Mishiro

Shifting her bags to one arm, she looked about the empty shop. No one else was here. She slowly approached the counter, where a black cat was yawning and kneading its paws quite harmlessly on the stack of papers. Order forms and a bell. The owner seemed to have changed the manner she ran her shop. Turning her attention back to the feline, Mishiro held out her hand for it to sniff. The cat inched forward, decided the new customer was friendly, and rubbed its head against her fingers. “Hi, sweetie,” she said, her voice lowered to a whisper, “If I give you this, can you go and retrieve those

"I'll never forget that order!" An gasped. "Come on, put that down." She still did that adorable thing – her voice went up from excitement and then she turned pink and raised her hand to cover her lips, conscious of speaking too loud. The next words then, as Sybil passed her, were more subdued. "All those favors and it still turned out so bad. Have you been using that all this time, Mish?" "No." They had both been here more times than they could ever count, and An liked having friends over. Nothing changed much from having three people populating the stools beside An's workbench r

Her merchant girl’s crumbling shop, buried in a backstreet in Floor 1’s overpopulated trading sector. She knew this route like the back of her hand, the twists and turns of the narrow roads that one took if they wanted to avoid the rush hour or if the merchant herself was at their side and she was feeling a quieter midnight stroll. Some time last year, Mishiro had asked for Sibyl’s map and traced three lines, one for each direction he normally came from. He cut into that route today, leaving her bewildered at the crossroads. Their business with An could not be any more different; they nev

The shadow of the 25th floor that swallowed up all of Aincrad. The revolution in the 26th whose success directly impacted the battle at the frontlines. What was in the books for the 27th? A group of rogue apprentice knights from Braso, motives unknown, set out to cause chaos. In the north, a cave collapse. In the east, the aforementioned fire. In the south, the most daring: an attack on the presidential estate as well as attempted theft of classified documents. All three received considerable aid from players who happened to be there on account of a request from the Lapis Society to

Finn, Boss event(?) @ F27, Ronbaru. Expecting a crowd. Will be back for dinner. - R. With no one left to view it, the display window idly lit up a small corner of the kitchen before it dismissed itself at the two-minute mark. A soft click from the turning of a key on the front door, and the house slumbered once again. So she was going mad and none of the mechanisms she had thoroughly built up over the last eight years were soothing her. In fact, upon her own assessment, she was just adding fuel to

┎━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ☾◉☽ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┒ ━ ━ ━ SYBIL pride and arrogance ______ __ ________ | late 20s | male | bisexual | 6'2" ┖━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┚ I Am Bored. this is Not A New Character. i am never making this character. everyone look away. 1: bio / 2: tl? / 3: relationships/misc (familiar, residence) / 4: stats, etc. blended mish/ara journal format.

Лишь дай мне посмотреть в последний раз В твои глаза Я солнцем обернусь, и в них Останусь навсегда a corpse is talking. a corpse is talking. //

this is ara. pray for my muse. :')

Current Level: 17 Current SP: 44 Link to SP Tracking: [link] Item Upgrades: 2.6 | PRE-CONVERSION 3.0 | UPGRADED ITEM #1 Item Name: The Widower Item ID: 104790 Item Tier: 1 Item Type: Two-Handed Battle Axe Item Rarity: Rare Item Enhancements: BLEED II Description: A black battle axe with a reddish gleam. The handle has a red webbing on it and the pommel is shaped like a spider. The blade releases a red smoke. Item Name: Veyl Item Tie

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"Did you catch that?" There was no time to stop and listen; the unnamed player had taken the lead and it was all she could do to match her pace. She was fast, despite the cloth covering her eyes, and somehow she could pick apart portions of ruin that wouldn't immediately crumble at their feet. What if it was a player? The idea was considered, then discarded -- she buried it along with the harsh well of emotion that was beginning to stir in the depths of her consciousness. If they hadn't been climbing upwards, she would have long lost her way. As Mishiro hauled herself up a ledge and

It was the whispers that reached them first. Twisted with mirth, clear as bells amid the torrents of wind and rain, the corrupted mass shifted beneath them -- shadowy globules emerging, threatening to break through its surface. When the first sphere burst, a creature bearing the tainted blood of the storm tore itself from the fold. She backed further up the ascent, lips parted in a soundless gasp. Aniki— wherever you are, are you seeing the same thing? Dozens more followed in the first's stead, and they raced up the mountain where the tides could not yet reach. Mishiro summoned

"we're already in a group, so we take full advantage of it. stay close, and keep an eye out for at least one other person," the pure blank canvas of her expression bore a hint of concern as she glanced at Lessa, then at what remained of the lower districts of Nimbus. "our objective's the nearest mountain peak. that should be sufficient? if storm hasn't stopped by then—" Mishiro carefully tested her weight on the next step. "—we can talk about it when we get to it." she pulled herself up, and fortune's wheel spun. first, it was a clearly pronounced crack. her heartbeat skyrockete

Their circle expanded as Lessa found another cluster of players in the murk. She followed the woman and her companion, her breath coming out in visible white puffs. She'd zipped up her coat, but she was still drenched and rubbing her hands against her arms could only do so much against the chill settling deep into her bones. In her periphery, another building fell to the storm. The howling wind had blown out its windows, battered its stone walls with stray debris and corrosive rain until all that was left standing was its foundation. Mishiro shivered, the sense of cold foreboding she'd th

Where her knees should have knocked against solid ground, she found nothing but the cold bottomless depths. She was sinking, deeper into the water than she would have thought possible, and it took a fraction of a second too long for instinct to take over her disbelief. She kicked her feet to stay above the surface, but the void already had ahold of her and it only sought to take and take and take— Until someone grabbed her hand and the invisible force vanished. Mishiro didn't need any further prompting; she immediately returned the woman's vicelike grip and found her footing shortly

She stepped out from beneath the awning. Cardinal's invisible hand had sent a large number of the stage props running in the same direction — the ones who chose to flee, anyway. The girl relit the crystal still in her hand and trudged down that same path. She felt her steps drag; the skies dimmed until she could see no further past the weak bubble of light she'd cast, and as the floodwaters rose, she pressed close to the fronts of the establishments bordering the main street. Mishiro couldn't pinpoint exactly when she lost the trail. Or whether the flow had simply left a foolish stra

An instance— ———? The flickers of static, the random number-letter matrices layered beneath what would have otherwise been an ordinary system alert, only created more questions than it answered. The patchwork beneath had come undone — somehow, and Mishiro was peering straight into its unraveling. Another crash. Upstairs, the black storm lashed furiously through the blown window. She could feel the chill at her back. You know what to do. Move. Her hands flew over her menus as Mishiro nearly stormed out of the empty establishment, opening one tab, then another, and

—and with the world crumbling all around her, the girl returned to their table and set down her little light. the wind followed. there was a single mighty surge, a torrent that snapped something somewhere she couldn't see outside the window. she turned her head towards the disturbance, fingers curled loosely over her crystal, and at the first crash that followed, she snatched back her light and spun around. the sounds grew closer with every passing moment, and Mishiro didn't spare a glance over her shoulder until she had crossed the last lines of tables and was one step down the stai

She slid a finger down the tainted glass. She felt the tremors that ran along its surface as the killing wind threatened to rip the glass from its frame, and the final remnants of the soft gray afternoon light fled from her shelter. For a moment, her world was complete and total darkness. Then Mishiro struck one of Nimbus's crystals against the edge of the windowsill and held it up, experimentally shining the green light on the farther corners of the floor. | 177398: LD 13 — received 1 LD from Alkor.

| 177034: LD 8 "Weren't the skies clear just a moment ago...?" Mishiro lifted her eyes from the page, slipping a bookmark beneath the line she'd stopped at. Across her corner seat, Claude distractedly reached for his coffee, but his gloved hand met only empty space. "Good morning, Aniki." "I wasn't sleeping," he said halfheartedly. She set down an empty mug. "Then surely you would have been more mindful." Outside, it started to rain. Claude stopped a passing NPC waiter, the only other entity in the little dining area still faithfully making its rounds despite the

Skill(s) Being Dropped: Fishing Mod(s) Being Dropped: -- SP Refunded: 10 SP Cost: 10,000 col

| FLOOR THREE. Day one of taking over Claude’s patrol. There was a player who’d set up camp not too far from the southernmost marker. Anything past the fenced area of their settlement was not ‘their’ territory per se, but Claude had taken to the responsibility of eliminating any nearby mobs that lingered for too long to ensure safe passage and Mishiro had kept careful account of all the possible sorts they could encounter in a small notebook she’d prepared and studied just for this fateful occasion. …And this scenario was nowhere to be found in her trusty guide. She

“I can wait,” she offered. That was what the small lounge was for. Mishiro settled into one of its plush seats. She quietly flicked through the pages of a novel she’d brought along with her, but the words might as well have floated right off the page. Halfway into the wait, she left the bookmark where it had previously been and snapped the book shut. Gray eyes wandered to the shut door. ...She shouldn’t have broken it. When the artisan returned, Mishiro looked up from the jewelry she had been inspecting and hurried over to the counter, taking a small set of [Gold Rings] with he

The bell tinkled softly behind her as she descended the steps. “Good afternoon. I need an item repaired.” She’d taken her cap off before she reached the base of the stairs and, opening her inventory with a wave of her free hand, it vanished into the lazy midday light, replaced by a cloth-wrapped bundle she’d kept dismissed for safekeeping. The back-alley shop’s interior was small, just as she would have expected from what she saw from the outside, and she only had to cross a short distance to reach the counter. “Its durability dropped not too long ago,” the girl explained as she untied th

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