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Arabelle

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  1. Approved! Istg, if this isn't the right account--
  2. Just a few days and her new equipment set was completed! Despite previous happenings, Arabelle was in a bright bright mood -- the sort of mood where you thought everything was going right and nothing could possibly bring you down. Shrugging off the red hood which had quickly found its way into being the newest addition to her regular attire, she entered the tailor's shop with a sunny smile. She picked up her order and examined it briefly before turning to Bahr. "Thanks for this. It looks lovely. I'll be sure to come back here when I need something else. Bye, now!"
  3. Well, that was fast. When the crafter informed her that it would take a bit longer, Arabelle figured... around a week or so. Or if she was unlucky again, five months. But only a day after her visit, she woke up from her nap to the pleasant chime of a received message. Not wasting any time, she paid the shop another visit. "It looks beautiful," Arabelle commented, unwrapping the item and turning it over in her gloved hands. Though it wasn't really needed, the packaging was a nice cute touch. Pinning it onto her light armor, the small purple-haired girl turned to the artisan with a sm
  4. It was nice how these shops were all built so close together; upon exiting the Crusty Bahrnacle, Arabelle didn't need to walk too far to find the new artisan shop down the alley. Pretty, pleasant place. Its interior was friendlier than what she had been expecting with its location. "Hello," she greeted. The shop owner looked familiar (she had spotted her during the Halloween event boss), but she couldn't place a name to her. Straight to business, then. She already had her order written on a slip of paper. "I need an item custom made," she explained as she slid the paper over to the artis
  5. How long has it been since she needed to go to a shop to order custom made equipment? Doing this almost brought her back to her "newbie" days where she was just another confused player trying to wrap her head around the mechanics of their virtual prison. It was a pity the person she ordered light armor from back then had closed their shop, but a few more had popped up to replace it. "Good day, Bahr!" she greeted, familiar with the shop owner's name from being partied with him during the Star Crossed Lovers Event. Despite his low level, he'd stuck with them until the end -- where even one
  6. [tracker:] ~~ thread tracker ~~ [story thus far:] cycle 0 [00-00] --placeholder. cycle 1 [01-13] --placeholder. cycle x [??-??] --placeholder. cycle 2 [14-??] --placeholder.
  7. Scrolling idly through her inventory, Arabelle found two unidentified trinkets from that one quest she took some few months ago. They were both T1 and she was proud to say that she was at a higher tier now and didn't need them at all! So how about some charity? She had heard that a player named Andromeda opened a little general store down at Floor 1's trade district. Good choice, it was a part of the game many players visited frequently. No matter the level, someone would always need something from the NPCs or the player-ran shops that were already established down there from the early d
  8. "I am so sorry! I was planning to pick up all of my orders from this smithy and some other shop on the same day, but the other shop hasn't even finished my order yet, so I just forgot." The small purple-haired girl clapped her gloved hands together in an apologetic gesture and gave a cute smile. Arabelle quickly brought up her trade window and sent the long-due payment over, and once the transaction was done, she took a few steps back from the counter to admire her new scythe. It was just as pretty as her last one, and just as easy to wield, too. "Lovely as always. Well, you've got the Easter
  9. "Long time no see, Little Mac!" Arabelle greeted with a bright smile. She quickly procured a filled-out order form from her inventory and strode to the counter, handing it over to the blacksmith. Then the small purple-haired girl stepped back, cast a glance at the inside of the shop. Not much had changed since her first visit, and she found herself drawn to the master blacksmith's collection of huge battle axes. Part of her was tempted to ask him if she could take one out for a swing, but she figured those would be too unwieldy for someone her size anyway. It's totally different when it comes
  10. The girl named Kirbs quickly denied what Dustin just said, coupled with some amusing language she'd never heard before, and apologized. Arabelle's cheeks turned a light shade of red as the friendly girl patted her shoulder with a sympathetic smile. Okay, maybe she didn't need to worry. "Ooooh, I see! Hehehe..." The small purple-haired girl straightened, giving an innocent smile like she hadn't been seething with jealousy righteous anger just a moment ago. Kirbs was alright. She threw a snowball at one of her guildmates awhile ago. That was fun. Dustin, though... She tried not to look at him to
  11. She laughed at Dustin and Kirbs's banter, then decided to pay her guildmate back for the crepe. "But, but... To be fair, Dustin's just as new as me! No, wait, I think our guild leader recruited him after he invited me." So maybe he wasn't able to tell Kirbs about joining a guild because it only happened recently, was what she wanted to say. But Arabelle didn't want to seem like too much of a peacemaker - that was her boring best friend's job - so she left that part out. They seemed close, so the red-haired girl could figure it out on her own. She dwelled on that thought a bit more and came to
  12. "Yeah, Arabelle. I have a feeling we'll get along!" she confirmed with a bright smile. The red-haired girl, Kirbs, used some unusual slang. Bloody bloke? Was she British or something? Wow, so that meant she was making friends from all over the world! She laughed at the girl's question. "He's on the same guild as me and my first impression of Dustin was him falling asleep before a meeting." Of course, with Arabelle being Arabelle, she didn't provide any further context as to why he had even slept in the first place. "Then he gave me a cookie and the guild went on this gathering trip thing and w
  13. Arabelle smirked at The Other Girl's comment. "Retaliate? Who even uses that word anymore? Hehe~! I don't think you know me well enough yet. I won't 'retaliate,'" she responded innocently, in a voice loud enough to be heard by the rest of the little group. Then she stepped in closer and whispered. "I won't 'retaliate' until their backs are turned. Isn't that the best? Seeing their surprised expressions when they thought they could let their guard down only to find out that they fell for the trick. Ahahahaha - Oh, hey Kirbs!" The small girl easily recognized the person who had thrown the snowba
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