Demian

“well i hope that answers your question.’“ “it answers plenty,” demian decided, cozying up to his chair once again. “thank you for your insight.” little wonder her owner decided to keep her around, he thought, hearing the freebird chuckle. “it’s my pleasure. now, was there something else you’d wanted to discuss? you didn’t ask me to come all this way just for this little chat, did you?” demian raised his cup into the air, holding it towards day. paired with her laughter, and her raise of her macchiato as well, he barely had time to admit a, “guilty as charged,” before their drin

the look he shot her was baleful; in return, she gave him a pained shrug and a wink. “we can’t all be spared,” she said, “and we can’t all have someone else’s lives given up for us either. look at it this way: if i were them, i wouldn’t have given you a warning like that at all.” demian stayed quiet, drinking. day gestured to him, humble. “did ‘you’ receive a warning like that yourself?” he decided to finally smile back. “and what if i have?” “hmm? sorry?” in the same flashy manner, he’d slip the letter across the table in a heartbeat. she rolled her eyes. “that’s obviously

demian’s lips curled into a smile. “no mercy for the ones who come after, huh?” “knowing what we do about the way it moves its pieces around…” with day still holding her mug, she set it down carefully on the table. her gaze softened. “no… i’d rather not.” he studied her. “not regarding this faculty, you mean.” “not regarding a lot of them,” day corrected, leaning back in her chair, “but this one, in particular, the most.” he did the same afterwards. folding his arms to cover his own torso, while day crossed her legs and set her hands together, locked upon it.

day, once calm, now simply looked sly. should he be afraid, given bistro’s demeanor? it was hard to say. the woman was a different breed entirely, after all. “huh. do tell.” “i received the letter today over at an info broker’s.” the paper in his hand was set down over the envelope, his decision willing that it be stored into its container, and so it was. “i’m sure you know the one.” “(obfuscation?)” “based on what we know about cardinal, there could only be one answer to this.” day looked out the window with a grin. “in its current state… perhaps.” demian

“so what did you want to discuss?” down to business, the way he liked it. as quickly as one could snap their fingers, he had the envelope drawn out slid across the table. in the same sleight of hand, like a magic trick, he unfurled the page within. the envelope, now devoid of content, looked as tattered on the inside as much as its exterior. and that wax seal, too, was an invite for day to peer over, humming, intrigued. and that was not to say little of the missive once within it. folded up in half, and then thirds, was a blank page save a handprint smeared in red upon it, almos

a few pats of her hair restored her imagery. day was the equivalent of somebody else’s sunshine. she reminded demian about one of his past sunflowers, and the summer heat in which he basked in as he made sure it was patiently cared for. his two blinks into cold stares seemed nothing but the normal protocol for her, he noted. they said nothing but exchanged looks instead. they didn’t need to talk with words… just yet. she chose not to move her head when the waiter came by with their drinks – he’d placed her order in her travel’s interim. demian turned to acknowledge them, however – al

instead, he chose an indoor cafe on the eleventh. the type that iris would frequent, he figured, though not quite the same one. when the yellow cursored individual strode up to him, sat by the open window, he barely spared them a glance. who else would turn to look at a passerby cardinal entity? players had much more important matters to attend to, didn’t they? staring out the window at the blue sky above. her figure cut into the light pouring in, blending in with the shadows drawn across the floor. hatched, both of them, forms trapped in that box stretched against polished wooden pl

quest. he received a letter today. bistro told him about it. she said to collect it before she threw it out. so demian went, mumbling to himself something strong about manners. but when he saw the envelope it was dressed up it, he knew the time had come. with two careful hands he picked it up. it wasn’t the telling dark, near purple stained black that emmett was fond of using for his official addresses. any from his closest allies also wouldn’t look so… disheveled. raggedy. it came with a red wax seal, a sigil upon it unrecognizable… to most. for demian, it was the same o

Skill(s) Being Dropped: Battle Healing - R2 SP Incurred Towards Limit: 8 SP Refunded: 8 Cost: 8000

8/20/2024

| 15/04/24

BINGSU (20) COOKIE (60) VITAGEN (11) POPCORN (9) bingsu. | TIER 4 DESSERT | MITIGATION III shaved ice. chopped fruits. syrup and milk. tasteless. [15/04/24] | +8 [14/04/24] | +12 cookie. | TIER 4 DESSERT/SNACK | VITALITY II small. round. chocolate chips. tasteless. [15/04/24] | +12 [14/04/24] | +17 [20/08/24] | +30 popcorn. | TIER 4 SNACK | VITALITY II round. light. fluffy. tasteless. [15/04/24] | +9 vitagen. | TIER 4 SNACK | PROBIOTICS III milky liquid. palm-sized cardboard bottle. cream-coloured. tasteless. [20/08/24] | +11

| 14/04/24

GELATO (30) MOUSSE (30) SMORES (75) CRÈME BRÛLÉE (75) gelato. | TIERLESS DESSERT | LD III multiple flavors. paper cup. wooden spoon. tasteless. [13/04/24] | +11 [12/04/24] | +8 [11/04/24] | +9 [09/04/24] | +2 mousse. | TIERLESS DESSERT | PROSPERITY III soft cream. paper cup. wooden spoon. tasteless. [10/04/24] | +20 [08/04/24] | +10 smores. | TIERLESS DESSERT | EVA II firm crackers. melted chocolate. toasted marshmallows. tasteless. [10/04/24] | +19 [09/04/24] | +34 [08/04/24] | +22 crème brûlée. | TIERLESS DESSERT | ACC II porcelain

| 13/04/24

| 12/04/24

| 11/04/24

| 10/04/24

| 09/04/24

| 08/04/24

he waited a fair bit for the result to solidify itself, and it was worth his patience. never mind the average-looking results; didn't he scavenge these on his own accord through combat, anyway? the blade appeared unassuming at first glance, but with proper finesse, it would be as deadly as any other, demian was sure. iris was the least bit curious of the value of his sword. it wasn't as prized as-- "it's what i'm willing to work with right now," demian replied, cutting off her query with the turn of his back. then he left, with a louder thanks for her hospitality more than the reques

did it matter that bistro hadn't told him to attend this location to shop at? no. and it mattered even less that the person running this store disliked his presence in the vicinity of her closest friends. demian walked in quiet, as though stalking the shadows, hunched over with a motive in tow. then, he was promptly caught by the resident furry guardian. nyanko waved his tail about, giving him a careful stare -- so demian acknowledged that he had to play nice. picking up a set of recently stocked items, he paid the storekeep in head pets and a secret whispered in his ear. then, demian lef

the request didn't take long. demian swung round after a brief stroll through the settlement, waiting in earnest for only a handful of minutes afterwards. he paid the halberd no heed as he sent it to his inventory with a wave, but the armor he gave a decent look-over to ensure its simplicity. with two hands, he held it aloft, turning it around with squinted eyes. it meant enough to him to don it immediately after the inspection. "thanks," he near hummed with a small smile. the man then spun on his heel and stepped out the shop, dropping the brief pretense of normalcy before refocusing his

he was already out on an errand; why not finish the other half of bistro's request? because demian would never be caught dead in a place like this, obviously, but given the trouble he'd face for slacking off otherwise, it was worth risking his reputation to put in a request. enter shabby, dark and dreary into the hall of light. the man already felt incredibly out of place as he stood at the doorway, holding a request form that was signed and written in neat cursive handwriting. once he'd caught the attention of the shopkeeper, he slid this across the counter, with a stilted, "cheers," as

a small, modest shop. it wasn't reputable in the slightest, which was the reason why demian had decided to visit, a handful of resources in tow. his order had been scribbled hastily on the form, and yet it came out looking somewhat pristine. two sheets of paper were handed over to the blacksmith. "no big alterations on the armor," he breathed, frustration lurking behind his eyes. "please. though the owner of the halberd couldn't care less how you modify it, so long as it's balanced well in the end." with a wave, demian set aside the items he'd prepared for the rising crafter. "have s