Bistro

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IMUGI'S INSPIRATION (83) LIQUOR OF LIGHT (132) Crafted by: Alchemist | Rank 10 | +CD Tool imugi's inspiration | TIERLESS PERFECT CRYSTAL | MASS HEALING glass orb filled with glittering, illuminated liquid. break to heal allies. [21/12/22] | +25 [22/12/22] | +29 [31/12/22] | +29 | total: 83 Liquor of Light | TIER 1 PERFECT POTION | DAMAGE III flows like water. tastes like sunlight. rolls off the tongue like fog on a drowsy morning. [23/12/22] | +25 [24/12/22] | +23 [26/12/22] | +18 [27/12/22] | +15 [28/12/22] | +28 [30/12/22] | +23 | total: 132

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thread summary. [total] + 2600xp | (1050 * 2 * 1) + 500 + 400col + dionysus' decanter | +1 cd to crafting blease,,,,

She would never recall how the outskirts of Aincrad looked. All she knew was that it was a castle in the sky, and she believed the myths, because she felt it instead, wind across her face. She did remember how Floor 1 looked from up high, however. The moment they left Olympia, Bistro’s cursor had changed to a shocking orange, which earned commentary from the duo once they noticed something was off. A simple reason for the infraction was found once she opened her inventory. “Oh. Miru, they think I stole their book.” He chuckled, hovering in the air. “Well, that’s too bad for the

The two shared a laugh amongst themselves, before they both caught wind of a yell from below. Directly above the place they both met – Dionysus’ temple – the god himself too was floating closer to the ground, goblet raised, hollering for their attention. “You two?! You’re still here?! Get down here, right now!” Bistro and Miru exchanged a look, before the dragon flew them both to the temple’s roof. Bistro hopped off her friend, and they both peered over the edge, curious. “Whatever it is you want to say to one of us,” Miru shot back, proud but still wary, “you can say it to both

“Bistro?!” Miru had been slow on the uptake – but give him credit, for in a frenzied rain, who wouldn’t have been distracted by their life’s own purpose? The player, falling faster than her snake, barely had the breath to respond, but Miru didn’t need one. He lunged out, weaving between orbs continued to be shot his way, and dove further – further – towards his friend. “Hold on! I’ve got you!” A flash of light – another orb broken? Blinded her for a quick moment. The air about her warmed up, and the feeling of liquid running down her legs. Bistro cursed her invention in a breath

It was under the cover of night that she was then released from her hold. Earlier in the day, one of the satyrs had taken her to the pegasi stables, under suspicion that she hadn’t ridden such a creature before (they were right). And, though uncomfortable, Bistro reasoned that the flying lessons were but a simple compromise in exchange for her friend’s life. Neither was she able to catch sight of the imugi. She couldn’t have asked to seen Miru – surely, that would hint to the rest of the cast that they perhaps had a bond stronger than a hunter and their prey. All she could hope for when s

“So what is it you were trying to make, human?” The tone in his voice changed slightly, the vindication behind the word ‘human’ less grating, and more a matter of address. Bistro nodded, and pulled out the star she was trying to craft from earlier. “Fireworks are supposed to be bright. Contrary to popular belief, the Nian isn’t afraid of loud noises. It’s intimidated by light.” A bold lie. Yet One of the scribes by the corner of the court groaned, issuing orders to some nearby gorgons for changes to be made in one of the books in the library. Bistro fought to grin at the sight. “So

“Order! Order in the court!” Between then and now, Bistro had been ushered along by the goddess’ stead, which was in contrast to her friend being held between his thumb and index. A satyr had been holding her hostage with a pointed tip of his weapon to her back. Professional guy, too, given that had he been present at the meal from earlier when Bistro was addressing Dionysus’ guard, he had not commented on her nuisances for the isle. At the very least, she was satisfied with being allowed to store the objects in her hand into her inventory. They were led across the courtyard, and int

Bistro was not of the divine. All she was is a player, and making a celestial body was more than a tall task. It spoke of the impossible. Yet, determined to try, the duo found themselves an unused atelier at a corner of Olympia. In opposition to some utility storage, they gathered behind a counter, Bistro fumbling with the components in her hands. The room they were in was drenched in yellowed lighting, coming off a crystal-layered chandelier. The equipment for artisan use were gilded, metal and gold, and what furniture that wasn’t laid with plush cushions was instead sculpted from stone

The heart of the library was dim, with only light filtered at a low intensity illuminating sections of the room. A quiet, deafening silence hung in the air, just as the two entered, finding the different aisles and seating arrangements void of mythos inhabitants. It was apparent that it was still time for lunch. Miru took his time to gleefully explore the library, slithering away like an uninhibited child. This left time for Bistro to look at the shelves alone, her eyes following the signage on the wooden shelves, of dark timber, the wood smoothed and pristine. She just needed a sim

A bit of sneaking around the premises. Bistro was wary of the guard's warning earlier, so her silent steps were precautionary. They’d found a district where most mythical beings were commonly staffed around, a small hovel of a town, holding most resources that the gods had deemed worthy enough for storage. While most of the buildings were empty save for a few personnel working the lunch shift, she’d managed to explore some of the structures’ interiors, the woman spending her time discerning each facility’s use. None of them were the library -- of course, the thing one looks for is always

“Oh! I’ll come with!” The python bobbed his head up and down in excitement, tongue cheekily sticking out between his lips. His friend grinned in return, mirroring his enthusiasm, before it fell away at the woman’s sudden realization. “Wait. You’ll risk getting caught again.” A childish whine from the serpent, as the pink retracted back into his mouth. “But I really wanna tag along! It’s no fun waiting around here for you...” Miru pulled a face, what could best be described as a sulk to the player, doing a wiggle of distress to appeal to Bistro. She chuckled, turning around to

Bistro ruffled her hair, sliding her fingers between the locks behind her head. A groan, the crafter racking her brain further, expediting her solutions to the forefront. Out of the blue, it came to her, like an inspiration of gold that had dropped from beyond. “Miru, have you ever seen a star up close?” The imugi stopped, raising his head in curiosity. “Um, no, actually...” “Have-- have you ever caught anything from the sky?” A head tilt in response. “I caught a few birds a few times. They were swan diving, so I leapt from the trees to catch them. Does that count?” I think

All she brought back to her serpent friend was bad news. Tragic, even. If you were Miru, however, it was cataclysmic. “What?! So I was wrong all along?!” “Seems about right...” Behind the temple, their once marbled environment had changed to a deserted cliff-side, the only modicum of structure left being the hedge the two stowed themselves behind. Bistro had her hands in her pockets, watching the snake upset, the creature wriggling and writhing on the floor while uttering a handful of pitiful whines. Devastated was her best guess, the player unable to read her friend’s expressio

It took her almost no time at all to find the guardians’ mess hall. In a large white hellenistic structure near the back of the wheat fields, the station’s interior was poured over in white and gold accents. Mythological attendants were seated at their respective tables, speaking to each other fervently about gossip around the courts. Too noisy, too specific, and most importantly too superficial to make use of; it behooved Bistro to ignore their words, focusing on scanning the crowd for any signs of the satyrs she’d come to speak to. Over there, by the corner at the front on their lawn? P

Miru turned to the doors behind him, before looking back at Bistro. “You’re not planning on going back in, are you?” The player shook her head. “You know how mad he was earlier.” “Unfortunately, I do...” The two sighed, mourning their loss of connection to the source of the information. “You know,” the imugi continued, tail waving anxiously about. “I might also be wanted by the guards, if you’re planning to look for them...” Oh, the guards. Bistro raised her head, before scanning the courtyard behind her. The satyrs were generally missing from their posts at the momen