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[j3gus.livejournal.com]

i need someone to give me the low down
a little explanation as to why i got robbed and kidnapped
and why i have a phone full of contacts
access to this really shitty looking a/v chat
im a hungry mind yearning for knowledge
undulating in wait for a savage assault on my tender think pan
but as much as i want out of this retarded looking shithole
i dont think i quite have the cash for it
so along with my unquestionably insatiable desire for throbbing enlightenment
i may need one of you weirdos to lend me like 500 bucks
alright peace
ps: thanks for not raping me

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[j3gus.livejournal.com]

Never fought these guys before.

Still. [He gave his phone one more glance.]

I'd hate to have someone less rudely confident dealing with monsters. More work I do--less work other people gotta do.

[witchless.livejournal.com]

I can respect that.

Some of the resist physical attacks. I'll deal with them.

[j3gus.livejournal.com]

Alright. What works on the ones that're immune?

[He could be all business when he needed to. Just as he said this, though, the Dark Hour began.]

[witchless.livejournal.com]

Spells. [Oh boy here comes a Visceral Maya.]

This is one of resistant ones. [And Phoenix will show up for her to fire off an Agi]

[j3gus.livejournal.com]

Cool.

[Dave, leaning his sword against his shoulder, looked on as Lugh formed besides him--analyzing the shadow before it disappeared.]

[witchless.livejournal.com]

[She'll continue to use the attack until it dies/disappears]

There. [To the tower!]

[j3gus.livejournal.com]

Well, shit. [He did not notice what the school turned into.]

Alright, grungy viking, let's fuckin' do this. [Lugh disappeared, as if denying his involvement for the moment.]

Or not, dick.

[witchless.livejournal.com]

[not quite the school, just an abandoned building a quick walk from the school]

You might not have attack skills yet.

[j3gus.livejournal.com]

[lug you douche ur doin it wrog]

Great. So, he's got a sword for no good reason? All those muscles and that weird ass armor just so he can chill and chat with me while I do the work.

[witchless.livejournal.com]

You gain skills after you've battled enough of these monsters.

[j3gus.livejournal.com]

I guessed. Looks like he can only analyze something instead of using that shitty 'sord' of his.

Any idea about which level on the metaphorical ladder I've gotta be on till this guy does useful shit?

[witchless.livejournal.com]

I seem to get new skills every ten levels.

[j3gus.livejournal.com]

Well, fuck. Good thing you're around to handle the ones I can't touch.

[witchless.livejournal.com]

That's why it's best to go in a group.

Other people can handle what you might not be able to.

[j3gus.livejournal.com]

Alright. So, on this level, how many types of monsters are there? How many of them are immune to our regular weapons?

[He tapped his sword against his shoulder. Despite being a rude pre-teen, Dave was a master when it came to multi-tasking and maximizing efficiency in this kind of setting.]

[witchless.livejournal.com]

This is the first block- only four monsters are here.

Only the one we just ran into is immune to physical attacks. One is resistant to fire, it's called the Crying Table.

[j3gus.livejournal.com]

Got'cha. How about the remaining two types?

[witchless.livejournal.com]

Dancing hands are weak to fire and block ice. Those won't be a problem.

Primitive idols are weak to lighting and block light and darkness skills.

[j3gus.livejournal.com]

So, three types of these shadows are something I can handle and I don't use magical type attacks. Do you know which ones are weaker or slower than the others?

If not, I guess I'll find out. [With that, Dave drew his sword at the hip in a surprisingly disciplined stance.]

[witchless.livejournal.com]

The dancing hands are the weakest shadows.

[j3gus.livejournal.com]

Alright. Then, let's maximize our potential a bit. I'll get the dancing hands and crying tables. You get the other two so we don't waste any time kicking an obscene amount of ass.

[witchless.livejournal.com]

Okay. That sounds good. [Okay gun, sword, fire-- let's do this.]

[j3gus.livejournal.com]

[Dave just sort of takes off, assuming Homura's good enough to shoot freely without popping him in the back or something. That would just be a lame way to go. Oh, wait--

Without much adieu, he jumps past a dancing hand, doing a pirouette off of its base before slicing it in the back with his sword.]

Oh, man, these enemies are godawful and shitty.

[witchless.livejournal.com]

[She'll shoot at a Primitive Idol]

Every one starts somewhere.

[j3gus.livejournal.com]

Come on, isn't this a little weak? [He didn't wait for it to retaliate--only really giving it another harsh slice through its center to finish it.]

Bring on the fuckin' tables.