NIGHT

"To start, keep in mind what Hidden had said during the meeting. It's essentially the heavily abridged version." That put NIGHT to no ease. Hidden was a person with her own flaws and faults-- "Remembering that we're up against a computer instead of creature's with real feelings is important." -- she never got the chance to realize that was one of them, either. Her gaze darted as Hirru took a beat before continuing. The recount seemed reasonable, a rest before the fight, but items gifted to the raid as a hint of what was to come. Surely it sounded like elements that they sho

Coral was but a short walk from the edge of the lake. She took her associate's hand in her own, stepping out of the vessel first. Day seemed to be fading fast, and though the sunset was a sight for sore eyes, so too did it melt the world in harsh colours of black and orange-red. "Careful on your way back," she muttered to her escort. The distance between them was close, too close for NIGHT's comfort, but away from prying eyes and the look of gods she was much more aware of her position as a warrior than a civilian. The grip on her companion's palm was tight. A smile neither of them c

And if she'd stiffened after receiving the missive, stare towards the dojo they'd just left from -- "Tch..." A dim look of confusion watched her hands graze the keyboard with some furious intensity. NIGHT: oh NIGHT: i'd just left NIGHT: lmao NIGHT: still mind if we head somewhere else? NIGHT: i'll cover for your crystal "Something wrong--" "No," NIGHT breathed, fingers tapping on air as her eyes remained on the message, trying to decide on an adequate meeting point. The first was the worst for this sort of discussion. The eleventh was nice, but she wasn't too c

She'd heard the meeting dismissal. Nothing else aside from it, the person she was looking for seeming to have sent her a missive out the blue. Still on calm waters was she being ferried out of the 23rd, gaze towards the horizon, that mix of red and yellow overpowering the blues. NIGHT looked back to the message, before her sights rested again on the sky. "What is it?" Silence, still. She'd let her eyes flick towards a different estate in the distance had she the care. Instead, she took it as her cue to send off her reply after a few beats, humming softly to herself, gauging thei

whispers in a corner. to no one was the player made visible. it was only at the issuement of a party invite that her position would be announced. huddled, executioner drawn, wrapped against her form night sat on the floor unperturbed. the interface was laid out ahead of her, missives from her informants, fleur knowing not to bother her when the hour was nigh. bistro knew better the seconds before her client's potential demise. bistro: so you can get your scout over here? to help? bistro: you still haven't told me their name. how am i supposed to know who to make contact with afterwards?

no fluff for you. thread closing. additionally, post minimum to acquire XP per page from this thread has been reduced to 2. everyone wrote a lot individually, didn't wanna leave anyone out in the lurch. Thread Closing [Total] EXP | multiplier base: 1.15 | 1 + 0.15 COL | multiplier base: 1.3 | 1 + 0.3 MAT | multiplier base: 1.5 | 1 + 0.5 ARIEL | t9 +16146XP | 3120 * 9 * 0.5 * 1.15 +3668col | ((XP*0.15) + 400) * 1.3 +62 seeds HIRRU | t7 +25116XP | 3120 * 7 * 1 * 1.15 +4897col | (XP*0.15) * 1.3 +62 seeds NIGHT | t10 +39000XP

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