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@Morningstar Half hour at the bar, sipping wine she couldn't feel, delicately avoiding every masked face and voice she thought she could recognize. Yue Hua's anxiety gradually mellowed as she settled back into the face she had worn for most of her life. By no means was she a pretender. She was a drifter who had, by accident, found a place to roost for just a little while. That didn't complain as she silently overstayed her welcome. And in trying to tap back into her usual habits, Yue Hua was stunned to realize that she had begun to carve out a difference in the first place. When did

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[MASKED, BLACK] — lvl 40 — “Black, please.” | (What disguise does one bring to the ball when one’s default appearance was already a disguise in itself? A disguise for the disguise? Disguise-ception? Yue Hua had studied for almost the entirety of her imprisonment in Aincrad the language of aesthetics, fashion, and conduct to express where she had come from and what she had abandoned and embraced to become what she wanted to be, and the end result had rendered her unrecognizable. She spent the morning locked in the privacy of her workshop, creating and discarding designs th

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Yue Hua tried to keep up her earnest smile. Fighting to reach the top of the tower in their own ways, knowing there was something beyond. Firefly was just like the rest, and it wasn't a terrible thing and neither was it her fault. It just set her apart from Yue Hua. "As long as you stick with us, everything will turn out fine. We'll make sure of it." They left the guild territory, crossing past the invisible marker a couple hundred meters from the base of the hill. A wide grassy area populated with berry bushes and the occasional tree stretched between them and the village of antfol

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The unbending rule amongst even the sweetest of critters: food always won out over affection. Yue Hua was a little heartbroken. But she was happy that she had gotten to pet her. “...I see!” Up to this point, she had failed to consider that not everyone who was actively leveling regarded combat as more than a necessity. If not love, there at least had to be an appreciation for it as an art that had to be honed, hadn’t it — otherwise, they would have forever ran circles around the lower floors like the idle rest. Yue Hua stood, dusting cat fur off her pants, considering. “I was alone before

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If she stuck around, as she was considering, NIGHT would eventually learn that duels were all that made up Yue Hua’s daydreams. Duels, then swords, then cosmetics. She did not even suffer a drop of romantic fancy unless its subject was right in front of her. “Of course.” Yue Hua’s tail, wagging, nearly knocked straight into a passerby — thankfully one that was deprived of food and drink. “T’would have to be after some time. My seniors in my guild have advised me to max out my levels first before picking any fights with frontliners outside of an arena.” Oscar swept in, seemingly to re

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