NIGHT

in the heart of the activity, she could finally discern what was going on. and, lucky for her, they'd split off after a while. but the core of the crowd had still remained, even if the participants had shifted away a slight bit. if anything, the group that had caught her attention -- and, likely everyone else's? was the one with star in it. an was there too, with someone she looked close with, but night couldn't place a name to that face. (? whoever it was, she was very pretty, though.) and there was another familiar face, whom night was certain was the groom of that one wedding they atte

she had expected an to have packed up and ran off by now. but, at the end of it all, an was still standing by night's side, holding their conversation. entirely unlike what she'd expected — judgement and disdain, right from the get-go. well, that made any piece of consolation or advice was worth listening to, right? so night listened intently, eyes to the ground ahead of an. her hands overlapped, thumb running over the back of the other. an bore her feelings, her heart out, even if piecing together her sentence in front of an embodied convict was just as scary as actually dating. complic

event? what event? she hadn't heard anything of the sort. in fact, night was simply taking a regular walk on the beach. it was like any other day on the twenty-fourth, she'd presumed, one where not many players were about, and there was nothing that necessarily needed her attention. she'd watched her counterpart's gaze drift out towards the coast on their walk, and her own had followed through, even for a short while. then her eyes were back on the coast and immediately she noticed that something was awry on their peaceful, merry day. "um." they stopped walking. night tappe

hadn't even noticed half of the group getting twisted up in white chains. night knew that if she'd taken her eyes off the monster for a single second, she would've lost sight of it, and then she'd have to play the game of 'does it still exist? well i can't see it so surely not, right?' even though she knew it was still alive and kicking. what time she did spare was on making sure she wouldn't trip on the webs thrown at their feet, so she continued her rush down, lunging only at the boss with a leap once she was certain her environment was clear, striking directly at its torso, the only place o

'go all out' was a viable strategy. night could work with that. she lagged behind the group on purpose. mostly about the fact that the twenty-fifth itself was full of creepy crawlies that night wasn't keen on encountering... even if their next mark was going to be one of them. her blade had been at the ready within the time mac cut through the air and sailed down onto the arachnid, and her steps themselves had been full of hesitation, between kat diving in afterwards, and the fact that there was a giant spider ahead to contend with. maybe she shouldn't have attended after all. with a

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night: done

r10 artisan | x12 daily crafting attempts | cd tool routesworn. | TIERLESS JEWELRY | LD III [desc.]: a plain leather bracelet with an emblem encased in metal. [ids.]: 234877, 234887 graces. | TIERLESS JEWELRY | QTY II, PROSP I [desc.]: a plain silver ring. [ids.]: 234889, 234890 elden ring. | TIER 1 JEWELRY | LD III [desc.]: a ring crafted out of woven malleable branches from a tree on the ninth. [ids.]: 234892, 234990-1 seashell pendant. | TIER 1 JEWELRY | PROSP III [desc.]: a seashell tied and strung up upon leather. [ids.]: 234990-2, 234990-3 solitud

| NIGHT | Lv. 150 >> P. 117, Lv. 33 | Status: // Notes: Beef Stew (2) | OVERHEALTH III | -> Feast. nyanko had protested. "why's he so upset about crabs now?" night wondered aloud, watching the kitten trying to struggle free from her housemate's grasp as they both looked over the message that was recently received. "i dunno. maybe he's hungry?" nyanko cried angrily again. "okay." and the player sighed. she hadn't intended to do much today other than look over paperwork for the multitude of excursio

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re-approved bc my brain small

@Acanthus night: ready for pickup

r10 artisan | x12 daily crafting attempts | cd tool worthless ring. | [#222468-2] | TIERLESS TRINKET | LD III, QTY I [desc.]: a cheap, pewter ring that reflects the heart of its designer. its only value is what it provides the user. [notes.]: +1 demonic shard. empty avarice. | [#222468-3] | TIERLESS TRINKET | PROSP III, QTY I [desc.]: a fragment of a broken teleportation crystal affixed to a simple hemp necklace. for the person who has everything they need, and nothing they want. [notes.]: +1 demonic shard. wolf pendant. | [#224269] | TIER 1 JEWELRY | ACC III [desc.]:

she did the math, and found it unsavoury. so whilst this haunted hall had seemed as though it wasn't meant to be visited in the first place, night had to elevate her frequents to it as near necessary, especially with her most recent escapades asking much of what she could do pushed to their limits. there were a slew of updates, too, that bistro had access to its details of. night hadn't figured out how or why just yet. night had barely even been briefed about the subtle ongoings from cardinal. she simply decided that discussions such as those could be sought out at a later date, when they

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obtaining 2 scales to go into debt for

night: d

item fusion. fleeting words. | [#220699] | TIERLESS TRINKET | EVA | QUALITY | HOLY BLESSING [desc.]: a weightless spread of large white feathers cast in plaster and set upon a lapel pin. halo. | [#220701] | TIERLESS TRINKET | EVA | QUALITY | HOLY BLESSING [desc.]: a golden disc with a warm ambient light that never goes out. -> [+1 demonic shard, +2 gleaming scales.] fleeting words. | [#234410] | TIERLESS TRINKET | EVA II | HOLY BLESSING II [desc.]: a weightless spread of large white feathers cast in plaster and set upon a lapel pin.

night: i was jz there night is typing... night: omw

night walked in, incredibly uncertain about the items she'd had on hand. it seemed as though it had been forever that an odd stash of items had found its way into her inventory, sorted right beside the pile of items she did remember collecting. and there was something about the way bistro often negged her about handing over her collected goods to iris, even though she was certain they were hemorrhaging funds. because, y'know. if they weren't, maybe she wouldn't have to be out and about doing so many things all the time. so night slung the bag of items onto the table, gave iris a wav

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custom skill. | ticket #40 ► Starcross Cost: 10 SP Active: Free Action (Skill) EN Cost: 5 EN Cooldown: Special Requirements: Concentration (Obtained), Meditation (Obtained) Effect: On a successful hit, the user may apply the effects of a TECH sword art that they have unlocked to their attack. Alternatively, it can provide a small +2 EN for 3 turns recovery effect (Cooldown: 3 turns). This effect cannot stack with Hyperactive. Each effect the user has access to has its own cooldown that is tracked individually (Cooldown: 5 turns) Effects from this ski

yeah, okay. night figured she would've landed the hit against the dragon. its health was so low that it practically begged for death at this point so they could all go home (she projected). but it clearly wasn't desperate enough to be vanquished, or night herself was simply too frustrated over the entire ordeal of having to cull a dragon in the middle of a labyrinth that was largely hostile, filled with insects and generally inhospitable, while also having this be of scheduled importance. she'd blinded herself on the swing, whiffed her attack, and then rolled and tumbled as though her sword ha