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she had, at least, waited until he was done with his own cipher, before asking a question. “so what did you find out?” he looked over his own clues — the first word had been rainbow. the next few, a similar nature, and he compared his list with the one he drafted from night’s recipe book. he noticed the pattern. “is there a combination lock anywhere?” “huh?” night faltered outside of his vision. “a combination lock. like one that uses numbers?” “and bring me any other puzzles you find,” he added, cutting off night’s train of thought. demian felt her burning stare leave his

night burst into the room. “hey,” she said, to demian’s apparent chagrin, “can you make anything of this?” she showed him the book. he was only halfway through the hurricane. “all i can tell at a glance is the picture of a camel, and the word ‘cyclops’ misspelled.” demian hummed, shaking his head. he took a glance at her, before his eyes fell to the puzzle. the words he muttered under his breath were nigh inaudible, the roar of the thunder outdoors masking his voice. in swift strokes, he added his findings to the side of the page he was working on — then, he took the book’s

he didn’t really need a fire. still, the bedroom was a decent guess as to where a hearth might be located. he trundled into the room after knocking upon the door twice, hearing silence, and then turning the knob, tentative. every so often, he guessed that there would be some horror, akin to what had happened to the blossoming man, awaiting him behind one of these turns, his vision momentarily obscured. there was nothing in the bedroom, only all manners of children’s toys, and he thumbed over the petal of the dried flower as he took his time, scanning the room for clues. ‘not here’ wa

she took the hat in turn. the duo wandered about — they had split up, in search of warmth. night took to the kitchen first, because that’s where she felt the safest, most familiar, despite the ancient memories that haunted her in times prior. her fingers drifted along the surface of its countertops; dust accumulated upon them, staining her skin white, and as the drifting particles were beheld in her gaze, the light from outside poured from the window down onto the pages of a book long lost of a time before their own. cardinal played the dramatic. once she picked up the book, the fire

any discomfort, he pushed out of his mind. the objective had them looking for the keeper of the lighthouse. one person amidst the entire tower. there was nowhere else to go, so he thought, though he couldn’t keep the feeling of something amiss out of his thoughts. the only way they could go around the building was up. so he shrug off his coat and left it up to dry. took night’s offer of a towel refreshed from cardinal’s hold – (“it’s dry now.” / “thanks.”) — and brushed at his hair, eyeing the corners of the entrance hall, before he meant to drag them around the home. “hold on,”

she stumbled into the lighthouse. her back hit the wall once the interface pulled itself open — a set of instructions. her hand shifted, palm pressing down against an eye, and she shuddered against her heavy clothes, teeth gritted. the thunder outside mirrored the one in her head, and she tossed caution to the wind in accepting that cardinal request — because that was what was expected of her upon her return, either way. better it was out of her sight so she could pull up her inventory and lose the tracksuit. she buried herself in towels — night sunk to the floor, her face down in them, g

She felt herself flinch again. This time it was from the mention of her engagement, not from Night yelling. She was right, it wasn't fair that it had happened to her. It was also not fair that the wound, however healed it might have been, was still raw. Katoka closed her eyes and took a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds before letting it out slowly. She turned back around to face the dark haired woman, "I don't know what I was looking for to be quite honest." she shook her head and looked passed Night, into the grey clouds in the distance. "I just... Didn't want to leave it at that. It

Demian | L30. | HP: 600/600 | EN: 93/93 | DMG: 19 | ACC: 4 | EVA: 3 | MIT: 81 | BH: 30 | LD: 1 | AA rough waves carried them over the sea towards the lighthouse; the trip was nothing short of a bumpy ride. despite demian’s expertise, summoned forth from a well of secrets within, their brush against the shore was amidst great effort, for one wrong breach upon the coast at the wrong velocity could send them crashing into the lighthouse itself. he’d suffered from a sea sickness thereafter. wasn’t even aware he could experience such cruelty of the system.

quest. | (2/2) | NIGHT | Lv. 154 >> P. 120, Lv. 34 | Status: // Notes: // she tried scooping some of the residue into a vial that demian had carried. nothing worked to contain it. they had to carry on. … following bistro’s instructions, they returned to the docks. demian, ever skilled, figured he could sail one of the boats stationed there, and evidently there were vessels conveniently unowned. so they took one, silent in between their quiet questions and t

A whole day, wasted. Acanthus picked grime out of her metal armor as she gave the landscape another despairing look. When Argent had shared news of another Spectral Knight, she had no doubt the thing would be near the Kineallan Parish, as he said. He was a new source, but proved reliable over and over. If not a touch overconcerned. * * * “I’m telling you this so that you can go and get a group together. You’re going to reach out to the other frontliners for this one, right? This isn’t some patrol into Miremore, like last time. You’ll get yourself killed.” Acanthus shakes her hea

PH ---- Katoka consumes: Gungir Shard 239050 | Sharkcuterie Board | T1 Demonic Feast (3/6) | ACC II | EVA II | ID: 239171 - takes one portion Elixiar of Vitality | OH III | ID#: 198864 Titan's Strength | DMG III | ID#: 204509 Katoka | HP: 966/966 | EN: 118/118 | DMG: 26 | MIT:78 | ACC:7 | EVA:3 | BH:46 | REC: 8 | FLN: 16 | HLY: 16

Crafting results for 6/2/2025 (Link to shop post) Step 1: Fusion Fusing Uncommon 243754 + 243751 -> 243757 (Rare) Fusing Uncommon (Mast) 243756 + 243746 -> 243758 Rare (Mast) Fusing Rare 243755 + 243747 -> 243759 Perfect Fusing Rare (Mast) 243739 and 243730 -> 243760 Perfect (Mast) Step 2: Appraise (IDs link to the shop thread in which the item was rolled or fused. If the item does not have a link, then it was fused or rolled in the same post it is appraised.) March to the Dawn | 243750 243760 | Instant HP Recovery III A militaristic

The garden just shy of the slime farm had always been the best place to get consistent sunlight. This was the spot that Hanami loved to curl up in when at home, napping and purring like a cat. She dreamed of cherry blossoms, and of chasing dragonflies when she heard a voice calling her. Her ears twitched but she remained in her makeshift nest, determined to stay warm. The voice called again, louder this time. The tone told the furry dragon that she would not get to continue with her rest. With a huff she rose, stretching her body out and letting out a yawn, had her human been in sight she woul

Today's Crafts Extended Workshop. (+3 EXP total from Trinket | Tuning Fork + Hard Working) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 243756 CD: 3 +1 LD: 15 Uncommon (Mast) - 6 (+3 Ambition) 2 243755 CD: 9 +1 LD:

A Familiar spinning wheel roused Alyson out of what had slumber that felt like it had genuinely been forever... and maybe it had? Before she even had time to process a blast of colors, lights, sounds, and a rush of movement as her body resynched to NerveGear and before she knew it... she was back. Standing in the world of Aincrad once more. She shuffled on her feet a bit, and... no lag! she must have been transported from her home in America to the servers in japan... that would explain the long period of unconsciousness she felt, and how... little.. people.. there were around her. Alyso

Buying 10 liquor of light - 30 mats Buying 10 imugi’s inpiration - 30k col to be paid to @Bistro

Ph Zajcica | HP: 1012/1012 | EN: 100/100 | DMG: 24 | MIT:301 | ACC:4 | F-SPIRIT | EVA:2 | FL.AURA: 16 | FR.AURA: 16 | FR.THORNS: 8/16 | THORNS:112 | BH:56 | LD:4 Consumes: liquor of light - DMG III; Ika Shogayaki - OH III; Fiery Dragon Roll - MIT III; Feast(Sharkcuterie Board) - ACC/EVA II; Immolation Potion T4 - Thorns +40

Shiny bits and bobs flew all about in fanciful arcs and the whizbang of hurtling mayhem shooting in every direction overhead. This new shambler took him to all the best places! Always full of action with delectable goodies to be explored, occupied, or infested, in the nicest possible ways. Currently romping about the milling clawed feet of a dozen skittering tall-ies, this latest batch seemed especially keen on dancing with his monochromatic new friend. They also made the bestest popping noises whenever their dance ended, complete with shiny showers and the glittering promise of coins. Some

Black steel met the slurping coil of writhing tentacles as the latest batch of freshly risen monstrosities surged forth. Mangled and twisted abominations whose very misshapen existence defied imagination fell upon them like a wave of gnashing teeth, rent flesh and raking black claws. Just another day in the frontlines' latest paradise lost. "Someone definitely kicked over an anthill, or whatever the squid-themed equivalent might be!" Forming a mental image of the eldritch horror version of a snake breeding ball quickly prompted him to stop, focusing instead on the wounded gaggle of fleei

The gentle cadence of a wrist stirring an aromatic tea below roused the slew of little rocks from their programed bout of drowsiness. Crisp steam billowed upwards, condensing along the rounded pebbles as peppermint fragrance welcomed the beginning of another day. They hadn't always started this way. Sometimes, Borris would find himself in hot pursuit of a vagabond bust bunny, rumbling across the rickety floorboards with the determination of an underdog racer. Other times, he would awaken within the translucent tunnels of a gathered bedspread, ever-shifting as its narrow passageways opened and

"Why is it that whenever something happens, it's always us?" Stats incoming.. whenever I get the time to put them in..

Skill(s) Being Dropped: Weapon Skill R1 Mod(s)/Addon(s)/Shift(s) Being Dropped: None SP Incurred Towards Limit: 4/50 SP Refunded: 4 SP Cost: 4000

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