NIGHT

Blue eyes widened at the utensils pointed her way -- and beside her, lilac ones narrowed, NIGHT's frown apparent. Her doppelganger, on a rank higher than her? No, this was going to-- DAY's unamused expression switched quickly to a smile, rivalling a beam on a spring afternoon. Elbow on the table, chin to the edge of her palm, she turned to her other without hesitation, and NIGHT felt the pride of Cardinal consume the entire room. Bouncy, the Gemini was, chopsticks in her other hand dipping into the half-eaten meal absent-mindedly. "Mmm, you heard that, didn't you~? At least someone here r

Insane. It wasn't as though she cared for the familiar; rather, it brought her a hint of relief that this other player had understood the intent behind her words. When the player got distracted almost immediately by Koga's appearance and revealed her stubbornness for the issue, NIGHT had almost wanted to wring her friend by the neck. Mind you, in the most friendliest of manners, regarding talking to someone with, somehow, the aptitude of a child. (Fair enough. It wasn't as though teenagers trapped in the game could grow up with their parents tutelage... though she expected better fro

Fireworks almighty. Had Gabrandr's flares been dyed a mighty red rather than a cool, disillusioned blue, perhaps NIGHT would've believed this was the coming of a new year. But now that the heat was dying down, even she could tell the fighter within that suit of armor was slowing to a halt. No straightened spine could fool her in its movements; no, despite the dwindling health bar still barely ducking under the half-way point. What else was to come, exactly? And, for what it was worth, the fact that everyone came in with their monologues prepared, words abound; the player snorted, knowing

"You're kidding me," NIGHT replied, once she'd set her dinner down on the table, finding herself sliding into her own seat. "Give the refrigerator some credit. It actually makes the items you put into it cold which, most likely, is an upgrade from lukewarm apple juice." DAY took the seat beside her original, and had she been slower on the intake of food, it would be due to a small prayer uttered under her breath. A notably Japanese characteristic of Cardinal, the player noted, turning back to her dish in earnest. One first bite into a slice of unagi. The work was worth it, and all a

i think i'm older than you, actually.

If anything, she was glad to see the newcomer loosen up after a familiar face was spotted. And she might've given their associate a greeting too, had her attention not been stolen away by the outburst further back of the room. What. It had only been less than a couple of minutes. Were players already getting into a fight of their own? She sighed, and pushed herself to move. "If you'll excuse me," NIGHT mentioned to the two. Her serving plate was placed on the table before she looked over the commotion. An erasure of the desserts -- not that NIGHT herself had set down any -- but still

The player nodded to Koga's declaration. Would it be that they could be satisfied living in their prison paradise, too. However, she knew the conditions she'd left behind when she'd picked up the sword. NIGHT wasn't liken to return to it, and could only wish her friends well since the last she'd seen them. "Hear hear." "Oh, pour me a glass too!" "...Then again," NIGHT wondered aloud, looking over to the bottle in Koga's hands, "why're you keeping your apple juice in a cabinet? We usually keep it in the fridge..." Progress on the meal was going smoothly, once the vege

She hadn't expected to actually catch another player at the door, whilst she had it loosely open. The sudden appearance of that stranger shocked her back into formalities, the woman grabbing the wooden edge with her hand. "Oh. No worries, you're not. Welcome in." And from that player's visage, NIGHT did look out towards the sea of unfamiliar faces in Koga's home. Internally, she could only chide him for the gall of inviting strangers. How could he have the social capacity to meet and greet every single one of them? An extrovert, she herself was not. When the newcomer had shifted into

"Hmm?" Gone was all the smugness from the entity's face, as she stopped work to turn to Koga. "If this wasn't the real NIGHT, I wouldn't be standing right here, now would I?" "Hey...!" From the side, the player gave her the evil eye and a grunt. "Don't talk as though we're attached to the hip." "Oh? Are we not?" Another growl. "You're embarassing." As usual, tasks between the two were divided. On contrary to what the woman had mentioned before, each action appeared to be methodical, traditional; DAY was working the ingredients with proficient knife skills, whilst NIGHT

"No way. 'Can't make some of them on my own' my ass." Even with her lack of knowledge in cooking, NIGHT could still remember her feelings that stemmed from watching cooking videos in ages long past. "Rare ingredients in real life being so out of reach, I'd get. Home-made assemblies can only also stay preserved for so long. But cooking in Aincrad only takes several buttons. Less effort, no expiration dates..." She'd tutted, strolling over towards Koga's front yard, the outline of his house coming into plain view. "Had you seen Lonzo's performance, before? Simple dishes made in seconds, i

Thread Closing [Total] NIGHT | t10 +19305xp | 1755 * 10 * 1.1 +3095col | (xp * 15) + 200 Hirru | t8 +14040xp | 1755 * 8 * 1 +2306col | (xp * 15) + 200

NIGHT shook her head at Hirru's response. Multiple people at once? They'd just had the raid meeting; she wouldn't want to host another, smaller one. Neither did she feel herself fit for that position, nor did she want to pick a player as their target for the hour of war. A straightened back from being hunched over, and she folded her arms. "If I'd mentioned Hidden, it was because she made herself involved upon your situation, when you announced it. I might speak to her another time." What light from the torch and their surrounding lights pulsed for a moment, when the player murmured, eyes

She'd near balked at the thought of passing out yet again in Aincrad. No -- long gone were the days of having not-enough and rationing out her col. NIGHT hadn't figured her friend had fallen on hard times, either, but her surprise did stem from that similar concern. "He's not pulling his weight on money...?" The squint of her eyes and a little 'tch' were enough to have her follower companion cock her head to the side. NIGHT paused for a moment, teeth on the nail of her thumb, before starting down the path to the teleporter. "I'll just have to beat some sense into him, then. If

"Just a rice bowl with Unagi," NIGHT elaborated, idle, watching the fur on Okami's cheeks get ruffled. "Nothing much. Wait... musubi?" If she recalled correctly, that was simply just spam on some rice, right? That was all Koga was having for dinner? Her stern image seized up to one of concern, before the woman shook her head, looking to the store owner with her mind finally made up. "Give me the carrots, cabbages, radish and beetroot. Please." Her look back to Koga was more telling, once her transaction through menus had been completed. "Overruled. You're not having musubi for dinner, bec

Oh, Koga. To host a party catering to so many different players of Aincrad, simply with a poster announcement on a bulletin somewhere. With cooking skills and speed as they were? Yukiro may have been missing, sure, but a gaggle of strangers could've matched his appetite, even more. NIGHT shook her head as she closed in on his estate's location, hands tucked into her tracksuit's pockets. No -- no celebration suits and no extra company today. Knowing the state of Koga's abode, it would've been barely enough to fit the gathering that was growing outside his front door. And if any o

Mind you, it wasn't attention to her accompanying individual that drew NIGHT's attention away from the display cases. Rather, the voice it belonged to alerted her of some familiar presence, and the twitch of horror once her eyes settled upon Koga's figure only exacerbated her renewed focus on the present. Sorry -- did one of her closest companions, in all that was holy -- fail to recognize her, the actual friend, person, player before her companion was picked from the crowd? How'd that even happen? And said player had failed to erase the distinguished look of disgust from her face in time

Stone bowls? Check. Premium short-grain rice? Check. Unagi? Check. Salmon Roe? Check. The base ingredients were covered. So why was the last part -- choosing the complimentary vegetables -- the hardest out of the entire routine? It was with a low and long sigh that NIGHT found herself toying with her locks again, fingers running down a single, isolated strand out of her combed, straight hair. And half of the time, between staring at the stock provided by the stalls at the player markets, she would glance over to her android companion, as though the artificial intelligence ha