Arabelle

non-linear narrative (?). (received.)

oh, it's just the new floor messing everything up. nothing to see here, she supposes. (accepted.) (trading the following to night.) 10 mats. 2 demonic shards. wayfinder LOOT DIE III [SHOP] | TIER 1 PERFECT TRINKET | [state]: crafted a star-shaped charm made up of various translucent teal-coloured petals, framed with silver and held together with taut strings. at its center is a stylized metal heart, and at one of the petals' ends is a loop tied with a knot, so that the charm is capable of being hung or locked around another object. the item calls back to a foreign myt

i wear no mask. "sit down," he says. she sits. she takes the only upright stool at the bar, the one where he had also lain his cloak, and her hands unthinkingly follow an old, well-loved motion of gathering up the ends where they might graze the flats of her dirty shoes, folding them instead over her lap. this floor is under quarantine, she wants to say, primly, like the newly decorated frontliner she is, like he will never be, but somewhere between the first step past the cracked threshold and the thence bitter recognit

misplaces an entire demonic shard. (traded to ariel.)

"not an off base assumption ara--" "arabelle." "--wasn't callisto supposed to..." she listens, her red eyes following the man as he appears to assume headship of the group, but where wulfrin fully loses her is in the second part of his guess. not to mention how pretentious it is to think their hunt had any bearing. even when cursed, callisto had done nothing but sit pretty in His lair, maul the occasional unlucky hunter or animal, until the frontlines had gone and poked the proverbial bear. would anything have changed in a month? a year? oh, this was the one that brought a raid

for His last act, callisto had looked to the sky. they thought Him mindless, a puppet, a corpse cursed to sate its once-soul's rage, but in the end, what little that remained had finally bid the body to lay itself to sleep and His eyes searched for comfort in dispassionate stars. He had no place among them. after, arabelle, standing distant from her party after her last attack, collapses. the water is still there, and with her legs folded beneath her and her palms braced on the hard ground, almost half of her ends up soaked. it's over. she killed the bear. she's trembling u

-> claiming: (2) maddening hex.

"no, thank you, an," arabelle corrects. she takes the demonic from an -- heavy! -- and hefts its blade to point upwards, running a finger down the sharp edge. a thin red line slits open the flat of her index. she continues, careful to lighten her tone. "absolute accuracy and vampiric... only to land on a sword." "ehehehe-- sorry, sorry!!" "i'll find some use for it. actually, an, keep a record of this one's enhancements. if a straight sword user comes looking for this combination, you can send them to me." an straightens, her shyness ebbing away at the talk of another transactio

"i don't drink," she says automatically. then she blinks, no, she is more out of it than she thought, that wasn't the point, and soon amends, "but for today i'll make an exception." the last shot of energy is more forceful, almost painful as it shocks her body out of falling into a sleep state all at once, and she but pours it out of her before it could eat its way through her veins, feeling herself take a step forward and the scythe held by herself be poised for another strike. callisto and His very domain are in agonal breathing. a grander finale meant asking for one more shot. she does

"hm..." she lets the swordswoman and her shield wrangle the last of the smaller dogs. her eyes are on the bigger target and he has just emerged from the back of the cave. cerberus snarls, magma dripping from his jaws. he thunders forward and his heads thrash in wildly different directions as though he wanted to bite into all three of their surprise party at once. everyone wakes up a little ravenous sometimes. not often does dinner want to eat them back. arabelle slices off the one head angling to gore her. then at that point she stops caring about precision and thusly redirects

she is party to a kind of comedy or something and this is her cue to laugh. laugh. she doesn't. arabelle cuts and chops and hacks away at callisto's decaying body, ignoring the remnants of ghosts bahr had dispelled. confusion and cautious hope ripples through the raid, starting with a booming yell from a voice she doesn't recognize, and she's sure they'll all dissolve into a puddle of happy tears once this is all over. even the bear looks disgruntled. had she been in a less foul mood, and in any other team, perhaps the one involved, she might have dipped into the obligation to play a

the item changes hands over a pair of wineglasses. paradise lost [soundtrack: perfect (masterpiece)] Incarceration/Instant.

huh. did someone die? from the fog comes screaming. desperate rallying calls. rage. grief. arabelle, having earlier pried herself from the revenant to stand by lessa, bahr, and jomei's little cuddle pile to check on their tank's condition, quietly turns her head in the direction of the uproar, her expression blank. the world seems to have stood still in that moment, as on a side of the battleground invisible to her, pieces of light drifted to stilled waters. well, things had been rather boring around here. they even threw a marriage party at the raid meeting. her red eyes l

the knightly woman, light of her life, comes up to her. "another top off." "appreciate it." a rejuvenating force washes through arabelle's tired limbs. it is barely enough to stem the tide, but in the moment, it works. she has, what, three attacks remaining, if she budgets? four with their helpful support's little magic trick. "i might need to swap into doing something less consumptive soon," arabelle reluctantly warns the four gathered around her, "any of you need me on plant burning duty, give me a holler." but for now, with a stronger sword art in tow, she'll stick to the ro

[12/02/2024]

[12/01/2024]

the garden of proserpine. f10. | two story home. [location: the endless caverns.] Description: a sunken circle of land embalmed in artificial sunlight. Rooms + Upgrades: 6/10 room slots, 2/2 yard slots. floor 1: | living room, basic kitchen, storage closet, basement. floor 2: | master bedroom, master bathroom, guest room. floor 3: | attic (storage). yard: | extended workshop (storage shed), mega slime farm.

regardless of her own skill, an is still the luckiest girl on the block. and she hadn't been lying when she spoke her blessing over the lights. she promised it twice. so, with a new batch of curiosities from her recent trip, arabelle takes the convenient excuse to visit her friend. she waits around the corner for the last customer to finish their transaction, then she walks forward and places her spoils on the merchant's counter. a familiar motion. "hello, an," arabelle greets, "remember our old routine? please find me the shiniest things from these piles. i also want to buy some mys

paradise lost [soundtrack: perfect (masterpiece)] Incarceration/Instant.

[11/30/2024]

arabelle... accidentally drops her name? ["i'm borrowing it. i'll give it back when i'm done."] 1,318 Flower Petals | [link.] 32 Aarti | [link.] (sent to yue hua.)

[11/29/2024] # aarti: 2

stagger, stagger, stagger! the half health point is breached. the revenant beast is flayed open and melting, the fleshy and soft bits stripping away to bare the nebulous power driving Him far, far past His natural death. something like a tangible heavy fog presses her down and visibility dips. binding roots spring from the turbid water. He folds His hunters between sky and earth. as if that would stop their ascent. the music stops. bahr burns away the hindrances. there is a tickling feeling like the ghost of a maniacal laugh building up in arabelle's chest, but for appearan

thread summary. + 1,788 exp | 500 + (322 * 4 * 1) + 339,208 col | 2,000 + 400 + (1,788 * 0.15) + 336,540 + 114 mats + 1 mon + 6 demonic shards + 3 gleaming scales + 1,318 flower petals + (27) t4 perfect weapons + (22) t4 perfect light armor + (7) t4 perfect trinkets + (22) t4 perfect consumables + (7) t4 rare weapons + (6) t4 rare light armor + (10) t4 rare trinkets + (5) t4 rare consumables + (5) t4 uncommon consumables + (9) random dungeon maps

vision and mobility is quite the understatement for how the only afflicted member of the party had looked, but if arabelle were to take cordelia at her word, she really wouldn’t care at all. the physical discomfort – she’ll deal. this boss is so massive and consequently so loud that she could project all of its attacks blind. look, here is another one to compete. the party had switched tanks briefly, she had glimpsed, and now the original is back in the running and he is starting up the old racket. arabelle spins around, grit teeth, her back facing their knightly support. perhaps she