NIGHT

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| NIGHT | Lv. 144 >> P. 112, Lv. 32 | Status: // Notes: //

| info | NIGHT PROFESSIONS | Artisan, Gatherer | ♦ 2/5 RECORDS Thread History DAY | 'oh, you mean a | professional | troublemaker?' | - NIGHT | HISTORY CONTACTS FAMILIAR

[24/11/20] It wasn't the customer that brought her to her feet quickly. No, it was that block he held in his hand, and immediately NIGHT had the gall to remember the patron's name -- finally -- for such a grand exchange and offer. "Done. No extra compensation needed." Her strides were fast. Her leap over the counter was hasty, and the forging process went at lightspeed -- all for the sake of a crystal in a video game. The jewelry piece was set upon a silk cloth right as it was presented to Valentine, and the artisan swooped up her payment, eying its insides with a vivid look.

[17/11/20] Another day meant another order that was in. Another customer to be served. It was relaxing to take a moment's break away from the ongoings of Aincrad and solely focus on getting a craft done once in a while. The patience and effort that went into etching out the sculpture from a mold brought nothing short of flow for the woman; by the time she was done, only a few minutes had passed. Was it Cardinal's time dilation at work again? Perhaps. Or it was the enhancements it placed upon players during their crafting sessions to inherently speed up their work. With the item box

| one attachment (receipt.txt) NIGHT: you go pick it up DAY: ? DAY: Aren't you making the rounds yourself? NIGHT: no What lies. o o o Her violet eyes scanned the receipt once more, before NIGHT raised her sights towards the storefront. This seemed to be the right address, but the interior was a lot more posh than she'd originally expected. The woman couldn't help but wonder if the player had been intimidated by the calling at first sight-- or perhaps, she really had been lazing about as to her nature of late. It was with a stowed grumble that she pushed open the

--So it made sense her next stop was to her companion's hideaway, just so she could remove the bulk of the equipment from her stock. "Crow," NIGHT called as she had entered his shop. Where was the man, anyway? For a moment, the player wondered if he'd been resting behind the counter, against a tatami mat or something of the like. Perhaps this was where he'd gotten accustomed to his lodging style back at Yuki's. "I hope you're ready to collect." A swipe and a few more taps. The shimmering of weapons laid across the floor, stood upright and leaning against the sides of the room were en

Perfection. A slew of items that NIGHT could only hope Crozeph would be delighted with, especially for that copy of her jacket he'd found the other day. Not that she particularly knew what to do with the thing, but the player was up for taking any signs from Cardinal about its repetition in items where she could. The player gathered the newfound toys and nodded to the merchant with a faint grin. As wonderful conversation would be, knowing there was another that Andromeda would be kept busy with, she didn't want to interrupt their conversation even for a minute. The essence of time wa