Bistro

thread summary. BISTRO + 1244 xp | (622 * 2) + 120 col + 1 Mon DEMIAN + 1866 xp | (622 * 3) + 120 col + 1 Mon

bistro figured the best time to ask questions was when one was out of danger. that’s how brokers often did it, and that’s how her clients, from demian to grimm, had compiled their findings to her in the past. no sense in breaking away from procedures, now. so when demian had performed some sort of magic and told her to run, she decided to keep her mouth shut to do so, keeping pace with wherever he had dragged her away to, even if she couldn’t see his traces in her sights. (although, bistro had to object, because magic didn’t exist for players in aincrad, not really… and she knew night wo

to: demian demian: what are you doing here demian: get off this floor right now bistro stepped off the teleporter to confirm that there was a lack of a safe zone. strangely enough, there was a grave absence of life around her too — whether it be buildings, npcs, or even monsters. so she took it upon herself to reply to demian, in the false safety of the teleporter, knowing that she could flee to a different floor had there been an ambush. bistro: it’s too late. i’m already here but she knew he’d read this sooner with the dash across the fields before her, a bright light

<<event.>> DAY OF FLOOR TWENTY NINE FLOOR BOSS FIGHT, TEN SECONDS BEFORE FLOOR BOSS COMBAT WAS INITIATED. to: night night: its real bistro: sorry? i wasn’t under the impression that it wasn’t. bistro hadn’t been on the twenty-ninth just yet. she had, however, followed up on the current events as per a woman of her disposition. gathered reports from players who visited. traded information with brokers. sold more than just night’s contact information to hackman for the scoop (what night doesn’t know won’t kill her). so by fa

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they got to the front of the line in no time. night had swung her head sideways hunched over, letting out a gasp of frustration that encroached upon a snarl. "now," she started, "why would you even decide to lie about the waiting time?" bistro submitted her items. she watched as night did too. and she gave the player a grin, watching the petals be received by the attendant. "because i thought it would be funny." "really now?" and night threw her head back. "because, if it really was that funny, i hadn't seen you laughing about it, either. did your little joke pay off?" bist

bistro: claiming! -> 100 flower petals from night.

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BIS: trade co-ordinates? BIS: i'll show you mine if you show me yours BIS: jk. lol appending their position to the group chat was a quick and easy move. and siren seemed to be struggling with the game, so bistro decided she'd spend the time waiting for star's response in return to try and help her sort out the rules. it was a simple board game, really -- maybe her guild mate was thinking too hard about how to win it? "well," and bistro shrugged, "when you're ready, we can head over to where they're at. i don't know what this 'pallankali' thing is, but i presume kali's an expert o

bistro: surprise :)

another entry into ronbaru's file. she left the details to her singular lackey to fill in, but looked over the group chat in earnest as she waited for the responses, all acknowledgements, from the contacts she believed needed to attend. the number of replies didn't matter; bistro just needed her eyes to settle on something else other than the present to keep her mind off things. in one hand, she had a white mug filled with coffee, taken straight from the cintamani. and, across the table from herself, an associate was present too. a momentary stop by way of invite from the stall keeper, us

how'd he get here after she did? between the both of them, she was certain she would've been present later. cardinal at play, perhaps? (the easiest answer would've been latency issues, but we'll skip that for interest of time.) bistro had snapped to face the other man the moment he'd spoken up. her weapon, while drawn, had been by her side the entire time. there had been a pause between them, as though she was waiting for his elaboration. "the sudden teleportation, you mean?" it may have been world-rending, sure, but the way the man had reacted seemed to make it out as thou

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"Got it. No. Combat." "some combat," bistro offered back. she'd brought out a basic spear, likely similar to one novices would use as part of their beginner's kit as though to demonstrate. but she added a wry smile. "just not too much." she'd stepped up alongside her other members now, once their leader had started to address them as a whole. the brief was kept simple. bistro was taking notes already with a glance upwards, trying to recall what cardinal could provide its members structurally. the mission board was likely commissioned personally by star -- which meant its creation was