NIGHT

she knocked twice on each statue as she passed them by. each of them made a faint, hollow noise that echoed through the hall. she didn't touch the item they held, however. usually, night would've taken stock of the dualities on display, but while she appreciated their presence, she'd only briefly remembered that there was an item like the one she had consumed the other day. the horn of battle. casually, night approached the statue that held it. wrapped her hand around its body, looking over it as the figures started to fade from view, almost like they'd never existed. and with the lo

thread closing. [total] NIGHT + 2760 xp | (336 * 0.5 * 15) + 240 + 814 col | (xp * 0.15) + 400 + Hellstorm (3) Basuke, Demian + 576 xp | (336 * 0.5 * 2) + 240 Nian + 576 xp | (336 * 0.5 * 2) + 240 + Hellstorm (1)

bistro: so how did it go? bistro: if you’re lying, i’ll know. demian already sent a report back to me. night is typing… bistro: just kidding. night: it is so hard to know when you’re just kidding night: but yeah there was a stranger who tried to get an extra consumable from us through an almost last hit or something real big balls move bistro is typing… night: its okay i got it under control though night: just let me know if i’m wanted anywhere or whatever night: i’m allergic to witch hunts u know bistro: demian never said anything about this.

maybe she would have to let demian take the responsibility over her own call, after all, grudge aside. because she was in no position to be lecturing someone about a judicial system when she could barely recall what had gone into one while she was still in her own body, rather than stuck inside a video game. instead, demian had offered to take basuke back to the teleporter instead, which was apt, because she believed that they both had teleport crystals in the same manner that their mystery stranger did. why not take them instead? night put that aside though, focusing on the items she’d r

“who?” “ace,” he reiterated, feeling proud of knowing something his peers seemed not to know. “like ace attorney. that’s his name, isn’t it?” and it took demian a little longer to react, even though he’d hoped to make the man laugh. instead, that reaction came from night’s snort instead, her hand covering her mouth, looking towards the distance and trying her best not to show her emotions. “basuke,” night finally mentioned, with a sly smile. “his name is phoenix wright. he’s an ace attorney because he’s the best at his job.” basuke turned to demian, just to see if he knew it. an

and now was the question of whatever in the world they would do with the stranger that had just appeared. in total honesty, night couldn’t be bothered with trying to handle another player right now, and it seemed as though demian was having the time of his life trying to play sensibilities with whoever this nutjob was. ganking? that was so… no, she couldn’t remember how long it had been since they were trapped in her. but all she had to do was step closer and brandish her blade, and it was apparent that she was regaining control of the situation. demian’s words rang at the back of her min

so in came night, frustrated and annoyed, with her hand on her blade’s handle at the ready – she was told that the phoenix would resurrect in time. was it preparing to do so already? with all the chaos, it was difficult to get a look at the health bar– so she unleashed an attack before the situation could get any worse. it paid off; the shudder of the phoenix was enough to send their ganker for a whirl, and as it dissipated into the ether, the perpetrator fell upon the ground with a disgraceful thud. and she was the first to get a look at who had done it. night hovered over the strange fo

oh come on, what now?! night was already having one of the worst days ever. go kill the phoenix again. see day’s favourite chef again. his food wasn’t even that great! how did bistro manage to send him – and now basuke was getting tailed – and almost killed – by some random stranger in pursuit of his stupid behind! except basuke was safe, if a little disoriented. leave it up to mister hero to run into the fight and pull her friend out of it – just as she was getting ready to understand the situation at hand proper. with a huff, she let her sword do the talking for her instead. s

<<f09-phoenix.>> by bistro’s orders, she was going there. and damn, she was not at all interested in returning, at all. to the ninth floor they had to go, with her broker’s promise that the trip would be worth the effort. funny, because nothing was worth the effort of attending the mountain top, to slay the same damn thing that had given her a nightmare ages and ages ago. still, if it was for the greater good, then perhaps it was worth some amount of effort. night never truly believed her thoughts, but she was ultimately there, weapon in hand, staring up towards the sky a

so what's in reserve? "a stash of dragon's breath is all i got," was what bistro had informed her. and night needed to clear her head, so a simple message and collect was all the player needed to get her hands on a lot. which meant the alchemist needed to do more work, but such was her life, and she was dedicated to it. a brief exchange of acknowledgement, no words said, was performed, and night walked out, parcel in tow. bistro: you could have gotten a briefing about the plans for the hunt too. night: sorry? night: i wasn't even aware they were completed. n

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"you know, i just had the weirdest encounter i'd ever experienced in aincrad thus far..." it was a fib, far from the real truth, but the nugget that gave her story credibility was in the way night had felt unnerved. she'd strolled into nari's shop, distracted, again by the various wares on display. the player was looking for the stock she'd cleared out previously – because according to bistro, it may have been of adequate precaution. night was now in need of more. "some guy with the same name as mine," she spat, picking up a crystal and examining it over. "could you imagine that?"

all night could do was wince and scowl at the man, her eyes narrowing into a squint. really? she chewed at a cheek just as a throw-away towel was summoned, and nyanko beeped once at the blacksmith, as though for communication, though his words couldn't precisely be deciphered. with the cloth wrapped around her own hand, she shook ren's, noting how much grime there was on the rag after she'd pulled away. "pleased enough," was all she said, before pulling up her interface and dropping another sack of col onto the counter. with adjudicator in hand, she headed towards the door, only giving hi

how did she get here? ugh, don't ask. but if you had to, she was lured in by the sign, and night would end it at that. the player dragged herself in, her entrance lead first and foremost by nyanko, once the door opened. if there was a counter, he'd surely had hopped onto it, watching his owner warily with wide green eyes. not that she minded her familiar's gaze, but she was just as surprised that he knew of an active blacksmith. with a sigh, she turned to the operator present, hand ruffling her hair before she set down her items. two swords, a shard, a scale, and 25k col. "the d

one of the last things she was expected to get: a new piece of equipment from iris, only she recognized it as somewhat a familiar component piece to one of her friends, who was now feeling ill. so she examined the piece, touching it with caution, afraid to even give the broken blade a swing. night had almost wanted to speak up, in clarification of the plan, but as her gaze travelled across the table over to iris, hard at work examining the data she'd collected, the player opted to shut up, instead. over by the lounge, even jean and a third stranger were lost in discussion over bistro

Skill(s) Being Dropped: Searching 4 | 22SP Scouting Familiar | 10SP Mod(s)/Addon(s)/Shift(s) Being Dropped: From Searching: Reveal | 6SP Tracking | 4SP Detect | 4SP Night Vision | 3SP SP Refunded: 39 Cost: 22,000 | paid w/ scouting familiar in mind, but i changed my mind. send it back maybe? :(c

r10 artisan | x14 daily crafting attempts | cd tool infinity. | [#210452-1] | TIER 1 JEWELRY | EVA III, ACC I [desc.]: a small black braided tassel, lined with beads, meant to be looped onto sword handles or attached to clothing. costs: x1 shard

wow, tough crowd. night felt the weight of all eyes on her, and despite her experience, if she hadn't been in her tracksuit, she might've shriveled up from embarrassment. in truth, night knew that her investigation would be going easier and faster if she did work at the case alone. but seeing how often her trail went cold (better; it never began at all) when it was simply herself present, it made sense to try and stick with a party... this time. she gingerly, though reluctantly, pulled her hand off the npc. "sure," night spoke aloud, though turning to star, as though her once-ac

admittedly, her attendance was delayed. but nyanko's memory (see, she knew he was the most efficient of their unit) meant that pending orders would not go unforgotten, and with a nip of her sleeve as she passed by the counter, night knew she had to get to work as soon as possible. the name was unfamiliar, and the presence of a shard implied a player who knew what they were doing, or at least had gotten used to the newer system. a quick modification of one of her older pin templates, and it was ready for a paper wrapping and collection notice. @Rencesvals Lark & Nightin

thread closing. [total] + 15120 xp | (840 * 15 * 1) * 1.2 + 78368 col | (xp * 0.15) + 76100 + 18 materials + combat loot.

r10 artisan | x14 daily crafting attempts | cd tool Lark & Nightingale Pin | [#208036] | TIER 1 TRINKET | ACC III, EVA [desc.]: Twin birds circling one another in a Yin and Yang pattern, one in platinum and the other black tungsten, each in profile and set with a tiny amber eye. Both figures clearly hold special meaning to the individual who commissioned the work. costs: x1 shards | [paid.]

a slight itch more, and she would have the other elemental. so this time, night made sure to pay attention, lest she waste the absorbed gold sliver of energy she'd gotten from her companion earlier. in the rush past hirru, night made sure to lead the elemental's club swing away from her party member; it was the least she could do in trying to play tank. a quick round about the field and getting close enough to the wood's range meant night had to dive right in after the bait to take advantage of the spirit standing still, and the player launched an old-fashioned straight to bounce herself

night's gaze remained on hirru, head turning from over her shoulder as he walked past her, until she could no longer keep her sights on his figure. she stayed quiet the entire time. then, loosening her fold, she followed after him, along the same path with steps just as silent; if her friend was thinking, she wasn't planning to interrupt it. "another tale about the twenty-third"; she knew enough from their conversation last, when they were travelling through the isles on the twenty-second to reach the outskirts of that floor's labyrinth. and night considered again, how her

day eventually picked up her player with an extended palm towards her, and a tight, forceful pull of the downed fighter upwards. and night got an earful, a sensual whisper; “see? i told you i would do it,” enough to make the player recoil. then, and only then, did night find enough in herself to stick her tongue out with an unintentional grin. day but laughed, and the two slowly made their way across the room, if only to pick up nyanko from the chest, which was very well, and very certainly empty. the familiar would know. he was the most efficient member of the trio, after all. night

hence, she was dropped upon by the guardian from the ceiling, the bite a single target strike that was not meant for her, but the weight of a statue pushed her onto the ground. it made sure that she wasn’t able to retaliate, nor prevent the next attack from her other from landing. not that she could have done much anyway, night realized, as she observed the construct round the player’s position and jump up into the air, angling her spear downwards, tip pointed towards the dog. with a rush and a spark of energy similar to that of an art, day finished off the threat with a final dive as her blow