Crozeph

Crozeph entered Yuki's shop excited, holding some kind of cake but made of marshmallows. He set it down the counter and looked at it, a loot from a really tasty looking dungeon. "Hey, I've got this delicious cake from a dungeon Night helped me with..." he scratched his head as he smiled at her "I don't want to eat this alone, is there a way where you can turn it into a, what do you call it? a feast?" he told her "that way we can both share it and also with others in battle." Perhaps he was just trying to tell Yuki that he wanted to eat the cake with her but knowing this guy, he's probably tryi

Name: Jacket of The Prince Profession: Merchant Rank: 2 Roll ID: 1st roll [174343] 2nd roll [174344] 3rd roll [174345] 4th roll [174346 Roll Result: [19] [18] [6] [14] Item Type: light armor Tier: 3 Quality: Demonic Enhancements: Loot Die II/Evasion/Savvy Description: A black jacket with a detachable hood, once modified to fit its user's taste. Now, it looks like a tracksuit that might come from a high-end fashion store or a cosplay website. One large red stripe tears down the side of its sleeves, and two folded collars sit on opposite ends of the front zipper. Large pockets line

Identifying T3 Demonic Light Armor ID: 174343 LD: 19 Loot Die ID: 174344 LD: 18 Loot Die ID: 174345 LD: 6 Savvy ID: 174346 LD: 14 Evasion Fresh from his easter dungeon escapade, Crozeph was excited to identify the item he got from Sebastian. He was a bit disappointed that the last mob wasn't a hot butler but things like that can be left in the back of his head, the unidentified item in front of him must be identified. Crozeph gently grabbed his cup of tea and sat on the oldest kotatsu he just bought from the twins Zatsune and Hatsune "it's not as good as what Yuki and Mari have in

wh- is that you Kit Harington?

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"Hmm?" Crozeph turned his attention at the door as someone entered the shop. For the past few days, he's been arranging his stocks and trying his best to keep up with inventory and price updates. It was a hard task but hey, it's his shop and the responsibility is weighed down on his shoulder. The person looked like he didn't want small talk and so as soon as he mentioned his business to the player, Crozeph gathered the items and began computing the total of what the customer will get. "This will take a minute," he said as he continued computing. Junk sale Tier 1 Consumables | Total:

~Approved~

Skill(s) Being Dropped: Searching [Rank 1] Mod(s) Being Dropped: n/a SP Refunded: 5 SP Cost: 5000

~Approved~

"So I'm gonna need a few healing crystals, some recovery stuff and shit. I should get some mass healing too so..." it was a loud thud. The brown-haired player slammed his face on the door of Cintamani as he is preoccupied with managing his inventory slot. The boss fight was drawing near and he had few to none of what he should be bringing. A few people who were passing by looked at him as gave a faint mocking smile as the player scratched his nose "I hate having deep thoughts" he told himself before going in. "Sup homie" Crozeph greeted Bistro. He had been buying stuff from the alchemist

Crozeph entered the shop of his most trusted alchemist, preparing some stuff for when things go south or shit hits the fan like Kimbo Slice. The ambiance of the place never fails to calm him, an alchemy shop in a form of a coffee shop. He was no fan of Starbucks but he never fails also to appreciate a good craft, he knew that Bistro was and is good enough. His demeanor for the day however was unsightly. Unbuttoned shirt, disheveled hair, and weary-looking eyes like some who took an overtime while in overtime at the office or a programmer who still couldn't find what's wrong with his program. "

"I know this hotdog stand," Crozeph thought as he stood before it. He heard of it from Baldur and Cordelia and he saw it on the boss meeting "wait, I think that's a taco wagon" he scratched his forehead. The confusion was expected and Crozeph just wanted to buy something when he saw that the stand is actually a place. As he entered, he saw how clean the place was and polished to perfection. "Even my breath would slip on these" he thought. He went to the counter and did his business, buy some items. The last hotdog he saw was Cerberus and its evolved form. This time a food that he always ate wh

Crozeph walked inside the shop from a different door again. He kept forgetting that Yuki's house is connected to her shop but now he remembers it. The place seem to have people from time to time but Crozeph is baffled by how her shop isn't as popular as the Krusty Krab. He's not gonna judge people and their tastes when it comes to food but Crozeph had to say something as he went behind the counter "home-made style foods are underrated, shame they couldn't get a taste of her cooking" he uttered as he looked at Yuki's stock of items. "Got orders lately?" he asked her "I'm gonna have a few of you

As the place began to move as if someone is living inside it, Crozeph could only remain still as his crumpled paper was taken from him and felt like someone was taking his measures "this..." for a moment he heard a girl's voice and was surprised with how she said she didn't want visitors "well I'm not here to visit you, some people pointed this place so I went in and..." his item was already in front of him and her last words before disappearing was to deal with the payment and leave "why thank you for this, I'll visit next time and leave donuts. I'm sure you'll like them and might show your f

The snow of Floor four has always been a psychological pain to Crozeph. His dark brown hair covered with snow as he continues to traverse the place. Pramanix was walking beside him and upon noticing her master's reactions to the cold, the snow leopard transformed into a scarf and gently wrapped around his neck "thanks Pramanix" he said. Crozeph has been looking for a player-run shop in Snowfrost but the settlers seem to point him to a certain place where a player and a ghost resides and that player's profession was what he was looking for "that sounds like bullshit" he thought as he listened.