NIGHT

wilt & blush lazy afternoons Shikari name sylvester beaumont age (young adult.) gender m origin ▇▇▇▇▇ height 184cm weight 70kg birthday may 19 faceclaim rwby; adam taurus. FILES ACTIVE FILE #1 | history ACTIVE FILE #2 | personality ACTIVE FILE #3 | notes [s

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as hirru turned to the sky, so too did night. she shut her eyes as he spoke, before bringing it back to him midway through his preamble. her hands fidgeted as he spoke about the norms of the past, the non-adventurers, the ones still residing on the first. "Many would form guilds and take on the floor bosses as the front lines. Those are the players that we know of. Our friends. Our enemies. Our loved ones." night fumbled with her thumb, considering. if she could count them all, the ones she knew, perhaps it might take the edge off her present form. she'd seen so many, and

she'd peered over his shoulder just to catch the letters on the page. undecipherable. just their luck. but a quest? that was easier to pin point, night believed. "heard of it? try 'have i completed it?', because i have. it's the same series that handed out those words of power that i'd gotten leading up to the raid meeting." the player took a step back, folding her arms. she hadn't exactly a reason to revisit the quest line, but given her lack of information from rummaging through the grand library, it would make for better sense to head down, physically, to the floor's ind

"was that supposed to be a compliment?" night's gaze immediately bounced towards nari, paying no attention to the ramblings of their quest lead about the castle beyond. there would be the undead, the machines, and then maybe the succubus – it was a long fight and trek, and the player simply couldn't remember all the steps of the quest. shifting to her inbox to revisit the details, night glanced back up at the acknowledgement of her presence. "likewise." it took her but a minute for her to realize, too, that her aide was doing the same to her. like an npc. her eyes

if only this ship's panel was more modern, reflective of those in fictional sci-fi stories. unfortunately, peering through a less technical window meant she wasn't exactly sure about what was going on deck. all she got was an intermittent update from the figure in her mail box, sending her images of the fighting. two anchors down, and she decided to right the ship. quietly, one of the other tethers to the boat was snapped, too, although she would wonder if any player would notice the strange glitch in the system. night decided she would play just a little more. it was a sil

oh, why her? she expected an attack, sure – but the severity of it, not so much. giant dragons meant giant tails, and the smack, however soft from its fur, had not diminished the amount of numbness her receptors made her receive. punched against the side of its scales. night tumbled, and hurt, but not enough to matter; her garb was already starting to mend the wounds that bright red cut had opened up on her figure. so she picked herself up once again. let her sword bounce twice as she guessed the weight of her exchanged, before dashing its edge against the side of the god i

like looking into a mirror of thy own self. okay. night could do that, though her eyes kept drifting over to the boss' name. shen, as in god or spirit or deity. no masters, only gods present. she exhaled, after a brief, still moment – chaos unfolding throughout the dragon's form, between its coils, scales swirling, or the tufts of mane streaking down its body. the creature was massive, absent, and unrelenting, despite an inkling in herself that begged to seek out the mighty dragon king that might've been once the inspiration for such an imposing figure. was it still lingeri

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bistro: did you see the new update? bistro: because i've seen the state of your inventory bistro is typing... night: ya ok ok shh bistro: be a dear and visit iris? night chose not to reply any further. she seemed exhausted upon visiting iris, but was promptly awoken when she was requested of her services the very moment she'd stepped through the door. "i was only here to drop these off," she explained, unloading her storage onto iris's counter. "yes, and i too had designs of my own," iris challenged, though distracted, "before something like this was t

and there were a few others who'd regarded her during that time period – crow had mentioned something about yuki, and all night could come up with was a solemn, "we both will. no matter where she is." there was also the matter of their last party member's arrival, too – night waved to zandra, hoping to catch her attention where their group gathered, and started to fish out some healing consumables for use. of course, the pair were promptly interrupted with a voice that not only sent a shiver down her spine, but made her clench her teeth as she placed a name to it, night whipping arou

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night's final stop was to nari's store – and, frankly, she nearly forgot, so ignore all the other mentions of a final stop elsewhere. the crystals collected in her hand were plentiful, and she'd almost missed them, having not seen incarcerates around the market in such a long time. keeping them in her inventory one by one, the player only realized her declining wealth through the trade menu, but all the same that the payment would be made. and frankly? night still believed these songs should cost more. but the lack of stock in the market was likely not to the col prices, she guessed,

night nearly fell over the moment the golem started to assemble itself. so much for her attempts. but it made sense for someone else to have gotten it right, anyway – not that night knew what she was doing. why did everyone recite the words, anyway? weird. remaining oblivious, she took one look at the growing crowd of fighters before her, taking a beat to remember who her party members were. night wasn't prepared to use oathkeeper in a fight like this just yet – too much volatility, and she needed a bit more reliability; besides, the blade didn't seem like it might like her enough to stay

huh? of course night would've let anyone give tearing down the boulder a shot. it just seemed strange how everyone seemed to be reciting the lines of the poem. night eyed the two players -- granted, she trusted them both, but she was still hesitant to wax poetry about this. "sorry, what do you even see in them...?" she pulled out her own copy of bistro's handout, studying the letters on the card. "is reading these lines aloud really going to remove the rock in our way? it doesn't have ears. i'm really not seeing it..." still, she sighed, and tried again. "ore in the ground is pr

NIGHT regarded Nari with little emotion. In the sense that her appearance hadn't changed her demeanor any, and likewise, the woman gave the other a short quip as a greeting. And when Nari commented, NIGHT turned to the rock before them. Making them feel emotions? "huh?" she tilted her head. "nari... are you okay?" watching nari approach the boulder and speak to it, night couldn't help but sink deeper into her equipment. what? had she gone lunatic after seeing the remnants of a guardian? she'd heard about tree huggers, but not for stone. and the whispering was almost cult-like. and th

so she would be the second to arrive. that was fine, although surprising, but she hadn't assumed anyone else from the meeting to have wanted to be here early. night figured the others had better preparations to make. she would've waved jomei down, but thought it better to set up the picnic, first. from behind him, she brought out a foldable table, enough to present the the different types of feasts she'd brought along from demian, alongside bistro's lot of balm – just in case anyone thought it was a sound preparation to make. then there was her own stock of liquors of light, and even

night tallied up the crystals in her head. enough for everyone? it didn't feel like it. perhaps enough for a full party – but nothing more than that. not that the player was one to look a gift horse in the mouth, though. she took the lot, and wondered if she was meant to hold onto the excess of tiger's balm. even better: she did wonder if anyone was going to use them for the fight. she shook her head once bistro had caught her lost in thought, partway through gathering her package. with a sigh, and a farewell, night took her leave. retrieving: imugi's inspiration (62

night hadn't the time to be hostile to demian right now. and neither, did it seem, that he had the effort to be unkind to her, either. rather, it looked as though he was trying to make himself small. that wouldn't do. the player grabbed his wrist tight as she picked up the items for collection. "make sure she's okay while i'm gone," she said, firm, to a struggling shopkeep. "and if i don't come back, you live with her memory." all protests from him were discarded the moment she let go of his figure. night packed her items, and left without further elaboration.

fingers tapping on the counter. she wasn't aware if it was a distraction, or otherwise to the shopkeep. but she took her goods away all the same, when the fusion was completed. whatever it is that she received, it looked nothing like the swords she'd brought over. "are you sure this is..." night wanted to ask, but the interface that opened before her speech had completed made her recall her own words. "... never mind. this looks right. thank you very much." returning the blade to her inventory, night but shuffled out of the workshop, wordless to any further prompts, and lef

out of spite, night took her own, slow pace with the crafts, in the fact that she'd forgot about it until she was getting ready for bed after having received the order in the morning, and then promptly shuffling downstairs to the chagrin of a sleeping nyanko to finish it. the work was done fast – because night wanted to get to bed. but no expense was spared in the items' modifications, though she did wonder if there should've been a drinking game taken into account of the number of shards sent her way. it was only when she was sinking into slumber that she remembered aincrad didn't

everything else sorted meant the last stop was to a blacksmith or another. night had meant to have taken jack's executioner into the fight, but she thought better of her odds if she had a sword that was much more reliable – no offense to her original arm, of course. she strolled in and placed her two components down. the blades looked nothing alike, despite being from somewhat natural materials. "fuse them, please." the couple of items needed for the process were dropped on the table in a velvet sack. night looked a little frantic, though it was difficult for her to have sa

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it was always a new weapon with night, wasn't it? swap out oathkeeper, lend a hand (or an arm) to someone. the player pulled at the muscles of her neck as she stepped through the door, seeing the state of the scarlet line. good as new. almost like there hadn't been a crowd present in the days before. the only tell that something was amiss were the few thrones that remained... only to accompany the dining table, where normal chairs were meant to do. "so where are the wooden ones...?" the last founder, whom she forgot her name, pointed towards one of the back rooms. and then,

thread closing. Total Word Count [x] 23708 PLAYER TIER POSTS EXP COL Alkor 7 3 2,765 4,148 Ariel - The Crowned Lion 10 4 3,951 5,926 Bistro 2 6 1,580 Crozeph 8 2 Elora 4 1