Mishiro

Mishiro could only look down at the precious items in vapid disbelief. Acquiring one of them wasn't too difficult. She collected that amount herself, weeks back when the event began and she was swept up with the excitement, however she was quick to trade hers to Claude. Experienced players would put it to better use, was the gist of her explanation. But, in exchange for their accessibility, the tickets were limited and they were easily the most desirable of the event rewards. Upon purchasing one, many a player would be very unwilling to part with it. Yet here Arabelle stood at her side, p

Pandora's Wares. 04/23. 9 PM. So said the note taped onto the lid of the small flower-printed box she found in the early hours of the morning. In the hours spanning between then and the moment she arrived in front of the set destination, she'd sent and received no other communication from the person behind the gift. Everything they needed to settle with regards to her sudden benefactor's generosity could be done here. The run-down building's door looked ready to give up its last points of durability should she bump her knuckle against it in a little less than gentle manner. Her hand

Name: Jack's Lament Item Type: Weapon - Martial Arts Tier: 2 Quality: Demonic Enhancements: Cursed | Blight | Burn | Bleed -> Cursed | Fallen | Blight | Vampiric (Offensive) Description: No one knows where it came from. Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/18213-event-f1halloween-event-19-something-wicked-this-way-comes/?do=findComment&comment=584776 [Used:] [x1] Bunny Stamp Increase the Rarity of a single item up to Demonic, selecting a normal Enhancement in the process. | [❅] -- Selected Enhancement: Bleed [x3] Easter Bunny's Favor [link to re-identifica

The friendly-looking blacksmith took her order and disappeared to the back room. The sound of a hammer striking against an anvil could then be heard. Unsure of what to do, Mishiro lingered around the shop. She approached a breastplate hung up on a wooden stand and examined it, gently bumping her knuckles against the material. It looked heavy and difficult to move in. The girl glanced at the door leading to the back room - he was still working - and she turned back to the armor piece and pressed an option with the icon of a magnifying glass. Two slots of Mitigation. The set she ordered offered

Weapons on the walls, suits of armor, an ordinary wooden counter; exactly how it was described in the books she used to read. Mishiro would never get used to these types of places. She spared a few more moments to look around, taking particular interest in the shields the blacksmith had on display, before she approached the counter and handed over a filled-out order form. "Good day. With that discount, that should be... 6 tier one materials." She opened a trade window and sent over the payment. "A player named Arabelle recommended me to this blacksmith, and she told me to say she should be com

The familiar approached her and started bouncing up and down, moving in circles around the arm she'd extended to the wisp. Now that it had gone a bit closer, she could tell touching it wasn't a very good idea. It was... warm. Wisps were essentially phantoms that looked like bright little flames so for that reason, she'd always assumed they would be cold to the touch. "Don't worry about it. No matter what, a familiar is always most loyal to its master," Mishiro said with a soft laugh. She pulled her arm back and tucked her hands in her coat pockets. From the close-ended tone of the first respon

Quite a long time had passed since they first became acquainted with each other, and throughout the years they'd seen each other and talked on occasion. She thought she was comfortable enough around him to drop most of her formalities. "Felicity," she repeated quietly. The girl recalled the scene she caught a glimpse of earlier and the rare smile on the boy's face as he spoke about his familiar. "Yes, I think it fits her." The wisp moved away from where it had been hovering over Huginn's shoulder and came to a stop in front of her. She curiously brought a gloved hand up with one fin

She considered Arabelle's offer for a moment. Then she said, dead serious, "That's fine. I already have a workable strategy. Since you're the higher level, I'll hand you a Christmas cookie and you'll use that AoE sword art on a group of mobs, repeatedly, until they're all dead. Of course, I'll be evening out their HP bars by attacking the ones you miss. Afterward, we'll split the Col value. Half-half. And I guess I'll also humor you with some talk about boys. You'll have to give me advice, though." Beside her, Roman laughed. It was easy to tell from her words that she wasn't being very serious

The Event NPC's booming voice joyfully announced the start of the raffle drawing. Its voice resounded throughout the whole area, drawing players in for the main event, and being at a spot that was close enough to the large man already, she almost brought her hands up to cover her ears. Mishiro glanced at the people gathered around her: Jinx, Hazado, and another girl who approached them earlier, and found that they already had their attention directed to the NPC, drawing the first slip of paper from a bowl. Even Arabelle, with her short attention span and tendency to get bored easily, was waiti

Snooty old relatives. Typical of her small purple-haired friend to think that way. Mishiro had an amused smile as she continued, "It's not just consisted of adults. I had cousins who were close to my age too, and I spent most of my time playing house with them." Then Arabelle asked if she was... Spanish? From her expression, Jinx seemed to believe the same, too. That was a reasonable assumption to make. 'Noche Buena' was a Spanish word that meant 'the good night' and if she could recall correctly, the tradition 'Noche Buena' was also practiced in other countries with slight variations accordin

Her friends. Arabelle had a lot of friends apart from her and Roman, though Mishiro never learned who they were until now. She glanced at the little group they'd left behind. The people her friend fought alongside: Stryder, the little kid who spoke in third-person, and Jinx. They were a guild, so there had to be more. But one thing was for certain: Mishiro was not part of that circle. She turned back and gave a slight frown. Was Arabelle offended or was she just teasing? She was smiling, but then again, she always did even when she was mad. "No, I can answer that," she disagreed. The girl's te

So Arabelle got along well with her guildmates. That was nice to hear. Mishiro smiled softly as the shielder continued talking, with obvious admiration for her purple-haired friend in her eyes. Well, if Arabelle didn't somehow influence that timid, innocent girl to start acting that way, it was all well and good. "Well... keep getting along with her. Don't ask for love advice, though. She'll tease you to no end." She only did that once, during a moment of weakness on a Valentine's Day. Then... her friend must have done something. Stryder had turned a bright red and was speaking very defen

Somehow, when her friend Arabelle was around... everything always seemed to devolve into chaos. The little purple-haired girl and her guild leader were now yelling at each other - though she could understand that it was mostly a joke - and then she turned and was now yelling at a red-faced Roman for not contacting her earlier... and then there were those very inappropriate remarks from Jinx and the young girl perched at Stryder's shoulders whom she could only assumed was called Fae and... Mishiro pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. This guild, if you could call it one, didn't seem like

"I'm an incompetent scout," he repeated to himself bitterly as they raced past stalls and mounds of snow. They were going fast - had been ever since Mishiro read the PM over his shoulder, but they were often impeded by large groups of players and NPC. It was almost overwhelming, even more so with the situation at hand. She didn't hope to interfere or assist in the arrest, she just wanted to have the assurance that - "I know where he was hiding. That rooftop. It even matches with Arabelle's coordinates. And we were right underneath it earlier. Damn, I knew it looked suspicious, so why didn't I.

For some reason, the eyepatched girl seemed to retreat into herself as Mishiro approached. She could take a guess at the reason why. Perhaps an inclination to act more formal around her? Mishiro always was an overly-formal person, something which she realized had a tendency to unsettle the more casual people around her. As her friend so elegantly put it once: "This is a game, not a damn office!" Being calm and composed always had its benefits, but there was a time for everything. Perhaps now was a good opportunity to learn how to be more friendly and casual around people she just met. She trie

"Weren't you crying over that internet idol once? It was maybe three days after the first Christmas we spent here and you were in your room whining about missing Magi☆Mari's Christmas special--" "I'm over that phase, don't you dare bring it up!" A red-faced Roman looked away from the girl at his arm with a rare, mischievous smile that resembled Arabelle's maybe a bit too closely, and his bright green gaze quickly scanned his immediate surroundings. Nothing particularly out of place, though his attention did linger on a blond-haired man staring calmly up at what seemed like nothing. He slo

"...go and search, Bandit." Roman set his ferret down on the snowy ground and handed it a small treat. Mishiro watched, leaning against a nearby stall with a mug of steaming hot chocolate in her hands. Well, no wonder he agreed to come to the event so easily. The prospect of limited items and a raffle with no registration fee would easily draw in players. Among those could be... that person he was assigned to track down. Are you here, too? She sipped from the mug in her hands, and quietly watched as the little brown ferret chittered an affirmative and disappeared into the crowd. "Done signing

December 19, 2025 Mishiro placed the sketchpad down and replaced the cap on her ink pen. She picked up her coffee mug. With her free hand, brought the menu up and opened a PM from Arabelle. A Christmas-themed event. This would make the third Christmas she'd celebrated in Aincrad. It was almost unnerving how much time had passed. And how much time, she estimated, the game would take to clear at this slow pace. Finishing the last of her coffee, she set the mug down on the table beside the open sketchpad. It was open to the page containing her latest draft. A sketch of a player with a hood c

and you float above the earth, a spectre soul to dust and roots to ash destroy, divine, dеstroyer! the seasons shift with the angle of your glance laws of nature rendered frozen in your path from where have you come? you ruin us with dearth and famine yet you cradle us like a child more than anything else that lives and breathes and calls our name patron saint of the void! RELATIONSHIPS: MISCELLANEOUS: STATS: ok i s

// a question, roslyn, for the both of us: how does one determine the weight of their soul? you, beset by misfortune from the day of your birth. struck a family in twain, hand in your mother's hand, left it behind for foreign skies. light blossomed in the strangest of places and you found a new home. line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line

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