience fully. Okay. They'd tried to kill him. So that absolved it the rest of the guilt. Rivers considered attacking, but remembered the fourth member of the team, Comet. So...Rivers remained. Perfectly. Still. That was a good call. Arrows whizzed by him moments later and slew the last of the defensive force. With that, it was over. The world quest was done. Wow. That was...easy. This had been so much easier than Titanius! Given, the enemies had been a lot "less" in scale, but they only had four members. But still! A couple of swings of the lance and a few attacks from his allies and the whole encounter was won. Rivers put his lance back on his back, the Lovecraftian weapon resting on his chest armor. He turned back to the team and have a hearty wave. "We did it!" he exclaimed. Rivers jogged to the place where Comet and Mist were standing. Surely Ivan would join them soon. As he arrived, he slowed down to a walk and took a few deep breaths. "Well, that was easy." He stepped next to Mist and smiled at her before looking at Comet. Comet had mentioned something about celebrating with more than just reward money. Oooh! Maybe they could all go out for a night on the town. Well not like a nearby town given all the nobles they've just slain, but a town! "Maybe we could head a few towns over and find something fun to spend some of this reward money on. Maybe a tavern?" Rivers flashed a grin to Mist, recalling their first night together. He looked up to Ivan and gave him a wave. "C'mon down! It's a celebration." He turned his attention to his teammates. He wanted to ask them questions about why they got into Terrasphere. Did they have any stories that were interesting? How long had they played? There were just so many questions to ask! But, there would be plenty of time. And, it would even be time he spent with Mist! That made everything extra good! Rivers was looking forward to some quality team-time. @Mist Lúthes @Iván Carl @Comet
"WOOHOO! That was an amazing shot, Comet! We did it!" Mist was absolutely ecstatic, hoping too and fro as Rivers, Ivan, and Comet cleared the remaining enemies with so much skill and power that she was awestruck. When Rivers came over to them she didn't bother stopping herself; she threw her arms around his shoulders, staff this time in her inventory so it didn't smack him upside the head, and nuzzled her cheek against him with a delightful laugh. Comet and Rivers were both calling for a celebration and she was absolutely up for it! Then mid-hug she felt a stab of pain in her shoulder and winced. She slipped down from Rivers' embrace with a grimace. Oh. Right. I got shot. "Uh, I'm up for celebrating! Just let me..." Placing one hand to her injury, and the other out in front of her, she breathed out a soft white light of energy that spread to all those around her. MASTERY ACTIVATED:WHITE MAGIC - SUPPORT (HEAL) Slowly little while lights fluttered against her wound, as well as all the little nicks and cuts that her allies had sustained, stitching them up to at least scarring, if not entirely healed. Mist then grinned at all of her new friends and her beloved boyfriend and clapped her hands together, once again bouncing on her soles. "Now! Where should we go? Anyone have any ideas? The Dragon's Hearth would be nice! With this money we could even get a fancy room!"
"Great job, buddy!" Iván started scratching Snowy the Snow-Quilled Guardian all over, as if the monster was some sort of puppy, or grown dogs, or puppy considering all dogs are puppies. The monster let out another guttural noise, the way a dog, or a puppy, would bark to acknowledge its enjoyment of a belly rub or something. It would've been cute, if Snowy wasn't creepy as frogs. "But it's time for you to go. We've had our fun, and I'm feeling a little light-headed from spending too much magical energy. I'll see you later, okay?" Another guttural noise and Iván quickly descended from Snowy's back to his own two feet on the ground. With a snap of his fingers, the summoned magical familiar was de-summoned, dissipating into thin air like it hadn't been anywhere around here, which was probably impossible to believe, considering how some of its quills were still sticking up from the ground, with a couple of soldiers here and there stuck on them. Iván shook his head at the sight of them, almost vomiting. He wasn't new to gore and stuff but his arrival on the battlefield wasn't exactly pleasant. He made a mental note not to ride Snowy after a full meal. Iván appreciated the heal he had received from @Mist Lúthes. Although he didn't get hurt that much, he still appreciated the notion, especially since it seemingly helped him feel much better, taking away his nausea. Walking towards his allies, he grinned from behind his mask, "Did someone say celebrate?" Iván procured the vial of ant juice he had from inside his coat and took a quick sip of it, relishing loudly the flavor, before offering a sip to his allies, the archer (@Comet), the lancer (@Rivers Asteire), and of course the caster. This wasn't a bad gig. In fact, it was a pretty good gig. Iván wondered why he had been so worried about getting dragged here. It's not like Titanius was going to appear out of the corpses, right? Oh, no. He closed his eyes in anticipation. Three. Two. One. He opened his right eye first and saw nothing out of the ordinary. Heaving a sigh of relief, Iván took another quick sip of his ant juice. He needed that refreshment. Having no access to his UI any longer, Iván couldn't take the risk. Especially not on an empty stomach. "So we get our pay and you can all spend your money, I mean, we can all celebrate at the Curry House? 10% discount for you three. Maybe 90% for Comet since she's single." Iván imagined putting up a sign with Comet's face on it. Stokbon was a bustling city filled with a lot of single men, sailors, merchants, construction workers. Those guys would pay a lot of money for his curry to see a pretty girl. What sad and pathetic losers. He started laughing to himself, audibly to the others, as he relished the idea of taking those guys' hard-earned money. I need a new sign.
Comet shrugged, ensuring she had enough gold to spend on leisurely activities before deciding to join in. She wasn't one to spend money often, but it was rare for such excitement to be derived from battle. Often at the end everyone would go home and forget. Or try to. Go home and leave her all alone with morbid thoughts. Threatening negativity in the back of her mind. She appreciated that these newbies were so enthusiastic, excitable, and determined. They had a confidence she greatly envied which certainly paved the way for selfish reasoning regarding why exactly she should stick around. "A tavern sounds nice," small hands played with thick, pink locks of hair with a sort of excitement for future events. Because, quite honestly, spending more time among an entertaining group - as friends and together and with sincere emotions - sounded nice. It sounded different, and felt different. Comet's newfound ability to be herself despite pushing against such a natural, powerful force meant processing even the smallest of situations in unfamiliar ways. "Thank you, Mist, that was refreshing," she felt warmth seep through her skin, and to the soul. Leaving behind insecurity in exchange for being truly happy had a strong effect on the confused young woman. "What's this?" the Archer would inquire but not receive an answer before taking a sip from the drink that caused her nose to scrunch up. It smelled awful yet that hardly hindered the effort made out of a mixture of striving for acceptance and immense curiosity. The flavor lit up dull green eyes that turned into shimmering gems. "Oh..." she stared at Iván with wonder, but his comment steered her away from pleasant feelings. "You don't know that." Comet rolled her eyes before turning away. Without acting to rely on her voice happened to be weak - therefore refuting her claim - and hiding a blush became difficult. @Mist Lúthes @Rivers Asteire @Iván Carl
