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Current Smarty Jones... Just... Consider removing the 'Smarty' part of your name if you're going to try and kick up a side-argument here, there's no reason for that. Otherwise, let's just move on.
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2 yrs ago
People don't tend to think about rules when in disputes. Instead, just point out that whoever stops arguing first gets to see the other make a fool of themselves if they going after it all stopped.
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The best part about being on the Guild this long is that nowadays, I can sit back and chuckle as the newcomers try to start a fight an instead get all the old hands ganging up on them. Popcorn for me.
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3 yrs ago
Got my first covid vaccination today. I was terrified, but the staff there were very well trained and things went well.
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3 yrs ago
Every few minutes playing Mass Effect: Legendary Edition, I tear up from the memories. It's not often you get a game that truly pulls at the same heartstrings as your childhood playthrough's once did.
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Holly was quickly confronted with a question from Zenith about taking Felix along. She understood his concerns, agreed with them even, however she had also heard the Guildmaster clearly - it was a job for all of them. If Felix was not to come, Torys would have said so. So, unfortunately for Holly, she had to accommodate him somehow, and that was helped by having Leon within the same group that Felix was going with, both to help him and just in case the kid got injured. Thankfully, Astoria gave Zenith a reason, meaning Holly did not need to - her silence was agreement, even if she didn't accept the sandwich from Astoria that she was offered after. While the sandwich looked good, and she would have accepted it had she been staying at the Guild, eating it would require removal of her helmet. Because they were just about to leave, Holly did not have the time to hide herself away and consume the delicious snack.

There was still concern, however. Holly knew that Zenith would not be pleased with that answer just as much as she, and so she wished to make her own movements to comfort herself as well as the other concerned. She moved from where she was stood beside Grasidia and walked her way over to Felix. "I will not lie, Felix, I am also concerned about you coming along. However, as you know, I'm not one to disregard the Guildmaster's wishes. I want you to remain safe throughout the inevitable fight that is going to happen. That doesn't mean I'm going to hold you back from fighting, as I know how much you wish to do so, however if the public sees us placing someone your age in harm's way throughout the fight, it will never blow over."

Holly turned, searching, before she saw the person she was looking for. "Leon! I want you to prioritise Felix's safety throughout the conflict. Try not to let him come to any harm." She turns back to Felix, and after a moment, gives him a nod. "Don't let me regret not just telling you to sit at the back. I'd rather we be known for beating a dragon, not throwing our youngest members into the fire."
Holly Vertila


Despite the tensing up of Leon, Holly remained perfectly calm. She had triggered a slight nerve, and she was a little apologetic for that however she did not let that show, especially as he calmed himself down; she had a reputation to maintain, and as well he had to learn not to take things at heart, especially not the simple offer of a sparring match. Even if there was a power difference, there was a lot that could be learned from fighting an opponent a lot more powerful than yourself. If you were overpowering every opponent, you failed to learn survivability against those who could crush you at their whim.

Before Holly could speak further on the matter their Guild Master, whom Holly had not noticed entering the Hall, called for the attention of both herself and Grasidia. Doing so hinted to Holly already that something big was going to happen, as nobody called for the attention of the two S-Class mages unless they had a big reason to do so, either a bad reason or a good reason. From the look on Master Torys' face, Holly could tell that this was going to be some good news, something that Holly was grateful for after eight days of nothing - she figured that the rest of the Guild would also be grateful.

Holly's suspicions were proven correct - and shocking. Thankfully, her armour and helmet hid her shocked expression at the Guild Master's revealing of the situation. A dragon? Holly thought. She turned her head to look amongst her Guildmates, trying to decide who would be the most helpful against the Dragon, and who she might have to leave behind to ensure their own safety - and very quickly, she decided that there was not a single person that she wanted to leave behind, not a single person that she wanted to exclude from the spectacle that they were going to give the world. Their Guild may have been small, inconsequential compared to the larger guilds that were out there, but that was going to change. Holly believed in Fenixtear, in every individual that stood in the hall, from the young Felix to the old Marduk. Soon, Fenixtear was not going to be a small, inconsequential guild. They were going to be known for slaying a dragon.

"We will not let you down, Master," Holly says, and she believed it. Grasidia seemed to immediately make her way outside to prepare their transportation, but Holly took her time, as she knew the Guild would be going berserk, and at least one of them had to tame the hype that the Guild Master had released, else they would all be fighting the dragon in their dreams rather than physically. Taking her time also meant she could listen properly to what the rest of the Guild was planning - which seemed to be dividing into teams, one of which she was quickly invited to. She thought it a good idea, particularly since the team that she was invited to contained some of the newer or less experienced of them. Both her own and Marduk's experience would even out that of Felix, Leon and Zenith, and so she agreed - and her agreeance of the team would practically set it in stone. "Myself, Marduk, Felix, Leon, and Zenith," Holly states, giving a nod of her head. "That sounds like a workable team."

Holly turned to the door, starting to make her towards it once more. She pulled her sword from it's sheath, twirling Shadowbane twice, and then slipping it back in it's sheath in a singular, fluid movement. "Felix, just remember that you'll be as old as Marduk one day. And a man like himself definitely has a few tricks up his sleeve." She gave a little nod of respect to Marduk. She took a moment to think about how strange it would be to see an old version of Felix, before vanquishing the thought for her own sanity. "Let's go," she says simply, stepping outside and near Grasidia.

"No theatrics," Holly says quietly, loud enough so Grasidia would be able to hear. "As much as this is a great opportunity, I don't want our Guildmates getting hurt. Let's do this cleanly."
Holly Vertila
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Holly couldn't help but feel a little saddened by Felix's reasoning for their Guild Master being missing. Yes, she could be getting us a new job, Holly thought to herself in agreement, though she knew that Felix did not need to say it out loud. He was only a kid though, so she had to give him some kind of lenience, even if his words were a little demoralising for the rest of the guild - concerning even. She didn't want him to go out and find jobs on his own, he may have been able to - somewhat - handle himself, but he was still young. Perhaps it was not him that she was worried about. Though her thoughts were a little worrying, a smile touched on her face as he asked Astoria if she would be a sparring partner, already knowing what the girl would answer.

Not sure what to do next other than relax, she did just that - leaning back in her seat to rest her back and allowing her eyes to roam the room once more. She was tempted to chase up Lilliana, who she had spotted retreating up to what Holly was guessing was her room, however she figured that she would want some time to rest after such a lengthy time away from the guild: That was something that Holly could both appreciate and respect, having needed the same a few times.

There was something that caught her attention, though. The clattering of tools and pans from the kitchen, the fault of the Pixie in the kitchen which was, by extension, the fault of Leon. Well, it wasn't exactly his fault, Holly needed someone to blame for it, at least for some amusement. She decided to have a little fun with it, getting up from where she was sitting to walk her way over to Leon. She wasn't just doing this because she wanted to harass people at random, she felt it part of her duties to interact with the lower ranked mages, in order to get to know them and to help them along. Leon was someone who interested her a lot, as his magic was certainly something special. She walked her way past him, as if he wasn't her target, but then turns, placing her hands on both of his shoulders from behind him.

"Enjoying your meal?" Holly asks, from behind. She releases his shoulders, taking a peek down to the mess of textbooks that the Fae Scholar had obviously been reading at some point. "You know, sparring would do some good for you to get some practice instead of theory - especially if it stops your Pixies from destroying the kitchen. How about a match, one on one?" She went quiet, letting him dwell on that as if she was serious. Then, she let him off the hook a little. "I'm kidding. But I'm almost certain you don't want to have to tidy up after your Pixie, hm?" She gave him a pat on the shoulder, as if just to underline what she was saying. She was grinning beneath her helmet nonetheless.
Holly Vertila


Perhaps the only glimpse that anyone could get of Holly was when she was at home. Her windows were shuttered, with an additional layer of curtains over them not just for paranoid security against anyone peeking through but to keep the inside of her home warmer. However, every morning, Holly took a peek through the upper story windows, and allowed a thin strip of the morning light to touch her face through the small gap as she looked down to the garden below. She did so because her bedroom window had a perfect view of a flower bush sapling that she had planted in front of her home, and every day she peeked, she could see it grow. However much she enjoyed watching the sapling grow, waiting for the day that it would bloom, Holly believed that if things carried on the way that they were she would have to stop. She only took the risk of peeking because she did so irregularly - today marked the eighth morning that she peeked, because it was the eighth morning in a row that she didn't have a quest to partake in.

It took some time before Holly left her home, not just because it took a while to prepare but because she knew that today was not going to be any different for the rest. Even if there was a job on the board today, it was likely that someone else had already snatched it up, so there was no need for her to rush her washing, eating nor putting on her armour. The only chance she could get is if an S-Class job popped up, with her only challenger there being Grasidia - though she half expected that someone else would try and take even one of those, if they knew they could get away with it. By the time Holly was ready to go, over an hour and a half had passed since she had woken up, though she wasn't too concerned about the time; it was still early.

Those that worked on Holly's regular route to the guild never stared. Sometimes she could hear them talk a little about her whenever she walked the street, she was a figurepiece for a conversation starter, however they had grown too used to her to have their eyes set upon her every time she strolled past their shops and homes. It was the others that walked the street like her that gave her a variety of reactions in their gazes - a few feared her, most were curious as to if there was something happening that required such an armoured individual to be strolling through, and a rare couple had even questioned if she was some kind of special guardswoman. Those that spoke to her received equal conversation back, and each time, Holly made sure to mention Fenixtear, in the hopes that she would attract some kind of business to the Guild. It never really amounted to much, however.

The guild was exactly as Holly had predicted it to be - jobless. Unfortunate, though at least it was jobless in maintenance as well, thanks to the efforts of her guildmates, who were already within the Guild. She briefly took a silent count of the members who were present, noticing both visually and from the conversation that the Guild Master wasn't around. Holly was not worried, as she knew Torys had a reason to be away from the Guild if she had to be, and instead took private amusement in the worries of her guildmates - an amusement that vanished as she saw Gwen stripping and then snapping at Felix.

"Gwen, put your clothes back on and shush, the only thing you should be looking for is some modesty. There is no need for your rudeness this morning," Holly states, agreeing with Luke whilst frowning to herself beneath her helmet. Shaking her head, she made her way to a table of her own to sit down, and just observe the guild. She made sure to address Felix, mostly to ensure he didn't charge down Torys whenever she returned. "Felix, she is most likely out and busy right now. She will most likely be back soon."
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Cake's job was harder than she had originally revealed it to be, but it wasn't exactly difficult. It was difficult because Captain Carabello's plan revolved around a small gap in Du-Vos' sensors. That gap was like a mouse hole; when you were inside, you would be hidden. The problem was that, like a mouse hole, you could see the mouse squirming it's way inside, and that's exactly what would happen to Team Alpha. Or, you could be Team Beta, which would be the equivalent of watching the metaphorical mouse run it's way across the living room carpet. Cake had to make sure that neither were spotted whilst in the open, and because she couldn't do it from the outside, she had to do it from the inside.

After running through her probabilities, Cake surmised that elimination of the security computer was to be her utmost priority. By the time anyone realised it was down, it would be too late for Du-Vos. Plus, it would drastically increase Team Alpha's chances at success, and nobody would complain if their jobs were made a little easier. Based on Du-Vos' ship, which wasn't some pansy like the Moray, Cake was going to have to perform a fast, brute force attack. The reason for that was simply the communications setup of the ship - any incoming transmission from the Prize was certain to trigger alarm flags. She had to act faster than the notification.

And so, with her priorities straightened out, Cake begun. She sent a narrow beam transmission across space. Transmissions could be blocked, but for that to happen the ship had to receive data: Where the communication was coming from so it could send a return signal, who was contacting it, and other minuscule details. It was in this minor opening that Cake was able to force her way inside. The security computer responded by trying to seal her in, something that would have worked if she was a traditional virus - but she was not. In fact, all that did was show her it's directory. In microseconds, Cake enveloped it, cutting it off from the rest of the ship and preventing it from sending out an alert. Then, she took it offline entirely.

Unfortunately, Cake knew that her safety was not guaranteed, as there were countless other threats she had to deal with. Not only would the security computer attempt to restart periodically, but there was also the crew she had to worry about. Any one of them could spot something fishy going on in the depths of the ship, particularly if they ran diagnostics on the security computer itself, and she had to spoof the operators of the stations she was going to be hijacking, and she couldn't exactly turn them off. To solve one problem though, she set up a flag that would notify her of any checks on the security computer. She could send back false reports as necessary, but there was still much risk involved. Cake diverted her resources to taking over the Du-Vos' sensors, and then she waited.

Later, as the shuttles launched, Cake played her part in ensuring they were not detected. She overlaid the visual sensors with that of the background space, and ensured other sensors showed the same background readings as had been shown before the shuttles were launched, effectively clouding the shuttles altogether. She only did it as long as necessary - when Team Beta reached the hangar of the Moray, and Team Alpha entered the blind spot, she scrubbed any interference from the sensors to avoid suspicion. She remained in position to take over them once more - she would need the access to help Robin avoid detection.




As this all went on, Cake continued her normal operations aboard the Prize. Captain Carabello had told her that he needed her everywhere - she found this funny, as if Carabello expected her to go on strike and avoid watching particular areas of the ship. Even as she put efforts toward infiltrating the pirate ship, she could still continue her duties aboard the Prize without error, from listening to a pair of crewmen chatting in the cafeteria about chess tactics to running diagnostics on the engineering systems. Even when she wasn't checking one thing or another, she was running simulations both for practice and her own, private pleasure. She kept herself busy.

Cake's core, her primary function or as designers put it, her conscious was really only called in when something required a more sentient touch. She could definitely be in more than one place at a time - while she was in the briefing, Cake had also been talking to an engineer about a mechanical problem and a crewman in her bunk about the best way to fillet a fish. Her mind was really in her core, though. While she could have all these conversations at once, collect data from all over the ship and even across space at the pirate ship, there was always one place, one activity that received the most processing power, and that was where her core was truly focused on.

And just like lifeforms had their attention drawn by various sounds, sights and other receptions, Cake had various flags set up to trigger in the case of various events, to alert her of something that needed immediate attention, and the attention of her core. These differed in priority, from the most basic of flags being equipment failure to higher priority ones, such as crewmen distress or injury. Both of those high-priority flags triggered at the same time at the same place, drawing Cake's attention. M’Elme Lan’thar, the botanical survey leader of Prize, had gotten into a spot of bother it seemed. A reroll of the cameras, a little dipping into the data stores of the ship, and in less time than a lifeform could comprehend Cake had briefed herself on what had happened to Elm.

Cake was tempted to make Elm's life worse by pinging through a notification that medical had requested a checkup on her. Not exactly true, but all in good faith: After all, Elm had just fought with a plant that had clearly wanted her for a snack. Cake decided she wouldn't be that mean, though, and not just because it would be obvious that such convenient timing of a medical notification had to have come from the AI. She knew that some people just liked to handle problems themselves. It didn't mean Cake wasn't going to pay Elm a visit, though.

Cake accessed Elm's tablet, granting herself access to it's speaker to talk to the woman. "You know, Elm, if you wanted adventure you could have asked to go fight the pirates. Should I be telling medical that you've got a case of the ouchies?"


@j8cob, I love the humour in your review. I've made some edits of the spells as requested:

Warrior's Zeal

Before: The power of Thrust is placed in the arms and legs of the user, allowing them to attack and defend with vigorous amounts of speed and power through momentum.

After: The power of Thrust is placed in the arms and legs of the user, allowing them to attack with vigorous amounts of speed and power through momentum, as well as open up the ability to swiftly dodge attacks.

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Terra Uprise

Before: One of the stronger attacks of a Thrust user, the user can apply thrust to the ground, causing it to shoot upwards under or around the target area. This can be used in a multitude of ways, with the user being able to suddenly create a landfall beneath a foe’s feet to lifting the ground before them to block an attack (and then sending that same ground toward the enemy).

After: One of the stronger attacks of a Thrust user, the user can apply thrust to the ground, causing it to shoot upwards under or around the target area. This can be used in a multitude of ways, with the user being able to suddenly create a landfall beneath a foe’s feet to lifting the ground before them to block an attack. This spell can only be cast in one direction, meaning the user can't just uprise in all directions, and can't modify the direction it is cast in after it is cast.

If you said that whole name out loud, furniture would start floating.
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