NIGHT

the question had mostly been rhetorical, but the way it seemed to trouble nari with the query returned leading them astray, night thought it best to play to her whim. for once, it felt strange -- the way her other wasn't as confident, as ready as she'd usually been. the images of dessert were hazy in her vision as she gave its toppings some thought. "i don't think they go on crepes, do they...? but if it was anything like your poutine..." a passing grade, and nothing more. then the estate got put into question, and night stalled in her response, part of a fear drumming at her throat

when she'd last seen it, oathkeeper had been a blade that stood about half of night's height. at koga's message, she'd realized the weapon now exceeded her expectations. it shimmered, shone as though it had no traces of an outline, a sword as holy and bright -- pure white. just as orgoth's legacy had been. but it thrummed differently as her hand wrapped around its hilt. she wasn't sure what magic koga had pulled off other than how item fusions were supposed to work, but the gentle melding of weapons into the final form of her edge -- at the gentlest touch, it rippled with a heavy for

an item delivery. there was nothing else much to it, right? but night had overthought it, walking into that smithy, parts of the echos from what felt like half a life time ago still ringing in her ear. a pounding in her head. she wasn't too steady, with that spear in her hand, and the look of that hammer on that anvil seemed frightening in the warm hues of the forge. she was wordless coming in. left just as silently, too. but the space in between was filled with a harsh press of her lips against nari's the moment she caught the woman walk in. hands grabbed at what little cloth was ex

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crafted item eval. item upgrades* | demonic shard (x3). | cosmic devourer | [#169138b] | locket. | [#205240] | lupine. | [#207468] * head empty, no thoughts. transaction sent under "item fusion".

something about equipment just seemed so personal. perhaps it was in night's nature to keep her stats a secret; and it wasn't so much paranoia that strove her to do it. rather, there was something incredibly freeing about keeping things hidden while the rest of the world would decide it was none of their business. a social contract with two benefitting parties. so if there was any one she'd pick for the job, it would be koga. (because it was equally as awkward to leave the house of a blacksmith, and then return only hours later for a commission. would she even need to pay? what were

night might've been slain on arrival, had the shock been too much for her. when bistro had a grand idea on processes, she would never have thought it would amount to... this. there was a lot to take in, from the blueprints and sketches iris handed her along with the equipment package, and then the sheer number of items that were involved in the transfer. she felt like she was holding her own weight in gold, hauling the stash away. and all the broker had to return to her was: bistro: winning. (y) all iris and night both could do was trade bows before the latter pattered off

what little distance was placed between them, night chose to close with a light tug her way; barring that, her steps towards nari's side once again. because all of that time building warmth had made her a stranger to the cold that would flow between them, that sudden vacuum, even if it did remind her of what she'd needed over time. "i'd rather you not." and her hand fumbled with the side of her neck, thumb upon her jaw as she pulled her arm away. a tiny crepe stall, fit in between two taller buildings; she eyed their newfound destination if only for a peek at the menu as she considered th

it did night well to follow orders as a guest in someone else's home. so she did, cup set on the table surface as the pair made their way to the kitchen. moderate in size, it was enough for a person living alone; part of it reminded her of the kitchens she'd seen in the real world, fit for an apartment. cozy, with spaces for ingredients immediately within reach. and then blizz got up on his hind legs, trying to grab at the jar of snacks chase had just picked up. it vanished before the familiar had a chance at them, though night was certain he'd see those treats soon enough. she gave her f

night rolled her eyes. she couldn't find it in herself to object -- especially given nari's disposition. she was certain her companion was enjoying the teasing, even if it came at her expense. “No, I just have a you fetish. I can stop if you want me to?” as red as she was, her eyes only scanned the woman's form, mentally taking notes. there would be an opportunity for retaliation eventually; night's pull of the player closer to her was to jostle her clarity of movements upon her shirt. "you'd be surprised," she returned, sentence hissed, colours of the warm light that decorated coral

(a friend. that would make chase a friend, though the irony of that discrepancy was lost upon the woman.) night found herself in agreement of the plan. "no. no caveats here with regards to the move." most likely, she'd have to give the man a rundown of where everything in her home was, but just as well was the chance that day would have a fun time acclimatizing their new housemate to the estate, even if it would be a temporary arrangement. her hand snaked around her neck, fingers slipping past the corner of hew jaw for a moment. how she'd found the gall to extend that invitation in

they walked until they could no longer tell the right direction -- and perhaps that was just the side effects of the kiss they were feeling. upon nari's offer, night nodded, pulling the woman back towards the teleporter with a tug of her fingers. there wasn't any reason to spend another crystal at the edge of the safe zone. in the same vein that the player found herself distracted by where a good place to fetch ice cream was at, so too was she then hyperaware, brought out of her thoughts by the smoothing of cloth pressed against her back. (it was getting hard to breathe, again, despite th

and she hadn't expected the cheerful response, but night did feel relieved from it. a palm worked at her own cheeks, knowing the sincerity of the notion would eat at her, inside and out, had she not been careful. warm already. the player hid her scowl, towards herself, before sharp eyes went back nari's way. “As to feeding you--" barely anything else was heard beyond the closeness of contact, night still ruminating on the conviction, the genuity of her other. at that, she slinked backwards, spine hitting the wall -- and what thoughts were stolen had made her place attention on their

"what? no." and night knew it was difficult to source for asian products in the west, but she hadn't expected her childhood snack to have been so irrelevant to the rest of the world, either. she thought about how to best describe it, continuing her meal. "it's like a snack. a thin breadstick with most of it coated in tempered chocolate. it's so snappy that each bite you take of it makes this 'pock' sort of sound." though as she watched nari toy around with her own notion of what a pocky stick was, night couldn't help but smile and agree. the youth back home would've done that too -- she'd

Paragon Level 5 - Laurel Wreath (Earn Col equivalent to 15% of player’s EXP earned in thread) Paragon Level 10 - (1) Gleaming Scale, (1) Demonic Shard, +1 LD to Looting* Paragon Level 25 - (1) Gleaming Scale, (1) Demonic Shard, Free Skill Respec Paragon Level 50 - (1) Gleaming Scale, (1) Demonic Shard, x3 Paragon Tier Up Tickets** Paragon Level 75 - (1) Gleaming Scale, (1) Demonic Shard, Custom SA Paragon Level 100 - (2) Gleaming Scales, (2) Demonic Shards, Access to ‘Champion’s Hall’*** player redeeming p50 rewards.

TELRENYA | Approved. Total EXP: 74500 Total SP: 170 Current Level: 32 Paragon Level: 10 Unlocked Paragon Rewards: Lv. 5 | Laurel Wreath (Earn Col equivalent to 15% of player’s EXP earned in thread) Lv. 10 | (1) Gleaming Scale, (1) Demonic Shard, +1 LD to Looting* Notes: <<Mask of the Lovers>> drops its twin requirement and is converted into a one-time use consumable.

and to think, she'd been walking around the entire day with her tracksuit off. wasn't that enough? her own cheeks flared at the thought of even wanting more off. (she did. and in the same vein, she needed to keep her head steady.) so the vanilla conversation helped. incredibly so. night found herself questioning the validity of that response, the eager disagreement -- "you'd be surprised at how quick others would make a judgement call about that." not that she didn't agree with the uses of vanilla nari was touting. it made sense. but in opposition to most other flavours, as it was o

another one? night considered the offer of the next fry before taking it, still sheepish in her expression. and in between bites -- "i don't remember placing a label on us." -- did she find herself muttering out a half-hearted, confused statement. after all, she couldn't remember if either the two had asked each other out in the first place, beyond the first date. things just... flowed. oh. oh, right. the thought of the lack of boundaries reinforced struck her hard, in the back of her head, all at once. that would probably explain some things, the player realized. or a lot. somewhat

observant. night wasn't that great at the description of food, but upon a second bite she could agree with the points nari had mentioned. not as though she did mind what the dish was lacking, however. even though the woman hadn't meant it to tease, between the imposition of dessert and a kiss, her spoken rebuttal only fell to the wayside in a heartbeat. caught off guard. the player looked at the fry, partially blushing on the offer. "i--i mean, it's not like i need to be spoiled or anything," she pouted. and despite her inertia, night reluctantly gave in after a moment, eating off of nari

"well-- she's not exactly my..." the more night wanted to try and explain it, the more she found herself unable to. because she couldn't recall placing a label on it. did it deserve a label to it? the implications were obvious, sure -- but without the spoken word, she couldn't find herself deciding to conclude anything. suddenly, all of those jokes about useless lesbians she'd tossed nari's way came crashing back down upon her. the punchline, as it seemed, went both ways. night fumbled with the empty cup in her hand as she stammered for a response. shaking her head, she then turned t

a few slices trimmed off the shank, and night already set down her knife. though she'd been intent on taking notes, she was certain with the rate that nari was explaining her preferences that all nuance wasn't able to be captured fully had she not paid full attention. so she nodded at each milestone, glancing at the fries as her fork jabbed at the meat. mozzarella. better gravy. thick cut fries with a crispy exterior. “How’s the lamb?" hopefully she'd be able to remember for later. lamb cooked in the manner it was served was not to her favour, served on a base of mashed potatoe