Arabelle

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Arabelle smiled. "Well-placed trades~." And she wouldn't say any more. Her ashen eyes were drawn to the weapon Mishiro produced and my, was it a sight to behold. Woven into obsidian plates were the remnants of an all-consuming flame; a malevolence that grew, existed, thrived off of destroying everything in its reach. And it was Cursed, too — no wonder Mishiro wouldn't agree with it. "Ah! No, not that one." She held down the Favor her friend had selected with a finger. Though they all appeared identical to the two girls' inexperienced eyes, Arabelle had made a very small fol

"And there she is, right on time!" Arabelle exclaimed. Cutting their conversation short, she spun around to meet her friend. Her hands reached out to grasp both of Mishiro's and she pulled the girl forward, walking with her back turned the way they were both headed. Too many repeated visits to this little shop in the past few days, and she knew exactly where every single pile of junk was. "I was gone the whole day, did you miss me? I'm sure you did, so here's what I have to make up for it!" They reached An's counter and she dropped Mishiro's hands to make a grand, sweeping gesture with he

This time, the pile was so big that both merchant and customer could barely make rhyme or reason of the incomplete data structures of varying size and shape on Pandora's counter. Dear god, that thing was sturdy — to have gone through this much use and abuse over the almost month-long duration of the event without even a single dent on its surface. "So—" First things first: the shoes. What on earth were those? Arabelle had received a notif of another Paralytic Immunity enhancement, but she hadn't exactly believed An's words when the merchant described how horrendous they were. The pair hel

Now should be good, right? Andromeda: Yeah You can pick up all the consumables now Looking forward to seeing you, Senpai! :0 Arabelle cracked a smile at the merchant girl's usual cheery tone — she could practically hear her voice over the messages. Today, she was entering An's shop without anything for her to identify; the girl was busy enough as is and she really hadn't gone on that trip with Mishiro yet. "Hi~," she greeted. An had already spoken to her about the enhancements she had gotten on her consumables, and really, it was the only reason why she was going out of he

Arabelle took each of the vials (and... jawbreakers?) in turn, tapping an option which displayed their enhancements on a floating window. [Mitigation], [HP Recovery], another [Mitigation]... the list went on. "Exactly what I needed. You're doing better by the day, An," the girl praised. She transferred her new consumables to her inventory and looked down at the trinket that had the merchant PMing her in an excited rush yesterday. "I decided not to bring a reroll ticket in, actually. I've been thinking... and the only way I could see this item being useful to me is if it were a [Demonic] with t

Arabelle had the col to spare and an abundance of unidentified loot in her inventory, so she paid a visit to her favorite shop once night fell. Pushing the door open, the small bell on the wooden frame rang to announce her arrival, and the casually dressed girl walked in to find An with another customer. So Pandora's was seeing more foot traffic now? She felt a little proud for her cute amateur merchant. Arabelle would give a dismissive wave if the two were to look over — don't mind me~ — and stayed well out of the counter's sight, keeping herself entertained with the bits and bobbles sca

Arabelle was getting tired of making trip after trip to Oscar's shop, so on her fourth visit, the girl finally reconciled herself with the fact that she was going to be eating nothing but hotdogs for buffs in the couple more excursions she had planned for Easter. She entered the shop with the intent to buy three LD hotdogs and three Prosperity hotdogs— which was as much as she estimated she would be needing. At minimum. After this event, Arabelle would never look at a hotdog the same way ever again. "Well," said the small purple-haired girl as she approached the counter with her

An's innocent joys were always a pleasure to witness. Really, at Rank 3, the excitement from gaining shop EXP must have died down a little at that point. But no— maybe it was just typical An, who held three Demonics with unique enhancements but still hummed in a small celebration whenever she identified a unique. So Arabelle chose to stay and watch, making small conversation as the merchant girl used her refreshed daily identifications to finish Arabelle's pile. "Thank you very much! Now you should get some sleep, An." She accepted all five consumables with a smile. "This has been fu

She'd gone out and paid Oscar's shop a visit after she tried and failed to make conversation with the busy Andromeda. Maybe dumping all of those things on her made for too much pressure. Oopsie. So she left the merchant girl to her own devices, only returning when An sent her a message. "You didn't miss me too much, I hope?" In response, An plopped Arabelle's requested general stock items on the table. "Okay, so—" And a trade window opened, displaying the col from her junk sale with the merchant's share already subtracted. Hardly a moment after Arabelle pressed 'Accept', the merchant