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Lv. 29
HP: 341/341 SP: 300/300 MP: 30/30
(300) + 10 + 10% (300) + 0 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0%
STR – 121 (100) + 5 + 15% | AGI – 55 (50) + 10% | END – 42 (40) + 5% | DEX – 40 (40) | LUC – 11 (11)


The group separated once more. This time, it was a ladies night out. Encountering a ghost as they moved through the fog would have sucked, since they only had one talisman. Still though, Mags was ready to suplex a ghost straight into the ground. That or haul ass since she can't grab a ghost. Ames fears of the land wasn't exactly reciprocated by Mags. After all, Mags was the type of person to bust into a haunted house while screaming that she was going to beat the shit out of the ghost.

They quickly found themselves hiding behind trees. Oni were feasting on a bear. Man, Oni cuisine was a bit behind. Maybe if they had salt and fire... Alternatively, they could have just been dismantling to take back elsewhere. Well, that wasn't important.

The two had a quick discussion on what to do.

"Yea. Onis. Red and blue, like that myth only weebs remember." She was less saddened about the bear dying, though. "It's a bear. You'd be out camping in the woods and BANG. Suddenly you're being mauled."

When Ames brought up the plan of attack, Mags instantly knew what she wanted to do.

"Sure, why not." She had already gone ahead, getting the Oni's attention and waving with a wild amount of enthusiasm. "Wus poppin', bros?"

Instead of just ending it there, Mags decided to do an international peace maneuver. One that anyone, even an Oni, would understand. Her body began to move to an invisible beat. The international dance of peace and prosperity was now being performed.


Thankfully, they had left the now-decimated cafe faster than they had arrived. Lilliane seemed to only stand in specific spots around the room. She was inspecting it for anything that was wrong. Really, Taras and Lilliane looked more like housing appraisers than anything else. Still, it was better than what Chloe was doing with those two forks. That was a very low bar to cross, unfortunately.

"Disassembly," Lilliane said curtly as she carefully dragged the back of a now gloved hand across the wallpaper. Her explanation of her power didn't carry anything that they wouldn't have already known. For someone like her, information was power. Even if she could absolutely trust the people she just fought alongside, she still wouldn't tell them anything more. Everything was on a need to know basis. They didn't need to know.

"I would suppose we should all prepare in some manner." Lilianne added, moving through her pockets as she went to check what she actually had on her. "Because I would hazard a guess that sudden violent encounters are going to become the new normal."

To Till, she made some small talk. "I've always been partial to the idea of the M1911. It's very... American. Hard to find in France." The names that he listed, however, did evoke some knowledge. "The reindeer that Saint Nicholas had? Abwehr code names are usually tongue-in-cheek."
i'd be down
Lv. 29
HP: 341/341 SP: 300/300 MP: 30/30
(300) + 10 + 10% (300) + 0 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0%
STR – 121 (100) + 5 + 15% | AGI – 55 (50) + 10% | END – 42 (40) + 5% | DEX – 40 (40) | LUC – 11 (11)
Star-Studded Rebellion, Pentozali
Weapons
Pickaxe - Uncommon
Shovel - Uncommon

Equipment:
No Helmet
Beasthide Gown - Common Armor
Beasthide Bracers - Common Arm Equipment
No Leg Equipment
Thornspike Boots - Common Shoes

Accessories:
Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR


The grove was spooky. Grove evoked some sense of nature. Trees like needle reaching far into the sky. Greenery. Things of that sort. A beautiful place was to be expected. Instead, she got a smoggy deadlands. Moodier than she thought it would be. Still, it least it wasn't some poorly textured mountains that looked like geometry errors. It had character, she'd give it that.

Just as soon as they arrived, Ari went off on her own again. Mags gave a chuckle at that. She was going to die. Well, it wasn't like dying was some actual penalty. At least, not yet.

"Eh, I'd say leave her," Mags told the group, "She pays her own sub."

Well, not that it really mattered. Lugh had already ran off to protect her. Call him an orbiter, call him a white knight. In any case, they were back to the A-team that could at least earn the respect of a frog. Expectedly, Amulak and Raime both voiced their frustration at Ari and Lugh's gungho attitude.

"Eh, leave 'em. They'll learn on their own." Mags told the group. Then she added in some harassment of the highest degree. "Who knows, they might even find love in the battlefield."

Her hands were doing the funny porking gesture as she was doing that.
Lv. 29
HP: 341/341 SP: 300/300 MP: 30/30
(300) + 10 + 10% (300) + 0 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0%
STR – 121 (100) + 5 + 15% | AGI – 55 (50) + 10% | END – 42 (40) + 5% | DEX – 40 (40) | LUC – 11 (11)
Star-Studded Rebellion, Pentozali
Weapons
Pickaxe - Uncommon
Shovel - Uncommon

Equipment:
No Helmet
Beasthide Gown - Common Armor
Beasthide Bracers - Common Arm Equipment
No Leg Equipment
Thornspike Boots - Common Shoes

Accessories:
Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR


"Smuch as I'd like to ice a child," Mags added to the Amulak's activity suggestions, "I'd rather not become an outlaw this early on. The tunnels or whatever sounds fun, though."

Mags wasn't exactly morally righteous about the entire child murder affair. After all, she was the type of person that installed more gore and child killing mods to her Senior Rolls playthroughs. It wasn't like it was the real world with actual people. If it was real and the big plot twist at the end of Cacaphony was that it was another world connected by VR, then that wouldn't be her problem either. That'd be probably class action against... whatever company made the game again? She couldn't really remember the name.




Her time at the market was considerably less eventful than the others. She looked for bricks and other cheap throwables so she wouldn't have to rely on rocks all the time. Couldn't find them. She'd probably have to demolish a house or something. Maybe find a wholesale building supply store. Horogi Depot. Hell, she'd make Horogi Depot if she had to. Poisons were also hard to find. It wasn't like she was looking for some nefarious poison, either. She didn't care if it stank to high heaven and make a big skull-shaped cloud o'death when the vial was opened. She wanted to hork poison at the eyes of her enemies, but all she found were vermin removers. Pesky laws, probably. She couldn't ask a guard about it, either. "Hey, where can I get powerful poison?" does not make for a good look.

She decided that she'd instead go for field tools. If she couldn't find bricks to buy, she'd make them. By slamming a pickaxe into a rock, of course! Though, they'd be less brick shaped and be more... rock shaped. Really, she was spending money to ensure that she had a throwable rock wherever there was a large rock nearby.

And she did find field supplies! There were sledgehammers, pickaxes, shovels, drills, and more. Pretty much anything a self-sufficient adventurer needed. Looking at her finances and the levels of tools there were, she decided on purchasing two uncommon ones. A pickaxe and a scoop. Out from her wallet went 16000 Rishi. Uncommon tools were hella expensive, but she now had the ability to dig holes and mine shit. They also scaled pretty well with her STR if they didn't already because of her passive.

Well, all that was left was to go wait for Amulak and the others so they could dungeon the ol' tunnels of necromancy-gittin'.


Christ, who was she running after? Jesse Owens? Lilliane wasn't exactly an athlete, but she could hold her own when it came to running. Despite this, the nazi managed to fuck off and go god knows where. With no more target to track, she went back to the ruins of the cafe and entered through one of the human sized holes she made.

Fortunately, this meant that she wasn't under threat of being immediately shot by a panicking gunwoman. Her stand, apparently invisible to the woman, materialized behind her. Its broken, jittering form creaked and ached its claw extended above the woman's head and gently scraped along the barrel of the gun. Almost instantly, the mechanics of the gun came undone. The spring flew from the front of the gun, the magazine fell, and the slide flung itself away from the frame as each component of the pistol disassembled.

"How unlucky. Anyways, she got away. <No point staying here,>" she said with the final portion in a tone that could only be described as native, "<unless you'd wish to be caught. And I'd like to avoid deaths, even if they are Nazis. Unless you can surely erase them, there will be blood. They aren't going to target only partisans, either.>"
Lv. 29
HP: 341/341 SP: 300/300 MP: 30/30
(300) + 10 + 10% (300) + 0 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0%
STR – 121 (100) + 5 + 15% | AGI – 55 (50) + 10% | END – 42 (40) + 5% | DEX – 40 (40) | LUC – 11 (11)
Star-Studded Rebellion, Pentozali
Weapons
No Main Hand
No Off Hand

Equipment:
No Helmet
Beasthide Gown - Common Armor
Beasthide Bracers - Common Arm Equipment
No Leg Equipment
Thornspike Boots - Common Shoes

Accessories:
Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR


She was back on that grind. Despite being a capital G gamer, however, she didn't spend the entire night grinding mobs like some people. She instead tried to unlock alchemy. After all, the vision she had of her class wasn't a dumb brute fighter. It had a certain elegance to it. She wanted to buttchug health potions, huff drugs to get stat boosts, and hurl poisons at her enemies. For that, she'd probably require an alchemist-like creation class. Alternatively, some kind of hidden drug lord class.

Thus, her time researching alchemy was mostly a waste. At some point, she just gave up any semblance of human reason and began to eat herbs. She ingested a lot of grass. A lot. It wasn't even magic healing grass or super sharp throat cutting grass. She just ate grass. Her brain reverted to her elementary school days. The only high that she could get was climbing a tree.


When she arrived to the group the next day, she was a changed person. Her strength was now herculean. Ten ordinary men, after all. Well, that's if it was a linear growth. She hadn't exactly limit tested what 100 strength felt like. She could probably kick that frog's ass now. She looked fierce as hell. The only problem was that her wallet was completely full. Considering how she hadn't spent a single rishi, she was likely one of the richest out of all of the goober squad.

As greetings were shared, Ari talked about her corpse experience. Death was unironically sending someone to get gaol'd. She now had paper stuck to her arm. Either Fa Trung gave her a super talisman or she also unlocked her nuclei.

"I also gotta go to the markets," she added, "I gotta buy some throwable shit. Rocks ain't cutting it. Gotta get some bricks, plates, and maybe a steel chair."
Lv. 9
HP: 220/220 SP: 200/200 MP: 30/30
(200) + 10% (200) + 0% + 0 (30) + 0% + 0
STR – 48 (41) + 15% | AGI – 27 (26) + 10% | END – 23 (21) + 5% | DEX – 20 (20) | LUC – 10 (10)
Equipment:
Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR


"Guh, fuck you gravity."

That was smarts. Her huge play ended up putting her in a bad spot as she collided with the ground. Despite the reduced pain setting, the funny bone still sent shocks. She was now at a disadvantage. A prime picking for a frog's leg to slam into her spine and finally end the fight.

As she turned back to look at the action, she saw his spear firmly lodged into the toad's body, shatter, then turn to ash. Was the frog slain? She began to count to herself as if it were a wrestling match. One... Two... Thr- he kicked out. Rather than choosing to continue the fight, he threw the coin down at Klein. Well, he may have got the coin thrown at him, but Mags was the one that used him as a projectile weapon. She had just as much claim to the loot as him, if not more.

"Mmmind if I roll... need?"

She upgraded her stats as she asked. 6 in Agi, 10 in Dex. She was pretty strong. Better to balance out her martial stats for now. She also removed the baby diaper for now. She didn't want to wear that thing for more than she had to.
Lv. 9
HP: 93/230 SP: 160/200 MP: 30/30
(200) + 10% + 10 (200) + 0% + 0 (30) + 0% + 0
STR – 53 (41) + 15% + 5 | AGI – 22 (20) + 10% | END – 23 (21) + 5% | DEX – 10 (10) | LUC – 10 (10)
Equipment:
Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR
@Shovel

It worked. Not well, but it worked. Mags gave enough time for them to wound the frog with the spear. Unfortunately, that victory was short lived as the man with the spear was sent airborne. Now she was in the danger zone. Less than half her health left. Her virtual body was going to begin to break down. The only respite she took is that she set her own pain to 10%. Judging by the look of their archer, she was still going strong in comparison. This was no time to quit her plan. Not because she cared about her comrades living through this fight. Nah, their lives were meaningless. It was a game after all. No, this was pure sunken cost fallacy.

With every ounce of strength she could gather, she leapt off the ground. She was certain she could hop over Ames with her strength. Her goal was to grab hold of the airborne Klein and, as she met with the ground once more, toss the burning brute at the frog. To hell with the consequences. If he slammed into her territory, it was his own damn fault for not taking the frog down with him. Even if he did practically take a bullet for her, it was entirely useless if they all died to this dumb frog.
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