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Mishiro

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  • Birthday 11/22/2001

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  1. Mishiro

    [NYL-PP-F11] Of Snowflakes and Mistletoe

    Anywhere? Suddenly, the Christmas fair felt leagues bigger than it actually was. As they stepped back into the festivities of the main plaza, her eyes wandered from stall to stall. There were various souvenir shops selling Christmas ornaments and other bits and bobbles (she couldn't distinguish among any of them and gave up entirely). A small kiosk where an NPC sold bags of freshly-roasted nuts (why were there players pointing and laughing? perhaps it wasn't the best choice). And what might be the most interesting of the lot was a tent attendes to by three players who offered suspicious-looking potions and fortune telling (too bad, she didn't believe in any of that). The festival was as lively as before, with newly-arrived players replacing the ones who had finished their rounds. And Mishiro was hit with the depressing realization that she had absolutely no idea where to go from here. "Is that so? I thought you would have been," she said conversationally. They passed a game stall offering plushies for rewards and Mishiro didn't entirely realize that her gaze lingered on that one longer than most. "I overheard a few of the stronger players complaining about the lack of activity. That, and the other game stall, was the best part of the fair... according to them, anyway." She just liked the snow. And she had downed an LD buff herself. "Two of that one." Mishiro immediately pointed to the largest size when they arrived at the hot chocolate stand. Then she tilted her head and looked to the small board propped up on the stall's counter. "Oh, you mean they aren't free after the first time? I must have forgotten. I'll pay." She still had enough left over to indulge herself after that shopping trip. With the quick Col transaction done, Mishiro trudged back to where she left him near the stall and gently pushed a mug of steaming hot chocolate to his hands. "You... looked a bit cold. So I thought it might help." She blew gently on the steam that rose from her own and took a step forward to let another player pass. What would he possibly like? Her choice, he had told her, but she felt it was selfish to simply visit the places she found interesting without any consideration for his part. It was impossible to like something just because someone else did, she knew that much. Mishiro considered asking him again -- but he had an odd disinterested air about him the last time she did. With the festival, but somehow -- somehow, he was still here. Well, this was fine too. A shift in the air close to them heralded a new, unexpected arrival. The Event NPC, she recognized. Her memory of that small burst of childish wonder she felt when snowflakes started to fall from the sky -- seemingly at its command -- still remained fresh. But what was it doing here, approaching players of its own volition? Mishiro drank from her hot chocolate, appearing unperturbed as it seemed to fix its attention on the orange cursor beside her. Then when it drew back to address the both of them with a warm smile, she offered the (probably) confused boy a quiet explanation, "He's the one in charge of this event, if I'm not mistaken." Or the one who made the opening remarks, anyway. Mishiro curiously turned to the NPC and tugged her scarf down. "A wish? For any... sort of item?" And clemency. It offered clemency. She could only wonder how the person beside her would react. And could you possibly grant it?
  2. Mishiro

    [NYL-PP-F11] Of Snowflakes and Mistletoe

    His hand was warm and soft, like any other person's. And at first, her touch was barely even there -- her own hand hovering just underneath his, like a gentle brush with a ghost. So he wasn't any different after all. That thought brought her comfort. "Then, it's settled." Her hand closed around his and she pulled herself up from the bench. She took a small step forward as she did, still holding onto his hand, and she stopped -- her feet, just a few inches away from his. He was tall, she silently observed. And Mishiro let out a small white puff of embarrassment before she cordially let go of his hand and stepped over to the side. "Did you already have a place in mind? Anywhere you haven't visited?" she inquired. Mishiro plucked the empty mug from the bench and held it close to her as she fell into step with him, both beginning their aimless walk back into the festivities. "I want to pass by that hot chocolate stand. If you haven't already, they're giving away an event-limited buff for free."
  3. Mishiro

    [NYL-PP-F11] Of Snowflakes and Mistletoe

    If he were anything more than a stranger, it would have torn her heart to shreds. You don't get it. You don't need to know, you wouldn't understand. Would she ever? Would she ever be anything more than the girl who could just observe from the side, unable to comprehend anything as it all happened on its own? Ironically, Mishiro thought she understood the same plight she questioned in that very moment. "You might be right." -- She tugged her scarf up and talked quietly, hesitantly. -- "I spoke without knowing anything. That was rude of me. I apologize. "But... can I ask you a question?" Mishiro took a moment to collect her thoughts and when he stood in front of her -- strangely enough, with his hand held out (was she supposed to shake it? she understood formalities, but it felt out-of-place) -- she pulled her hand from her scarf and finally looked him in the eye. "Just based on what you said. You yourself already know what's wrong. So why aren't you looking for a way to resolve it?" Suddenly conscious, she tore her gaze from him and fixated herself on the watching the people passing by their bench. "Forgive me for my ignorance. I just thought it would have logically followed, but I guess there must be something missing." But he kept talking. He went close -- too close to a possibility they had both been shying away from ever since he sat at the other end of the bench. And whether he went to check or not, Mishiro's composure didn't falter. She smiled. "Are you sure you're talking to the right person?" ["I don't understand him."] ["I don't think I ever did."] "My name is Mishiro. It's written with the kanji for 'white' and 'depth'--" No matter what came to his mind at her question, he would know her well enough to tell: the girl on the bench spoke with her utmost sincerity. "-- and I don't think I know you." This time, she was the one who held her hand out. "I didn't come here with anyone. Would you like to walk around together?"
  4. Mishiro

    [F17] Obsidian Invasion

    Objective: Move Debris ID: 133318 Final LD: 18 + 7(bonus) = 25 She took a break. Opening her inventory with a flick of her hand, she withdrew another bottle of water and drank. Her throat felt parched. Was it from all the smoke and ash or the exertion? Mishiro had never been this close to a fire before -- not when she was conscious -- and it wasn't something she would have wanted to experience in her lifetime. Ten minutes should be enough. Going down the last line of houses, this one less affected by the attack than most, she frowned slightly at the thought of letting Claude leave before the job was finished. He had his own task, but with every seemingly unconcerning pile of rubble she passed, Mishiro wondered if he would have detected a trapped NPC where she didn't. She found another when she entered a damaged but still-standing house near the end of the line and freeing them was a surprisingly easier task than the rest. "I'm here to help," she stated. Heaving up the large piece of debris they were trapped underneath, she held it up long enough for the citizen to crawl out of the rubble then allowed it to drop back to the ground with a loud crash. Pebbles rolled off the top of the pile and her surroundings were quiet again. The cries for help and the screaming had stopped maybe a few minutes ago. "We have a medical tent set up. I'll lead you back there." The city was in a better state than it had been before the players arrived, but it only reminded her of the fact that something -- something that actually left a safe zone in this state -- had never happened before... the same way invasion events had been unheard of until the Star Festival many months ago. Were SAO's events becoming more destructive as they progressed?
  5. Mishiro

    [F17] Obsidian Invasion

    Objective: Move Debris ID: 133308 Final LD: 20 + 7(bonus) = 27 This... this was terrible. Walking down rows of collapsed houses, she squinted past remaining smoke and coughed into the back of her armored hand. With all this destruction, the four she rescued couldn't be all there was, right? Mishiro was tired and the only respite she allowed herself was a few minutes' rest and a bottle of water she pulled from her inventory earlier, but she was sure she could do much more before SAO's stamina mechanic was at its limit. At least the fires were finally out. "Shiro?" Tugging at what looked like fallen rafters. That was how he spotted her while in the middle of a patrol... though Mishiro was sure no one else was around when she checked earlier. He drew closer, watching her pull again with genuine confusion. "What are you--?" "I think there's someone trapped in there. An NPC," she explained. "You have better eyes than me, Aniki. Can you go down the street and check if there's more?" A tinge of realization appeared in his eyes before they shone gold with the activation of a higher-leveled [Detect] skill and he walked past her to survey the area she was pointing. "That's really like you. I don't think Leah would mind if I took some time off." Mishiro smiled. With their combined efforts, three more citizens were freed from the debris before Claude gave the all-clear. "Alright, now she's blowing up my inbox," he chuckled. The scout turned back to Mishiro and gestured to the citizens, "Good work there! I never would have thought about them. I'm supposed to pass by the tent on my rounds, so leave them to me. And--" He walked up to her and flicked her on the forehead. "You look like you're about to drop. I'm trusting you to get a rest before looking for more. Stay safe, alright?" "I will." She watched him leave and, as promised, she sat down on a stone bench that had been left standing by the attack.
  6. Mishiro

    [F17] Obsidian Invasion

    Objective: Move Debris ID: 133306 Final LD: 8 + 7(bonus) = 15 Mishiro heaved off the last of the debris and almost fell into another coughing fit at the ash and the smoke that rose up to greet her. The NPC was beyond grateful and wouldn't stop thanking her as soon as she helped them onto their feet. She noticed they were covered in cuts and limping--their leg had seen the worst part of the collapse of their house. "Let's get you healed," the girl said after she recovered her breath. "The people who came to help, they set up a medical tent. Lean on me if you need to." They talked as they made the arduous trip to the tent. She wasn't the most talkative, but perhaps the rescued NPC just needed someone to vent their fears and frustrations to. "I thought it was just a normal night, you know? The kids were in the dining room and I was preparing dinner at the kitchen... oh, God," the NPC wrapped their arms around themself, as if they just realized. "I-I don't know where they are." "The others will find them," she assured, somewhat uselessly. She knew--for whatever reason--that she hadn't seen anyone else in the rubble of the collapsed house. Along the way, she persuaded them to stand by and wait as she freed another citizen she spotted and pointed them both in the direction of the tent.
  7. Mishiro

    [F17] Obsidian Invasion

    Objective: Move Debris ID: 133303 Final LD: 1 + 7(bonus) = 8 Where was that NPC? With the two citizens dropped off safely at the medical tent, Mishiro had taken to patrolling the streets in search of others who might still be trapped. So far, she was the only one. The wall efforts were going well and she had seen another player putting out the fires, but for some reason, she had resolved herself to a different task. One citizen's death would be a great loss to the town. Perhaps it was a sentiment the players in the tent also shared. She finally found the source of the cry she heard earlier. Circling around a collapsed house where the roof and foundation had caved in while a small fire still burned at one of its corners, she stopped near where the back door should have been and knelt down. "Is someone there?" "Yes, yes!" the NPC's reply was shouted, frantic. "T-the wall, it fell when they attacked and--" She thought she saw something shift. "Please, save me!" Mishiro stepped back and studied the collapsed portion the citizen was underneath. There was no doubt in her capability in lifting the debris, but if she was too hasty and took out the wrong piece... the rest could come crushing down the NPC underneath. She carefully picked one that could be moved without disturbing the others and set to work. It was slow and steady work.
  8. Mishiro

    [F17] Obsidian Invasion

    Objective: Move Debris ID: 133281 Final LD: 14 + 7(bonus) = 21 She received the alert from a player who had descended to the festivities of Floor 11 and immediately fell in line to help. Invasions weren't unheard of, but what had her worried was that nothing of this caliber had ever happened in the history of SAO. As soon as she materialized in Floor 17's teleporter, freshly buffed and with her friend's lent scythe at her back, Mishiro almost instantly fell into a coughing fit. The sky, red with the fires that raged all over Larissa. Smoke filled the streets, seeping into her lungs and making it difficult to see and breathe. The walls needed repairs and houses were broken down. And that was only the vanguard. Mishiro slipped an armored arm under a small NPC's legs and supported their back with the other. "Hold still," she said softly. It hadn't taken her long to find and free two citizens; she had followed their cries for help and arrived at a crumbling building. "You--" she turned her head and addressed the second one, who was in a better state than the other, "--can you walk? We'll take it slow." She gently lifted up the small child in her arms and briskly walked towards where the other players had set up a tent for the injured.
  9. Mishiro

    Just a hand-me-down

    Received.
  10. Mishiro

    [NYL-PP-F11] Of Snowflakes and Mistletoe

    If? Mishiro turned her head, studying the stranger on the other end of the bench. His orange cursor. Gray eyes that almost reflected her own. The way he looked at her when she talked but always had his head turned away when it was his turn. Perchance, didn't he look a bit... lonely? "You talk as if you don't have a choice," the girl noted. She set her now empty mug down on the space between them, giving enough pause for if he was interested in the thread she left dangling. "Someone once told me -- just because we're here, in this situation, doesn't mean everything has to grind to a halt. We can find a reason to smile; and if not, we can use that as our reason to move forward; and if not, we can hope." ...Jinx was better at this. "I don't think you ever answered your own question. What would you do when the game is cleared?"
  11. Mishiro

    [NYL-PP-F11] Of Snowflakes and Mistletoe

    Wouldn't those be the least of everyone's priorities? Mishiro loved Christmas for all that it meant to the younger version of herself who was delighted at the simple prospect of the yearly noche buena, but she couldn't deny the mixture of emotions that ran through her fellow guild members as the holiday season came upon them once again. Four years had passed. This would make for the fourth Christmas they spent away from their real world. Twenty-four floors cleared. She didn't want to spiral down that void. It was a very dangerous, pointless thing; that despair. In the fair set up before them, people still smiled brightly. And the snowflakes fell in a way which she rarely experienced in this floor, and she shared the quiet moment with a stranger. Her pale gaze rested upon him, briefly, when he spoke up once again. It was natural to be a bit curious. She couldn't read into the way he looked up to the sky nor the way he spoke a touch too soft for someone at his distance, but she thought she could discern the basics when he didn't look directly at her -- mistakenly. Idle conversation, perhaps. But it was something to think about. It wasn't a topic often brought up, she hadn't even talked about it with Jinx, and as time passed, she noticed that her idle musings had become less frequent -- replaced by thoughts of the present. The base desire to reach the end of this game remained, but she was foggy on what to do after. Probably, she would spend longer on recovery than most. Perhaps with the complicated state she had entered the game in, she wouldn't even regain her full health at all. She had her own dreams before she logged into SAO, but like most girls her age and even moreso with her situation, she often went back and forth on whether she could really achieve them. She still wanted to. But for the forseeable future, it would be her in that apartment room once again, going through the daily motions of therapy, occasionally going to the park or the library with someone to aid her, and often watching the city from her window. Streetlights, wires, buildings which obstructed the view of the sky. "I used to live in the city, back in the real world. And here, in a place away from the larger towns," Mishiro first explained. "It's been too long and the lifestyle's different. Better than before, minus the death game part." She had to be sure, to keep that last part in. For reasons she well understood, some players did not take too kindly to those sorts of remarks. "So when this is all over, I want to experience the genuine thing. I'll look for a way to move to the countryside; a small town, maybe. Before that, though--" Mishiro cast her gaze down and brought the mug close to her lips, as if to cover the wistfulness that rose in her expression with her thick gloves. "I want to return to my normal life... if it would be possible."
  12. Mishiro

    [NLY-F11] New Life Years Festival

    She held out her hand and let the snowflakes fall softly on her palm. Around her, the people who had gathered from the sound of the bells started to move upon the conclusion of the event NPC's speech. They milled about the stalls, picking and choosing among their Christmas-themed wares, and Mishiro saw much fuss around one of the larger game stalls. This was... pleasant. No surprises. Even with the nature of the previous event, it seemed that none of the other players had their guard up and the girl found herself venturing into the fair without a single ounce of tension. Mishiro set her sights on the large game stall first: disc throwing. From the way players had crowded around the participants and cheered whenever they hit the target, she thought it was something she had to try for herself -- reward or not. She positioned herself by the marker line and accepted the first disc from the stall NPC, assessing the line of targets and the points assigned to them. If the grand prize was her goal, all she needed to do was hit the minimum amount of points; no benefit to getting a perfect score other than plain bragging rights. And she wanted to aim for the ones with lesser difficulty as much as possible. So, with her four attempts -- target three thrice, and somehow score on target four once. There was just one problem. For anyone who ever saw Mishiro in her high school volleyball class or during the rare times Roman let her play frisbee with his familiar, it was a very well-known fact that she was the absolute worst at aiming. Three discs wasted on Target 3. The girl had no idea how, but the trajectory of her second disc somehow went so far off the path that it almost hit some random schmuck on the head. She was frustrated and she'd taken an entire minute to apologize, and she knew landing her disc on even the farthest target wouldn't do anything to change her reward. So Mishiro tossed her last disc carelessly at Target 1. Thwack. She accepted her pity reward from the NPC and made straight for the hot chocolate stall to comfort herself from her failures.
  13. Mishiro

    [NYL-PP-F11] Of Snowflakes and Mistletoe

    Falling, falling softly... Her breath came out in visible white puffs of air to join the remnants of steam rising from her mug as she watched the light snowfall. When she was younger, she used to love the pitter-patter of the drizzling rain against the tiled roof of her old home. In a tropical country, that was the best she could get. But sometimes, it was still uncomfortably warm and when one was staying in the city, it brought about a very unpleasant scent. But the snow was silent, delicate, tranquil. It remained a gentle blanket against the ground and she could hold it in her hands. She was tempted to dip down and gather some now, but the white layer atop the plaza's pavement was still too thin. For the moment, the girl sat still and sipped from her warm cup of hot chocolate. There was a flicker of movement at the edge of her vision and a voice drew her out of her calm reverie. She lowered her mug and turned her head to the side, at the unfamiliar person who had seated himself on the other end of the bench. An orange cursor? Mishiro gave the very distinctive indicator a second glance before she turned her blank eyes back to the snow. It wasn't a big deal; festivals of this sort drew many types of players in, and she had seen a few crystals of the same color bobbing about in the sea of green. "I just finished looking around," the girl said. And she too ended up playing the disc-throwing game everyone was flocking towards, she neglected to add. "We don't get weather like this every day. It's beautiful."
  14. She remembered her first winter. Some six months after she and her mother moved to Japan, she looked out the window of her apartment and watched in wonder as the first snowflakes fell. She was nine. Her mother was... around her late thirties. Roman was nineteen. And her first instinct was to run out of her unit, down the hallway, and bang on his door until she (probably) startled him out of his nap and he unlocked the door for her. She remembered how long they stayed out in the park. She remembered how she caught snowflakes and watched in dismay as they melted in her gloved hand. She remembered wishing for some way to preserve their beauty forever. Then he watched her reaching out to the snowflakes and had a suggestion. --Mishiro snapped her sketchbook shut. She leaned back on her bench and dismissed it to her inventory, mug of hot chocolate now in both hands. Her gray gaze traveled up to the morning sky. Enough time had passed since the commencement of the festival for the larger crowds to disperse, and the snowflakes were still lightly falling. Onto her steadily cooling mug, onto her loose black hair, and blending into her white dress and fluffy coat. It was a beautiful weather today -- her favorite weather, in fact -- where it was snowing but not too light that she barely felt it and not too heavy that she had to stay inside and wait out the storm. Around her, players and NPCs were still wandering about the festival. As word of it spread, there were as many people filtering into the plaza as there were leaving. The biggest crowds formed around the disc toss -- something she had already tried earlier, but she wasn't interested in leaving yet. A wish... It was scripted dialogue, most likely. Who wouldn't decorate a festival's opening speech with fancy words? Perhaps, it even started to hold less meaning when her wonder at the start of the festival faded away as she realized it was an NPC adding glamour to an event generated by the system it belonged to. Still, it was enough. What would she wish for? From a nearby building's overhanging shop sign, a branch of mistletoe dangled above her head. [tag: @Pinball]
  15. Mishiro

    [NLY-F11] New Life Years Festival

    Days passed. The seasons changed once again. Now, the surface of the lake next to their house was frozen -- yet still too thin for ice skating, it always was -- and they spent less and less of their afternoons outside as light snowfalls turned into blizzards and the kotatsu in the living room became the place they frequented the most. Her cafe started offering the warmer variants of the usual menu, but even then, the stream of customers thinned; in this cold weather, no one wanted to make the half-hour walk from the safezone into the large settlement at the end of a paved path which cut through a forest. All in all, it was a very sleepy weather... And like every other winter in Aincrad, there was another festival being held to liven things up. She heard the tolling of the bells first. Walking down the streets of Floor 11's main settlement, Mishiro was on a secret Christmas shopping trip -- her arms wrapped around a paper bag filled to the brim with various small items she planned to gift wrap later -- when she heard the first chime. It was followed by another, and the rest of the bells joined in, until the sweet carol reverberated down every road of Taft. She protectively wrapped her arms tighter around her bag of Christmas gifts and looked around; the bells had caught many players and NPCs' attention too, and they started to follow the sound to its source. The movement of the crowd led her to the main intersection, then towards the road leading directly to the central plaza. Mishiro walked slowly at first - then gradually increased her pace into a jog when she heard someone speaking in the plaza, then dismissed her paper bag into her inventory and broke into a run when a gap opened in the crowd. She weaved in and out of groups of players and NPCs and stopped beside a building bordering the central plaza. "But not only today shall I give and take, but also grant a wish for anyone who seeks my help for a new hope!" --And a glint of childish excitement appeared in her dull gray eyes as he took out a little bell and made it snow.
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