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Cyneburg
Location: The house by the road North of Salarn
Interacting with: Eh
Well it seemed that Kyra and the other new woman were too busy conversing, and it was still raining wolves and bobcats so Cyneburg shrugged and made her way inside the house. Once inside she removed her backpack and set it down on the floor to see the damage. It was composed of deerhide and was treated to be water resistant. Normally you would need to nearly submerge the thing to get the innards wet, but given the amount of rain that had poured down, she wasn't entirely sure that wasn't the case. Flipping open the hatch revealed that the outsides of most of the containers therein were slippery and covered with a thin sheen of water, but otherwise fine. Cyneburg fetched out her kettle. Maybe she could get some use out of all this rain.
"Excuse me," she spoke loud enough for everyone in the small building to hear, "Would anyone happen to have any tea leave on them? I've got a kettle and I was thinking having a hot drink would help everyone relax after today's travels. Would make for a good compliment to food." Regardless of any answer she may or may not get, she would also fetch out a wooden pipe and a small container of tobacco. A smoke was something she hadn't had in a while. She'd go about her business multitasking, setting the kettle (if needed) outside to collect water with the pipe in her mouth, grabbing a bit of food that Keystone was kind enough to provide (that she would thank him for) and a light for the tobacco from the fireplace at one time, finding a spot to sit back and relax. Maybe talk to somebody if the situation presented itself. Most of the day might have been miserable, but the night could be refreshing.
Still in process of doing collabs. Progress has been slow
Location: Apartment 2B -> The Gym -> Apartment 2B again
Beep Beep
Everything was back to normal. Same 6 AM alarm. Same room. Same apartment. Mali tried to shrug off her thoughts as she went about her morning schedule. She brushed her teeth with the same toothbrush as yesterday, grabbed the same old water bottle and put on workout clothes that were definitely not the same as yesterday's (gross), but still a familiar set of clothes that she wore quite a bit. It was only when she passed by her dresser again to grab her phone that she really took notice of that business card that that kid had given her yesterday.
It sat there in the shuttered twilight, giving off only the dimmest of reflections possible. As if the atmosphere of the city and what had transpired mere hours ago suppressed even natural phenomena. The red light it glimmered with was just enough to make out the words again: Relic. A quiet uneasiness came over the room and time slowed to a crawl. Mali's hand moved before she could think about what it was doing and picked up the card. Call in case of emergencies, eh? Maybe that will come in handy sooner than she would have thought less than 12 hours ago. She pocketed the card, noting to herself to commit the phone number to memory later. A business card can be a fragile thing.
The walk to the gym and the process of working out went as they usually did, but Mali couldn't stop the thoughts about last night any longer. Every movement her body took had her mind react, going over every last detail of not just the death, but also everything she had seen on the scene afterward. She wasn't really disturbed, or traumatized by the event. It's not like she killed or was attached to the deceased girl, but the event still didn't sit with her well. It just didn't feel right. Maybe that's just how it feels like to witness a bizarre suicide. Music did little to quiet her thoughts, but she kept the headphones in, if only to keep a rhythm to keep the exercise going at a steady pace.
It wasn't until on the way home when some meth head rushed her that Mali managed to truly separate her mind from the night prior. And even then, she didn't fully process that she was getting jumped until he had punched her in the face for the third time. Fucking hell, no good deed goes unpunished in Justice, does it? The meth head reared back for a fourth punch, this time to find it blocked by a thick forearm and then suddenly Mali's fist was lodged directly into his face.
Mali stepped in to follow up, but received another punch square in the gut that knocked the breath out of her. She managed to avoid doubling over through sheer force of will, blocking another attack from the strung out druggie. She grit her teeth and sucked in a lungful of air that her body desperately needed, it filled her exhausted muscles with enough energy for the next thing she was about to do. She threw an uppercut that caught the druggie in the solar plexus, knocking the breath out of him. She then completely returned the favor he dealt and then some, punching him twice in the face, the second time extending out her thumb, which caught his eyeball, pushing it in with a satisfyingly bloody squish. Mali withdrew her fist and noted that she'd need to wash her thumb extra well once she got home. For all she knew the guy's blood was 50% meth. The druggie grabbed his eye and ran off into the crowd before Mali could finish him off.
Wait.
Crowd? It was then that Mali looked around and saw that she was indeed standing in the middle of the sidewalk, surrounded by a ring of people, staring some of which had cellphones out, pointed at her and at least one kid in the back shouting "Worldstar! Worldstar!"
"What are you looking at?" Mali snapped at the audience, wiping her thumb on her leg, "Get out of here!" The crowd gave her an extra wide berth as she left the scene of the fight. The joys of life in the city never ended.
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Funny thing. Someone's actually playing the fastest frame we've got with a rather bad experience rate. Used to not have the greatest sync too.
You shouldn't base your framewerk on your stats. Instead, adapt your strategy to your stats.
That would be me btw. I have like the second lowest Experience Rate and only slightly above average Sync. Also have the lowest totaled stats and decided to use what is potentially the most dangerous Framewerk due to how bad a crash could end sup.
BOOSTPOWER
Sure
@Aewin Want to collab, and how?
Cyneburg
Location: The house by the road North of Salarn
Interacting with: (almost) Malkus, Sana
Hot, covered in burns (well, all the ones from this morning, only a couple minor new ones from fire fighting) and sweaty, although it was indistinguishable on the rain soaked druid, Cyneburg looked over what the three man team had accomplished. That was a fire extinguished, (Druid job accomplished) and a shelter salvaged from it. Sure it was wet and dirty now, but it was 9 hells of a lot drier than the storm outside. Cyneburg was a dirty girl, the mess wouldn't bother her, although all the water would still make sleeping indoors for the first time in months not the most pleasant experience she's had. Still, you just had to grin and bear it. Still, with that done Cyne had the chance to deal with the 5 other things bothering her.
She turned around towards where the body of that other half-orc had been. Vanished. Oh well. He might have been the child of one of the orcs that populated the area. He wouldn't trust a bunch of humans. Next, the druid approached the gypsy woman who appeared to have some magical abilities tied to music.
"Evening, my name's Cyneburg. If you don't mind me asking, who are you?" Kyra and Keystone seemed familiar with her, but nobody else appeared to. It was one thing for a total stranger to come out of the woods, but when there were pre-established relationships that only a couple people were privy to, Cyne's interested was piqued.
RIP Keeper. Assassinated by the Cruxi.
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