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“Three more cases of the cherry stuff, Argent. And a little information, if you have it.” A green player icon sprung to life as a cheerful young man appeared behind the bar. The bar itself was spotless wood, lit by the warm, welcoming light of floor twenty-two. The bar matched the dozen or so round wooden tables scattered around the floor—also perfectly cleaned, chairs stacked dutifully on top in preparation of a busy evening. Between the furnishings, the shelves well-stocked with meat and drink, and the large windows overlooking the main lake on the floor, the entire place looked as thou

[Insert Acanthus getting off her ass and going to Floor 22]

Her free hand stretched forward to open her menu and check her housing inventory. Acanthus filtered by “drinks,” and ran a quick tally. “I s tartde with two-hundredd and seven-ty– seventy-thre e.” She recounted to no one in particular. “Ap proximately twelve-hundredd and five-ty militers perday. Bottles are… bottles are seven-and fifty? Hundred. Seven-hundred and fifty.” Her face contorted as she tried running the numbers in her head. It was no good. She’d accidentally turned off too many of the brain functions. Self-medicating was a fine line, and lately, she was worried she had lost whe

A blue flash shot through the air and crashed into the ground near Freyd's group and Acanthus. It cratered the ground and throw a cloud of dirt and dust into the air around them. Then the sound of groaning and the silhouette of a man standing up could be seen, using a sword to prop himself up. "Oh... hey guys." The trail of smoke that came from Baldur and his dusty blue haori still hung in the air from where he had arced over the next hill. "Acanthus... there you are! I was told you might be out here." Baldur's steel blue eyes glanced at the top of the hill and then he shea

Miso Soup x5 - 25 Materials to @Demian "Things have been really coming up more and more lately. Status effects are becoming more and more prevalent. You'd think Dotes would work better, but it's more effective to lessen the damage and let them ride their course, than to waste time treating every single issue. Too much to deal with.."

Clamoring and chaos all around, an abrupt contrast to the serenity of their secluded forest home. Valkyrie cries from above ushered in the calculated swings of an emerald spear. Cool and ornate, its serrated edges cut crude gauges through the bodies of the swarming meat-stuff. Screams called the blade to retreat from its holster as its wielder spun to regard another group. For only a moment, she appeared to hesitate. Frantic steps staggered backwards, then carried her forward once again. "SOD OFF!!", cried Elora. Suddenly, her fingers had curled around his body. In a single motion o

Purchasing 6 Tiger Balms - 18 Mats to @Bistro

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On her way to the 1st floor teleporter, Ariel was gently massaging her shoulders after releasing a short sigh. What initially was planned as a visit at her mentor's shop; turned out to be a half day's of work, for her and her "bodyguards". *Yawn*"Sensei this was not the job we were promised today." said one of them as she brushed her hand against her (now filled) left pouch. "Although the pay was definitely better, right Hank?" "Couldn't agree more!" boomed the armored paladin, the shield on his back slightly rattling as he lets out a hearty laugh. "Yare yare" muttered Ariel, smiling at

thread closing. NIGHT + 6764 xp | (470 * 16 * 0.7) + 1500 + 2514 col | (xp * 0.15) + 1500 DEMIAN + 2487 xp | (470 * 3 * 0.7) + 1500 + 1900 col | 1500 + 400

“why does it rhyme?” night queried aloud. demian but rolled the answer in place, jiggling at the padlock and hoping it would give. it wouldn’t. given the lack of their final number, all he had to do was run through the digits from 1 to 9 until it would give way. the entire time, night had murmured the riddle under her breath. twice, and he had made it to ‘4’. no luck. on ‘5’ — “i’ve got it.” demian moved aside, handing her the lock as she drew in close. he hadn’t seen her answer, but he must’ve been close, he figured, if night had taken only seconds to get the hatch open. the wo

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

“so about earlier…” he had stopped. then, he kept climbing. “what about earlier?” “the man — er, creature, we fought. what do you think that was?” bile filled his mouth. the grip around his neck tightened. “does it matter? … it’s just an enemy.” “cardinal has done many things in creating its enemies,” night said, and demian could feel her glare upon his figure, “but none, so far, like that.” “what’s so different about it then?” “it swapped me,” she continued. “my consciousness, to where it was.” demian stopped again. “no enemy’s ever done that

they were still missing the last number. “we haven’t gone up the stairs at the entrance hall,” night piped up, once they’d verified nothing else could be reaped from the rooms they had ventured into. for each the other had explored separately, so too did their counterpart thereafter — they found a number of knickknacks, tchotchkes and toys. but no puzzles, and certainly less answers. “the last place we look,” he calmly agreed with a nod, before taking the lead on their expedition upwards, just as prior. it was here, then, in that familiarity of their setting that night found it in h

he gave her no reply after that. perhaps the one he was working on – which seemed like a prose – would prove to be of more help. he checked off the letters as he guessed at the probability of each word that could appear within the fields. and at the end — “ah…!” he turned his head to the side. towards night, what he saw was a puzzle completed, the empty gaps scratched in with a makeshift number, and the result was… “demian,” she started, the expression on her face deadpanned, “i don’t think this is a picture.” “so it isn’t,” he conceded. and yet he jotted down her results o

she toiled away at the puzzle, shading in the cells lightly where she thought the shapes were supposed to go. first, she expected an animal. then, a symbol of some kind, one undecipherable. when she was finally done, she showed it to demian to the backdrop of a distant rumble. the man hummed. “that’s what i thought i’d end up with, too.” “how?” said night, withdrawing the sketchbook to look over the puzzle herself. “you hadn’t even marked anything in here.” demian’s dismissive silence was all it took for her to examine the numbers involved. three empty boxes lined the sides

“a nonogram,” he stated, pulling himself away from his instructional guesses. he had in mind to have a duplicate of the puzzle, undone, stored in his memory just in case his theory for tackling it would fail, but beyond that, he looked over to night’s puzzle. the expression on her face told him she had no idea completely what they were trying to achieve. “the numbers on both the rows and columns indicate filled spaces that exist in the corresponding tiles. it’s usually a picture of some sort.” he hadn’t checked the other pages of the sketchbook, but it made sense that other examples appea

she followed the haunting song tentatively, jumping at the loud thud that ended it, and was only relieved after she found demian sitting on the couch, fixated on a sketchbook. a second pencil was in his hand, tapping at his cheek as he mulled over the puzzle. “i found another one,” night offered, handing him the bundle of newspapers. he glanced up from the past time, passing out the sketchbook towards her. “oh, good.” night tilted her head reflexively. “i was getting stuck on this one. here, you try it.” he took the newspaper, right as night took the seat beside him, t

he stayed not in the bedroom. the moment he had regathered himself, he took towards the living room; they had passed through here moments prior, not giving it a second look. perhaps, if night had taken to the other halls, then he should put himself to work here as well. he took the notepad with him, alongside its pencil. couched the latter upon his ear as he circled the room. the time was fixed at an odd hour; he had figured it meant the evening, but the passage of time lacking in the lighthouse was something worth investigating. demian jotted it down on the open page; if he had time, he’