NIGHT

Cerberus? It had been a while since she'd hunted that boss. The last time she was there, it had been with Koga; the two day trek was nothing she'd wanted to manage alone, hence she staved it off for her friend when she could manage it. Likewise, the first entrance to that dog's lair was on her own. NIGHT remembered what she'd muttered to Koga after the culling of the baby boars, and all at once that realization struck her hard. Instantly, she folded her arms. It wasn't Nari's fault that NIGHT had her own issues. "Sure," she mentioned, before motioning towards the direction

Western gate -- that was where NIGHT moved herself towards, then, trying to ignore the biting feeling in her pit that now felt the pierce of a weapon far greater than a dagger nor sword. To ignore the parts of her mind that rationalized her hiding better than to stay and fight. A glaive's reach could easily best her great sword; that was just the reality of their weapon types, and she had to accept it. And though she'd expected to see Nari in the combat gear last remembered, what she hadn't expected was the anxiety stored in the woman's frame, reading body language from even a distance a

“Um. Do you guys need help?” NIGHT was about to say yes. What NIGHT didn't know was that the option was about to be decided for her. In its neglect, the slime familiar had decided to forgo regular restrictions related to known understandings in Aincrad and shot its containment towards the sink. Had the player any strain of sanity left, she would've wondered why it took so long for the creature to have performed such an action, and why its owner was just so bad at looking after the one she had tamed. For the record, she did, in fact, think of this. But just as much as she had sa

She couldn't remember a thing about the eighth. Part of it was Aincrad to blame -- somehow, Cardinal's wild magicks kept it shifting, ever changing, despite the consistency of life its residents had been provided once upon a time. Then there was the fact that she couldn't ever remember each individual quest she was sent out to do, only the people she'd met and kept in contact with remained. The people that were the memories, the essence of the places she'd visited, the monsters she'd slain. There were no memories that stuck with her on the eighth. And as the light faded from NIGHT's

It must've been in the afternoon when NIGHT had received it, some time past lunch. Listless in Bistro's shop, going over the potential rumor threads that some novice journalist or another had strung up. To her side was a sheet of paper that had each possibility etched upon it copied over, listed, some crossed out with mind maps and some blatantly proven untrue. Black coffee was never her thing, but still it felt wrong to turn down her informant's specialty while over at her stall. Anything to take her mind off recent events. Not that her broker minded the company. Rearranging shelves coul

Good question. NIGHT too was wondering what the people inside were doing, because wandering back into a burning building was definitely not what she'd expected from their behavior. So she had half a mind to watch for what was to occur -- but the other part of her willed in favour of movement. Within, it was chaotic -- the noise almost parallel to the echoes of the rabble in a raid boss arena. Nothing she could discern. Though to her benefit, her tracksuit was practically made for storage of tiny items; herbs, vials or otherwise. As she collected what little she could still left on the nea

Idle, that's how she'd been. For what little time had progressed between their first lessons and their current, the beginners had already built up strength to wipe out tiny boars sent their way. It was no surprise, to NIGHT. The miniatures were built for execution. The mother that protected them was new, though not unrealistic. It couldn't have been that much difficult for the fresh faces -- likewise, in her seemingly disinterested state, she did pick up on that glare shot her way, if only for a split second -- and she assumed it helped boost what berserker frenzy the warrior had been on.

Mysterious blaze indeed. For it was partway through their journey that the two women had to disembark and set up fabric over their shelter before the vehicle could continue moving. Rain poured light, then heavy and back again over the tarp overhead. And in the comforts of the darkness within, it was difficult not to stay close for warmth, despite the other civilians present adapting well, and NIGHT forced herself to huddle next to the entity despite being in public. No one would know. No one would know. Chanted over and over again in her head, until she fell to slumber. Likewise, in solid

As Koga started to relax, so too did NIGHT turn towards the road. She ruminated over his answer, keeping the construct's hazy figure in her sights. "'No one is an island' and all that, you mean." Though she stopped, considering his input afterwards with a grin and sarcasm. "Yeah, like you look like the type." "Oh, you're judging us now?" And if the woman stopped speaking afterwards, it was in her observation of how their surroundings were starting to fade from rocky plateaus with farmlands bare to a growing number of saplings crowding their gradual descent. The forest wasn't dense ye

"Drain Fraz out of water," NIGHT stated plainly. It wasn't as though she was paying attention to the other party goers around her; she wasn't here for the social aspects, after all. "Assuming it could be rolled upstairs -- ah, but the pressure..." It pained the player to even consider the possibility that such an event would occur in her own home. In fact, it almost moved her to redesign her own living conditions due to the fact that she, too, had a bathroom only on the second floor. But that wouldn't help the poor slime full of liquid still. NIGHT thought about it a little more before op

"I'd rather no one did know my name." NIGHT listened, turning away for a moment. And just the same, her gaze met her counterpart's, the woman grinning back all the same at that news. No words were said, but with the smile directed her way, she wondered if it was all in attempt to make her flush. "That's not even remotely true," she argued back, snapping back to Koga before she felt warm again. "Baldur called us both out on it. And don't think I didn't catch the side eyes a lot of the veterans were giving us, either. Just because I made the first move in Hirru's defense doesn't mean I

Sheesh. Edgy much. NIGHT really had to start asking where these players were getting their 'cool particle effects' from, because it seemed like such a worthwhile investment. (To it's makers. There was absolutely no reason why she'd needed to make herself stand out in that way on a regular basis.) As Koga leapt from the ruins of their crashed vehicle, so too did NIGHT follow in turn. And no, she hadn't expected the ground to burn, nor for the heat to rise uncomfortably -- and the woman was adamant on keeping her tracksuit on just the same. Incidentally, her fall was as silent as a cat

"Please don't make it sound like I'm known for anything." NIGHT relaxed into her seat once again, arms folded. Even amongst the front, she didn't seem to know where she stood against the sea of other players. That was good, on the surface. "If you had to ask me, having a blank slate for a reputation is better than being known for something. Especially if it was something negative in kind." Her eyes then drifted to her construct, still contemplating on Koga's words. The markets were fine. "You'd be surprised, if you did your research. Players have house attendants all the time. It wouldn't

"I don't know why your house was flooding but you're lucky Frazberry is in a good mood or else you would be mopping for hours." To be honest, Koga might've only been mopping for minutes. But NIGHT didn't say that, looking over the slime-with-a-name. "Yo Fraz, can't you do something about yourself. You are apparently upsetting people." Only frustration to the familiar. What? What kind of an owner was this other woman? What happened to taking care of the things you owned? Likewise, it was almost as though the player had shared the slime's concern after the sight. So NIGHT looked

and if she'd stopped, it was to hold the rush of adrenaline, hold fire on instincts. hold, hold, hold. time was likely thinking against her, despite her patience, although night had to wonder if either by the lantern had managed to even see her. if luck was on her side, between the panic-induced rage of the assassin and the haze of wishful thinking from melody herself, she might've been able to wander in uncaught. of course, that was a risk she wasn't so willing to take, especially with lives on the line. but a single good strike was all she needed; a good strike, and a blade as her

Climbing onto the wagon was of no issue. As the village folk bustled about to get the rest of their travelling provisions in order, a simple clatter of horse steps across cobblestone marked as the start of their travels. And despite the clouds that started to grow thicker in the dark overhead, the light breeze from their travel onwards spoke nothing of impending showers just yet. NIGHT might've had her sights on the path they were taking out of Dagan, but her mind was solely on conversation, the woman sat with with her elbow on her knee. So she didn't catch DAY's look of pleasant surprise

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