.hack//DIVERGENCE Main

http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q286/ohzannyboy/Chapter1.jpg [NOTE: Being that circumstances have changed since the start of this solo, it's to be considered little more than 'what if' fiction. I.e., none of this ever happened.] -------------------------------------------------------------------...

I'm here, just on subs doing the EC thing. o.o

The lycanthrope warped into the underground Hideout with plans to leave almost as suddenly. There was a lot to do, a lot to accomplish that been put aside for far too long because of obligations he had with the Freedom Fighters. With the last of the Hubs destroyed, or at least the last of the ones t...

Zan should have known. Lessons learned in his previous encounter with the Guardian of the Hub had been fumbled in the intermission since. Exactly why he thought it was a good idea to again toss out three Wrynecks at Angel was beyond him. Watching as she hacked up each and every one of them, absorbin...

When Zan awoke, sprawled out along the library floor with Nulus hovering above him, all he could do was groan. The moment he had, he regretted it. Doing so had been an added pressure in his head, one that already felt like it was seconds from exploding. It took a second for the werewolf’s logical br...

Zan, after the events of the Moon Room, made his way to the Cross Room. He studied the scene laid out before him, going over its details with the ones he recalled from the entry in the Cross Book. There were small changes here and there, but most of them seemed too minor to mention. It was only when...

Buying a pair of Scarab Earrings.

2,740-2,400: 340 GP remaining.

Buying Ebony Armor and Hands of Ebony.

6,800-6,800 of Tak's gift money. Thanks, Tak! =D

Annnd...some more. Buying Bat Earrings, Ninja Anklet, Ninja Socks.

35,340-9,700: 25,640 GP remaining.

Hopefully you can still attempt the once a week yourself. I'm really eager to clear out this Hub and shake of the lull caused by the server hiccup.

The transition from heated battle to settled aftermath was...interesting, to say the least. Something smug reared its head inside of Zan as the giddy amusement of the 'narrator' seemed to shift into something ugly and dark. It was the very air around them that spoke such a thing, like a tangible aur...

Zan watched the events between Raquar and the narrator unfold, a mounting boredom finding its way into his blood. Something about this new puzzle was getting very tired, very quickly, and he could see the drop in enthusiasm affecting his companion. Nul, on the other hand, seemed to be getting as muc...

And...there was nothing. What stood before Zan was a great room of absolutely nothing. Other than the walls and the odd ceiling/floor combo that looked identical, the room was blank of anything even reasonably interesting. Had Angel accidentally forgotten to craft the rest of what the werewolf assum...

Zan's time in the Training Room was beginning to draw to a close. It hadn't been a full excursion or some epic stretch of adventure, but it had some to serve its purpose much like the last one. Preparation was needed for the final Hub, for the last of Marionette's Guardians and whatever challenges s...

http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc71/zanthemann/NewSoloEpilogue.jpg “Dying isn’t hard. Mourning…well that’s the real killer.” -Marilyn “Lowen” Logan ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Piece by piece, it was all coming toge...

Zan found entering the second portion of the mansion to not be quite as comforting as he had originally expected. After all, the act of moving on, of moving forward usually proved to be something akin to soothing for him. This time, however, the Heavy Blade's thoughts were too busy being occupied wi...

http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc71/zanthemann/NewSoloChapter6.jpg “Be careful. This is where the world drops off.” -Matthew Good ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Michael Grahm could hardly stand to look at himself in t...