NIGHT

THREAD CLOSING [Total] EXP | multiplier base: 1.25 | 1 + 0.15 + 0.1 COL | multiplier base: 1.3 | 1 + 0.3 MAT | multiplier base: 1.5 | 1 + 0.5 HIDDEN | t8 +15450XP | 1545 * 8 * 1.25 +3272col | (XP*0.15) + 200 * 1.3 +15 materials | 10 * 1.5 +T4 Perfect Unidentified Equipment/Item (x3) +30 seeds NIGHT | t10 | #edit bc ya boi cant count tiers +19312XP | 1545 * 10 * 1.25 +4025col | (XP*0.15) + 200 * 1.3 +15 materials | 10 * 1.5 +T4 Perfect Unidentified Equipment/Item (x3) +T4 Demonic Unidentified Equipment/Item (x1) +30 seeds

yep. shouldn't have said that. were wood pliable, night would've buried her back into it, making a hole out of the counter from her lean. and as more exposition followed, her attention shifted to the floorboards. "melody is going to die." "--please, i need you to help me die." the rest of the gemini's words fell like an echo into an abyss, the player lost in her contemplation. and she did catch sight of that gleaming thing, upon the construct's hand -- wondered for a beat how similar it was to the types of accessories she made. ring finger. night stirred with resignat

to lose... everything? a restless gaze. multiple points of confusion. vagueness. from one point of the tavern, one section of rotting wood stared at towards another. night's vision teetered between haziness and focused, half due to exhaustion, half due to disassociation. she was thinking. 'neglect'' was a specific word to use. someone having 'fallen' to the system-cleansing darkness was another. 'hunting' was just as so. and by all actuality, she couldn't recall anyone having been claimed by the storm, names written out on the monument by rumor because of it. 'she won the lotter

* * * She was going somewhere, afterwards. Bistro's, probably. Not that NIGHT needed to recall. Staring up at the wooden scaffolding, hands tucked away in her track suit, only the bare minimum of her dream seemed to arise from memory. Something about Hidden and her family. Ayame, a little sister. Some man she'd wanted to get back with. Tears rolling down her cheeks. And a hug. A name uttered, and frost on her pursed lips. One stone-cold tone -- the kind she thought herself to be familiar with, when Hidden proved herself to be stubborn, and yet pitch slightly deeper. A screa

She didn't really remember too much afterwards. NIGHT found herself awake an hour later, to the incessant messaging from her brokers on tasks, and ruffled sheets where there might've been someone there before. Breakfast ready-made downstairs; despite the lack of taste, she enjoyed the rice otherwise, and made no comment to the lack of other personnel within her home. Nyanko watched her lounge, paws tucked underneath himself, squinting with discerning green eyes. And what of the new floor, Bistro had asked her earlier, alongside the invitation (order) to drop by her store as soon as s

Cold fingers on her lips. They made her eyes flutter open, a racing heartbeat to pair with, and a terrible sense of grogginess, lethargy and confusion. She hadn't considered why her bedmate had been the first of the two to wake -- even unspoken contracts had their rules, and NIGHT had always been the one to uphold them. Neither did she think twice about why her associate had shifted, out of immediate grasp and reach. Her arms had only caught air when she curled inwards, finding nothing to soothe the stinging frost from her face. So lost was the descriptor that would've been used to d

The hug... took her aback. In dreams, it was difficult to tell where reality started and imagination ended. For her, still burbling on the edges of her reverie, NIGHT was starting to see sunlight when she could've sworn it was still dusk. Warmth. The woman's arms around her figure was comfortable. And as Hidden breathed languid, somnus, the player finally found her vision fixing itself. Again, and again, from mixed colours to sharpened focus, the weight of another upon her own stole her faded mind to the present. And the words that rolled from her conversationalist's mouth were

Haziness made light of Hidden's sudden shift in demeanor. Though the shift in tone and pitch had caught her off-guard, so too did a wave of drowsiness in the moment. And NIGHT felt her gaze shift, from the woman to the floor to the cat celestial that suddenly made an appearance, and the player had a tinge of jealousy, choked nostalgia and wishing. Fingers through a cat's fur. Fingers through gold hair. Had the player felt like moving, perhaps she would've been bouncing at the chance to pet the random other that had appeared. But with chaos quelled, the dream figure paced herself away

She didn't need the sudden attention -- and yet she felt it all the same. NIGHT had imagined the cold stare coming from Crow's grimdark look, the moment he spilled of Yuki's disappearance, but that feeling of being watched still lingered. The player turned just as Freyd stood to take his leave -- his direction? She felt a chill down her back, the only sign of discomfort revealed was a tucking of her lower lip inwards. Then her sights went back to Baldur and Crow -- a speech, speculation... ... Her missing friend would've been first priority, above all else. And as her gaze wandered t

It was only sputtering between the sand, dust and barely-registered coins. By the time Koga had gotten NIGHT to simmer down, she was wearing a scowl, hugging her cloak closer to herself. "Oh, I saw it," she returned, watching as the dragonling started to crawl up Koga's form. Behind the man, Tarek was starting to fill up a burlap sack full of treasure, and NIGHT took a moment to look over their objectives, just as her companion had done. "Don't suppose the little beast can talk?" A whimper back was her response. But somewhere in between her blinks of disengagement and her shifted gaz

In one moment, she'd remembered the dream on the borders of her mind, the one she swore she couldn't recall -- the party, the palace, the stars. All it took was Hidden's voice to light that subconscious memory tucked away. And in the next-- "Remembering that we're up against a computer instead of creature's with real feelings is important." --she remembered the image of something more than heaven, and the weight of her reverie long forgotten finally compounded. It left the player voiceless, stunned, and without objection. Hopefully none would've been paying the silent woman atte

She wasn't paying enough attention to discern if the 'we' in Freyd's words had been about the front-liners... or Firm Anima themselves. Instead, her attention switched back towards the other attendees who'd begun to speak up. There was doubt placed on the cannons, and certainly it was worth taking caution against the machinations within the boss room. But a furrowed brow and a pause later, NIGHT still found herself hesitant to imagine otherwise. "Then, disassembling it would be a better option...?" Arms in a tighter fold, and a disgruntled expression as she fought to recall if her in

What happened? Did Tarek search too hard? She didn't even think the ground beneath them happened to feel unstable -- or did Cardinal suddenly decide that players had weight, and somehow her fall had broken the terrain enough that they would fall right through the world again? When NIGHT, having landed on her back, pulled herself up from her splayed position, there was only darkness from what she could see. No light pouring into their underground cavern -- because there was something tiny, warm and ridged crawling across her cheek with a squeak. "--AAH!" And to say that she'd bat

Genuine curiosity. The shop appeared to players whenever they'd desired something that it could provide. Shows up out of fate -- or was Cardinal seeking out others' intents? -- so that an equilibrium of emotions could be reached through trade. So when NIGHT, empty-handed, pulled herself into the store's confines out of obligation, she was very much at a loss. "I don't think I have anything at the moment..." Even stranger still was how she'd guessed, in the wilderness, its appearance was meant for some player else. But she was alone on the sixth, and no entity would've been

"Hm?" Two groups. NIGHT took a moment to look around the room. Sure enough, her counting skills hadn't failed her, although she did wonder how many of Anima's Army would be able to make it to the fight. Was organizing their troops really such a big deal? The player did wonder. Between what she'd seen of her party from Shadow, she'd chalked it up to the most sociable of the group to speculate the distribution of members. Additionally, ensuring each party had their bare essentials -- healer, tank, restoration crystals -- were all she'd expected to be a given. That being said, she

It had only just registered to her that they'd failed the mission objective once the interface at the corner of her eye was marked out with a strikethrough on their task. And she laid there, uncomfortably, waiting for the winds of the sandstorm to die down just as she heard Koga's rampant scampering towards her location, with orders for her to rise up from her mistake. "Leave me here," she'd managed to muffle out, after pulling down the hood of her cloak over her head, sheltering her cavity from dust and sand alike. Still flat upon the dune, she curled up even further, regret at the foref