NIGHT

night waved her off, trying to hide a smile. if anything, seeing her other sparkling with excitement had almost made the trip worthwhile. almost. she bet she could’ve gotten it through other means, but if what she’d meant to investigate wasn’t all that fair to begin with… something shifted, however, as they began their descent. as though the earth itself was provoked. a rumble from the mountain. night looked to day, head tilted. “what, exactly, was that?” day simply shrugged. they got close to the tunnel that the path was to wind them through, and only then did night receive a tap on

it was almost insanity, by this point. night waved her blade away just to roughen her hair out of irritation. day merely looked confused. “no luck?” “not in the slightest…” “what…?” now her mood shifted to one of annoyance, all the same. “where in the world were you supposed to end up at…? are you even sure your info’s not faulty, at this point?” “i trust my brokers,” night iterated. “a little too much,” day said. “yes, a little,” night found herself saying, punching in her complaint. she wasn’t getting a response fast enough, and so decided to wave away her messa

day shook her head. “if you think it’ll help, then sure, by all means.” “it’s not noble,” night said, hand clenched around her sword. “but if someone’s got to do it…” the resonance from her oathkeeper were quiet when she felled them. it only took her two swings: either a show of her own force, or a testament to how far gone the griffin snacks had been. night shook her head, closing her eyes as she turned away from the nest, muttering an almost audible, “sorry,” had day chosen to pay attention to her. instead, the construct was at the edge of the peak, looking out towards the res

the pair had heard a sad cry from within, and were immediately set upon by a rabble of lizardmen. each of them were of a different hue from the rest, and they’d been hurt in one way or another — scars upon their back, or a limb torn and healed over. one of them was even clambering their way out of the cavern’s nest, dragging themselves and their one leg across the bone-littered rocky floor. “ah, man,” night muttered under her breath. they didn’t seem especially hostile, but it hurt to look at the poor creatures trying to worm their way out. day had her eyes narrowed, almost wincing, when

so much for a good idea. day, meanwhile, had landed absolutely fine. she towered over her player, offering a hand to her. “see? look — we’re on the peak of the floor! in record time! you should tell your broker that. i’m sure you’ll get an award for it or something.” “yeah,” night said dryly, taking day by her hand. “that i cheated to get up here.” “you mean you found alternative measures.” “yuki climbed a mountain,” she shot back, “on her own. without alternative measures.” day helped her up. the griffin had landed upon an alcove at the peak, and made its home upon a large

with a swing onto their mount then, day threw the egg up into the air — “catch!” — precisely at the angle where it would land onto night’s lap. instantly, and with a screen, the boss’ health bar showed — “oh.” — and the griffin promptly took to the skies. night yelped. day clung onto her player for her dear life, exhilarated. the griffin, which lacked a proper saddle or reins, started to traverse the path it was meant to take back to its lair — while trying to shake the player and her follower off. the ride was bumpy, and night thought she was going to fall —

so she folded her arms, doing her best not to sulk, but also trying to remain unimpressed amongst all other possible presentations. “hmph. well, i’ll give you that. at least you came up with a decent idea this time around, with respect to my personal wishes.” “well,” day lied, “what else am i here for?” beyond the snarling of the beast day was playing around with, there sat an uncomfortable silence between them. “se…” “sex?” “sex— okay, don’t even start with that.” with a hand to the griffin’s forehead, day held it still for a moment, allowing night to climb upon its

day started to spin the egg on her index finger, like a basketball trick. a hand on her hip, she gave night the most relaxed smile possible. “so we’ll use this guy. all you have to do is climb on board, holding this egg, and you’ll be set. you won’t have to tell me where we’re going, and you get to see where you’re going when you’re looking at the floor from above.” she turned, her back towards night. “well? that’s really clever of me, isn’t it? i’m not hearing you~!” night had to admit — this sounded like the sketchiest plan ever. she wasn’t even sure what the egg day had in her han

day tossed her a look, a mischievous grin. the egg in her hand must’ve been larger than the griffin’s head, and yet it seemed to approach the gemini with ferocity. with anger. with caution. “so, here’s what i figured,” day started, tossing the egg around almost recklessly, but always catching it with a juggler’s finesse. both night and beast were wincing with each risky act day performed, even though night was the one who knew better — day would always catch it in the end. “if we keep going around in circles like this on the ground, we’d never get anywhere. right?” “day—” her do

day rolled her eyes. as night set her steps forward, day remained behind. it was the sight of something flying overhead, casting its shadow downwards that caught both adventurers off-guard. it was then that day had an idea. night wouldn’t have noticed it at the time — only when the gemini’s machinations were complete that she did notice the chaos brewing behind her back. with a whistle, her attention was called, and the player turned to notice day’s large golden egg. “hey, what the–” in an instant, the shadow that had once passed them by made its round back towards the duo.

“i’d stop asking if you’d just told me where we’re going…” the player groaned. what kind of place would she give a name to about a dragon’s nest? shouldn’t the dragon technically be naming its home itself? it was between that, and the slight change in day: a sudden anxiety that had gripped her in needing to know. where had that impervious attitude gone? plus, didn’t day trust her to guide their way? they’d stopped in the middle of a plateau, acting as crossroads, its paths surrounded by a cluster of steep slopes. there were no signs to indicate directions (a weird quirk, night o

night: thanks

"i said officiating, not official." night had been seated beside yuki the entire reception since the start of the wedding. the two of them appeared to be dressed differently than expected -- and all of it was night's fault, for not completely getting the details as concrete as they should've been. there was the heat at the beach, sure, so most had dressed down for the occasion... but it was heat that night was entirely used to, either via survival or her natural inclinations, and hence she'd showed up in a full tuxedo, formal as ever. poor yuki, she would've thought. but her friend d

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if night was any less embarassed and caught up with their subject matter at hand, she would’ve started taking notes. and, in the event she actually did take the time to go over her notes had she taken them down, she would’ve found them to be absolutely useless. this wasn’t due to the fault of an, bless her heart for explaining. night simply didn’t know how better to understand the concept, this 'sense' or 'read' that her friend was beginning to explain. 'different strokes for different folks' — she got it. 'you would be likely to know if they came to you to tell you' — she got that down t

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she watched acanthus heal her familiar, nodding as her companion spoke. "though i think i'd be more concerned if someone was used to seeing blood at all. i'd imagine them a doctor, perhaps." once kumaki seemed to be better, night watched it look at nyanko with a blank stare. not like the kitten seemed to mind. he simply beeped with interest at its new friend's healthy demeanor. with the rain lightening up outside, night wondered if they should start on their way back. acanthus had a different plan -- a better one. "that sounds like a good idea," night replied, starting to head downstairs.

09/16/24

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"why are we sneaking?" she'd almost fallen over at the sudden surprised. instead night simply jumped, turned to notice koga, and then shoot him a glare. not that she was going to hold him accountable for anything, but beyond partaking in their ritual, the group started to head down the labyrinth. the lone orange in the group proved himself, once again, to be just as efficient as she'd remembered him being. no one else had sounded off on the worries of being around the said crystal, except freyd. night shot her hand up. "sure. pin it on me." the last time they'd been in proximity

09/15/24

night shrugged at his question. and then, as though to reiterate one of the only few points she did remember from the librarian's speech, she spread out her hands in a 'grand gesture' and lowered the pitch of her voice. "the universal truth... why the territories exist at all!" thankfully, they'd only just entered the heart of the city once night's little act was done, so she didn't have to worry about embarrassing herself too much. instead, she fell into step beside him. "something about the territories either being one in the first place, or finding out the reason why this floor's

“Yes. I’d like to name her Kumaki." "kumaki," night echoed, before acanthus went on to tell her about her stuffed bear. she broke out a smile as her companion laughed. "that sounds nice. responsible of you in the past to have tried." “I believe mom hid her when she felt I’d grown too old for stuffed animals, but I doubt she threw Kumaki away. I’ll have to find her when this is all over.” there was a moment of quiet in the interim. night had wondered what it must've been like for acanthus to have to part with kumaki when it got taken away from her. she stopped considering it when

so that was the case for an, coming from england -- the way that it didn't seem so out-of-the-ordinary to night really made her contemplate on how everyone's lives must've been like, to not need and even discover such a state of being different existing. night nodded as her friend talked about herself, noticing an drawing her axe; but she was more on guard about their conversation than their surroundings. enemies, she could combat with ease. personal vulnerability was a whole different ball game. and yet, night felt as though she was even safer letting her guard down. she sighed in advanc