[radishyes]

💬 messenger: noir

noir: ...i can explain

radish: uh huh

radish: no explanation required

radish: peace! :)

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[radishyes]

💬 messenger: noir

noir: uhh wdym?

radish: don't fuck me around come on

radish: did you sleep with me to hurt her

radish: real simple question

[radishyes]

💬 messenger: noir

noir: what's up?

radish: won't take long

radish: were you fucking me to get back at star

[radishyes]

💬 messenger: noir

radish: hey

radish: question

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playerares‌:

radish’s arrival was one which was unexpected but also expected. the two of them were usually joint at the hip but as of late, both of them had been preoccupied with other things that their time together had been cut rather short. ares was more than stubborn, he hated to ask for help even when he was in dire need. he had done what he could to keep to himself but that meant avoiding radish (which he hated). if he was honest, he was mostly hiding from the five members because he knew that one or two of them, if not all of them, would be on his back sooner or later now that news had spread that he was continuing their antics from before but solo. “nothing, i’m… fine, psh.” he tried his luck but knew radish wasn’t about to let him get away with this one. “how’re you, good looking?” he grinned, tugging a shirt on but with great discomfort. 

he ignored the pet name completely, now focused on the fact that he was clearly injured, and clearly not taking the proper steps to take care of himself. it wasn’t hard to see a mystic around here, and it was even less hard to at least buff your health through minor potions—so what was he doing, and why? “fuck that, you think i’m stupid? come on.” radish wasn’t a mystic, but he was more than proficient with potions. he opened his inventory. “sit down and tell me what you were fucked up with so i can make the right salve—” his eyes flashed over to ares, almost daring him to challenge. radish was...well, small, and more of a loud mouth than anything else, but boy could he be a persistent pain in the ass when he wanted to be. ares would not be getting out of this one. “i’m serious. sit down. what happened?”

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loginoccasus‌:

“I need to change something,” Rae commented, moreso to herself than anyone else despite being surrounded by other players. She pulled back the string of a bow to test the draw weight. Every few months, she became fixated on training. There was always one reason or another. Her aim was nearly impeccable, and yet she continued to obsess. In the process, the things that really mattered often fell to the wayside. “I feel stuck, you know? In a rut, or whatever.” A low level monster poked its head out from behind a shrub, and Rae let the air fly. It found its home in the monster’s neck with a noise that used to turn her stomach, now she hardly even noticed it.

“here’s a thinker for ya—you probably feel stuck because we are literally stuck. take that, metaphors.” he leaned against a tree nearby, ignoring the small add-on creatures she was grinding on. he was, as they say, over it. “but you know some wise dude once told me that the best way to get unstuck was to do something spontaneous...” radish paused for a minute and then snorted. “but he’s fuckin’ dead as shit now, so what the fuck did he know, right?”

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conejitacatalan‌:

Her eyes stung with tears as he spat the word Circus at her. Perfect. 

“You don’t get it, do you?” she asked, her voice loud and cracking. “I can’t join your little clique, I’m not a great team player. Blood Oath and Unity look down on people like me, people with red cursors. You ever have to introduce yourself to people with this over your head? Because I have. For the past few years.”

She sniffed as a tear fell down her face; Conejita wiped away the tear and shook her head. “No. You wouldn’t get it. Because you had people when that happened,” she said, now gesturing toward his red cursor. “You had me. You had your Blood Oath friends. You had your whole guild who loves you regardless. I had no one. I was sixteen, Benji. I was sixteen and I didn’t mean to get this cursor! I am punished every day for defending myself because when people look at me they don’t see me.”

Time to turn it back onto him. She lifted her head back up and blinked quickly, trying to get the tears welling up to hurry. “Not everyone is like you, Benji,” she said, her voice softening. “Not everyone can look past this.”

he wasn’t in the best headspace. that was clear. and it was probably just about the worst place to be having this conversation, for him at least. it was hard to be rational or level-headed for radish in a regular situation, and this? this was asking a lot. he shook his head, scratched at it like he was trying to set something loose. “that—that doesn’t make any sense, dude.” 

because it didn’t right? sure, he understood. at least, he understood enough. he might not ever be able to fully relate to her situation, but he could settle in her shoes enough. he’d been one of those people who had scoffed at red cursors, and now, even with one over his own head—sometimes he still did. but he couldn’t wrap his head around her argument. “if you’re as ashamed of that as you fuckin’ claim to be,” he started, jabbing a finger at her cursor just as she did with his— “then why you join a group of people who thrive on it? why would you band up with people who only want to stay in this fuckin’ game and kill people? that’s what they are. that’s what you’re joining. don’t give me this fuckin ‘they’re the only ones who understand’ bullshit because it’s fucking bullshit. and i’m sorry that you were defending yourself i get that it fucking sucks, trust me, i know it sucks, but what the fuck? your solution is to join the fuckin’ clown death squads?” 

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zcndi‌:

Radish’s not-so-little bag of loot made loud clangs on the table set up outside of Jal and Rae’s cabin. Their hands moved swiftly through the bag, picking up little trinkets and putting them back down. His fast words seemed a bit more frantic today, and his spirits were clearly down as he slumped his way into an attempt of comfort. They pulled a joint out from behind their ear, swirling it between their fingers and clicking their tongue to get his attention.

“I think you need to relax,” Jal said, sliding the wrap to the other mage.

“relax, i’m told,” he said, voice high and light as always as he tucked his arms behind his bed, the stereotypical pose of relaxation. he’d probably fool most people, but thanos wasn’t most people. they had him clocked pretty well by now. still, radish was nothing if not a facade. “i ain’t nothin’ but relaxed, thannie. been living the good life. loot, spoils, slayin’ monsters—y’know, if you’d told ten year old me this would be my life, i’d been fuckin’ jacked on that idea, man. fully pumped.” radish’s eyes slid down to the bag of loot, and for a fleeting moment, there was nothing but a vulnerable sadness. it was gone as quickly as it arrived. “so!” he snapped back upright, heels tapping on the ground. “see anything you like? discount prices for my favorite fuckin’ info dumpin’ mage.”

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conejitacatalan‌:

Fucking fuck. He really hated Circus enough to end a panic attack over calling out the black ink stretching from the corners back together on her arm. Its lines intertwined and connected, tying themselves together like hair tangling in the wind. Conejita stepped forward, closing the gap he created between the two of them. “That’s what I was going to tell you today.”

With a deep breath, she tried to meet his eyes. “I finally decided on a guild. Circus would have me, they train together, they’re loyal to death,  so… I joined.”

“i—i’m sorry—” sometimes, when under a certain level of panic, you needed some hot, fresh information to cut through the haze. something else for your mind to latch onto. and conejita dropping the bomb that she’d decided to join circus? oh yeah, that’d do it. “i’m sorry, you decided on circus? what the fuck? those parameters you just described are literally applicable to like...so many other fuckin’ guilds. you shittin’ me?”

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“been thinkin’ ‘bout starting a fuckin’ diary.” he dropped a large leather sack full of what appeared to be loot (from floor 59, no less) right onto the table. “you know, some cathartic-like shit. you think that stuff is forreal? or you think it’s bullshit? in this fuckin’ mage’s opinion, it’s bullshit.” radish seemed a particular brand of chatty today as he slumped down in the chair, frumpled and sore. it would seem that with his recent hike in levels he enjoyed a hike in *recklessness*, the kind of risks he never used to take. but he was all in one piece, right? “so, whatcha think? diary?” 

[radishyes]

Hey guys!! Just wanted to post a lil update. My mother had two serious surgeries so I’ve been living at the hospital as of late. But I miss you guys, and everything is looking much better!! Pls hit me up on discord or IMs and lemme know what I’ve missed so I can ruin all the good times. ;) <3

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usernameachilles‌:

Achilles sat back on the couch in his office half asleep. Trying to keep his eyes focused on Radish, though he had to admit that his word  sound like garble to his ears. That sleep he had promised countless people, had last all of four hours. Before he was up and about again. Checking in with Kali, Zoner and Willow. Checking on his people in general; afraid that he would wake up to an empty guild hall, the catalyst guild wiped out. With Radish now looking at him expectedly; Achilles cleared his throat, and wiped the sleep out of his eyes.

 “Ummm…see if Kali has anything that needs doing. Or you could start working on those buff things you we’re talking about.” Running a hand over his face, he stood. A little wobbly before catching himself and straightening. He had been going none stop, only getting a few hours a sleep after staying up damn near the whole night after the battle. Refusing to leave the hospital until the second day ( when he had no other choice.) When he did sleep it was there. In a chair in Luna, Padme, Hades or Zeus room….just in case. Achilles gave the younger man a sad smile, as he placed a hand on his shoulder. “ Thank you for all your help Radish. I’m going to head back to 52 for a couple of hours and get those updates.” 

“yeah...” radish wasn’t blind to how hard achilles had been working. it was probably 70% of the reason why he’d gotten his own ass in gear. a sense of duty only took him so far, but watching someone he cared about struggle would push him most of the way. “i’ll ask her. buffs are already in the works. used my own recipe because it’s better—padme has me beat on healing but i know my way around a fuckin’ buff, you know?” he teased, mostly because he couldn’t handle being this serious for this long, no matter how stressed he was or how tense everyone around him felt. “but uh...”

radish scratched at the back of his head and scrunched his nose. “here’s the thing—i don’t think you should get those updates. i think you should take a nap, and i’ll get the updates.” he nodded with his chin over to achilles, who looked about as bad as he probably felt. “no offense dude but you look like fuckin’ shit right now. you should sleep. no one ever healed any faster cause you ran yourself ragged.”

[radishyes]

location: ares’ home

players: radish & @playerares

“tch, bitch, do you think i can’t tell when you’re ducking me, you’re totally ducking me and that’s fucked up.” radish burst into ares’ home like he owned it, like it was his place, like he was entering his apartment after a long day at work and just wanted to kick back—loud and with an obnoxiously loud groan. “it’s been such a fucking shitty week, right, with this dinosaur bullshit. i love dinosaurs. that’s fucked up that it tried to eat us. the good news is rutabaga kicked the shit outta those other add-on raptors—” he was totally fine to keep chattering away at ares until he finally looked up and saw him, shirtless (usually a nice view) and covered in bruises (not a nice view at all). “what the...dude. what the fuck. what happened to you?”

[radishyes]

location: hospital

players: radish & @hadeswrxtes

he hadn’t expected hades to be awake at this point. he figured he’d be deep off in la la land like luna, passed the fuck out, and he’d only wanted to come by and see him. verification for his own eyes that he was still alive and that he’d be fine. he was surprised to see him, eyes open, looking a bit like he’d just stumbled out of a nightclub at 3 am—you know, that drugged up high as fuck look of confusion. “oh shit, look who’s up. how’s it hanging, jurassic park?” he stood at the foot of hades’ bed, hovered over the chart left there. of course, it wasn’t a normal chart—no pushing 3CC of epi here. it was just a list of the spells used, whatever the mystics did to start to heal his body and take the pain away. “looks like they set you up reeeeal nice with those pain reliever spells.” 

[radishyes]

location: catalyst hq

players: radish & @usernameachilles

“so i did some of the schedules and got zoner to set up guard shifts and i made sure our mystics were restocking on the potions and i think we really fucked up with the buffs i don’t think we pay enough attention to buffs so i’m putting in more orders for the buffs i think if we had more defense buffs we would have been in a better position but that’s just me—” radish uncrossed his arms and shoved his hands in his pockets, standing in front of achilles as he chewed on his lip. “anyway...i did all that. anything else you think i should be doing?”

[radishyes]

IM HERE IM THRIVING WHO WANTS POST BATTLE THREADS LIKE THIS SHIT

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creolevenus‌:

Location: clinic ( somewhere lool)

players: open @veliastart

Venus released the breath she held; stepping outside behind the clinic. With the battle complete and the next level open. She was even busier; glad she was able to get those extra baskets of supplies out to as many guilds and players as she could — now the real world began. If you were fortunate enough to belong to one of the five guilds. Once injured in the battle you had the option of returning to your guilds infirmary to get patched up.

not everyone was so lucky. Smaller guilds were forced to rely on the limited healing available by their healer( if they even had one in their party)

Solos were left to fend for themselves. Either counting on the graces of a mystic willing to help them, or seeking that medical attention on fifty- two at the hospital. Venus struck an agreement with a local clinic. One, that she and volunteers could bring the wounded after a battle if they didn’t want to go to the hospital. Pooling their resources in a time of need to help as many people as they could.

Now, five hours after the battle. She was exhausted, every muscle in her body tight; screaming for some kind of relief. Leaning against the wall, a slight frown on her face as she pressed her body against the cool bricks. Her limbs thanking her for the special treatment as she clutched her crystal.

“ I really hate this place sometimes.”

“whaaat? really? so weird because i fuckin’ love it.” now, arguably, post-battle was the worst time to be a shithead—but half his damn guild was down and he was in a bit of a mood. it wasn’t a good thing when radish was the one who got out unscathed. that was just...ridiculous. “what are you doing? putting in hours. clinicals? getting a degree? work study?” he could have gone on, but he lost his energy halfway through and shrugged. “lookin’ for something specific. someone told me you might have it.”