Demian

Demian | L18. | HP: 360/360 | EN: 64/64 | DMG: 16 | ACC: 4 | EVA: 3 | MIT: 36 | LD: 3 | AA demian’s expression hadn’t changed. “i have my ways,” he said, simply, before gesturing to an npc that was trying to catch their attention. “why don’t you just try to enjoy yourself while i settle the responsibilities?” “this could hardly be considered a collaboration otherwise,” iris objected, approaching the stall keeper. she shot him a glance over her shoulder. “but, if you insist.” the man shrugged. “well, one of us has got to gather the intel, right?” his words went

demian: pick up.

Crafted by: Culinarian | Rank 10 | source. no descriptions. GRILLED SABA FEAST | [#236029] | TIER 4 MEAL FEAST | MITIGATION III ACAI SPREAD | [#236028] | TIERLESS MEAL FEAST | OVERHEALTH III YAKITON TRAY | [#236027] | TIERLESS MEAL FEAST | PROTEIN II [notes.]: omg. im existing. it's rare meal feast. i re-id'd the snack feasts on purpose for this. so sorry o+< HONEYED CREAM PUFFS PLATTER | [#236026] | TIERLESS SNACK FEAST | ACC II MINI ECLAIR PLATTER | [#236025] | TIERLESS SNACK FEAST | EVA II POT OF MISO SOUP | [#236023] | TIER 4 SNACK FEAST | PROBIOTICS

10/21/24

for all his time having waited around, he had been expecting the other green cursor to have moved on towards the venue, if they were headed the same way. but being approached had its own benefits... or issues. "a rabbit? no, i'm not a..." his head was cocked to the side as he examined the other player. he paused when his words faded away. if that was a jab at his own disguise — well, two could play at that game, demian figured. he wasn't frustrated, just taken aback. so he closed his eyes and dove into the universe. read in between the lines. then, he woke up. "ah." his he

BREAKFAST FRY (3) SKEWER ROLL (26) YAKI HATAHATA (7) Crafted by: Culinarian | Rank 10 breakfast fry. | TIERLESS MEAL | PROTEIN II easy-over eggs. grilled bacon. greasy. tasteless. [06/10/24] | +3 skewer roll. | TIERLESS MEAL | PROTEIN II grilled meats. custom orders. tin foil. tasteless. [06/10/24] | +26 yaki hatahata. | TIER 1 MEAL | MITIGATION III grilled fish. skewed through. salted. tasteless. [06/10/24] | +7

10/06/24 my fry

[to format later. this is a rumor thread and i forgot how to set it up. but for now have this] here's how it goes. the third floor is of the home to fae. demian knows of half of entities on this floor are to be of suspect to the cause he was to pursue. suspect, to his nature, because they are very much alike in nature. deceptive. and they often hated outsiders. so as a man who often kept to himself, if he had to think like one of them to find out where a couple of missing green cursors had went off to, he'd know. at least, that was the rationale he'd came up with after bist

there seems to be a misplaced package here... to: @Omen yaki mochi. (11) | TIERLESS SNACK | ACC II small. light. puffy. tasteless. edamame. (11) | TIERLESS SNACK | EVA II green beans. salted. crunchy. mild. yakult. (7) | TIER 3 SNACK | PROBIOTICS III milky liquid. palm-sized cardboard bottle. cream-coloured. tasteless.

YAKI MOCHI (11) EDAMAME (11) YAKULT (7) yaki mochi. | TIERLESS SNACK | ACC II small. light. puffy. tasteless. [22/09/24] | +11 edamame. | TIERLESS SNACK | EVA II green beans. salted. crunchy. mild. [22/09/24] | +11 yakult. | TIER 3 SNACK | PROBIOTICS III milky liquid. palm-sized cardboard bottle. cream-coloured. tasteless. [22/09/24] | +7

22/09/24

now, whatever was this still doing in his inventory? demian rolled his eyes. he should've left it for bistro when he'd went to pick up his letter. a check later, to see if her store was at least open for the drop-off, he started on closing up shop temporarily, just so he could mosey down to the town of beginnings for the small errand. no idea why bistro could never leave her own confines, but he had to. he placed the halberd down by the counter. bistro was nowhere to be seen. and he could've left it at that, let the alchemist pick it up when she was undisturbed, available.

thread summary. demian. + 2180xp | (340 * 2) + 1500 + 400col + <<disguise.>>

“aww,” demian cooed, leaning in his chair. “what a loyal dog.” “yup, that’s me,” day replied under her breath, shaking the gloom off her shoulders. when he reached out for his own glass and she turned to face him, earnest. “and what about you? how did your little date go?” “no other dogs around here than you.” demian’s arms were folded, and there was a wistfulness that lingered on his face. “it could’ve gone better.” “what about mostima? you could’ve gone and found her to complain to instead.” “visiting my brother.” “aww,” his friend cooed back, back straightened. “yea

he strolled in through the doors of a different cafe this time. it was at sundown, and for some reason, in taft, there wasn’t much of a sign that the player base was returning to rest just yet. and day had been present faster than he’d expected. “back so soon?” she asked. demian simply took a seat beside her, a nod the best acknowledgement she would receive. the whole time during his entrance, she’d been slumped over the square table. there were drinks already present, too, which meant she didn’t need his green cursor to get what she needed. he took note of the place for future refe