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so now, how was night supposed to feel? placated? relieved? none of those feelings had washed over her, even after watching katoka take a bow. was the apology supposed to comfort her? how pointless it had seemed. all night could do to help herself was rub the back of her own neck, still running hot under her skin. because, the apology would’ve meant that, if kat hadn’t taken that gamble and put her own feelings at risk, night would’ve remained at an advantage. she would’ve won. was that true? an unbelievable thought — not that night trusted herself to have won the match in an alternate un

night wasn’t sure whether to laugh, or to go off on a reasonably detailed explanation for why ‘being able to see things in the dark’ as a perk wasn’t often a sound investment of one’s skill points. (tooltip: you can avoid all of the problems of being unable to see things in the dark by… never going in to the dark! wow!) technically, night could simply feel her way in the dark if she was so desperate to make it through a deep void. it wasn’t often that she had to do it, but it’s not as though she hadn’t done it before. her answer became simple, then. “i don’t.” they trundl

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| NIGHT | Lv. 154 >> P. 120, Lv. 34 | Status: don't - think - about - it. Notes: sheet found [here]. ID243503 | ld17 | initiative. this week, against her ex-duel partner? it had to happen at some point. and night had tried not to consider how the fight would've gone before it happened, lest her rumination flare up the pre-skirmish anxiety. come the day of the fight, night scrounged together what she had and went to the fourth. her hand fidgeted with her necklace, hoping it would bring her some comfort. just bar

in her anger, she'd completely discarded the idea of teleporting out. night instead chose to take a walk to try and cool her head off. but, in the end, with katoka trailing behind her unexpectantly... "Night please! I want to talk, to apologize!" ... it made no difference to her mood nor attitude, so night observed. "Damnit, would you slow the hell down?" "stop trying to follow me," night went, throwing the sentiment over her shoulder. in true pettiness, her tone had shifted; from neutrality, a command rather than a slight, to words dipped intentionally in malice. "yo

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i dont see a sword though. (approved)

accepted. shards sent.

oh my god i didnt even notice you posted mb.

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yum. approved.

trade request: to iris. from night. contains [cluster of stars] (x1).

Purchasing: Cluster of Stars | [3 Mon] | 243122 Changes the type of an item as long as its enhancements are applicable to its new type.

| NIGHT | Lv. 154 >> P. 120, Lv. 34 | Status: third time's the charm. Notes: sheet found [here]. "-- is that how i'm supposed to be introduced?" night ascended to the stage, oathkeeper in hand. when she stopped to take position, her eyes were set on kindling. there was a tinge of envy in her heart how the man was set in luxuries whilst they were meant to play entertainment, but she supposed she only had herself to blame, signing up for the tournament as she did. "funny. the one time i would've thought our brief

it was free (approved.)

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Skill(s) Being Dropped: Unhindered // HAHAHAHHAHAA i know trust me bro SP Incurred Towards Limit: 15 SP Refunded: 15 Cost: 15,000

talkative! talkative, talkative, talkative -- this was exactly night's problem with everyone else in the middle of a fight. but when it was just them, one on one, night had to listen. almost forced to, against the droning of an uncaring, omnipotent eternity, but this time, she wasn't sure where the rage was coming from. at being wrong? night had completely disregarded the gathering after the labyrinth boss with wushen defeated. the exhaustion from beating down that dragon had taken its toll, never mind the solo effort with the golem. and, past that, had she actually remembered the attende

night felt her eye twitch. their blades had parried, and night redirected the art meant for her assailing somewhere else. but neither did she tear her gaze away to look where it'd went. the flush on kat was telling -- night continued to size her up still, gritting her teeth. "sorry?" and now she was in too deep to realize she wasn't supposed to be listening to psychological warfare. where was she to start? that this wasn't the time and place for a nice date? night angled her blade ahead of herself once more, trying not to avert her sights -- a difficult task for someone so anxious. i