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she hadn't thought to ask nari for her opinion, beyond having known her history, alongside what she had already told night. so they walked, quiet, and as they passed through the castle doors night wondered if lilith was meant to reside here. it seemed like a proper home for the demonic being, but at the same time, it felt a little too grand for a singular person. a part of her recalled oscar's manor, and the memory itself questioned if her friend, now, was doing well, because she hadn't heard from him in a bit. nari was right to be wary, even if night was underestimating her environm

or not. night was about to head out once some of her team did, long strides made brisk towards wushen as she kept her eye out for other potential obstructions. there weren't any. so she turned that into a run instead, darting forward, and she was almost about to hit the dragon, too. but then the earth shook, the ice walls came back up, and suddenly night was thrown into the air again. a tap from the all consuming was almost like a shove to corner her back into her cage – night tumbled downwards against the floor, where an effigy of his almighty awaited her – alongside the r

"the records...?" night asked, but didn't linger on the term for too long. hell, she'd expected her query to be taken as a slip of the tongue, but she still remained interested in the presence of documentation from a historical period, especially if it contained information about events such as these. but she allowed hirru to continue unhindered, nodding allowing with light sympathy – even if she didn't know these players, it still seemed sad, and a little beyond her, that they would be axed without notice – and potentially without grudge. night brushed at her scalp at the back of he

maybe it was something about the fourteenth that got people thinking like this, night noted. the black and the reds, she would blame, casting her gaze aside as she'd listened to nari speak. things were changing on the outside, just as much or more than within their realm. and the player contemplated on if she should reach out to grab one of nari's shoulder, but failed to follow through. "we don't know if it's pointless," night responded, turning to face her. "not until we get to that final floor to verify the administrator's words, i mean." and then she started walking again, casual

the knuckle of her index went up to her mouth. night had been entirely unserious, of course, but watching nari consider her proposal seemed a little hilarious, even if it did carry the intended effect of offloading the sword to her. it quickly transformed into a scythe in her hands – a mystical show that had the player tilting her head at, and almost made her want to retract her previous efforts of handing over the item to nari. a brief bout of thought, and her companion's serious argument about not being able to sell quest items suddenly made sense, so she dropped her intent of taki

the golden age? the only frontline guild she was familiar with was firm anima, only because of their size. every other name she even thought to know – no matter how briefly – was smaller in scale. what are the implications of a golden age with regards to guilds, then? and – knowing hirru had mentioned the occurance of a murder – how many had they lost? hirru mentioned 'a decline in direction and betrayal' – that last word was the second time he'd said it, though night wasn't too sure to tie it into his own interruption on the twenty-third. but she nodded, still, as the man sighed and

caustic went down before she even had a moment to register what it could do, or had a second attempt at cutting it through. once the head was purified, the shards that scattered and spiraled upwards signaled the end to their presence in the ice block – but where to? wushen still towered over them in the distance, and there were walls in their way. were they breakable? ice was known to be such a material, after all. there was no wind present, but the direction that the shards were pointed towards ticked night off about something. so she sent her executioner through with a swing. she'd had

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like a roiling tide. the ground continued to morph, shift – rumbles begot an upheaval of the floor, until shards of ice began to protrude, and cut into the air above its root. they grew and blockade, and in the dizzying spell of a changing arena, night only thought herself lucky to have found her other team members in the mix. she'd stumbled back from the corners of their entrapment, idly brushing up against the head that seemed hard as stone – only then did she turn around and back away even more. it was not as solid as she had initially thought it was. the instinct that k

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night watched koga pick up the sword. and it was shiny, and burning, and 'cool'. but the first thing night was curious in was-- "well? is it cursed?" that aside, they did have things they needed to kill. night then thought twice about their presence in the keep. it didn't seem as though there were any signs of vampires nearby – but her quest log did update to direct them elsewhere. night shrugged as she waved to koga. "think we should check a window." so they swept the keep grounds for one. (yeah. they did pass by the sword in the stone from earlier. but it lost its l

there was a lot to consider with a weapon balanced for its accuracy. night considered this, as she blazed through door after door. her investigation was careless, untactful – if she didn't catch a glimpse of light once the room's entry was open, she'd leave immediately. between the echoes of the hall, and the noise they were making, it was a wonder there weren't any sleeping corpses to be roused about – or that night could even hear nari above the chaos. but night took her shot in the dark to know better. "a slot of holy, probably," she guessed, and then placed her faith in false hop

chekov's gun, one after another. night was failing to keep track of each of them, usually save the last – but that wasn't often tantamount to the story she was being told, she realized. so she set aside her inability to recall, riding through the story beats that hirru was narrating instead. a fragmented collective of players – on purpose, but what was it? and a run in with an orange player, though that didn't seem to phase her much. it occurred to night, however, that she could only count the number of such individuals she'd encountered on one hand; mari being the most prominent, bu

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"north until you see the bee hive." "bee hive?" "then, turn right and walk straight for a while." "okay..." "there's a cave—" "cave??" "—don't go inside. bear lives there." "what kind?" "go left. you'll find ellesmera." and night hadn't taken the instructions down as notes, so she simply nodded, trying to rehearse star's speech in the back of her mind. "right. got it. ... thanks." the realization that she'd said something a little strange struck her quick. why did she ask that? night waved it away. "err— you know what? don't even answer that

"a regular?" night knew she wasn't going to bump into other customers except through sheer accident – that happened only once in a while. rather, the tale behind it was difficult to behold. issuing identifications on the daily? either he had a lot of money, or a lot of items. both set night's position in the economy into perspective. she may be strong, but at the moment, she was practically living from identification to identification (according to bistro, at least). so she sat on that feeling for a little as she listened. "that... makes sense," was all she could produce, s

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look. bistro wasn't going to know. iris wasn't going to tell. and if she was, night had just stumbled upon a little secret she wasn't exactly sure was exactly good blackmail material. iris was passed out on the couch, and so was jean. the thing was: jean had her head on iris' lap. night initially hadn't wanted to intrude on their peace and quiet, but she was caught by the woman in blue by the counter, where iris usually was, who beckoned her to come in. it wasn't good blackmail material... on the basis she got caught. but between the look of uneasiness from night and indiff