NIGHT

'never mind?' 'toying with us?' if night had stopped, it was to take in the nonchalance of the masses right after that very distinct death call. she'd faltered from the whiplash, bile and ire culminating in her mouth. this was a first for her. at no point in the raid fights prior had she seen such a level of... incompetence? no. maybe inaccuracy would've been the better word for it. amongst the chaos, and passing off the benefit of the doubt to the boss and its potential for misguiding the judgement of players, hypothetically night could buy the idea that it was more than just whispers th

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@Wulfrin echoes. | [#238607] | TIER 2 TRINKET | ACC III, PARA-I | >> [desc.]: a pair of simple ear cuffs that resemble a silver mongoose with small sapphires set to resemble its small beady eyes. night: thanks for feeding my cat night: but dont do it again he doesn't need the extra fish

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r10 artisan. cd tool. echoes. | [#238594] | TIER 2 TRINKET | ACC III | >> [desc.]: a pair of simple ear cuffs that resemble a silver mongoose with small sapphires set to resemble its small beady eyes. Whispers of Resistance Mk. II [#139950] [acquired here] T2 Perfect Trinket -- Accuracy | Loot Die | Paralytic Immunity [reference] A two-toned snow crystal. Studded with large central rhinestone and sparkling diamonds laid on a silver-plated base, the brooch imparts swiftness and protection to its user. | [✦] -> ITEM FUSION. | +1 shard, +1 scale. echoes. | [#2386

08/12/24

a shriek ear-piercing cut through the dark. it was enough for night to flinch, wincing, a hand held up to her ear. was that mina? her health hadn't sunk lower than expected. what had happened? then she heard a rally cry from a voice deeper than the one she just heard. mac? it took time for her to realize that one of their own had fallen. faster still was her sword arm, plunging her blade into callisto's supposed hide, because in the darkness it was hard to tell who else was around, and harder still to believe that a player was dead. if that were the case, she'd see his absence with her ow

the best way to track down a tank would be to get in close. in the dark, that's what night was doing -- sword in hand swiping at callisto as it got too close for comfort, and then came yuki's voice, to help her navigate in the dark. "yuki?! where are you?" there had to have been that snarl, the attempted bite from the bear itself, and yet no deepening of color from her health bar ever came at the corner of her screen. hirru's barrier was working. night moved in, then, guessing at where her paladin friend was going to be -- not that callisto would mind. it already had its sights turn

so she had been. night was glad that the walk over to the library had been short, no thanks to demian's navigational skills (he knew where all the shortcuts were, apparently). and, to her surprise, there had been a queue of players present. she folded her arms, and joined bistro at the back of the line. might've uttered a small prayer at demian's curt leave, watching him join iris and basuke in the corner, but she regarded bistro afterwards, attention unwavering. "how quickly is this moving?" "i might've been waiting here for 15 minutes." there must've been five to six players a

NIGHT: i have petals that are important to people?? | og thread. [>>] | -> night (1756) -> demian (100) -> bistro (100) -> iruma (100) -> asura (100) -> basuke (100) -> iris (100) -> marquis (100) -> shikari (100)

what was about those flower petals she'd somehow obtained on that floor tour earlier? bistro had said something about handing them into the attendants. night was mostly confused. the instructions towards locating them had been inaccurate, to say the least, or maybe night was just worse at following instructions with something else at the top of her mind. what was it that bothered her? they chanced upon the same game that they'd played back in lichten. night grabbed day's cloak and pointed at the stall. "i want another round at it." and this time, she found out that they were pla

thread closing. + 11,572 xp | ((668 * 15) + 500) * 1.1 + 695,907 col | 691372 + 2000 + 800 + (xp * 0.15) + 12 gleaming scales + 9 demonic shards + 1 mon + quest: strings (4/4) + event: flower petals (2556) + combat loot.

they didn’t walk to braso this time, as with their travels the last. they’d almost hitchhiked it back to ronbaru for the ride there, until day pointed out the wagons moving out of town, hidden away in their own corner near one of the other city exits. they clambered on back of one, and allowed the rider to escort them off targok premises, gearing up for the persistent winter instead as they rode through the ice and snow. the two were silent about their own desires in the interim, but huddled close for warmth, the excuse enough of a facade for night to claim plausible deniability if she was eve

mutually assured survival was something night decided she could get behind. she returned the embrace, that kiss, the lock of lips, and broke away after she felt the party atmosphere a little too stifling for their advances present. that they still had an objective to fulfill, paired with an internal timer to return to partaking in life’s activities while they still had waking time, seemed only reasonable — and it seemed equally so that day hadn’t complained or pushed her further. rather, day escorted night out with her hands around night’s arm, seeming a little hesitant or shocked afterwards.