NIGHT

a proxy. night always had been one, so it shouldn't be a surprise that she'd popped into the store at all. or rather, it was on technicality that bistro was certain she had. it wasn't as though the alchemist had seen her, nor did she expect her associates to step into the shop floor in stealth. no, there had been no traces of her, when bistro had returned from the backroom, but the missing liquor of light left cooling on the bar counter, alongside the appropriate col had said enough. a paper star was left in the pile of coin, smudged with a slight trace of gold glitter. | to nig

no html? no problem... - 2~3 Damage potions (If tank wants to deal damage too.) // [link.] - 4 stacks of 5 Mass Heal Crystals (1 stack for each party member. Prepare to heal, if I can not) // got the numbers, can't remember the source. - 1 Perfect LD Feast or 4 Perfect LD consumables. (Enough to speed through the labyrinth search) // likewise. - 3 Rare ACC consumables (Enough to accurately hit our Labyrinth Guardian) // [link.] - 3~4 Rare EVA consumables (Enough to not be accurately hit by Labyrinth Guardian) // [link.]

she's missing. so is this sword. she'll never find what she's looking for. for @Vigilon

ROW | Approved. Total EXP: 6200 Total SP: 60 Current Level: 12 Notes: [OP/NK/F1] Link Start! -> approved. +2 SP from the intended calculation to 29SP as stated in your eval.

seeing the end of nari's spear once again instilled a different sort of fright into night. and she'd froze, stuck only until the shift of that blade was away from her front -- only then did the woman exhale and pulled herself to her feet. "what are you talking about," she mumbled, still on edge at their unusual arena, afraid to meet her shield's gaze. "i'm right here..." though the battle plan was spoke aloud, night blinked, hesitant if she understood their situation correctly. "the boss? ... you know, i wasn't sure if i'd actually hit it the first time you told--" her lids closed, t

oh, she definitely hadn't been expecting koga to buy into the good ol' give-it-a-try. because, from the onset, night hadn't been ready to break out into song in the first place. "i'm not a choir kid," she objected with the fold of her arms -- not that she knew of the names of the artists being thrown about in the first place. and though 'over the rainbow' sounded like a familiar song title, neither was she certain she could recall the melody nor the lyrics. the player merely shook her head, only stopping when ghost's playing caught her attention instead. "hey, aren't those the opening bar

night made sure chase kept pace with her the entire jog through. down a couple of streets, turn a corner once they'd made it to the teleporter plaza and out into another road, a smaller path. the player only skipped ahead once she was certain her friend had clear view of where she was going, and when she could see the merchant in stock. the trade of col was easily the quickest part about their journey for the blades. she decided it was best they stopped to allow chase to catch his breath. a quick summon of the weapons she'd purchased -- light and flexibly, with a decent durability f

night squinted at the distance, the same direction she was sure nari had looked towards and found a threat of some kind. but she couldn't see anything out of the ordinary -- just darkness that blanketed the necropolis, similar to the sight they'd caught before. she remained wordless, even as she felt the soil beneath them shifting. dared she try striking at the absent space? it wouldn't make sense to do so, but she trusted the words of her companion, even as their target (was it their target?) only seemed to appear to one of them. from behind, then, she rushed forth, gaze still searching

"i'm pretty sure it didn't." one lunge forth, and she'd batted the two revenants without fail; one completely by accident, and yet was caught by the tail end of her swipe. another chime of the bell in her hands, and the player jumped back, in time and tempo to the flow of battle she was so familiar from cardinal's puppeteering. orange? her health hadn't even reached fifty percent. her gaze was fixed on the red cloak with the lowest health. for that moment, she responded to koga, "if you can take aggro from me, sure." though she only raised it after a beat. hadn't she brushed past an

the tattoo hadn't meant anything to the players, but it clearly did to president brienne. her question came after a hum. "so did you happen to recognize him? ...or, at least, what remained of him." the bodyguard snorted and shook his head. at the players' confused stares, it was their host who responded, her aid pacing over to her side. "apologies. my ward here comes from braso -- the mark of a sword and shield being one of the signifiers that one might be from that region. though i suppose you might already be familiar with their culture...?" she turned to night as her voice tr

she did wonder what exactly had been stolen. from the looks and sounds of it, dazia was having a difficult time ferrying each crate over to the dinghy -- and a part of night had wondered if multiple trips might've been needed with the vessel to complete the quest. after all, they'd just culled a multitude of pirates in opposition to a handful of players, and granted the vessel for the former was likely to be larger than what the latter had been issued... it was the crumbling ceiling, that stray plank that had caught her attention, the woman picking up only a handful of items to carry outs

small talk forgone for silence. the equipment traded through the window (iris' request, when the appraiser herself was for once and finally behind her desk) was greeted with quiet pings and flicks of opening windows, pressed buttons. as soon as the last items vanish from her inventory, night's gaze fell to the glass table. upon the fluffy decor were a few pieces of gear, style unrecognizable. other clients. who to be recognizable, of note? perhaps if it had been anyone she knew, it was reason enough to visit the broker for some information. nonetheless, a quick hum and a nod after iris' d

"what in the world are you talking about?" night had wanted to say, listening to the almost baby-talk definitions of trying to deal damage against an opponent. what came out of her instead was a chuff and a grin. and ghosts? at the sound of it, her smile fell away into disbelief, the player shaking her head. "too many," she responded. between the banshee hunts, the rumor on the twenty-seventh, the woman knew of more than enough hauntings for the rest of her life. eyes watched the chains be shattered upon impact. and despite her ready approach to reach for the handles, the door creaked ope

night's gaze turned onto their would-be performers for the evening and shrugged. as much as she'd wanted to speak about the ghost on the other side of the floor, it seemed as though nari's suggestion about luring their mark out had already struck a chord with the party. the woman shrugged, stepping backwards and offering the floor to her partner with a slight grin. "well, if you two are keen on giving it a shot." she then turned over to koga with the same smile. "so are you joining in too? percussion?" a jest. she'd not known her friend to be musical ever since she'd known him. instead, t

"wouldn't that be more obvious?" after all, the more nooks and crannies they went looking into in a creepy large building, the greater the fear instilled into the adventurers. and if she'd been the first to venture here and investigate if there was the presence of a king here, she would've chalked it up to the atmosphere itself, given enough time and dead ends. night lead them through an open window into a hallway. a quick reference to their map, and the stairs were quickly found. she placed a hand on her other's back once nari had started to cough, a pained expression as she looked to t

"sounds pretty straightforward to me," day commented, gaze bouncing between the two players. she held out a hand, fingers raised as she listed off what she perceived. "you two can go for a run, then come back here for some sword art practice afterwards. oh, and leave me to gorge on all of your berries on my own." night shrugged, partially wincing at the vanishing of her breakfast. "that's... fine by me." the player walked towards the front door, rolling her head around her neck for a moment. when chase fell into step behind behind her, she pulled open the door, a warm sunlight pourin

she laughed at yuki's chitter just the same. "you're not fooling anyone," night returned, leaning into the embrace. she hummed, too, at the notion of having attention drawn to them. "sure." because as they walked into the main settlement, commentary proven apparent, so too did the player wonder if there had been any rumors about the fox-girl wandering through the floor just yet. and knowing she'd hear it from bistro at some point made her want to giggle, too. through the teleporter and onto the twenty-first. cavernous as the floor was, it was through a set of winding and obscure tunnels t

"koga?" night recognized the voice of her friend as she was starting to turn away as ordered. the bandit wheeled around, shocked at the appearance of yet another player in his midst. and just as day and whirled around, almost in time to slam her palm into the woman's gaze -- -- she hadn't meant to look. neither did she get to see. there was the thunderous breaking of wood. the crack. the heavy slam of something slammed against the wall. then the shimmer of a familiar sound, cardinal's relinquish of a figure in their midst, and all night could've seen was darkness. she hadn'