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Mishiro

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  1. ::: ::: ::: It was still snowing in [Delilah]. White dusted the outside of her windowsill, and the black cat that haunted the corridor outside her room pawed at the door until she let it in. She lowered a lamp to the floor beside her desk and stroked its head with the back of her hand as it curled up next to the warmth and stretched its mouth open in a soundless yawn. "Staying here again?" The feline's eyes blinked up at her, twin circular flames, one after the other, then it bowed its head, tiny pink nose tucked snugly beneath its tails. She returned to her sketchbook
  2. The girl remained where the stranger had left her. She tilted her head forward, lowering her gaze to where she held up her hand, the back of her right’s wrist against the phalanges of her left, and she curled her fingers inward as she would have if she'd caught that phantom in her grasp. Mishiro still could not feel even the faintest whisper of a breeze. A small step forward, closer to the small lamp fixed to the end of the balustrade, and she glanced over her shoulder. Everywhere the palace did not claim as its grounds was covered by a dark forest that stretched on for miles.
  3. it's... light. and it doesn't even struggle much, really. bringing it to the shore is an easy task, even for an absolute beginner like you, and the only possibility you can envision at this point is that you've somehow failed so hard that your hook didn't snag a fish but some floating piece of trash someone tossed in earlier. on your haunches, your gauntlet wrapped around the line, you try to peer beneath the surface of the water, then you chew on your lip and yank. what meets your eyes is a splash of color. the creature wriggling slightly at your hook is shaped like an ordinary smal
  4. "use the rod next time." you jolt. "but i am...?" from her seat above, tugs a broken branch from a small pile of leaves on the ground behind her and lightly taps one end to the surface of the water, indicating the point closest to the hook at the end of the line. then she draws her arm back, slowly enough for your efforts to visualize the movement of the line to catch up. her swing ends with the implement at an obtuse angle from the ground, and she pauses to tilt her head and confirm if you're still watching before she snaps the branch forward. your eyes follow the trajecto
  5. it takes a couple more miscommunications and hurdles (none of which decides is her business to intervene in), but eventually, it's over. you flee from the encounter at the quickest possible pace that one can still consider polite. fortunately, the quest doesn't entail having the npc follow you around for the entirety of it. unfortunately, the only place to possibly fish, in your eyes, is the dip in the steep rock encircling the lake, where one could manageably make their way down towards the fishing boat -- or to seat themself by the water. hassling to take you somewh
  6. and-- "here; don't trip." . you blink once and pull the lens closer, to the spot just in front of where the steep descent before your feet leveled into flat ground, and the girl occupying that space, her hand held out to yours. probably, she mistook the pause in your steps as hesitation and wanted to personally ensure that you wouldn't hit your head on the rocky ground beneath and fail your quest before it even began. there are such things as accidents from overestimating simple distances -- though they are rarer than the counterpart. even the smallest leaps make you he
  7. [The First Lesson] | UNDOCUMENTED LOCATION, APR 07 20XX. She cracked one eye open and snuggled against the soft brown plush in her arms with a faint sigh. Dawn was long past; the sun had risen to a particular point far above the horizon where its harsh midmorning light spilled past a gap in the buildings that framed her window's view of the sky. Bright yellow burned into the backs of her eyelids, and the girl disentangled her legs from the sheets, twisting around to face away from the glare in protest. She didn't have any pressing matters to attend to today. She pu
  8. Current Level: 17 Current SP: 44 Link to SP Tracking: [link] Item Upgrades: 2.6 | PRE-CONVERSION 3.0 | UPGRADED ITEM #1 Item Name: The Widower Item ID: 104790 Item Tier: 1 Item Type: Two-Handed Battle Axe Item Rarity: Rare Item Enhancements: BLEED II Description: A black battle axe with a reddish gleam. The handle has a red webbing on it and the pommel is shaped like a spider. The blade releases a red smoke. Item Name: Veyl Item Tie
  9. Her eyes followed the parcel as Pinball tucked it into his pocket. The hand he held it with was trembling — terribly, Mishiro realized, as though a particularly cold draft had swept into the alley at that very moment, but she didn't feel the December chill was any different than it was before, and besides, any slight drop in temperature wouldn't have bothered him so; he came back to her wielding a weapon forged from ice like it was nothing, and as she often dwelled on his growing finesse, she just as often had to face her own foul envy. "Then, we should leave separately." An uncertain smi
  10. "Did you catch that?" There was no time to stop and listen; the unnamed player had taken the lead and it was all she could do to match her pace. She was fast, despite the cloth covering her eyes, and somehow she could pick apart portions of ruin that wouldn't immediately crumble at their feet. What if it was a player? The idea was considered, then discarded -- she buried it along with the harsh well of emotion that was beginning to stir in the depths of her consciousness. If they hadn't been climbing upwards, she would have long lost her way. As Mishiro hauled herself up a ledge and
  11. "I'll put it this way." Mishiro laced her fingers together behind her back, the windowless facades that rose on either side of her cold and bleak and stately in their feel as the light ebbed from the skies above. There was a saying that the walls had ears. She had gone as far as her limited ability could allow to ensure that no one had been looking their way, but she didn't have her brother's eye for the shadows. Was this feeling reserved for only these hidden places or did it follow players like him unto broad daylight? "I've thought about it a little -- how things like these aren't
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