iris

@Sinnamon with a scoop of her hand, sin led them into the backrooms. — and the anticipation through the walk was fucking killing her. iris had actively tried not to make eye contact with anyone else that might’ve seen her, and couldn’t keep her gaze off the floor as they shuffled through staff-only areas. embarrassing. it was times like these that her inexperience was showing, in spite of her desire, underlining the underlying tinges of a personal regret and fear. she could only hope that sin would not notice. not that it lingered for long. when iris was introduced to sin’

iris watched as the corners of sin's mouth lifted, preparing a response. then— — cut to black. and iris' first instinct was the twitch of her head towards the ceiling, wondering what had caused the technical flaw, the mishap of the night. (perhaps, had they been paying attention to the host, at least iris would’ve known; sin looked like she was familiar with how the song and dance went as it were, by her hunch.) but in the dark, something took the breath out of her. a warm figure, firmly pressing up against her, drawing a gasp out

from her passing comments, iris was starting to realize her companion, having introduced herself as sin, was a woman of few words, yet still captivated an audience with her intensity. their glasses had met with an audible clink, and as her own lips folded around her straw dainty, iris couldn’t shrug off the way the other’s eyes had remained on her. she barely held contact for long, brushing the feeling off with a smile. "Sinnamon is my stage name.” and neither had she expected herself to be on equal footing on their mannerisms, then. there was a twinkle in iris’ eyes, borne from curi

@Sinnamon iris had been scanning the room, absentminded. with the mix of bodies from the many, beyond the few she could easily identify, the passage of players was like background noise in staccato. with each blink, each sip of her drink, the floor plan would change, and she’d be trying to anchor her vision down to a set of new faces once again. hence, she did not see someone approaching her — even if she did, she chalked it up to the bar, rather than her direct position instead. “Your date stand you up?” her gaze, languid, fell on a figure tall. all she registered at first

Lv24. W when bistro had texted her of her arrival, she had expected to look forward to her attendance soon after. except, the woman’s absence was immediately felt from her going awol on text. then, there was marquis, whom she personally invited for a night of cordiality on behalf of being in bistro’s known circle. they had been in linked arms, each donning a mask of white so as to match, iris noting the goldwork on marquis’ pick as it shaped her face into a jackal’s. and, in contrast to iris’ own burgundy halterneck slit-cut dress, marquis had strewn iris’ white fur shawl over her

iris: hello! items out for delivery!

item evaluation. using cluster of stars. majesty. | [#194561c] | TIER 3 CLAWS STRAIGHT SWORD | ABS ACC, DMG II | -> [desc.]: the remains of a long forgotten and distant dimension, slate polished clean for wrought over a new world. - mafiq. | [#215420] | TIER 4 RAPIER | PHASE, ACC III [desc.]: a tapered blade with a razor-sharp point, colored black like obsidian. the guard is a matte grey, wide bowl shape completely void of design or intricacies. [notes.]: +1 demonic shard.

received.

iris retrieves oblivion. and then settles payment with a multitude of weapons as though it is no big deal.

summary. | col: 86,180col | 02/26/25 | total: 86,180 | [link] item evaluations. demonology 101. | [#215579a] | TIER 4 STRAIGHT SWORD | BLD, FLN, DMG [desc.]: an edged sword that studies demons. comes with a pen, and doesn't talk. solemn vow. | [#233632] | TIER 4 STRAIGHT SWORD | BLD, ABS. ACC [desc.]: a bundle of scrolls wetted and moulded into a blade's point. its ink had long run dry. blade of zariel. | [#233635] | TIER 4 STRAIGHT SWORD | BLD, HLY [desc.]: Retrieved from the Bleeding Citadel on Floor 9, this blade was once wielded by the Archangel tu

02/03/25

iris skips in with an item fusion request!

iris sends NIGHT a trade request.

iris walks the board. marquis doesn't have a stall, but it doesn't matter, says she. she'll open when she's ready. so iris approaches the woman who's examining her prospects on a floor she never thought she'd return to, and taps the statue on the shoulder. marquis turns, and her stoicism slips away. iris wonders if her smile is honeyed in her eyes. she trades the pre-requisite components, and rests her hand idly by a wooden post as she waits for the tailor to be done.

summary. | col: 190,480col | 02/26/25 | total: 190,480 | [link] mystic essence. [#1] | 215427-1 | 215427-2 | 215420 02/26/25 | t4cloth. | [#215427] || ANTIFREEZE / FIREPROOF | BLOODCLOT / PARA IMMUNE | REGEN / REC 02/26/25 | t4cloth. | [#215420] || REGEN / REC | BLOODCLOT / PARA IMMUNE | REGEN / REC item evaluations. impulse. | [#215442b] | TIER 4 CLOTH ARMOR | RISKY, HB, VAMP-D [desc.]: a black cloak that drapes over one shoulder. comes with a hood. transient. | [#233639c] | TIER 4 CLOTH ARMOR | EVA III [desc.]: a white iridescent scarf