[color=fff7b0][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/qMHpYAa.png[/img][/center][/color][center][b]Lv.[/b] 29
[color=f7976a][b]HP:[/b] 341/341[/color]  [color=fff79a][b]SP:[/b] 300/300[/color]  [color=6ecff6][b]MP:[/b] 30/30 [/color]
[color=f7976a][sup](300) + 10 + 10%[/sup][/color]     [color=fff79a][sup](300) + 0 + 0%[/sup][/color]    [color=6ecff6][sup](30) + 0 + 0%[/sup]    [/color]
[sup]STR – 121 [sup](100) + 5 + 15%[/sup]  |  AGI – 55 [sup](50) + 10%[/sup]  |  END – 42 [sup](40) + 5%[/sup]  |  DEX – 40 [sup](40)[/sup]  |  LUC – 11 [sup](11)[/sup][/sup]
[hider=Inspect][sup][b][i]Star-Studded Rebellion, Pentozali[/i][/b]
[b]Weapons[/b]
[color=757575]Pickaxe - Uncommon
Shovel - Uncommon[/color]
[b]Equipment:[/b]
[color=757575]No Helmet
Beasthide Gown - Common Armor
Beasthide Bracers - Common Arm Equipment
No Leg Equipment
Thornspike Boots - Common Shoes
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[b]Accessories:[/b]
[color=757575]Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR[/color][/sup][/hider][/center][right][@Yankee][/right]

When picked up, Mags didn't move. Well, she did. Her entire body was lifted by her collar. However, Mags didn't even make an attempt at resisting it. Instead, she locked up her body with her arms crossed. She mimicked an unanimated model as she was held and threatened. She didn't really react to him besides giving him some narrowed disinterest. If she got pasted on a ceiling, she'd just play another game or some shit. 

She was dropped to the ground no worse for wear, still refusing to move her body in any meaningful way.

But twenty hours? Just twenty grinding mobs? And he was this salty? What kind of gamers were these? 

[color=fff7b0]"Did he just sniff your mouth?"[/color] She asked Ames in an aside. Gross. Who did that? Even if it was a virtual game, that was pretty much on par with "/em sniffs your hair." Man, who were these digital weirdos, Mags thought to herself as she called the kettle black.

Still, at least the shapeshifter and tattooed woman seemed to be nice people.

[color=fff7b0]"Well, good luck with your daycare service. God knows you'll need it."[/color] She told him.

Mags didn't really care about asking to join them in hunting down oni. Not out of reverence from beer guts and beefy arms, though. More that she just didn't feel like associating people who got salted after only 20 hours of grinding. That was baby shit.