NIGHT

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Truthfully speaking, she hadn't expected anything noteworthy to have come from the sticker, knowing her own luck. The worst case to her spelled a Fallen or a Holy enhancement, neither of them properly belonging on Jack's Executioner themselves. But when NIGHT's eyes rested on the result... [Blight] ... her world stopped for a moment. It was almost as though all the pieces were aligned. "--Your favourite?" In the sleepy morning light, NIGHT's eyes appeared to have glinted, widened in interest; though, she'd passed over An's creeping questions about her plan for the weapon out of

"Morning...!" Aside from the semi-regular delivery of potion cartons NIGHT had set on the shop floor, this visit spelled for something different. The player had laid her soul bound blade upon Andromeda's counter, holding a bated breath in as she navigated through her inventory. A cartoonish pumpkin sticker, bolded and edged white, alongside three slips of green and white tickets, etched with promises of fortune. When they were summoned, each of these items once locked away in her inventory appeared to be as pristine as they day she'd gotten them. "I'd like to try my luck today." The

Approved.

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NIGHT let herself into the shop, door opening haphazardly. She hadn't exerted enough force upon Cintamani's front door to slam it against the wall, but the bell chime did jingle violently, and her entrance was surprising enough to shock Bistro into spilling a test tube's contents. The newcomer continued, striding over to where the Dragon Breaths were displayed. "This is mine now." One gloved hand wrapped around a vial of seemingly nothing, and she pulled it off the shelves, uncorking it and downing it immediately. "NIGHT," came Bistro's stern objection. "You didn't even pay for it

[30/5/20] The message came out of nowhere. Honestly, NIGHT had even forgotten about coming into contact with such a player in the first place, and it'd taken her a good 5 minutes or so to recall who Ariel was. In that time, she'd busied herself with preparing for the proposed crafts, only to realize after further reading into the mail, that no details had been provided with regards to her order. Hmm. This was... odd. Dealer's choice, then? Very well, NIGHT would do her best to live up to expectations. With a flip through her notebook, she'd eyed a couple of designs, wondering w

Item Name: Mark of a Rook Profession: Artisan Rank: 9 Roll ID: 151567 Roll Result: 12+1 Item Type: Sculpture Tier: 1 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: Ambition Description: A sculpture of a Raven with its wings spread wide and blood-red eyes. A reminder of how some ravens are scavengers and some messengers. Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/18303-f01-r9-artisan-the-evening-star-open/?do=findComment&comment=610055

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Item Name: Strange Sigil Profession: Artisan Rank: 9 Roll ID: 151365 Roll Result: 11+1 Item Type: Trinket Tier: 1 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: Accuracy III Description: [ref] A simple copper charm with a strange symbol etched into it. For those who know what it is, it is the sigil of a real life assassin who'd been becoming a little popular as of late. Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/18303-f01-r9-artisan-the-evening-star-open/?do=findComment&comment=609847

[27/5/20] Ma'am? Some kid this was, but at least they were trying to be polite as much as they were eager. Her gaze had bored into the player's orange crystal more so than his face. A young child, marked for truancy? NIGHT could only hope the boy hadn't actually slain anyone just yet. She reviewed the form with curiosity, questions forming at the symbol he'd proposed. A nod, hand taking her payment from the boy in a fluid motion. "Ten minutes tops," she reassured, turning around to pick up a few more ores from her material shelves for insurance on her crafts. The artisan vanis