Teion

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Crafting Day 10/22/2025: Tailor

Teion snorted a chuckle that caused her shoulders to bob for a few seconds. Her eyes glazed across that same message: «Ȟ̴̫̗̫̙̻̜̙̘̦̳̓̓͛ͅa ̸͖̟̐̌̓̽͝ve̸̩̒̈́̽̔̇̉ͅ a̷̗̿͒̈̐̎̾̔̓͠ ̵̧̨̛͙͍͍͈̲̱͍͍̑̿̾͐͒͑͋̀̈́͝d̸͕͉́rin̶̼͖̅͂ k̴͍̗̼̼̓̓̈́̾͐͘, ȉ̴̹̎̎͘͝ţ̶̹̩̩͎̰̋̓͠`̴̡̺͈̜̟͎̬͖̐̿͊͐̍̿̉̀̿̾̇͐̋͐̓͘͘̚͘͜͠s̵̥̦̟̾͑̉̂͘ ̵̰̣̪̲͂̒̚ȍ̴̰̙͛n ̴̨͖̮̿͒̑̈́͝ṯ̵̨̦̖̈́̑̏̒ͅh̷̡̡̦̪̝̼̽͌ h̵͙̯̋͋̍̄̒͘e̴͆̌͜ H̸͍̬̩̺̤͉̀̇̑̒̃̊̀̽̓̍̀͗̌̚o̷̪̮̥̫̲̳̗̫̫̻̺̽̎̒̑̇̑́̀ us̴̡̰͍̤͊͂͘͠ e̵̡̤̰̞̺̥͖͚̝̜̲̖͆̎̅́̃̀̓̇́͐̄̑̕» ”Honestly? I just really missed having a drink with friends.” A smile, bittersweet, settled wistfully on her lips. ”I didn’t take the time to do i

The knife twisted, yet he did not retaliate. Her fingers hovered above the wound, unsteady and uncertain, yet he reached out with a staunch kindness. A kindness that had to hurt even worse. Teion had opened her mouth to speak, to stutter out an apology or to try to make sense of the feelings that led her there, but Reytac challenged her in a way that she couldn’t expect. Her jaw closed in a hurry when that tightness surged inside her chest. Firm, pained words wrapped around her heart and gave a meaningful squeeze. ”That was…a stupid way to say that.” She muttered something like a cor

Crafting Day 10/21/2025: Tailor

«H̷̢͕̹̯̯͛ͅa ̸͖̟̐̌̓̽͝ve̸̩̒̈́̽̔̇̉ͅ ̶̫̲͓̘̳͊a d̸͕͉́/rin̶̼͖̅͂k̴͍̗̼̼̓̓̈́̾͐͘, ȉ̴̹̎̎͘͝ţ̶̹̩̩͎̰̋̓͠`s̵̥̦̟̾͑̉̂͘ ̵̰̣̪̲͂̒̚ȍ̴̰̙͛n ̴̨͖̮̿͒̑̈́͝ṯ̵̨̦̖̈́̑̏̒ͅh̷̡̡̦̪̝̼̽͌e̴͆̌͜ ̵̱̠̣̞̠̱͂̃͒̊̔́Họ̸̣̗͚̝̓̏̆ủ̶̡̟͓̳̝̽̿̑̇͝s̴̡̰͍̤͊͂͘͠ e̸̹̘̯̓͊» The text sat undisturbed between them, nearly unreadable anymore. Any time it flickered or faltered went unnoticed by her. Who was she to question the source of their bottomless elixirs, anyway? ’Just one more.’ She told herself, emptying her glass and then pushing it away across the counter. It refilled itself all the same, a pristine new poison inviting her right back in. Her judge

✧♪✦⋆♫⋆✦♪✧ She fell silent while he spoke. Eyes hazily locked onto the contrast of the bright, spotless glass sitting atop the dingy, stained wood counter. Teion’s head swam through his words that sank in through her skin like a heavy blanket over her shoulders. The muted colors of fireworks danced across her face while ghosts writhed in the inky abyss below, unseen but unburied. Their shadows reached up and up, searching and grasping. And her limbs felt so heavy. Drifting, alone, her head fell back to watch the light shimmer against a surface that grew farther and farther away.

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Crafting Day 10/20/2025: Blacksmith Tailor

Teion leaned back and nodded again. ”Okay, yeah, if you’re into regular horror that opens up so many options.” Another sip. She made the mistake of setting her glass back down on the bar. No sooner had her fingers left the rim, than the drink refilled itself again. ”I’ve got a soft spot for fae stuff, but I haven’t found much that really gives me anything to do with it.” A frown and a shrug, and then a plain white hand-towel landed in her lap. ”Never thought a rag would come in handy.” She murmured, leaning her head and gathering her hair to one side. She clawed her fingers through a coup

”No kidding.” Teion muttered dryly. It was unclear which piece she was agreeing with exactly, if not all of it. Still, the chipper attitude he followed up with had her exhale sharply through her nose alongside his chuckle. ”Hey, you know where you need to head next?” She picked her head up from where she’d been sinking into her shoulders with a sudden confidence. ”Floor 24. Not a forest in sight, as far as I know. It’s all islands, beaches… It’s even got a vaguely Greek thing going on, with a colosseum and all that.” She waved lazily at the last part, as it wasn’t her main draw. ”Unless the oc

Teion mulled over his very normal answer. She gently turned the glass around in her hand, walking her fingers against its cool surface up until he took a stab at his own age. Then it was like she’d swallowed her own thoughts. He was so much older than her. Not that this place didn’t make her feel like she’d put on a few years, both in pure stress and in forcing her to grow up fast in some aspect or another. Thinking about it, he started to remind her of someone. A friend she hadn’t seen in some time. At first she thought Shield might be dragging her out by her collar if he were here, but

She did as he suggested, directing her sights to the upper corner of her vision, pushing past the actual environment to regard her HUD where the two of their names sat next to green health bars. Now she finally noticed there was something new next to either of them. She squinted a little and focused on the icon until it revealed its secrets to her and she read the effects of the «Lightweight» debuff. An expression washed over her like she’d found what she’d been looking for. ”You’re fucking kidding me.” She whispered out the words under her breath, disbelief mixed with pure amusement. Tei

Reytac was less cautious with the glass posed for him. Or maybe he was just in more of a hurry to get it over with. Teion plucked her drink from the counter and pulled it close to her face. The scent hit her, sharp and inviting all at once. She didn’t have to take a whiff to feel the prickling in her nose. The last time she consumed something carelessly, it led to a less than favorable experience. Then again, nothing about their circumstances was anything like that time. Giving in to curiosity, she brought the rim of the glass to her lips moments before Reytac called out in warning. She d

Teion turned around, stopping short. She nearly ran into the blue floating rectangle that seemed to have been waiting behind her. Brow still furrowed, her eyes ran over the single line of text. ”More or less… Usually we’ll just get a box that lists out the rewards. Sometimes even if there is an NPC handing it to you.” She shook her head lightly, dismissing the ever-weird behavior, and went to dismiss the notification. Her hand hovered lost above it, finger extended but unable to find a place to land. There was no ‘Confirm’, ‘Deny’, no little circular buttons whatsoever. Teion frowned, the