NIGHT

| 10/04/24

she'd practically been caught, having never intended to be present in the shop during daylight, and yet for a quick spring clean and a check-in on her favourite little familiar, who should've popped in but one of her friends? night hummed over the order received, setting aside payment. to them it wasn't much worth being miserly over. to nyanko it was his new toy (for now). "in a minute," she told him, disappearing to the backroom with a handful of metal lumps. in that amount of time likewise, the artisan was out, raising a magnifying glass to her craft to inspect her work before handing i

r10 artisan | x12 daily crafting attempts | cd tool [from here.] laurel earcuffs. | TIER 1 JEWELRY | LD III [desc.]: brass earcuffs fashioned with the imagery of leaves and vines. [ids.]: 221709-1, 221709-2, 221709-3 basalt. | TIER 1 JEWELRY | ACC III [desc.]: unshapened but polished black rings carved from stone. it's lined with smooth polished gold within. [ids.]: 221709-4, 221675, 221667 wolf pendant. | TIER 1 JEWELRY | ACC III [desc.]: a wolf's head carved out of blackwood, with imperfections highlighted in gold. polished and strung up on dark cotton rope.

| 08/04/24

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"what?" night tilted her head, absentminded, maintaining her stance at the ready as lilith scrambled out of her current pitstop. "no way. i wouldn't have wanted my attack to go through you. that 100% wasn't going to hit you -- you move fast. you can dodge out the way." rather, what night did expect was for koga to be on the ball for breaking down lilith just as she sent the boss hurtling towards him, almost as though chaining a combo. though, given their combat pace, the moment her friend would've wanted to retaliate with his own response, the vampiress had freed herself and immediat

r10 artisan | x12 daily crafting attempts | cd tool [from here.] laurel earcuffs. | TIER 1 JEWELRY | LD III [desc.]: brass earcuffs fashioned with the imagery of leaves and vines. [ids.]: 220904, 220905, 220921, 220923 basalt. | TIER 1 JEWELRY | ACC III [desc.]: unshapened but polished black rings carved from stone. it's lined with smooth polished gold within. [ids.]: 220914, 220915, 220916, 220941-1 wolf pendant. | TIER 1 JEWELRY | ACC III [desc.]: a wolf's head carved out of blackwood, with imperfections highlighted in gold. polished and strung up on dark cotto

| 28/03/24

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one violent swing -- despite the reach of her blade, it wouldn't come into contact with bleeding giant's surface. merely, like the wave of a wand, the sword skimmed the dog's back and swept away the colors of killjoy from the world. when it shriveled, its figure glowed white before bursting into fragments of light. night sighed at the same time she heard the faint noise of a second exit portal breaking open behind her. its white light spilled over their forms, and she offered a hand to star. for a split second, she thought of home. "it really didn't like you, huh? and you were so friendl

tight spaces should've been a little easier for night -- small size and all that. but her fighting style had always kept the use of greatswords in mind, and so came the woman's defensiveness as star took the lead in the strike afterwards. night slipped back to make room, once it became apparent that the dog was gunning towards the player who'd freed it from its cage. damn, hadn't it heard of not biting the hand that feeds it? (maybe it got hungry being stuck in there for so long.) the mutt's single-mindedness meant it had a blind spot, and night was banking on exploiting this as

"So you've come," boomed an unfamiliar voice through the keep. "oh," night muttered. "goddammit." down the hall was a large room in disarray. was it used for functions in the past? given the decor, it seemed that it should be so, but the throne ahead highlighted a kind of irregularity that night couldn't place reason to. "Monologue incoming," koga had said. "i'd already tuned out," night replied, quiet. "--Why, how dare you? Have you no manners?" to be honest, it wasn't like their enemies had any manners, either. only courteous to introduce oneself during a first

"... no way just 'a little'." sure, maybe star wasn't cast to do specific numbers that put his character on center stage, to sing. but it was hard for night to believe he was anything but great at what he had to do, opportunity offered to his talent or otherwise. she might've winced at his question back. "i don't think i can compare to 'mister broadway' here. karaoke doesn't really count..." when they broke into the bedroom, night wasn't too certain if star had guessed its inhabitant to be dorothy or the witch. either way, whilst she was inspecting the decor along the walls, her comp

so he was taking her advice, wasn't he? not that night was in a baby-sitting mood to do a double take, given the threat that still loomed beneath them. the thinking didn't help. if anything, her strategy leaning into recklessness was probably the best way to go in lieu of a better option. so, fuck it. one more sword art, with the burning intent to pierce the veil of the storm. another jolt of white. defying gravity once again was child's play for the system handling her movements. what she didn't expect, yet hoped for instead, was the cut through the rolling boss' armor, and the sens

stuck in stasis again. if it weren't for the blustering gales, perhaps she would've had time to slow down and line up her shot. once more she channeled what focus she could muster (not a lot) and aimed for the rolling beast -- only to mistime her strike and sail back into the air, just as it barely buffeted her drifting by. and... was there really nothing she could do about it? night huffed. how was the scrapling doing? better than her, it seemed, because at least he was stuck on solid ground, out of the way of the boss. she yelled in his direction: "it's got to let up at some point!

so night did, nonchalantly, piercing through the heart of the last winged monkey. she stepped through the rising ashes of its corpse once she'd jiggled her sword's tip from the floor. "too bad," she commented, unsure of how to follow up from there. that status -- child star (was she familiar with it...?) -- made it difficult for night to ask questions without possibly feeling like an insensitive idiot, she realized. but also, beyond pure curiosity, an ignorance was matched in turn. could she imagine what that kind of lifestyle must've been like? she barely even knew how people outside of

"i'd take a list," night shot back. despite her personal ratings of the places he'd mentioned, it was still worth noting what the active adventurers of aincrad were doing, keeping track of their whereabouts just in case there needed to be some sort of gathering again. like with floor boss fights, bistro would've reasoned. i wouldn't want to go losing anymore friends, night thought instead. they continued with the theatre talk. "so you had to sing, too? did your cast mates ever take you to one of those bars for a gathering? the ones where performers volunteer on a scheduled night out drink

no sooner past being thrown up in the air that night shot herself downwards again, with a bounce to her step, the player testing the waters of the force behind the wind's repel. an attack cancel meant much in the way of movement, but against the harsh breeze it was almost impossible to make a stand against the pangolin. and, it was just as quick that she remembered she'd missed her target--- there was a tingle at her back then. call it a fighter's instinct, but night swerved and twisted her body out the way, while her sword swept against dust, and found the harsh scales of her opponent in

'only a moment' was the acting phrase. only a moment, because the moment it started to swerve to pick up momentum again, so too did the battleground for the players turn aerial, consumed by a while-lasting tornado. literally, night *couldn't* be standing for this. it took her an effort to struggle, circling her position as she tried to retreat into herself, a tight ball, limbs locked in, only to burst out of place with an irritant, forceful [straight] to slam herself back to the ground. her footing only brushed earth for a second, enough for the woman to swerve and pick up her blade,