NIGHT

note to self: revise the message to bistro to 'it's real, and it's annoying'. because the way belregor had blurred over only to morph into player after player made her grit her teeth. clearly, it had stolen the attention of all other fighters, if only to plan for contingencies. night was just furious it wasn't a message to herself. image after image, it switched. then what illusion it wore was repelled -- better for them, she thought, beyond the presence of a mimic in their midst. because belregor, towering and huge, would've been harder to hit had it taken on a player's form. once star (

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| NIGHT | Lv. 154 >> P. 120, Lv. 34 | Status: // Notes: stats for tier 3 sync. PT: refunding all SP. PT: biting x9 -> +18 DMG #

the ocean stilled, and it was as though she was watching the gargantuan suit of armor pierce through ice as it rose from the depths of the black. night looked on bleakly as it emerged, almost calm, only being able to clear her doubts once it got close enough that its examination details appeared in her vision. then, instinctively, she drew up her messages if only to assert to her broker about the turn of events: to: bistro night: its real bistro is typing... night waved the window away. "what's it doing outside of the boss room?" she asked aloud. "and... why's it in the mid

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| NIGHT | Lv. 154 >> P. 120, Lv. 34 | Status: dni: everyone Notes: - using slime farm. (+10% xp) - partaking in star's turkey dinner for overhealth 3. thank you! let's skip the obvious details about night receiving a random message addressing the 'frontlines' despite trying to keep herself as covert as possible. after a few messages dressing down hackman for details on how he got her contact information (bistro, of course, who then got a few scathing remarks from night herself thereafter), she joined the gagg

to be honest, night wasn't really sure what she had been expecting, either, stopping kat at the last minute. thinking about her actions and then reacting gave her little time to prepare herself for a long term goal. an acceptance of her half-baked apology for her temper tantrum? perhaps. kat had thought through this interaction better. night simmered in the backdrop of kat's voice. she dared turned around, even if she couldn't bring herself to look towards her conversation partner just yet. time had a way of working against her shame, and she gave kat a glance only after kat had clarified

(she stopped teasing star after he started listing off a number of places with actual ghosts. because if he'd seen them, then surely they were real, right? night didn't even dare question his legitimacy: a first-hand account against her denial of reality and her fear of ghosts. in any battle of validity, of course he'd win. she closed her eyes, so that star would know she wasn't in the mood to continue the conversation.) crystal, in hand. star's approval. night popped it, and then scooped up a lamp for her own sake once she was certain the few miners who were affected by the heal wer

the lantern room here was nothing like the one she’d visited in the zero. there was a proper lens, for one, and a catwalk where there was a door to exit from one of the sides of the building. the glass provided an explicit view of the void that laid before them; the ever hungry sea, maw of the deep, tide after tide lapping hungrily at the surfaces, efforts futile. she checked the distance for shadows. demian, who stood beside her as she spent her time gawking but turned his head upwards, before taking a couple of steps backwards. night only turned to look when he started to read the sente