NIGHT

'just a feeling you get'? was that how it worked? and even all that explanation from andromeda, she still couldn't get it. fine; fuck it. she didn't need to figure it out in that moment. night would've rather stewed on the clarification kat gave instead. because kat could've just left without an apology. what was her motive? it wasn't worth it to go hunting down someone after a fight — a valid strategic move — just so you could apologize to them. that didn't seem to make any sense to night. if catching her off-guard had been katoka's goal, it'd been achieved, with collateral or otherwise.

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so now, how was night supposed to feel? placated? relieved? none of those feelings had washed over her, even after watching katoka take a bow. was the apology supposed to comfort her? how pointless it had seemed. all night could do to help herself was rub the back of her own neck, still running hot under her skin. because, the apology would’ve meant that, if kat hadn’t taken that gamble and put her own feelings at risk, night would’ve remained at an advantage. she would’ve won. was that true? an unbelievable thought — not that night trusted herself to have won the match in an alternate un

night wasn’t sure whether to laugh, or to go off on a reasonably detailed explanation for why ‘being able to see things in the dark’ as a perk wasn’t often a sound investment of one’s skill points. (tooltip: you can avoid all of the problems of being unable to see things in the dark by… never going in to the dark! wow!) technically, night could simply feel her way in the dark if she was so desperate to make it through a deep void. it wasn’t often that she had to do it, but it’s not as though she hadn’t done it before. her answer became simple, then. “i don’t.” they trundl

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| NIGHT | Lv. 154 >> P. 120, Lv. 34 | Status: don't - think - about - it. Notes: sheet found [here]. ID243503 | ld17 | initiative. this week, against her ex-duel partner? it had to happen at some point. and night had tried not to consider how the fight would've gone before it happened, lest her rumination flare up the pre-skirmish anxiety. come the day of the fight, night scrounged together what she had and went to the fourth. her hand fidgeted with her necklace, hoping it would bring her some comfort. just bar

in her anger, she'd completely discarded the idea of teleporting out. night instead chose to take a walk to try and cool her head off. but, in the end, with katoka trailing behind her unexpectantly... "Night please! I want to talk, to apologize!" ... it made no difference to her mood nor attitude, so night observed. "Damnit, would you slow the hell down?" "stop trying to follow me," night went, throwing the sentiment over her shoulder. in true pettiness, her tone had shifted; from neutrality, a command rather than a slight, to words dipped intentionally in malice. "yo

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i dont see a sword though. (approved)

accepted. shards sent.

oh my god i didnt even notice you posted mb.