Kismet

Kismet stopped writing as soon as she heard the door open, slowly she looked up, and laced her fingers together in a mastermind pose as she saw Freyd. "Freyd not." Kismet spoke with a slightly deeper pitch in her voice to add to the mystique of her hooded form. Also did she just say his name despite having never met him before, or was that a coincidence of the tongue? "You are precisely where you need to be. Precisely where you should be. For I don't think it's an accident that you arrived, it never is, in fact, by the night's end, I think you'll find you were very glad you came."

The sky has gone dark. Players and NPCs alike have begun to trickle into Inns and homes. Somewhere, a woman has gone out on a date and left the business she owns reserved for a private party. A special kind of party, one where only a single woman sits awaiting her players. The Twinkling-Tea Stop is an astral themed cafe, normally open from 8 AM to 8 PM, but today it has closed an hour early and the sign on the door has been replaced with one that says 'Closed - Reserved Party only' despite being a few minutes before closing time. Some of the small building's lights are on, seen throug

Kismet didn't have the heart to tell Abellio that Ryo was playing a character. I mean he was playing a character, right? Couldn't blame him if he was, this was technically still a Role-playing game and "when in Rome" plus samurais were cool. "Yeeeeeaaaah, manners or no manners, I don't mind!" Although her lips did curl smugly at the mention of fedoras, her head shifting slightly as the two talked back and forth, her ears gently swaying with the movement. When asked her name though, she vocalized a 'heh', bowed her head, and swaggered back toward the door of the cafe. With a hop and a twis

Yeah! Partners exactly like that! Kismet's anxiety melted away to intrigue, and she found her feet unglued and lightly dancing off the ground, like spring melting the ice off her feet. Neither of the men before her wore red crystals, that was immediately a good sign and while that wasn't necessarily an indicator of whether someone wasn't into some shady stuff, it meant there was a very, very, very low chance they would kill her. Extortion and mugging were still on the table, but she could come back from those. Plus, the red-haired guy that approached her first and initially snap

Eyes that twinkle like amethyst. White hair and fairest skin that reflected light like snow. Kismet was lost in those colors, staring at her reflection in the small mirror in the attic she called home. She understood on a technical level that it was the Nervegear’s digital recreation of what it had somehow determined was her facial structure, perhaps the device had some kind of sensors on it that took pictures of her face as she put it on, maybe it vibrated and used the tremors it applied to her head to determine the exact shape, no one knew, at least no one she’d talked to but she had be

☆ Kismet☆ [Mel Michuru] ♀ Female ♀ 5' (152 cm) 25 Solar Rotations (12/22) Canadian born/Tokyo Citizen O+ Blood Nose like a bunny Pale as moonlight Eyes like amethysts A little on the small side With ears to make up for it~ ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ★☆★About☆★☆ ☾Traits☽ ☆★☆★☆★Skills☆★☆★☆★ ★Inventory☆ ☆★Logs☆★