Arabelle

“It’s fine, you did wonderfully.” Her voice had the undertone of a gentle reprimand as her favorite merchant, once again, grew anxious over the time it took for her to finish the order. Arabelle ran a hand down the proverbial holy sword’s radiant blade (but with Burn? oh well-), and she marked that down for the crate An had been keeping for her unique identifications. For later use, whatever it would be. “Maybe we could auction it off. Or sell it for a high price, split the earnings. These things are low supply-high demand, you know? Especially weapons.” A scythe!‌ She had to wonder how o

Approved.

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Arabelle smiled. "Well-placed trades~." And she wouldn't say any more. Her ashen eyes were drawn to the weapon Mishiro produced and my, was it a sight to behold. Woven into obsidian plates were the remnants of an all-consuming flame; a malevolence that grew, existed, thrived off of destroying everything in its reach. And it was Cursed, too — no wonder Mishiro wouldn't agree with it. "Ah! No, not that one." She held down the Favor her friend had selected with a finger. Though they all appeared identical to the two girls' inexperienced eyes, Arabelle had made a very small fol

"And there she is, right on time!" Arabelle exclaimed. Cutting their conversation short, she spun around to meet her friend. Her hands reached out to grasp both of Mishiro's and she pulled the girl forward, walking with her back turned the way they were both headed. Too many repeated visits to this little shop in the past few days, and she knew exactly where every single pile of junk was. "I was gone the whole day, did you miss me? I'm sure you did, so here's what I have to make up for it!" They reached An's counter and she dropped Mishiro's hands to make a grand, sweeping gesture with he

This time, the pile was so big that both merchant and customer could barely make rhyme or reason of the incomplete data structures of varying size and shape on Pandora's counter. Dear god, that thing was sturdy — to have gone through this much use and abuse over the almost month-long duration of the event without even a single dent on its surface. "So—" First things first: the shoes. What on earth were those? Arabelle had received a notif of another Paralytic Immunity enhancement, but she hadn't exactly believed An's words when the merchant described how horrendous they were. The pair hel

Now should be good, right? Andromeda: Yeah You can pick up all the consumables now Looking forward to seeing you, Senpai! :0 Arabelle cracked a smile at the merchant girl's usual cheery tone — she could practically hear her voice over the messages. Today, she was entering An's shop without anything for her to identify; the girl was busy enough as is and she really hadn't gone on that trip with Mishiro yet. "Hi~," she greeted. An had already spoken to her about the enhancements she had gotten on her consumables, and really, it was the only reason why she was going out of he

Arabelle took each of the vials (and... jawbreakers?) in turn, tapping an option which displayed their enhancements on a floating window. [Mitigation], [HP Recovery], another [Mitigation]... the list went on. "Exactly what I needed. You're doing better by the day, An," the girl praised. She transferred her new consumables to her inventory and looked down at the trinket that had the merchant PMing her in an excited rush yesterday. "I decided not to bring a reroll ticket in, actually. I've been thinking... and the only way I could see this item being useful to me is if it were a [Demonic] with t