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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]

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.

[witchless.livejournal.com]

Just wait for one to approach. [Another shot to the idol and an Agi.]

[j3gus.livejournal.com]

You're the senior. [Dave, tapping his sword against his shoulder, glanced aside at the shadows that were circling. They looked really weird until they got close, though.

Jumping back the moment he saw another Visceral Maya, Dave held his sword in a defensive stance.]

Got a V.M, Homerun.

[witchless.livejournal.com]

Alright [Phoenix materializes and shoots of an Agi at the shadow-

it's not quite down yet though.]

[j3gus.livejournal.com]

You're quick on the uptake. [He was thoroughly impressed, but it looked like that spell wasn't going to do the trick.

Dave darted aside so he could put another dancing hand in the way of the Visceral Maya, slicing at one of its fingers before continuing.]

So, an hour of this? Sounds fun.

[witchless.livejournal.com]

An hour every night. [Another Agi and the Visceral Maya falls over]

Though you can't get in alone.

[j3gus.livejournal.com]

It's fine. I'm tired of grinding this kind of thing alone, anyway.

[Dave, glancing over his shoulder, swung and took out yet another Dancing Hand. Up front, one of the Crying Tables was approaching.]