“NO NO NO, JESUS, USE THE DAMAGE BUFF SONG, come on dude, seriously?” A certain blue haired gamer was currently sitting cross legged in front of her tv, a headset placed half heartedly over her head. She wasn’t really in the mood for chatting, but this particular raid had her ******** heated because as the only tank in the whole group A alliance, she was starting to feel the heat from the boss. Her healers were doing the best they could but damn DPS was low and nothing irritated her more when she had to work twice as hard just to beat a boss.
“I can’t ******** switch to dps stance you pos.” She shook the controller at the screen, “Not that I wouldn’t have a problem holding aggro with your pansy a** ninja game. I got better skills then that in person!” She almost threw the remote as the boss tipped into the 5% HP range and they were quickly coming up to enrage. “Limit break, limit break I swear to god Ninja if you don’t ******** do it-YES!” She threw her hands up and grinned, the boss defeated. Ciaran Cassidy took a deep breath and set her controller down. “That’s right b***h, talk to me again when you get those skills OH TANK s**t-” She laughed, “RNG gods were like ******** this group. Nah man, The ninja was a pos, I comm’d the other healer. Thanks for keeping me alive!” She laughed again, “Nah, I got sword classes tonight. I’d stay longer but we cleared the raid so thats chill. Oh? Yeah okay, I’ll let you know on Saturday if I can help out? Sure, I mean I don’t have much going on till the semester-No. You need a dps yeah? Samurai is up...or Ninja...or Dragoon. Dragoon is item level-uh...319. Yeah! Well I wanted to get Warrior to 330 first.” She huffed, “Yeah no seriously I’m gonna be late okay? I’ll talk to you later!” Ciaran snorted before the game system clicked off and the headset was thrown aside.
She stretched out, before standing and pulling her hair into a bun. The two bedroom apartment she was currently renting was, for once, sparkling clean and had the woman beaming with pride. Usually leftover pizza and chinese boxes littered the floor and counters but since she had to take Meatball (that was her fat orange cat) to the vet after ingestion of some leftover food, she was all about keeping the little fatty healthy.
Speaking of him, he rubbed against her legs, meowing at her with a raspy deep meow. “It’s a shame you can’t talk like Magnus, Meatball.” Ciaran grinned at the cat, opening the fridge and grabbing the first thing she could drink from the carton. “I’d’ve love to hear mister fat cat guardian.” He meowed at her and then fell to the ground, rolling on to his side because he was such a little….meatball.
“s**t, time?” She looked at her microwave clock and cursed again, “Off to sword stuff! Gotta make sure Orcus doesn’t get mad at me!” She stopped a second to touch the master sword replica the Dark mirror senshi had given her and smile. Regardless of the smaller woman’s bit of disdain, Ciaran...or more importantly, Nereid was excited to have such a awesome friend. A quick 15 minutes, the blue haired woman was dressed in the more sporty gear she had (some cartoon printed leggings and a baggy sweatshirt) and was out the door with a practice sword (another gift from Orcus) on her shoulder. “Don’t eat the cake Meatball, It’s a lie!” She called happily out the door, snickering at herself because she NEVER got tired of that joke.
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