Nari-Lanreth

"What did I just say! Do not!" She cut off her words as Morningstar helped her to her feet, her eyes glancing briefly at the health bar before sighing. It had already started it's slow regeneration by the time she had risen to her feet, and she knew it would be back to normal soon enough. Not that it didn't hurt, slightly. Before she could scold the man further, however, he had already taken off in search of whatever event they were supposed to be following - a fact which reminded Nari she hadn't even read the pop-up before accepting the quest, far too concerned with Morningstar having leapt i

Once the two had agreed to help, Ureka's demeanor had changed immensely. The once apprehensive, standoffish woman now seemed more comfortable and relaxed, more welcome to the idea of providing the two adventurers with some guidance and information - and direction. Nari shifted as the idea of changing the appearance of the route towards the village was explained, trying to decipher how they could help. It was only once Ureka had finished speaking, that she herself spoke up, her voice carry a tone of curiosity and surprise as she attempted to reword everything she'd just heard. "So the pla

She was quick to check herself over, noting that she had - somehow - escaped relatively unharmed. A small sliver of her health had been cut where she'd slammed into the side of a collection of benches. Or rather, what had once been benches, but had now been reduced to little more than a pile of scrap wood beneath her form. Pushing herself upright and to her feet, she gave a quick nod towards Morningstar, her voice slightly shaken as she spoke. "Yeah...I'm fine, although I'd prefer not to go through that again if there's the option to avoid it." She followed as the blonde turned and left

"Heh? Uh-no, nono! No, I chose it because, well, you know..." She found herself suddenly flustered as she tried to correct the idea that had clearly passed through Freyd's mind. While there may have been a small amount of truth behind it, she knew that she hadn't made her entire decision based on the swordswoman they were thinking of, nor did she want anyone thinking she'd been pressured into it either. "I did like being a blacksmith, but also...there was a need for performers, and yeah some people waste them more than others, but I did it...because I wanted to be a help. Although I'm not sure

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It had always felt nice to return to the rhythm of work. The way in which a song came together, a collection of notes and sounds brought into existence. Something about it had always appealed to Nari - a way to tell her story, even if it was nothing more than the repetition of many other musicians before her. There was always a personal level to it, but she found herself thinking that there was more to it than that - a way in which each individual voice brought it's own touch to it. It's own version, and story, to the words brought to life.

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The room had been quiet for far too long, and Nari found herself wondering why she'd even returned. Time and again she'd found herself coming back here after hiatus, uncertain that she still belonged, and yet welcomed by the calmness of it all. If there was one constant in her world, one thing that had remained since her inception into Aincrad, it was the rooms that had provided her a location to produce her talents. "One more time...just one more time..." She stroked the piano with loving hands, a soft smile touching her face as Mio settled onto the floor not far away, his beady eyes w

Morningstar had held a look of determination, and perhaps a small amount of pleasure, as he'd hit knob and switch in order to get the skiff moving. There had been a collection of tension as the pirates had moved to follow after them, Nari setting herself along the edge of the vessel in preparation to meet any that came too close. She relaxed as the dying scream of a falling pirate echoed in the distance, leaving them - for the moment - safe from their pursuit. Or, at least, Nari had thought as much. A sudden sputtering, a shift in their course, and the heat from nearby flames proved to b

It felt, to Nari at least, as though the agreement came out forcibly and fast. Her eyes hovered over NIGHT as Lilith danced away from another pointless strike from Nari's scythe, her attempts almost pathetic at this point in the fight. She was certain that there was going to be no immediate completion to this chaos, and she found herself becoming more and more frustrated as the moments passed further onwards. "Well, we may not have been able to always agree on everything, but at least we can agree on that." There was no poking or prodding in her voice as she spoke, a serious tone having

"Me? I settled, at least for the time being, on performing. Singing, actually...although I wouldn't say I'm the best at it - there's definitely a few who are a lot better than I am. I'm also kinda...in the midst of trying to figure out...anyways, yeah, performing was the profession I ended up going with." Her attention had been elsewhere, and although she responded relatively quickly considering everything, her response had been filled with hesitations and doubt, and her tone was clearly one of someone who wasn't entirely with the conversation. Almost belatedly, she added to her original answe

The others had mounted their newly received steeds with as much enthusiasm as Nari had felt, the very forms of their beings shifting as they claimed their new positions as the Horsemen of death. Although Nari had felt little change in herself - either a good sign, or a bad one, she wasn't quite sure yet - the others had seen some transformations in their very appearance. She nodded to Morningstar as the man settled in with obvious comfort, before turning to watch as Freyd not only fed his new friend, but also donned the appearance of death itself. Shaking her head at the obvious display, she c