NIGHT

well, this was new. "chicken noodle soup has substance?" it had always been on the contrary where she lived, beyond aincrad. though she supposed finding it would've been a rarity first, given that fish was somehow the more accessible option of soup between the two. night did wonder, in following nari, if they were headed towards cordelia's stall, still lost out in the woods somewhere. quiet, and private. similar to the stroll they were taking, just how night preferred her presence on the world. she was attempting to guess where they were headed through the environment, but gave up inciden

so she may have flinched, hearing the shatter upon raising the flat of her blade, but never feeling the impact upon her sword. still, night recovered quickly, letting out a breath as she bounced her sword back into her inventory. she shrugged at hirru's comment -- her energy was mostly in tact, and so long as they didn't run into any other enemy groups for a decent amount of time, it would be topped off once again. if she walked on, it wasn't in remembering she was taking the lead of the scout. neither would she then notice the enemies tagging along behind her. incidentally, it would

her hand fell back to her side. so much for first impressions, it seemed -- but night gave a curt nod to their leaving acquaintances, before sighing and looking to nari. it wasn't as though she was disappointed with the woman -- rather, she was simply trying very hard not to remember that astralin was present for her own sake. still, her friend addressed the stranger either way. and night found herself brushing back part of her locks, hesitant, on the idea of following anyone else around the deck. partially because it sounded like jevi wanted to be alone in the stern, and looking for drin

distracted, the only thing night had picked up was a familiar voice. and she hadn't expected them to cross the deck so quickly, but either way, her voice was quiet, tender, despite it coming with a hint of a growl. "i thought i told you not to--" her sights were slow, head turning, so it surprised her to notice the intended recipient was incorrect. there were two checks to this conclusion: there was no sign of the lapel pin on the-person-who-looked-like-lynn that they'd agreed on to share. just in case a scenario like this ever happened. with a glance towards the stern, she

if she stared dumbfounded at the dragonling, it was in disbelief that they really were just asked to do that. yes, exactly in the manner that nari had whispered to her about -- and to that the woman could also return a tired, "please don't fly into me," before turning to see mekem drift off into the distance. an easy, quick wave to dismiss the completion notice. night opted to survey the area for an exit path, before her attention was stolen by the proposal of free food. but she considered who she was conversing with for a moment. "as long as it doesn't..." --jokes like those w

there was a sleepover? night wasn't aware of it. but neither was it right for her to have joined in the festivities. so she declined the breakfast served when she arrived. picked up one of the training blades, and refused to let go. it wasn't the competition nerves that got to her today. the base of her palm dug into her neck, constant, trying to fight the urge to choke. jumpy, anxious -- a tremble showed even when she stood up from her seat on the floor, pushing herself off the tatami. she near stumbled trying to get to the battlefield. the crowd looked different today, and that was prob

she figured the friend she had been keeping tabs on would approach her first. night nodded as nari closed the gap, though flinched at her posed question of who. the player simmered against the suggestion that she needed to be dragged out of home against her will. "i can dress myself, thank you very much. i am capable of designs -- lest you forget i also run a jeweler's shop..." her fingers ran up the back of her hair at that comment, and night scowled, turning away from nari. "no you don't..." but in a flash, she decided better to correct herself, sighing as she realized the mistake in be

one tear beckoned another, so night shifted, following along the dragon's front to match the line of light marked out of sorsi's belly. the beast recoiled as best she could -- getting up on hind legs and ready to land several other attacks. yet, in midst the players' opening to retreat and dodge, the drakes to the side had gathered to nip at the mother's hind legs. against the dull skies, mekem was flying along, recognized as a snowflake only to the untrained eye. and, when he got close enough, he must've lunged with a killing intent, though night wasn't sure if it was sheer luck or if it

she hadn't intended on going, originally. there was much to be mulled over -- the definition of a black-tie attire, for one, and the safety precautions of being upon a sky ship once again, for another. then there was the printed valentines day 'celebration', and night certainly hadn't wanted to schmooze around with other players. then her date leaned in, commented -- "oh, i want to go!" -- so there they were, arm linked in arm, the player placing blame on a broker she knew (and consulted) if only to reason her attendance. lapel pins identified the pair if it would be necessary, and t

the skip of the kitsune was the most joyful part of the adventure, easily. and this wasn't a dig at nari's company -- rather, the quest itself felt convoluted. into the ice dragon's territory they went, and that meant three squads of combatants; the players would have to do their best not to strike the drakes mekem was coralling, and they had to avoid the monsters' belligerent snaps as well. chaotic indeed. night wasn't going to wait for a mother-son dialogue to occur. the moment the wyvern landed, billowing up snow and ice, the player was quick to dash forward as quick as she could. tech

didn't have to tell her twice. she held back the golem enough for nari to take a proper swing at it, past crow's attempt. shatter was enough to stagger the beast for a moment, and night pushed it back with a thrust of her blade, before rounding the field for a moment in an attempt to gain control of the enemies. a runby past the other golem fixated on crow meant she was liable for another attack upon it -- so night seized the opportunity. at the back of the field, the numbers for enmity ran by in her head, dizzying -- but not as chaotic as the fight itself. night shifted her stance o

hold the phone. who in their right mind would approach strangers in front of a corpse of their dead parent and explain to them, "i want to kill the other one, and you're going to help me!" no, forget the drakeling in front of her. even that wasn't a correct answer, despite it being the truth of the quest at the moment. honestly, the entire debacle made night wonder if the text generation had gone mad, or some writer outside of the game had decided they'd all pay for their time trapped in the game by terrible premises. tired, night only nodded along with nari's seething rage, following alo

skeletons didn't exist in the game unless cardinal had wanted to set one present. so at nari's alert, and her body shifting to get a better angle of what they'd found, the player found herself on edge about the warning of death. but a few seconds longer of her gaze lingering on the remains, eyes then cast to the continuation of the form, and she realized it wasn't a warning meant for humans. the bones had belonged to a beast, almost serpentine in nature. a dragon? likely -- it took all of her effort not to flinch when she approached the corpse, hand smoothing over the surface of what look

a simple "i could try looking for you," would've left her mouth, but upon topic switch, night simply stuffed those words back into her brain somewhere. she had the skills to do it -- track something down so long as you knew its name. at least in this case, the yuki she was looking for wasn't stowed away, where players couldn't find it... yet. right? night followed along, watching the nine tails waver about as mio walked behind nari. onto the quest then. how hard was it to find a dragon's nest out in the wild? especially in a frozen wasteland; she knew the forest out on the fourth was

not to hit them more than once? how would they collapse, then? night moved faster, in tandem with nari's swipe. if the blade of that scythe went through the golem, she'd simply chalk it up to the physics system making way for fluid motion more than keeping realistic. night's own attack, then, was aimed to topple the sentinel -- down it through pushing through its bottom half, once it had been sliced, unsteady. and to even the playing field, past the rush against one foe, she darted to another in a series of thunderous steps. night couldn't pretend the scouting party hadn't caught the enem

something in her almost wanted to shy away from the hand that reached out. was it the cloak? but night watched, vigilant, as the cloth folded upon her figure in a way that felt familiar, but wrong. she twitched it out of place with a finger when nari wasn't looking, the latter's eyes glanced towards what seemed to be a different looking fox than the one she was certain had been lounging around the other player for an extended period of time. and they certainly seemed acquainted. night shot mio two blinks, trying to ascertain if the tiny beast looked like it was ready to start a fight

night: sure she hadn't realized how foreign nari's typing style seemed to her until she'd reflected on it that morning. night would've admitted she was still in stupor, if asked then and there, but with two feet on the floor from her bedside with a burning restlessness underneath, it would be clear to an observer she was otherwise. night: rn? what was in her daily routine? check the store, make sure nyanko hadn't brought her any requests -- breakfast, then, that she'd steal from the fridge. and the suiting up she had to do on the fourth; given that it had been a while since she'

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what was she, a cat being mothered back to shore? night daren't jostle her companion just in case they delayed, causing part of the ceiling to fall upon them -- but neither was she satisfied with being pulled beyond the surface. the screams of the dragon being now stuck under pillar arrest were muffled past their breach of water, and night wasted no time to scramble back up to the forest with nari, drenched from head to toe. so she took her time to swap between equipment, pulling two towels from her inventory just in case nari didn't have one. and as she offered it out, her other hand on

nora? certainly, it couldn't be, given it'd been years since she'd seen said player. night blinked twice, before looking to nyanko, who was absent-mindedly staring elsewhere -- a signal that he had nothing to do with the request. night knew she couldn't question him for results. so she tucked the page away, slipped into the backrooms for a spell, and came out with a small trinket as per written. wrapped in a small paper envelope, she wrapped it again with the request form, and then left the set there on the counter, meeting her familiar's dutiful eyes. at the last moment, she fa

r10 artisan | x14 daily crafting attempts | cd tool crafted item eval. | -> nora | [link] blessing. | [#208039] | TIER 1 TRINKET | AMBITION [desc.]: tiny cloth omamori. tucked in it is a paper, a wish for good fortune in crafting attempts.

because the moment he'd walked into view of night, latter fresh off the teleporter, her attention immediately swayed from the task at hand. wasn't this that strange chef out in the woods that day had recommended the other time? she was certain, because imagine the peculiarity of someone keeping a low profile, only to meet with someone who was gallivanting enough to make a fresh-faced warrior jealous. and she didn't catch a name -- didn't know if her duplicate had known, either, and wasn't so much going to ask. so she tailed him. realized only halfway that they were going the same way -- u

quest. a new mark bestowed upon her as a request meant a new round of preparations to be taken. and bistro wouldn't tell her what was within the labyrinth per say -- but neither could she, upon recollection. wasn't night there for the meeting long ago? she could barely remember it. the update brought something akin to a great silence to the twenty-fifth. and she understood why, especially hearing of the hostilities of the great corridors. that it was dark and dull, boring as it was to force players on their toes, and of recent it expanded to feature many new elements. elements t

if iris wasn't here, then there wasn't a need to call out for her arrival on bistro's notice. but there was a stranger -- one of the store supervisors, she thought, but wasn't certain, and wasn't close enough in distance to check. so night simply stared at the brown-haired woman, lazing on a couch, head buried in a magazine or another, the title unfamiliar to the former. and night took no hesitation in memorizing its appearance just in case she needed to know more. her quiet approach was rudely interrupted by the drop of the equipment she'd brought over. stunned, the woman reading glanced

"hey, i won't ask if you wont." and of course they'd wandered for what seemed like ages. because -- directions be damned, in a forest where everything shifted as the fog willed, only landmarks and approximate steps could've been taken before either of them found a blockade. night huffed as they'd found the lake underground -- a horrid dwelling, to her estimates, and likely an even worse fight to be had in the depths. so gingerly, she lowered herself into the water, before pushing off a nearby wall to swim forth. before she'd seen the dragon, she found the crumbling pillars instead. a