Arabelle

"arabelle. tell them to bring it over themself." or: conversations that could have happened. (accepted.)

buying field rations and t4 immolation potion for 2,200 col.

ph -> CONSUMING: Feast (4/6) (Hirru's feast): +60 MIT. -> CONSUMING: Giant Pumpkin Pie (4/6) (Morningstar's feast): +3 PROBIOTICS. -> note: gonna take extra mass heals from baldur because someone drained bistro :( but waiting on a thread first. it's your favorite magical girl! ♡

purchasing 1 tiger's balm for 3 mats.

there's jomei, talking to himself. then not-doe-eyed acanthus, diligently hacking away at the lion. arabelle brightens at her appearance -- their last interaction had ended abruptly and she had been wondering if she should just cut to the chase and send her that text. "okay!" she cuts in front of the lion and swings damocles down from overhead. the blade pierces its skull and rips through the bone and flesh in its path, leaving the mob gaping open from crown to jaw, and an ensuing shockwave from a sword art blasts the rest of it in roughly the same halves, sending shudders through the gro

a strike from behind -- weaker than morningstar’s but still packing a hefty punch -- and the nemean lion whirls around furiously and its paw comes within inches of colliding with the fluttering white of its attacker. here is where she’s supposed to take the hit. …just kidding. she’s picky. getting tossed around like a ragdoll is never a good look. arabelle tears damocles out of the lion’s hide with a sunny smile. she switches her grip and bats its head back, and it recoils when it makes contact with the spear point at the reverse end of her scythe. “i’ve fought this mob a couple

arabelle took one glance at the message and sent it straight to her spam folder. the next morning, morningstar invites her to hunt and talk, a prospect she would have found infinitely attractive were she not sleep-deprived and in the middle of reassembling dozens of her wounded pets. still, arabelle considers it over a cup of coffee, her chair turned toward the artificial sun, and sends back a prompt response. ARABELLE: Ok! she returns to the infirmary and supervises a trio of skeletons in medic jackets reattaching another's leg. the patient stands, wobbly at firs

text. -> POST ACTION: ST-I vs Pallid Mask.

text. -> POST ACTION: Missed.

text. -> POST ACTION: ST-I vs Pallid Mask.

text. -> POST ACTION: ST-B vs Pallid Mask.

text. -> POST ACTION: ST-I (Charge) vs Pallid Mask.

text. -> 246038: LD 7 + 9 = 16 + 28 = 44/30.

text. -> 246037: LD 19 + 9 = 28/30.

* * * margaret considers the novelty of adventuring lost to her. it is never worth it, all the hours of aimless walking, all the vain hope that there is anything at all for one to find in the direction they had undertaken. standard quests are like needles in haystacks in the vastness of the floors they are contained in, and cardinal's processing power can only go so far. it knows to play favorites. companions can double the odds, if not soothe one's boredom and frustration, only... margaret had the misfortune of being paired with jomei. as if she could have stood to fawn over a cheap