NIGHT

"two of the smaller ones at best. i haven't been to a gym in years.” night made a sound. “wait, how did you say that—” star didn’t answer, but they agreed upon her waiting behind. so there she was, idling on her lonesome, making sure the injured didn’t pick at their wounds. gravel sifted and fell through the cracks of the ceiling, but there was no sign of any activity that would send her to be on alert. then the message game. NIGHT: wym she paused to think. NIGHT: can we destroy the rock w/ a sword art it was probably the worst possible suggestion for

how dared she ignore firefly? night shifted on the spot with a nod to the player, heeding her regard towards exploration rather than the offensive. her enthusiasm for new places seemed unparalleled. “just a few,” night started. “i haven’t tried being an escort for higher floors before. but if you think you can hold your own — at least, to stay out of danger — i’m sure i can lend a hand when i’m free.” she couldn’t help but stare when firefly revealed her notebook, only to discover the language within was just a sequence of strange dots. but what mattered the most to night was the mention

thread summary. NIGHT + 5156xp | (296 * 16) + 420 + 773col + nemean fur (2). Demian + 1604xp | (296 * 4) + 420

oscar's presence had slipped past her. seeing him slide into view from the corner of her periphery almost made her jump, but night played her stagger off as a minor bout of elegant pacing. she nodded as oscar examined her suit, noting her attire in comparison to her friend's. "as you'd requested." "so where's your date?" he'd asked. relief rolled off night's shoulders as they drooped ever so slightly. so she hadn't misinterpreted his message, after all. there was a twinkle in her eyes, the reflection of the sun setting in the distance an implication of mischief, chicanery, the g

belregor's health drained. night skimmed the perimeter of the field, eyes not leaving the boss as it darted to target after target, delivering its ire -- or having its victim escape otherwise. at the rate it was being depleted, she thought she only needed to count the seconds. standing at a complete opposition to belregor, she saw its health tick downwards. the tinge of red slowly faded from view-- -- and so did the rest of its health bar. ... what? the knight screeched, and took to the sky once more. gauntlet raised, the flames beneath its scorched armor burned that of a

night took pollux's hand to shake, stunned by the comment about the loss of a duel that never happened for either of them. "um, likewise?" she had said; she held the same respect for each opponent during the tournament, but she wasn't sure where the enthusiasm for a fight had been beyond the occasion. her brow was raised at the thought. "we could always spar on our own terms, if that's what you'd like." and with the matter of effort in climbing aincrad's perpetual ladder, they let go. pollux ran into an obstacle partway through. it made total sense, so night nodded towards it. "happens to

she dropped from the blade once she got close enough. belregor tore the sword from her grasp, and she rolled as she hit the ground. night immediately broke out into a sprint as she rounded the boss' trajectory; the knight crashed into the sands, and then tore through the crowd of players. not good. night held out an arm to buffet the winds from her vision. on the other hand, she'd been completely out of it's range, and so she took to the offensive while belregor had its back turned towards her. sliding down the fine grains scattered across the surface of the coast, night leapt early, cal

one would think, in a game that was built to increase its player’s capabilities beyond superhuman measure, that between night’s total strength pitched against yuki’s impossible defenses, neither of them would be liable to capitulation. and yet, here they were, on the day of yuki’s fated wedding, so was the bride struggling with sound tightness, and her bridesmaid, trying to make sure the kimono bent to her friend’s will. “— sorry!! just, a little more—” night had been working on getting the bow properly tied behind yuki’s back. the bridal kimono, a commissioned garment crafted with s

the severed coast was all that awaited them by the time belregor decided he was done with his orchestrations. night had halted right when arabelle did, and turned to look, finally, as she took off towards the boss. his cleave was interrupted, and all that remained in the distance was one jomei, anticipating his teammates, with a thumbs-up to show for his stand. night could only breath, deciphering the events unfolding before her eyes. belregor's hand extended, and the ground rumbled between the distance arabelle had cleared and night had stalled during the time she'd been faltering. from

"i'm going to sit with the trackers," said bistro, starting to walk off, leaving night behind. night tilted her head to the side as she snapped, "trackers?" "you can meander around on your own, right?" "woah," she started, blinking fast. "wait," replied night, and she jogged behind bistro in an attempt to tail her, keeping close to hear their voices above the noise of the crowd. "trackers? who are the trackers? you hardly sit with anybody --- you don't even go to parties, bistro." bistro but shot night a sly smile over her shoulder, adjusting the parasol on her shoulder.

very weird! oh well. grabby free stuff. -> Horn of Battle (1) | Sounding this horn will grant oneself and their party +2 increased energy regen for a single thread.

to: @Wulfrin late wedding gifts. x1 | Iron Will (1) | Applies BLOODCLOT to the user for a single thread. x1 | horn of battle. | +2 EN Regen for 1 thread x2 | Memory of Battle | Doubles bonuses from Scents of the Wild Totems.

a message from oscar? at this point, she was sure she was more used to hearing things that oscar did second-hand, like with bistro and the mention of the crab party, but the direct message was... telling. suspect. mostly because night had no idea what the man was up to next beyond food-related endeavors. and neither was she exactly out on a mission to be aincrad's most renown food critic or sous-chef either, so she had no clue what oscar had intended with the message she received that day. still, she did her homework. floor 26 sounded nigh promising as a venue for a walk with someone

he didn't even reply! in fact, the only sign that she received about oscar having seen her message (besides the inbox updating his status on having read it) was him rushing up to her, face to face -- hell, she didn't even notice him running over, night having stared at the chat for the entire period until someone came to her with more information about 'crab'. he looked her up and down, while night had her arms held out in front of her, shielding her gaze from the comically large cloud of dust her host had produced during the sprint of the olympics. and he had the gall to comment on her f

they split ways after the lighthouse. demian wanted out. night wanted to walk it off. in her head, there was much to work through: besides the report written to bistro about their encounters, jotted in haste on the boat ride back, she'd written the matter of demian's strange reactions out of their adventure together. no doubt the news of co-operation alone would catch their broker off-guard, which left her to stew on her lonesome on the vitriol demian had found himself unabashedly soaked in. she left her mind off the matter of her own surroundings, placed onto discerning his image t