Arabelle

Dustin did his thing. She playfully rolled her eyes at his comment and nudged him back. Healer did her thing and cheered on them. Aw, she was actually a bit of a cutie. Tank did the exact opposite of what she was asked to. Even though the remaining two from the current wave had a small sliver of HP left and could've been wrecked with another well-placed AoE and Tank lacked the Thorns to compensate for her decision to refrain from attacking. And after witnessing one strike the healer even when Tank had already <<Howled>> beforehand, it was blindingly obvious that <<Howl>> didn't have its desired effect on the newer mobs who were coming in to replace their dead friends.

Jesus Christ, what was it tanks these days?

"Ever heard of the phrase 'the best defense is a good offense,' sugar?" Arabelle yelled over the sound of heavy rain and clashing metals. She understood what Tank was trying to do - to a certain point. "Why the hell were you playing safe? I said their attacks were too weak to kill any of us. We could have wiped that previous wave! Or is that rapier just for decoration?"

So in the end, her little plan only resulted in killing half the previous wave. They were going too slow for her liking, but whatever; it was better than wasting her energy on another overkill. If only the other guys (sans the healer) had attempted attacks instead of sticking to their role like what their dumb buffoon selves only - wait, where was Dagger?

He was there at the sidelines with a snack. 

Lovely.

Arabelle's already short temper flared.

"Get in here and pull your own damn load, or we're kicking you out!" -- Her eyes narrowed. Pity. And he had that cute mysterious bad boy appeal, too. -- "We're not going to let you have those rewards if you don't even try, you hear me?"

And Arabelle wanted so badly to wipe that smug grin off his face with her scythe, but she had other priorities. She nodded gratefully to Dustin when he moved back to give her space - she didn't want to hit him with her scythe or something; with the reach of her weapon, it was bound to happen sometimes - and charged up another Sword Art. 

"So, yes or no, can we actually kick someone out of our party?"

She would listen to whoever answered her later. The small purple-haired girl sped forward, fueled by her anger at a game's matchmaking system failing her again, and unleashed her barrage of attacks on a very unlucky group of Rain Minions.

So they got decent loot even without the Prosperity bonus on one of the drops. Okay, fine. Arabelle was fine with that. Definitely fine. (No, she wasn't!). Stryder told her earlier not to worry about it, but that had been the entire point of him giving her a Prosperity buff! What if she got both mobs down? How much Col would it have given? Her frustration was temporarily placated by the lax brown-haired guy handing her another one of his snacks.

Arabelle brightened. "No, no, it's fine~," she responded without even paying much attention to what he had been apologizing for. She dismissed her scythe and took a bite out of her share, relishing in the sugary sweet taste. She waved him goodbye when he left - ruuude, but after only two mobs, everyone else was already drained and kind of super done. 

She would have been okay with another round, if it meant pleasing her favorite guild leader. 

Speaking of.

The small purple-haired girl finished her snack and checked on the progress of the other team. Stryder punched the gross toad thing. The other guy stood somewhere off to the side, probably regenerating energy. They both looked equally as tired and the toad was almost dead. She glanced up at her HP bar, then her energy, then back at her team. With a quick flick of her hand, she kicked herself off the party and resummoned her scythe.

The Other Girl wouldn't even attempt something like this.

Arabelle fired off a request to join her guild leader's party and sped forward, giving Stryder a passing "We're done with ours!" as she charged up a Sword Art. She launched herself to the air, spinning like a top as she came down on the already-weakened toad with three swift swings of her scythe. Thrusting her hilt downward, she gracefully flipped off her scythe and landed a short distance away from the mob that probably had ten-something levels on her.

No matter. Mr. Toad fell to the ground, struggling to get up. <<Paralyzed>>.

Name: Le Gibet
Your Profession: Performer
Your Rank: 2
Roll ID: 119269
Roll Result: 12 (LD: 1)
Item Type: Debuff Song
Tier: 1
Quality: Perfect
Enhancements: Incarceration
Description: [reference] Recorded on a rectangular crystal with a black phoenix etched to one of its sides. On occasion, a dark energy would swirl in its blue depths, representative of the slow, ominous piece written in 1908 by Ravel. It presents an ominous tenor of a setting sun and a dead man hanging on the gallows. Hearer, the bell tolls for thee. 
Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/16480-f11-r2-performer-magnolia/?do=findComment&amp;comment=576509

Party's over. Get your rewards and go home.

Requesting to close for inactivity. Col rewards have been distributed to the players who have been active in the past month.

~~~ SUMMARY ~~~

Arabelle

• 3 SP
• 320 Col

@Krysta, @Vigilon, @Dazia, @Pinball

• 2 SP
• 320 Col

@Spangie

• 3 SP

@Novafire, @Grimm, @Benjamin Bookworm, @Froppy

• 2 SP

@Epsilon, @Macaroon, @Reinholt, @Sharr

• 1 SP

Overkill!

Arabelle paused to admire the result of her work - three Rain Minion's HP values dropping much faster than expected. They split into data fragments and dissipated into the air. All because of her. She dropped back as three more came forward - ripe and ready for the chopping block!

They were also weaker than expected. She wasn't going to continually use her strongest Sword Art; they were weak, but many. Even if she killed this wave in one sweep, there would be more to replace them. She pulled her dripping wet hair out of its complicated updo and tied it back into a simpler ponytail - the side bangs were starting to get distracting. As three minions attacked her teammates, she rested her scythe on her shoulder and casually brought up her message window.

An estimate of 40 HP. 

Lovely.

Arabelle dismissed her windows.

"Hey, Dustin! Use your second AoE after mine!" she called out, prepping her scythe. This was an entire horde they were facing, with no breaks in between; Arabelle needed to conserve her EN if she wanted to keep her damage output consistent. As she regarded the minions in front of her, she thought it appropriate to call out orders to the rest of the team. "Healer, stay behind us and do your thing." Your damage is probably pathetic, anyway. "Tank, you don't need to <<Howl>> for this, Dustin and I can take it! Go after the stuff we miss, got it? Same goes to you, uh..." She glanced up at her party's status bars. "Dagger."

She never talked to any of them before this, how was she supposed to know their names?

Whatever.

"Shi-chan!" Her scythe flared in response as she leaped over the two players in her team who had taken damage, placing herself between the mobs and them. Not because she was defending. Rather, it was the best position to unleash another barrage of attacks! Two Rain Minions that were unlucky enough to be standing the closest took most of the damage, but the other two standing behind still found themselves shredded by the shock waves generated by her swings. 

Lumberjack? More like cutting through butter.

"Now, Dustin!"

Another one of those answers, complete with a smile. If Arabelle didn't know any better, she would have thought this guy was anything but a guild leader and one of the stronger players of SAO. She kind of liked that part of him that smiled brightly with a genuine care for his friends despite all the things he went through. It made her want to squeeze his cheeks and call him an innocent cinnamon roll and vow to protect him forever.

"I like playing the classics," she said after a moment of thought. "You know, the songs that come to mind when you mention the piano? Beethoven, Chopin, Mozart, Debussy... Not only is it what makes people impressed when you play it, but they sound really good, too! Ah, but piano covers of pop songs are also fun. It's just too bad we can't buy any of those in here..."

An NPC waiter arrived and set their food on the table. Though she had only chosen a random meal for two, Arabelle thought she'd cashed (or rather, Stryder had) in on the full Italian experience! There was a pizza topped with basil, mozzarella, and tomato sauce, a lasagna, some accompanying drinks, and gelato. All good for two.

The small purple-haired girl clapped her hands together.

"Itadakimasu!"

Arabelle took some lasagna and a slice of pizza for herself (using only her fork and knife like a proper lady would) and she sampled her drink. "No need to apologize. I like hearing you talk, sugar," she spoke smoothly. As they ate, she considered his words. A home? It wasn't every day she heard someone describe their guild like that. It was usually just flexing. Like: 'We have the strongest players you can rely on for help!' 'We're a dedicated frontline guild!' 'We occupy a niche and therefore our cause is one of the most important!' Not that there was anything wrong with guilds who actively take part in the clearing effort.

But how to put it? They were all quite rigid and boring.

"What? Does exploring the safe zone on the higher floors count?" She tilted her head to the side playfully and gave a small laugh. "Floor 3. I went on the armor quest for beginners with a friend. How about you, sugar? I'm guessing you've been to the highest."

After kicking her familiar out of the room (for concentration), Arabelle set down her last three performer crystals. She didn't even have enough to use up all her craft attempts for the day! The small purple-haired girl took her place in front of the piano and breathed in deeply.

So she was going to make it count.

Straightening her music sheets, the pianist stretched out her hands and began to play. The first shattered though she simply continued with a shake of her head. The second had the same result and her brow creased in frustration, but she took another deep breath and played. She stared intently at her notes, fingers gliding gently across piano keys as she translated silent instructions into a dark foreboding sound that reverberated around the room like the tolling of a funeral bell, until the sounds were absorbed as input by the performer crystal.

Darkness swirled inside her completed crystal.

This song was not meant to heal. 

Name: Nocturne, Op. 9, No. 2
Your Profession: Performer
Your Rank: 2
Roll ID: 119211
Roll Result: 11 (LD: 16)
Item Type: Debuff Song
Tier: 1
Quality: Rare
Enhancements: [x2] Lullaby
Description: [reference] A piano composition by Chopin, inspired by the night. When played, an opponent's movements will grow sluggish and will thus be easier to hit. Recorded on a rectangular blue crystal with a small black phoenix etched into one of its sides.
Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/16480-f11-r2-performer-magnolia/?do=findComment&amp;comment=576417

[Quick note: 'Le sygne' was a masterpiece craft and I forgot to put down its effect. When I added it to my shop's stock, I just went ahead and gave it the 'instant' effect.]

The sun rose as she brought her third piece to a close. The small purple-haired girl picked up her first successful debuff crystal and examined it for a moment before carefully placing it in her inventory. Arabelle wasn't sure if the increase in the number of daily craft attempts that came with her profession rank up was a good thing or a bad thing. Sure, her recent success came at the third attempt - something she would not have been able to do yesterday - and she thought playing for a longer time period led to some minor improvements to her performance at the end. 

But... she looked down at her last three performer crystals, neatly arranged on a table to the side of the room. 

She was burning through her materials like mad! 

The rain was coming down harder. Arabelle was drenched and not at all impressed with the current situation, but the prospect of wiping out hordes of mobs with a swing of her scythe at least brought a smile to her face.

"We're mopping up the weak stuff so the higher-levels don't have to," the small purple-haired girl replied automatically as her guildmate arrived. She was glad he decided to come, it was a moment best shared with a close friend! A few more arrived: Mace, who took one look at the lizard fish thingies and decided they were positively delectable, Dustin's redheaded friend from the Christmas event, that one rather good-looking guy who bought a crystal from her shop, and a few more people she didn't recognize. "...They're pretty easy to distinguish."

Ashen eyes flicked from one player to another. She wanted both a tank and a healer at best, with most of the damage dealing being left up to her and Dustin, but as the horde advanced, she found that they had no time to organize into teams.

So they just partied up randomly. Whatever.

Mace was in the other team - but her role was quickly taken up by a player with vibrant pink hair who was using the same catchphrase as her how dare she. One of the  preppy blondes who'd announced themselves as healers ended up on their team. Some guy with a neat coat. And naturally, Dustin was with her. 

Whether it be from wanting to end the waiting game or their leader's orders, the horde of minions charged forward and encircled the group of players who had come to face it. All possible escape paths that didn't involve teleport crystals were cut off and Arabelle had to note that they had failed on one of the basic parts of defending a town: they had failed to form a defensive line and currently, a few of the mobs were between them and the gates to the main settlement.

Lovely.

At least their full attention was on their groups of players. And conveniently enough, that charge led the minions away from the higher-leveled stuff, so the T1 players were free to kill them as they pleased. 

Arabelle smirked and hoisted up her scythe.

"Let's go on a festival date after this, Dustin!"

--Dustin charged in and slipped. 

Lovely.

"What? A cookie won't wipe my memory of that fail," Arabelle laughed. She snatched it from him before he could possibly pull it back. With a wink, she quickly finished it off and faced the four mobs that were between them and the town entrance. Their tank <<Howled>>. Their healer missed an attack. She didn't see what cloak guy did, but it certainly wouldn't measure up to her! The small purple-haired girl advanced as the mobs drew closer to the source of the <<Howl>>. 

"Thanks for rounding them up!"

Arabelle passed the tank and ignited her scythe. She waded right into the thick of it - just where she wanted to be - and the player behind her could see her lips pull up into a smug smile before she disappeared in a black-and-green blur. 

It was a dance of death. A wide swing caught two of the minions who were unlucky enough to be the closest. Another slash quickly followed, chasing - catching only one of the two that were still undamaged. No matter. As the three were still reeling from their attacks, Arabelle distanced herself with a small leap and twirled her scythe in her hands. She swung her weapon once, twice - executing an unrelenting flurry of attacks that left the three unlucky mobs covered in the red marks of her scythe's blade.

Arabelle distanced herself from the mobs and turned to the rest of her team with a smile.

"Handle the last one, will you?"

Today didn't yield any good results either. She'd made sure the piano was properly tuned. She did her usual ritual of closing her eyes for a second and meditating before pressing 'record' on the crystal. She played her favorite song for a change, and she thought she even felt a spark ignite in her dull heart at its beautiful, somber melody. And when that didn't work, she continued with the song she performed on the day she took her profession quest.

But no matter what she did, it felt wrongwrongwrong. Arabelle salvaged her last craft and slumped over the piano, staring vacantly at the window that had appeared in front of her.

Level up!

The small purple-haired girl dismissed it with a flick of a gloved hand. Maybe she was just out of it today.

"I forgot to do that thing!" Arabelle whined. That, coupled with the constant loud and unpleasant sound generating from her arms pressing down on the piano keys (it was turning into a bad habit), was enough for Moondust to very smartly fly back up to the third floor where it could continue its nap in relative peace. She buried her head in her arms and underneath the keyboard, her legs swung in a rather frantic and childish fashion. "'Thank you for shopping. Please come again.' It's basic shopkeeper etiquette! I rehearsed it in my head beforehand. How did I forget? Do you think he's gonna come back?"

"You're doing fine," and it was followed by the sound of him dismissing his half-finished craft and his sewing materials to his inventory - lest he also end up failing all his craft attempts at her constant distraction, "If anything, the advice you offered gave him something else to come back to."

The small purple-haired girl lifted her head. He had a point. Then she saw the remnant crystal dust of the crafts she had failed today.

"I haven't crafted anything decent in three days, too!"

Claude could only sigh and pat her back comfortingly as she continued on her tangent.
 

Today's last notes still lingered in the air as Arabelle watched her second performer crystal break into pieces. She cracked her knuckles and relaxed her posture, dematerializing the first crystal she had managed to salvage. She wasn't feeling it today either. 

Downstairs, the shopkeeper's bell rang as the door opened. Her crow flapped its wings by its perch. No one was scheduled to come in today, and her friends knew she wasn't a fan of surprise visits, which means... 

The small purple-haired girl smoothed down her casual clothes and went downstairs. "Welcome to Magnolia. How may I help you?" she greeted with a smile. Her tone was clear, professional. It was definitely not something she repeated to herself every day for practice. "It's a Familiar Sight. Play it after you accept the familiar quest, and it'll boost your chances of finding one by a..." Her gaze flicked from the man's vibrant red coat to the craft in his hands. "A +2! And the buff lasts until the familiar quest is completed, so you only need to have one. Do you want it? That'll be 700 Col."

She would accept the payment and give one bit of advice before he left, "That quest has pretty low chances, so it's most effective if you stack other buffs on top of it. A Spyglass from a merchant, an LD consumable from a cook, and an equipment with LD enhancements. Good luck on finding that familiar, mister."

And that made her first customer.

Arabelle smiled proudly to herself after the player left. 

Seeing him come from outside the safe zone was a bit of a surprise. Arabelle eyed him and his wear for a sec, and her curious gaze definitely did not linger on his muscular biceps or the way his wet shirt clung to his tight form or the way he flipped his hair back - no, definitely not. 

"What? It's just been a few days and yet you're talking like it's been a month." The small purple-haired girl smiled innocently. "Just kidding. I started up my Performer profession again!" Thus, her need to gather materials. Frankly, the process of gathering was boring but maybe not so much with the actual crafting. There was a certain joy in seeing the rewards to her effort... and a certain misery at seeing a recording she had worked hard on turn out to be a failure. RNGeesus, why you have no consideration?! Either way, she had rediscovered her enthusiasm for crafting by some weird force of nature and it reflected in her eyes. "Again... meaning I took the quest a year ago with someone named Pinball, opened a shop right after, and kind of never did anything with it. I don't know what compelled me to actually go through with it, but hey, why not?"

Nodding confidently to herself, she started them off on their walk to the <<Garden>>.

"Say, where did you come from earlier? Got in a fight or something? It sure looks like it."

Name: Le sygne
Your Profession: Performer
Your Rank: 1
Roll ID: 118802
Roll Result: 10 (LD: 19)
Item Type: Support Song
Tier: 1
Quality: Uncommon -- Masterpiece
Enhancements: [x1] HP Recovery
Description: [reference] The 13th movement of the Carnival of the Animals composed by Saint-Saens transcribed for piano. Upon hearing its slow, beautiful melody, the user would feel a wave of calm and regenerate their wounds. Recorded on a rectangular blue crystal with a small black phoenix etched into one of its sides.
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Staring up at her third-floor room's ceiling, she kicked off her desk and spun on her swivel chair. At the corner of her vision, the walls of her bedroom and the paintings - courtesy of her best friend - and photographs hanging on it blended together in a dizzying, colorful blur as she kept up her momentum, going faster, and faster, and faster - Arabelle put her foot down on the floor and her spin skidded to a sudden stop. The world around her was still whirling.

She took a moment to recover from her dizziness. Then it was back to aimlessly staring at her ceiling again. She wanted to do something today - anything that wasn't crafting. But then she clapped her hands on both of her cheeks in an attempt to motivate herself. She wanted to level up her shop. She wanted to sell stuff. Okay! Getting up, the small purple-haired girl almost stumbled as she made her way out of her room and downstairs to the second floor.

Maybe the dizziness had an effect on her; she only crafted one item and it was of the lowest quality.

"If it's not an orange player," Arabelle began. "It's an event raid."

"I'm not complaining. Instances like these always mean drops," and Claude's smile was bright even as a group of terrified NPCs rushed past them. "Drops, Arabelle~!"

"You don't have to say it twice, sugar."

Above them, the skies turned gray and raindrops battered relentlessly against their shared umbrella. Even from the safe zone, it was clear there was something unusual happening to the main festival outside - whatwith the huge freaking event boss in the distance that looked like it could flatten the main settlement in minutes - and a passing NPC had stammered over its response when she demanded it to tell them what was going on. The small purple-haired girl almost sighed. If someone died from this, it'll be another long night watching him mope about over that one insensitive remark. 

By silent agreement, Claude pushed the umbrella onto her hands and held her still. 

A moment passed.

"Stay safe." The scout pulled back and phased into his combat attire. He barely made a sound as he drew the hood of his cloak and, in a sudden burst of speed and stealth, disappeared into the heavy rain.

Arabelle turned over his spare Teleport Crystal in her hands. How cute. Like she was going to need it. Despite her thoughts, she gave a small satisfied smile as she replaced her casual clothes for a light armor set and the newest version of her scythe. Moving out of the panicking NPCs' paths, the small purple-haired girl headed for the edge of the settlement - the same way he had gone - at a much slower pace. 

She waited and no other messages came aside from a rather informative one about the types of mobs present and a promise to give her updates. He'd completely ignored her playful accusation. Wise move. "Yeah, I totally feel the love," Arabelle said. Still, she took his advice. Making her way to the town exit, she remained at the edge of the safe zone and watched the players that were gathering. "It's a pretty large horde, so..."

A team. Or just a partner. Competent fighter she was, she still wanted someone around to cover her back. Reopening her PMs, she sent a quick message to her guildmate. 

Quote

To: Dustin

Huge sea creature invasion in Floor 22. There's a big boss and some stronger stuff, but there are also some adds we can clean up. They're quite weak, but I don't wanna take them on myself. Wanna come over and team up for this?

Only happens once in a while, btw. The rewards'll be neat!

[x-coordinate:y-coordinate]

[ooc: broke my own formatting rules to place claude and arabelle's pm conversation in a spoiler instead of the usual quote. i know y'all wouldn't appreciate the scroll. tag: @Dustin]

"Good morning," Arabelle greeted as she strolled into the shop. Dressed in casual clothes, the small purple-haired girl looked around the shop interior for a bit. Nothing particularly remarkable, though she would have a different say in regards to the shopkeeper. She approached the counter and traded over her payment. Pointing to each item as she mentioned them, she recited her order to the merchant, "A teleport crystal and some field rations, the cheapest one you've got." 

She had used up all her stock of the former and it wouldn't hurt to have some extra HP. As a DPS, she was sure to gather Hate (and encounter a few incompetent tanks along the way) so some extra survivability would always benefit her greatly. Once she received her items, she would smile and give a small wave as she left. "Pleasure doing business. See you around."

And her streak (if you could call it that) disappeared just as suddenly as it came! Hell, even Arabelle was cringing at her playing. It sounded and felt so wrong, that she wasn't even surprised the performer crystal shattered violently upon finishing the song. The small purple-haired girl banged her head against the keyboard once again - this turning into an unhealthy habit - and turned her head to the side with a groan.

She halfheartedly pressed down on a key. Then she sat straight up, internally cursing herself for her forgetfulness.

The darn thing had been out of tune this whole time.

A few days into restarting her Performer profession, and she was already running out. S i g h. Arabelle looked around the immediate area outside the Town of Beginnings with her <<Detection>> activated. A bright red gaze surveyed the fields in front of her, landing on a material whose glow distinguished it from its bleak surroundings. She padded forward and picked it up. That was today's first search. Already, this was starting to feel like a drag. Why not spice it up with a friend or two?

Smiling at her own idea, the small purple-haired girl brought up her PM window. She ignored Mishiro's name - she would just get turned down again anyway - and scrolled down to message a friend she had just hung out with a few days ago. He made for some fun company.

Quote

To: Dustin

I'm gathering at Floor 1 and I'm kind of bored. Care to come with? I'll owe you a performance or two afterwards. ;)
Am right outside the town gates, btw.

Dismissing her PMs, she ambled back to the town gates where she would wait for her friend to arrive. She leaned against the outside wall, playing with her large scythe as she stared off into the distance. Doing something alone was always the least fun.

"I... know her."

Arabelle thought. Real hard.

"Ahahaha. I see. Lovely," she murmured mostly to herself with a newfound interest dancing in her eyes. It was a girl. There could only be one person Dustin would most probably refer her to, tell her to ask her herself, and it was none other than... the girl she introduced to him herself just the other day - the girl she'd frequently declared to be one of her closest friends! "Hm, hm~. What to do, what to do." He had turned red and bailed on her at her wild guess from earlier. He avoided discussion of the Easter event. You could practically see the light bulb above Arabelle's head. "Sorry to say, but that's true. You've already got two contenders; one is pulling ahead despite doing absolutely nothing and I've vowed to give my personal assistance to the other. But! She hasn't decided on anything yet. It'll be a messy battle with one more, but personally, I think you're the best choice!"

She turned to him and gave him a thumbs-up.

"Yes, as her best friend, I am giving you permission to court Shiro-chan! You aren't completely beat yet! Do your best, Dustin!"

Arabelle wondered if her encouragement would fall on deaf ears. He was already a bit sad and seemed to have given up already. But, it was lonely. It was lonely, wanting to be around someone but not being able to. Yes, that was the worst kind of suffering in the world and her second favorite guildmate absolutely did not deserve it!

"Mm?" She was distracted from her internal tangent by Dustin's offer. He held out his bowl of takeout to her, but she shook her head and ate some more of her own. "Nah, I was only offering in case you wanted some of mine." Making a dismissive wave with her free hand, she leaned slightly back on the couch and continued to enjoy her takeout in relative silence. "I have my shop. It's this super narrow three-story building but as settlements go, I'm fine with it. I'm not really used to living in anything bigger. You should come over sometime!"

It might come as a surprise for someone who had the impression that Arabelle would like fancy rich kid things, but small settlements were simply more comfortable for her - who had spent the last few years of her pre-SAO life living in a dorm.

"What? Inns are somehow more unusual than sleeping on trees? I don't think I understand," she teased with a small laugh. But looking around at his interior design choice, it was pretty easy to figure out. "I guess you're more of the traditional outdoorsy-sort of guy? How about hotels IRL? They're practically the same with the only difference being that they're fancy and modern and stuff. Ever been to one?"

He stood up, giving her time to ponder on his question.

"Anything I want to do..." What did she want to do? She really just wanted to have fun... live a different life than her real one. That was the entire point of her coming here in the first place, and she thought she was already doing pretty well. "I want to go to a dungeon! I've never been to one of those. Oh! Or as a more long-term sort of goal, I kind of want to participate in a boss raid at least once. Just to see what all the fuss is about. I mean, players keep on talking about frontlines and frontliners and how to get there, and mostly everyone has it as their end goal. So I guess it's mine now, too. Not as much of an obsession as is the case with others, but more of a subject of interest."

Name: Air on the G String
Your Profession: Performer
Your Rank: 1
Roll ID: 118599
Roll Result: 12 (LD: 11)
Item Type: Support Song
Tier: 1
Quality: Perfect
Enhancements: Familiar Sight [+2 LD when attempting to find a familiar]
Description: [reference] The second movement of Bach's Orchestral Suite No. 3 in D major played on a piano. Its slow, soothing tunes can attract friendly creatures and raises a player's success in finding one of them to tame. Recorded on a rectangular blue crystal with a small black phoenix etched into one of its sides.
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This was a weird trend, but if it meant that Arabelle could finally have her successful crafts, she was totally fine with it. "I'll let you choose this next one, Moondust," the small purple-haired girl had said after she flipped through her music sheets with nothing really standing out in particular. She had felt uninspired after her first craft ending in a failure and she watched as the crow flew down from its perch - despite having no enhancements, it still understood basic commands, apparently - and flipped a few pages seemingly at random, and then stopped at one, nipping at the edge with its beak. "Good boy. Now go back. I'll play this one for you."

She ran through her scales, pressed 'record' on her last performer crystal for the day, and played. When she finished playing, the crow was fast asleep.

Home sweet home!

Arabelle almost said that out loud, but then she remembered they weren't that close yet. Either way! Any place to rest after fighting that dragon was as good as home. They didn't take long as she had prepared herself for, but dancing around with a scythe larger than her person was still taxing.

The small purple-haired girl leaned over the fence and tossed a treat to Mr. Fluffy.

Following her friend inside, she plopped her takeout on the living room table and casually seated herself beside him on the couch. Make herself at home? Arabelle took out her chopsticks and snapped them apart, smiling to herself as she knew she didn't really need that prompt. Lifting the disposable bento box's lid, she almost drooled - and not just from the food. Sure! Her lunch, recommended to her by Mish who was practically a Japanese food connoisseur, looked very appetizing today. Karaage with sides of omelet and broccoli dressed with sesame seeds, and a salad that looked like it had some... squash? 

But there was also the person beside her. She watched out of the corner of her eye as he quickly changed out of his girly unicorn shirt, giving the girl a front row seat to his foin topless form - no, really more like a glimpse.

Arabelle drank from her takeout soda.

She knew how to appreciate a sight when she saw one. 

"Oh, thanks," she replied nonchalantly. Arabelle placed her chopsticks down and accepted the blanket, throwing it over her shoulders. "Still though. Noodles? Ahahaha. You sound like a broke college kid. Wanna have some of mine? We can trade."

She wasn't sure if he was weeb acquainted with Japanese culture enough to actually know what was in her bento, but he could just take some of the chicken. It was the safest bet.

"...so how's it going with that girl? Or boy? Whoever you have a crush on. Come on, Dustin~. Your reaction from earlier was the perfect tell~."