Spangie 0 Posted January 30, 2020 #1 Report Share Posted January 30, 2020 Spangie reached behind her head as she pulled her hair up into a ponytail, sighing in relief when she didn't feel the bother of her blonde locks in the way anymore. She leaned back against the cold metal seat of an outdoor cafe, savoring the crisp air with a smile. It's been a while since she's been on this floor. No scratch that, it's been a very long time. . . a year? A year and a half? She hummed, looking up at the cloudless sky. She missed her old friends. Arabelle. . . Hazado. . . Pinball . . . man, it's been forever since she's seen any of them! She wondered how they were doing. . . Arabelle was probably off being a fantastic pianist, and Pinball was probably making loads of money at the Arcade. . . she wasn't sure what Hazado was up to. Was he on the front lines now? Was he happy? Was he married? Gee, those are all questions she hoped would get answered when she sees them again! Quote Report Link to post Share on other sites
Arabelle 0 Posted February 17, 2020 #2 Report Share Posted February 17, 2020 The simple town of [Delilah], and the combat areas surrounding it, more specifically the plains between the village and one lone player settlement built alongside a river, made for Arabelle's current haunt. Underneath the sunshine of a cloudless mid-morning sky, she walked down lines of NPC-owned stalls in the town's small market district with a borrowed wicker basket in hand. Her soft whistling ran in chorus with the sound of rushing water coming from the canal that stretched along the side of the cobbled street and the stale winter breeze ruffled her ponytailed hair. There was hardly a glimpse of the unpredictable scythe wielder in the small woman wearing long sleeves and a plaid skirt over her winter stockings and heeled boots as she studied the shopping list in her hand and mentally ran through all of the places she visited today. It was a menial task-- an errand she ran without complaint whenever she was asked to, and the sort of thing she would have loathed doing in any other scenario --but it was one way to ensure she wasn't completely freeloading, as Mishiro's venomous stares appeared to imply lately. If she were to give a little more of her opinion, however... From doing chores around the house, to asking Mishiro to teach her how to make a bento, to running up to the entrance and greeting Claude whenever he came back through the entryway... How could she put it, this fluffy feeling? She kind of felt like someone's wife! "Hehe~." Arabelle pressed a gloved hand to her cheek, trying to suppress the small smile that tugged at her lips. It was a good, uneventful morning until a notification bell rang faintly in her head. What was it now? Unless he asked nicely, she wasn't going to go all the way back to the other end of the market district if he forgot something. Opening the notification, however, proved the PM's sender and contents weren't quite what she had been expecting. Andromeda: ahskdhskdjwkkdhks Did that clumsy girl somehow fall asleep with her hand on a message window? Arabelle dismissed it with a wave of her hand. Ahem. It was a good, uneventful morning-- Until she saw a familiar face. Seated on a table outside a cafe was a blonde girl who wore the same sunny smile she did when Arabelle met her around two years ago. It was surreal: that the airheaded coward she had long disliked and sworn not to speak to again for a quest that almost took a turn for the worse would just appear right in front of her on a normal day. Arabelle turned her ashen eyes somewhere else, focusing on a passing cart as she walked by. She knew well how confrontations of these types could ruin a perfectly lovely day. Quote Report Link to post Share on other sites
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