Arabelle

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

She was still waiting on An to finish re-identifying her weapon, on top of the dozen things she just paid the poor merchant girl to do, so over to the hot dog shop she went. Both were conveniently on the same floor and Arabelle already had plans for another Easter egg hunt tomorrow, so it was all for the sake of efficiency. And she really just wanted to go to bed after her first trip. "Hey, Oscar," she greeted. Oh goody, he had everything she needed! "That one, that one, and..." Pointing to each one in turn, she traded over her payment and left the shop. Food buffs for tomorrow, chec

Back again, and only after a few days after An lent her that LD trinket. "Hey, An!" she chirped as she entered the shop with her reroll ticket in hand. Even for Arabelle, she was in an unusually good mood, and she presented the reason why at the counter: she summoned Amaterasu, set it down with care, and offered the [Easter Bunny's Favor] to the merchant. "Thanks for the trinket. It was really a lot of help with the loot. I even bought the item I wanted the most already! So I wanted you to do the honors. Will you?" Then she suddenly snatched the ticket back. "Oh, but first, I ha

As promised, she returned and bought some items. Shortly after a gamewide announcement of the newest event, she'd made a beeline for the shops. Arabelle didn't want to do her shopping late only to find all of the LD items in stock were sold out. She figured it was a possibility; based on the mechanics, LD appeared to be the most important stat for the earlier part of the event, and she didn't want to have to wait around for the stock to be replenished. Nope! Too much precious time wasted. ...she was glad she only had to eat one hotdog at a time though.

So come back she did. An hour or so after store opening, Arabelle arrived, shrugging off her hood and holding up a large pouch filled to the brim with the goodies An seemed to have taken much interest in. Too bad none of them were for her. "Junk sell. Everything," she set down the bag, loosening the string as she laid it on its side, and out spilled a smorgasbord of performer crystals, "I've been moving around a lot lately, and I figured, why not declutter my inventory? Really sucks having to scroll through a bunch of items just to find the ones I need." The small purple-haired girl stepp