Demian

the creature had shuddered upon stumbling forward, registering its miss. and night wasn’t saying anything. rather, she quickly drew a sword the moment the — the thing — came rushing forward, and night swung her sword, and she hit it hard. just not enough to take it down. demian only registered this by the sounds occurring above his vision. there was this overwhelming feeling — unease, terror, a choking feeling that had him set a hand to the floor to hold himself up. all at once, it was as though his instincts were telling him to LEAVE. IMMEDIATELY. the eye he’d hid underneath h

he held his breath on the fifth. the presence was definitely tangible, now. that damned buzzing wouldn’t stop, and it was as though he could hear his heart beat loud in his ears. artificial. demian’s gaze first settled on the layout of the room before he saw the entity they’d been chasing — and the moment he’d saw it, it squeaked, backing up. it threw the makeshift barricades of the room into a mess. he held his head in a shot of pain; this time, it was more manageable than the last. night pointed past him. “it slipped through to the back!” so demian cleared the way gingerl

when he arrived at the clocktower’s doorstep, there was a bright blue puddle on the road by the front, the only saturated color against the dark and dull around them. a dry liquid in the same hue coated the wood of the door. that wasn’t for him to notice — his tell was the sounds of adjunct chaos coming up from above, the scampering sound accompanied by clicks and squeaks. nonetheless, he barged through, the door giving way to his shoulder. demian collapsed as that shriek came through again; this time, it was louder. they were on the right track then. he had a hand set to his t

closer to the docks, there was no one there. … no. there was definitely someone there, demian had thought. on their walk through the settlement, the village had seemed completely still. and yet, he’d imagined there was a louder shrill that sought to pierce his earbuds through the dampeners, now. something present that was watching their every move. just as night was about to take a turn towards what he believed would lead them closer to their objective, he stopped her. “do you hear that?” he had asked. “hear what?” so she didn’t. but he wasn’t certain he was wrong abou

he watched night listless, and then watched her fold herself back into her regular composure. at every turn, knowing it was an unspoken wish of their shared associate, he’d looked at night through her eyes. came to the same conclusions that she did, even if the results hadn’t changed his mind any. in every other version of this scenario occurring, he would’ve said this: “look,” he started again, shifting. “as difficult as it is to believe, we both have reasons why we don’t want this secret to be out in public. between the two of us, there is an information broker that we are both acq

ID242518 | ld2+5 = 7 | astragalus anathema is running. ID242517 | ld6+1 = 7 | demian caught him. he hated playing with these cards. night wouldn’t look at him in the face. “we’re going to have to operate with a level of trust here if we want to do this together,” he prefaced. “she didn’t tell me anything. just told me to be here for you in her stead.” his gaze swept the empty, the derelict, despondent afterlands, and he decided to feign insight. “she trusts me with her secret.” demian hesitated, wondering if he should’ve mentioned the player’s own. “i just connected the

ID242515 | ld4+1 | -> n/a. she turned to stare at him, his silhouette shadowed through the fog. for a moment, he pulled out something lodged in his ear — a flood of noise but poured forth and flooded his senses when he did. scrambling his capabilities for a response. he plugged it back in, knowing not what was the result of it, simply that he needed it. when he was ready, demian shambled forth like a ghost, a zombie, shooting night that half-lidded stare she was used to fronting, too. but that didn’t stop the player from grabbing the collar of his coat, thickened to ward against t

Demian | L30. | HP: 600/600 | EN: 93/93 | DMG: 19 | ACC: 4 | EVA: 3 | MIT: 81 | BH: 30 | LD: 1 | AA they often talked, and then went on their separate ways. the day callisto had been slain, it had been no different. it was only a matter of time to the constructs to realize when the new floor was open, and that would signal the 'retainer's' return home. in the meanwhile, they had been playing cards. 'cheat' was the multifaceted game they'd both agreed upon playing, for neither had a mechanical advantage over the other. that made every theoretically

demian was the one who found them first. "day," he regarded. and her player stilled in anger ahead of him, but demian wasn't really into paying attention to her. he gestured to the road behind him after day had turned to face him. "demian." "the attendant you're seeking is that way." a clenched fist, down on the table with a completed game of gyan chauper. it was a miracle the table hadn't shuddered as much as it should've, what with the apparent rage boiling behind night's eyes. what vitriol became apparent quickly in her words, however. "i'm right here, you know." de

demian: i'll just grab them on everyone's behalf. -> 100 flower petals from night.

Demian | L18. | HP: 360/360 | EN: 64/64 | DMG: 16 | ACC: 4 | EVA: 3 | MIT: 36 | LD: 3 | AA demian’s expression hadn’t changed. “i have my ways,” he said, simply, before gesturing to an npc that was trying to catch their attention. “why don’t you just try to enjoy yourself while i settle the responsibilities?” “this could hardly be considered a collaboration otherwise,” iris objected, approaching the stall keeper. she shot him a glance over her shoulder. “but, if you insist.” the man shrugged. “well, one of us has got to gather the intel, right?” his words went

demian: pick up.

Crafted by: Culinarian | Rank 10 | source. no descriptions. GRILLED SABA FEAST | [#236029] | TIER 4 MEAL FEAST | MITIGATION III ACAI SPREAD | [#236028] | TIERLESS MEAL FEAST | OVERHEALTH III YAKITON TRAY | [#236027] | TIERLESS MEAL FEAST | PROTEIN II [notes.]: omg. im existing. it's rare meal feast. i re-id'd the snack feasts on purpose for this. so sorry o+< HONEYED CREAM PUFFS PLATTER | [#236026] | TIERLESS SNACK FEAST | ACC II MINI ECLAIR PLATTER | [#236025] | TIERLESS SNACK FEAST | EVA II POT OF MISO SOUP | [#236023] | TIER 4 SNACK FEAST | PROBIOTICS

10/21/24

for all his time having waited around, he had been expecting the other green cursor to have moved on towards the venue, if they were headed the same way. but being approached had its own benefits... or issues. "a rabbit? no, i'm not a..." his head was cocked to the side as he examined the other player. he paused when his words faded away. if that was a jab at his own disguise — well, two could play at that game, demian figured. he wasn't frustrated, just taken aback. so he closed his eyes and dove into the universe. read in between the lines. then, he woke up. "ah." his he

BREAKFAST FRY (3) SKEWER ROLL (26) YAKI HATAHATA (7) Crafted by: Culinarian | Rank 10 breakfast fry. | TIERLESS MEAL | PROTEIN II easy-over eggs. grilled bacon. greasy. tasteless. [06/10/24] | +3 skewer roll. | TIERLESS MEAL | PROTEIN II grilled meats. custom orders. tin foil. tasteless. [06/10/24] | +26 yaki hatahata. | TIER 1 MEAL | MITIGATION III grilled fish. skewed through. salted. tasteless. [06/10/24] | +7

10/06/24 my fry

[to format later. this is a rumor thread and i forgot how to set it up. but for now have this] here's how it goes. the third floor is of the home to fae. demian knows of half of entities on this floor are to be of suspect to the cause he was to pursue. suspect, to his nature, because they are very much alike in nature. deceptive. and they often hated outsiders. so as a man who often kept to himself, if he had to think like one of them to find out where a couple of missing green cursors had went off to, he'd know. at least, that was the rationale he'd came up with after bist

there seems to be a misplaced package here... to: @Omen yaki mochi. (11) | TIERLESS SNACK | ACC II small. light. puffy. tasteless. edamame. (11) | TIERLESS SNACK | EVA II green beans. salted. crunchy. mild. yakult. (7) | TIER 3 SNACK | PROBIOTICS III milky liquid. palm-sized cardboard bottle. cream-coloured. tasteless.

YAKI MOCHI (11) EDAMAME (11) YAKULT (7) yaki mochi. | TIERLESS SNACK | ACC II small. light. puffy. tasteless. [22/09/24] | +11 edamame. | TIERLESS SNACK | EVA II green beans. salted. crunchy. mild. [22/09/24] | +11 yakult. | TIER 3 SNACK | PROBIOTICS III milky liquid. palm-sized cardboard bottle. cream-coloured. tasteless. [22/09/24] | +7

22/09/24

now, whatever was this still doing in his inventory? demian rolled his eyes. he should've left it for bistro when he'd went to pick up his letter. a check later, to see if her store was at least open for the drop-off, he started on closing up shop temporarily, just so he could mosey down to the town of beginnings for the small errand. no idea why bistro could never leave her own confines, but he had to. he placed the halberd down by the counter. bistro was nowhere to be seen. and he could've left it at that, let the alchemist pick it up when she was undisturbed, available.

thread summary. demian. + 2180xp | (340 * 2) + 1500 + 400col + <<disguise.>>

“aww,” demian cooed, leaning in his chair. “what a loyal dog.” “yup, that’s me,” day replied under her breath, shaking the gloom off her shoulders. when he reached out for his own glass and she turned to face him, earnest. “and what about you? how did your little date go?” “no other dogs around here than you.” demian’s arms were folded, and there was a wistfulness that lingered on his face. “it could’ve gone better.” “what about mostima? you could’ve gone and found her to complain to instead.” “visiting my brother.” “aww,” his friend cooed back, back straightened. “yea

he strolled in through the doors of a different cafe this time. it was at sundown, and for some reason, in taft, there wasn’t much of a sign that the player base was returning to rest just yet. and day had been present faster than he’d expected. “back so soon?” she asked. demian simply took a seat beside her, a nod the best acknowledgement she would receive. the whole time during his entrance, she’d been slumped over the square table. there were drinks already present, too, which meant she didn’t need his green cursor to get what she needed. he took note of the place for future refe