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

26/02/25

"i'm back." "oh, hey!" basuke piped up, chipper as always. in his hands were a mess of refreshments --- partway through walking, he'd given up on snacks and handed them off to iris for safekeeping. iris accepted them, still uncertain about why he hadn't just saved the items to his inventory. "so did you see that crystal game on the way back?" "the crystal game?" iris looked away. "yeah, iris was telling me about it while you were gone," basuke spilled. the woman felt demian's gaze bear down on her, to which iris had to pretend to clear her throat at. "the crystals were real

iris: demian, did you grab mine yet? -> 100 flower petals from night.

IRIS | Lv.5 | HP: 100/100 | EN: 28/28 perhaps bistro hadn’t been lying when she said she’d joined a guild that would help her gain access to information quicker. iris hadn’t ever recognized the start of a festival before, but this time, she did. while there were many ronbaru residents wandering out in the streets, what gave her the tell was her quick scan of green crystals. there weren’t many — and the ones she did see were all unfamiliar faces. demian had trailed in behind her through the teleporter. the lead was hers; she’d decided to give it a quick scout before handing the intel

iris: on speed dial!

iris: here you go!

item evaluation. trainers. | [#233639c] | TIER 4 CLOTH ARMOR | EVA III / MIT | >> [desc.]: when the reaper comes knocking, you run. [notes.]: +1 demonic shard.

"ah, a fisher of efficient words!" the nymph nodded, and started to row. what fog that did gather slowly started to swallow the two, until they were nothing more than silhouettes in the grey, shrinking and sinking further into the distance. for them, however, the ride was but a wait. even with her eyes closed, it seemed as though the guide knew their way through the tides. gently, and gradually, like the inflections in her voice as she continued to sing, the tame ocean that once gave way to their route soon turned energetic, lapping at the sides of the boat in eagerness to receive.

the satyr snorted as he turned around, unshaken hand waved with a scoff, starting to lead them through the fields. "a smith of many talents, you are, but not one of words." he shook his head afterwards, remembering his pact. "no matter. hephaestus will appreciate your assistance nonetheless." his guide but squinted to wulfrin, as they walked. was he being sized up? "has word gotten round about his condition as of late? no idea with what archaic technologies you mortals use to communicate with each other. it's good for us to take caution with newcomers he looks to meet with, lest they don'

replicant. | [#210669c] | TIER 4 STRAIGHT SWORD | ACC, TAUNT, FALLEN [desc.]: once wielded by the archduke of stygia, this frigid blade has felled many beasts and mortals alike. the blade of this longsword is made of silver with a diamond edge that constantly emits a rolling icy mist similar to dry ice. its blackened metallic hilt is bound with a light blue almost white leather wrapping. its pommel resembles that of a white dragon’s head crest. rumor has it that the blade itself was forged from parts of such a dragon, but none can confirm it. vega's panoply. | [#206638] | TIER 4 HEAVY A