NIGHT

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

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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

if they were venturing out within the night, perhaps she would've agreed, somewhat. because didn't clouds move? and beyond them, a vast blue, colors remaining the same unevenly throughout the floor? the player shook her head when nari couldn't see her -- no, she wouldn't get it the way her companion did, after all -- and was only a tad relieved when her sights were taken off the canopy. that was her cue, too, to search for the nest as well. "I wonder if it's going to be like the last one, where we just...stumbled upon it entirely by accident." so they did stumble upon it entirely by

too fast, too eager -- a jab in the face was nothing more than insult in the system, but boy was night furious about it afterwards. she threw herself back into the fray without hesitation, grabbing the revenant's shoulder and throwing it against the wall before her mind could process the lack of strategy, just rage. the bell tolled for it, in that brief pillar of light that followed, and once more again when she kicked off the wall to halt the construct from getting up. now, standing in a field of dust in that dark gothic hallway within the keep, night took a pause to reorient herself wit

the housemate? "we did." if night could grow extra eyebags there and then, perhaps she would've. now she would've had to consider if that match up was by accident, or coincidence (and she wasn't sure if either was any better). the lack of eye contact meant that they were both liable to stew in the information, both at their own pace with incredibly different reads of the situation, before nari retorted back about the broker. night only snorted, turning back down the path. "a better one would've spelled out what was to come for you instead of giving you a riddle," she clarified, befor

never been wrong, once she'd deciphered them? wasn't that a fallacy, given that there could have been a bias at play? "oh, tell me you know about the death of the author," night tossed behind her shoulder, uncertain which between the mix of loss and concern she should lean towards regarding the message. "i'd say have more faith in yourself than the message, but i'd be more adverse to them given that you don't even know of them in the first place." then quiet settled between them, giving night the time to navigate through the woods. if only they'd started walking sooner, perhaps they'd be

she slowed her brisk pace once nari got her attention. and the block of text on the interface -- night nearly stopped in entirety just to read it, pace to a snail's crawl. all she could do was squint, eyes running over words and tripping. mostly clear? half of it read of emotion, which only distilled to confusion in the player, and a few ounces of annoyance. two fingers pinched the bridge of her nose. "no," night concluded quickly, brows furrowed, eyes shut tight as realization of how little information she'd absorbed from the text washed over her. what was even the point of such obf

silence, as she walked on a little. confusion, then, when she'd realized her companion was circling a tree. so surely, there must've been something up with it. a ghost, somewhere? night started to approach, even as she saw hirru's figure halt movement. wanted to say something -- but hadn't the time. all she could do was whirl around as he zipped past her, catching the glimpse of something visceral on his face -- then he was gone, headed towards the distance. what else could the player do but take off after him, with a holler of surprise underlined with a grave concern? "hirru?!"

limiting their search to a specific region on the floor narrowed their destination choices. night wanted to look over nari's messages, too, but thought it impolite. instead, eyes glued to the map, she simply drew over the interface, circling out the lakes within the forest, before shifting perspective over to the route ahead. fifteen minutes wasn't going to cut it. the nest could take all day to look for if they let the game decide its location. "i don't need to take anything," night stated, closing her map. a shifted gaze examined their surroundings, comparing it to the charted path in h

thread summary. total. + 12,138xp | (327 * 14 * 1) + 7560 + 286,492col | (228,000) + (56,672) + (xp * 0.15) + 94 materials | (38 * 2) + 18 + combat loot.

from one source, to another, each of them dodging the sudden growing tail inhumane and hadn't even seemed like a squirrel's part -- that growth a last surprise once night had polished clean the last slashing claw that missed all but air. overhead sunders were the best tactic, there -- and though she'd presumed the same for the tail as she jumped right in to demolish it, the easiest maneuver to perform was a low cut into an upper, which wouldn't destroy the end of the almost serpentine figure the rodents had cut for themselves. not one to worry, that night, once her shadow was part of the

no stopping her momentum -- if she'd lost it once more, night would've thought better to retreat. so she leaned into her swings, changing course with the shift of her head. instead of a singular quick strike, she went for a prolonged series, one set she was certain any formidable and likeable foe would've appreciated, that upfront and personal closeness, the dance almost enviable from the stolen glance out of day's peripheral. so to match, not to be taken for the lesser entity, the machine threw out her shield in a pelt of light against the arm swarm, willing her weapon's edge to morph yet aga

what came rising out of the ground from that point on were echoes of the original form they'd seen before. multiple thinner arms, squirrels stacked high, managed to build themselves from the fading crowd -- multiple of them were struck down, but few had managed enough to nick night for a number of strikes. battered around in an arena, arms closing in, the one she trusted around her wrist pulled her out of the fight -- "don't corner yourself," thrust her out of the ring before slamming out an exit for herself. night rubbed her head as she stopped herself from the mess, the waves -- this wa

down on the ground. but night got up quick. a shield had been held to their opponent's claws, seeming almost blunt a strike, and the squirrels started to dissipate in formation just as a second figure was appearing behind day. but of course the construct knew. a simple glance exchanged, and day pushed off the tumbling batch of rodents, in time to move for night to deliver her blow instead. one clean cut of white was simple enough to halt it from getting back up. so another started to reform elsewhere instead -- and it would've been quicker, but stardust was beginning to rise from the