NIGHT

It would've been one thing if she'd only seen the jacket once. But for some reason, it appeared once more, right before her eyes and draped across the counter in absolute, pristine value. She'd have to take it for modifications later, of course. But it was eerie how it kept finding its way to her. Or perhaps, under a less-suspicious MMO player's guess, it was merely a standard drop of the incredibly funk-ridden bunny. "I... uh." A swallow, then a furrowing of brows. Even as her sights darted around its outline, there was no mistaking the jacket to be true. One more final check -- the

-- Because the rest of the crafts were important, and they were reserved for her. The quiet squeaks down the worn steps of the Cintamani were only accompanied by the opening and closing of the front door, just as NIGHT shuffled into the room with nary a word to utter to her business partner. Standard practice would often beckon a greeting; it was polite to do so, after all. But both the client and their broker knew very much of the stakes that were to be laid out in front of them. Anything that was to be said could be said in silence with well wishes and a focused mind towards their

Skill(s) Being Dropped: Parry | when did i take this? Mod(s) Being Dropped: Reveal SP Refunded: 12 + 9 = 21 Cost: 21,000 col

"I'll take a handful of them," NIGHT mentioned, picking a bottle of Dragon's Breath off the shelf. There were so many these days; surely that peace wouldn't last for long. "You know the drill by now." A handful of col dropped onto the counter. Still, the system registered it as a pouch rather than a tossing of coins. Bistro retrieved the package with her palm outstretched, watching her wallet numbers rise as her client began picking bottles off their display. Then she tilted her head. "Since when have you been crafting that much these days?" "Who said anything about craftin

Call it a desperate maneuver, or perhaps a moment of motivation. For whatever reason, NIGHT had decided she'd sat at peace with her lot of unidentified items for long enough, taking the important bulk of her stored haul over to the cosmic fortune that was Pandora's Wares. Fingers crossed. She had an important request to be made today. "Identifications," the player started. It had to be a mix of hope, concern and folly trapped within her violet gaze, the singular give away that her request was not-at-all of deep-rooted confidence. A trade of the equipment via a window, alongside a num

If the shop had found her again, who was she to deny its presence? (By all means, NIGHT would've wanted to keep walking. But her instincts were wanting, and there was only one place she could imagine would satisfy her need for a weapon change.) Aside from the awful stench of the store, there was, in fact, something of great interest to the player on display. Curious. And yet none of her col might've satisfied the shop owner, she knew. One look at the blade she'd had on, and then another to one of the shop's assistants. "Hey," she called out to one of them, summoning forth Dragon