Bistro

"i did," said bistro, as pollux greeted her on her approach. bistro rounded the seat reserved for herself and sat down at the table, eyeing night as she set her stuff down. "i think she's just shy. i invited her to the guild. pretty sure she'll fit in fine if this is the sort of thing she gets up to voluntarily." at bistro's stare, night seemed to freeze up from a distance, squinting at the gossiping parties, before wandering over, hand running through her hair. "plus, it seems like she already knew oscar, the way she was placed in front of me earlier. and star. talk about making co

they walked. oscar left them to declare the party started and give everyone the big welcome, but the pair had wandered into the chaos near the tail end of his speech. there were a lot more players than she had expected to be there so soon, and here they were, both fashionably late. for cool people, this would obviously mean they joined right on time. night turned to bistro with a questioning look. "you didn't tell me it was going to be for leisure." bistro shrugged. "no, i remember just telling you to show up. and you did." "it's the twenty-fourth," night clarified. "i thought i

bistro's first instinct was to look up. she'd been past the teleporter, noticing how everyone else had been super excited to gather at the party -- which meant she was likely the only one on the stroll. no matter. she was completely content with enjoying their company once she'd met them at their decided table. but what she hadn't expected was a familiar squeal from the skies above. oscar skid to a halt beside her, dustless this time, a fact that only one player amongst them would realize. "oh, nice timing," said bistro under her breath, geared towards their host than otherwise. "and

[stats go here.] she wasn't going to be able to get out of this one, was she? bistro huffed, her lips pulled into a curl, tapping on her interface just as oscar's message pulled in. bistro: it's too late. bistro: i already made plans to tan. :) and, copying a pre-written message from somewhere in her inbox, she sent out the invitation to the rest of the trackers alliance. bistro: he's ready kids. :) tell your friends! f24. just chase his airship in the sky and you'll see the spread in no time. bistro: [attachment: co-ordinates - f24.] bistro: i'm still getting ready

thread summary. BISTRO + 1244 xp | (622 * 2) + 120 col + 1 Mon DEMIAN + 1866 xp | (622 * 3) + 120 col + 1 Mon

bistro figured the best time to ask questions was when one was out of danger. that’s how brokers often did it, and that’s how her clients, from demian to grimm, had compiled their findings to her in the past. no sense in breaking away from procedures, now. so when demian had performed some sort of magic and told her to run, she decided to keep her mouth shut to do so, keeping pace with wherever he had dragged her away to, even if she couldn’t see his traces in her sights. (although, bistro had to object, because magic didn’t exist for players in aincrad, not really… and she knew night wo

to: demian demian: what are you doing here demian: get off this floor right now bistro stepped off the teleporter to confirm that there was a lack of a safe zone. strangely enough, there was a grave absence of life around her too — whether it be buildings, npcs, or even monsters. so she took it upon herself to reply to demian, in the false safety of the teleporter, knowing that she could flee to a different floor had there been an ambush. bistro: it’s too late. i’m already here but she knew he’d read this sooner with the dash across the fields before her, a bright light

<<event.>> DAY OF FLOOR TWENTY NINE FLOOR BOSS FIGHT, TEN SECONDS BEFORE FLOOR BOSS COMBAT WAS INITIATED. to: night night: its real bistro: sorry? i wasn’t under the impression that it wasn’t. bistro hadn’t been on the twenty-ninth just yet. she had, however, followed up on the current events as per a woman of her disposition. gathered reports from players who visited. traded information with brokers. sold more than just night’s contact information to hackman for the scoop (what night doesn’t know won’t kill her). so by fa

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they got to the front of the line in no time. night had swung her head sideways hunched over, letting out a gasp of frustration that encroached upon a snarl. "now," she started, "why would you even decide to lie about the waiting time?" bistro submitted her items. she watched as night did too. and she gave the player a grin, watching the petals be received by the attendant. "because i thought it would be funny." "really now?" and night threw her head back. "because, if it really was that funny, i hadn't seen you laughing about it, either. did your little joke pay off?" bist

bistro: claiming! -> 100 flower petals from night.

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BIS: trade co-ordinates? BIS: i'll show you mine if you show me yours BIS: jk. lol appending their position to the group chat was a quick and easy move. and siren seemed to be struggling with the game, so bistro decided she'd spend the time waiting for star's response in return to try and help her sort out the rules. it was a simple board game, really -- maybe her guild mate was thinking too hard about how to win it? "well," and bistro shrugged, "when you're ready, we can head over to where they're at. i don't know what this 'pallankali' thing is, but i presume kali's an expert o

bistro: surprise :)

another entry into ronbaru's file. she left the details to her singular lackey to fill in, but looked over the group chat in earnest as she waited for the responses, all acknowledgements, from the contacts she believed needed to attend. the number of replies didn't matter; bistro just needed her eyes to settle on something else other than the present to keep her mind off things. in one hand, she had a white mug filled with coffee, taken straight from the cintamani. and, across the table from herself, an associate was present too. a momentary stop by way of invite from the stall keeper, us