NIGHT

Thread Summary [Total] NIGHT 10,560xp | 880 * 12 * 1 Koga 7,040xp | 880 * 8 * 1 400col

caring was such a specific word. responsibility might've been a better one. she watched as koga unraveled himself from his stance, relaxing only just once he contemplated on how nari might've interpreted her words. part of her wanted to try and recall what she'd said that night; was her reasoning then too complicated to bear? "Are you gonna try and talk with her again?" another part won her over -- the refusal. because for what she could've begun to recall from memory, nothing could replace the striking and violent cries past nari's disappearance, the fading shards of light

"you can't be serious." that was the first thing the woman had wanted to utter. and night woke up, slowly, before all at once, when she'd finally managed to find the words she'd been seeking for. "it wasn't a very good reason," she tried to justify, but the more those words echoed, left static in air, the more her protesting tone sounded like a childish whine than an answer. so she turned her head. wrapped her arms around her knees once again. searched the far wall for the words to say. then she spoke. "before you came back," night started, slow, her index and thumb looped

it took all of her effort for night to peel herself away from the walls. she didn't want to go home. it felt like losing a battle that way. as though something she wanted to be proven to herself got lost in a sea of mixups. of bad blood and unexpected consequences. still, it was koga talking to her. and she didn't have anywhere else to go, so night took her friend's advice. she took her friend's hand in her own. the futon crumpled around her as night stood. soft paces across the floor -- if the woman had more energy, more concern, she would've drifted across the tatami, feather

"no." then night thought over it, eyes downcast. "... not exactly. i mean..." her form slid back over her knees as the woman hugged them again. a groan, as she considered. narrowed eyes towards a washed out room. "it's... it's as off-putting as it is in any other scenario, i think. like, being forced into a role like that. i mean, it doesn't make me comfortable, since that isn't really me. but i mean..." another grumble, and her temple rubbed against her legs once more. uncertainty. what of the dinner did she have the right to say? "nari has a lot of issues," she decided,

"...no." tension in the air, still. night had the rest of the competition to push on through. something she needed to prove to herself. something important. but-- "i don't want to be here," she whispered back, pulling herself out from the sheets that she'd plastered herself under, now dizzy in addition to being afraid. the world seemed to spin under the lack of knowledge from her surroundings. her eyes wandered -- from the ceiling, to the broken door, to the wooden table set aside and the incense upon the floor. she thought about the destruction she'd wrought. night wo

reticent. night's eyelids were lowering by the minute; stoic, upset. when koga threw back his question, she could only consider the idea lightly. "in that dinky old room?" she hated it in there. her hair rubbed at her skin when she shook her head. "i wouldn't even want to go back just for a visit." she was quiet, still, for the better half of a moment. then, with a shift, she let her temple rest on her knee. a sideward glance towards her surroundings. "you know," night started again, her gaze drifting between different blobs of colours in her blurry vision, "she's completely different fro

quiet. in the atmosphere, there was only fading incense and the chaotic sounds of a fight taking place in the main hall. the trading of blows, of wood against wood. a growl here and there. an applause occurred, during the silence. night didn't even shift once. it was at the second set of strikes that she had the strength to peek her head out from under the futon. reddened eyes and nose, an expression too tired, spoke of exhaustion in handling reality in the moment. downtrodden. the quiver of her body was only in fear of the open door, and night sank back into her hiding spot s

"huh...?" it was the only salvation from her fixation. and it was like the scrunchie on her wrist wasn't even there. night raised her head, almost calming down at the mention of her other. like the mere essence of the construct could make a nonbeliever turn to the lord. like she were to see the sight of a rising sun. (and in turn,) "... whatever gave you that impression...?" (the devil would've turned on its heel to leave at such a lost cause.) but night was serious in her expression towards koga. soft, tarnished and broken, but not humorous. no tricks, no j

she immediately peeked from the noise. an eye to her position -- her hands were shaky on the incense. "NIGHT?" he called as gently as he could manage, "It's me. Can I come in?" no registration of who was at the door. night took down her futon for a moment to lob the object in her hand. it clattered to the floor once it struck the table side, unbroken, almost pitiful in her attempt. what heat from within the object fizzled out into nothingness. the squeak she made crawling back into her hiding spot was in accordance to koga's destruction of property. she dug in fast, like a rock

NIGHT could tell something seemed unusual with Jevi, once the woman's gaze had floated to the front door as a new entrant walked into the scene. All tension seemed to melt out of her companion, fading away -- a nod to her friend was all she could give. She decided she wouldn't pry. "No worries. I at least hope I could've helped." Unfortunately, she'd speak up just a little too late. What was immediately more apparent was the flash of green from that familiar player in the raid community. Somehow, her company seemed familiar with each other -- Hirru shooting NIGHT a greeting, to

<<The Mysterious Divide: Srona>> "Whaaaaaaaaat." It was DAY who slumped forward this time, as Koga had been making the transaction for a caravan. Almost theatrical, NIGHT had her arms folded, watching the woman in amusement as she righted herself just as their friend was escorted to pick their vehicle of choice. No doubt it wouldn't be as private as the party would've liked it to be, but at least they had their own space as opposed to squeezing in with the other travelers heading out in the moment. The murmurs from the entity seemed saddened, almost pitiful, eyes wis

NIGHT wasn't a fan of airship battles, watching the skies. Wasn't sure which vessels had artillery and which ones didn't. Wasn't a fan of the way the wind pulsed in her ear, and made her heart race, a loud drum. Didn't want to be miles away from land. She just might kiss it when she hit the ground again. But what caught her attention more was the sight of that large target they were supposed to pursue -- and somehow land upon. No docking stations -- this had to be a crash mission of some sort -- and Koga's words howled through noise was barely audible. She assumed he'd made the same concl

something amiss. the town of beginnings was never this ruined nor chaotic even in its harshest weathers. night didn't know when she'd slipped though the shift in reality, and the disappearance of other entities in the vicinity only marked an eerie sense of loneliness. not that she'd slow down to inspect her surroundings. information in the details of the atmosphere only came in realization once she'd considered the clarity of the storm over the horizon, the lack of obstruction in her chase, the scatter of white light mixed with blue that trailed her steps once she'd brushed past them, em

"..." "she's free to think whatever she wants," night stated, pouting, hugging her knees tighter. her eyes were glued to the table, voice almost muffled. "it's not like i'm entirely against it or anything, but it's not like i'm totally for it either. it's not like i know her well enough to make a good decision or anything, so i figured if we just spent some time together, we could figure out what kind of people we are and go from there. that's what i thought." she paused, blinking twice. lingering. "that's what i thought..." her head sunk deeper, the woman practically curling he

nowhere to hide. nowhere to run. nowhere nowhere nowhere. unfamiliarity was the enemy. and yet, it was the only environment she had she could be able to put up with. one of the empty chambers in baldur's dojo. night didn't remember which it was, but the sliding door to the room clicked shut once she'd found the vicinity clear of other players. a futon was laid with a low table and incense; atmospheric, most probably meant for temporary naps or lodgings for the estate's dwellers. she only did what she believed was right, at the time. check the room for security. pus

Hesitation. But not without thought. NIGHT had already planned to stay the rest of the week home, safe in her own room without the interference of anyone else, the way she'd always known she'd be comfortable, untouched. Still, she had to do something about food. And take out was an option, but... they were trying to make it not to be. For the better, she reasoned. A nod was all NIGHT would give the man, but that left the better question for their present -- left to their own devices, what else was there left for the veterans to do? They didn't stray too far from the duo; safety preca

animated movements. objections and opinions. all of these were lost to the silence, the two breaking fast, never once exchanging a word. it gave night time to think and consider her appearance at koga's. it was initially the free food and her friend's company. now, she wasn't so sure any more. she was still hushed when koga came to take her bowl. night thought back to the hammering of metal. the crack of bone on steel. the chopping of vegetables. she shuddered and pulled herself into a slightly deeper hug before her friend returned from the kitchen, almost unassuming in demeanor.

water. plain and simple. night knew it was ready for her when koga tapped her shoulder. and she drank from the glass, half awake from her stupor, a futile attempt at cleansing what she couldn't let go of. she buried her throes in the sound of sizzling meat. watched as koga fed his familiar -- a simple sight. a boy and his hound. and a sting, unusual, in her neck as she waited. her palm wrapped around it, woman unnerved. "go ahead." "thank you." she didn't forget her manners this time. though when offered the choice, night picked out a pair of chopsticks, wor

night strode to the dining table at his acknowledgement. wasn't sure how to make herself comfortable. instead, she took it as an order to sit down, her form folding once her arms hit the wood. the sound of food being made felt like home, and not at all, all at once. the woman wasn't sure what to think. she let her head rest on the table, sheltered by her arms. the scrunchie on her wrist. the scent of familiarity overtaking the delicious waft of food. she tried to keep calm. night thought it was working. "Want something to drink?" "mm," was her reply. spaced out and ina