NIGHT

This time, NIGHT swung around to Yuki's shop instead of heading straight on in. It was funny to the woman to ring the bell just to summon her friend, the look of surprise her chef wore when her visitor hadn't announced her arrival by message. "Placing an order today," she announced, sliding up a pouch of col resting atop two order sheets already waiting on the table. "Take your time with them; though, I'll want the ikayaki slices much sooner than the mochi." "-- While I'm here, actually. You mind if I get a serving of ramen? Planning outings really takes a toll out on you..." @Z

Their visit had rolled over to the next day, and the trip from the day before had reminded NIGHT of a stash of trinkets she'd misplaced somewhere in her home. She followed her friend in, a little braver this time, pacing towards the counter front and greeting Andromeda with a nod. Nothing, huh? Just as Yuki had proposed that idea of sharing col, NIGHT set the small parcel -- cardboard, this time -- onto the desk's surface before resting her elbow on its surface, listening in for a moment. "You can try and run these by your eyes, too," she added, lightly tapping her delivery. "Get in that

Total Cost: 12,500col Initial Application: [original post] | [1] + 7,500col Room(s) Being Sold: Attic (Storage) - 20,000col Room(s) Being Added: Attic (Bedroom), Basement Rooms all assigned to NIGHT. Payment sent to Banker.

[6/6/20] | #js

NIGHT: okay please tell me you all saw that omg Basuke: yes Bistro: I'm busy, but yes. Bistro: And my clients have been blowing my inbox up about the news, too. I've got free potions, if you're looking for them. Bistro: Just please don't message me any more. NIGHT: omg Bistro has left the group chat. Basuke: free? Basuke: ah hey Basuke: orz NIGHT: basuke i need to meet you NIGHT: where's good?

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.

[31/5/20] | #js

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