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

the gemini didn’t look convinced. “and how does that make you feel?” “i… i feel…” demian felt his own hand trembling. he took a breath. “i imagine that it’s a gift, that so many others might’ve cherished if they had the same luxury. and i don’t feel it; i know it.” “so we are of the same,” the double said. “yes,” demian swallowed. “yes. i know you.” the gemini coughed in his struggle to laugh. “so you would claim to know me. then if i leave it unsaid, you would know of what i want?” “... change, is that it?” the gemini remained silent for a moment. “yes

demian contemplated on that answer. “does death count as change enough to you?” “i’ve watched you enough to tell that it does,” they admitted. “what with your excursion to the eleventh this morning.” “and pray tell, did you not want that?” they opened their mouth to speak. they found no words. “if you hadn’t come here, you could’ve lived your life, knowing you had to return here to watch us, but also be free to do what you wanted. is that not enough for you?” the gemini shut his eyes. “well? …is that enough for you?” demian wondered if he was in the mood to g

“i remember distinctly that this challenge was supposed to be initiated by players,” he said, “but it must first be issued by you. if you hadn’t sent the invite, i wouldn’t have come.” demian let the letter drop. it dampened upon contact with the water, and slowly dissolved into ashes once it hit the rock beneath it. “ah… that’s…” his quarry shifted their eyes. “so let’s face it together. ‘we both know why you really came.’ you knew it only had one outcome, and you took it anyway, so i ask of you: why did you take it? what were you hoping would happen?” now it was his turn

“if you claim to know what i might’ve gone through, what i’ve been through… why didn’t you find a different path instead?” demian blinked. he remembered what day had said to him before, and remained quiet. the gemini narrowed his eyes, and did what it knew to do. “let’s face it. we both know why you really came. if it wasn’t to die, it was to end me — so no threats would endanger your own way of living. to each their own means of survival; it was the same in the past, and it’s the same here.” his other placed a hand upon his own chest. “i wouldn’t have needed to attack you if you had

there were no visible differences to his face underneath that mask, but he figured it would’ve made the gemini less intimidated. at the very least, if he couldn’t accomplish that, it could’ve drawn their interest instead. he was right. demian saw the same red eyes staring back at him, and that was where he decided their square one would be. “you know, you don’t have to do this. there was only one conclusion to this skirmish, so why did you take it? what did you think would happen?” he saw his eyes turn downwards, an expression of shock melting away into one of sorrow. it was th

a pitiable sight. with an upwards swing against their hind, he sent the gemini flying, crashing further into the pond. their cloak was now soaked. demian’s had already disappeared. the sleeves of the coat that draped over him swayed gently with the tread of his steps. in his approach, the man rested the sword on his shoulders. silence hung between them. demian’s form creeped gently over the shaking gemini, sprawled beneath his shadow. his enemy looked like such a mess. it almost tasted like disloyalty to him, that it would show so much fear in lieu of what cardinal could do. he was famili

sloppy. was he always as such? the moment the announcement came and went, he ducked out the gemini’s way. his attacker went for a jab, having bounced backwards, ready on the ball of their heels, before striking out forward. a clean and obvious telegraph. no predictive quality behind its thought process, demian noticed. with a step to the left, he dodged it. then, he snapped his fingers, beckoning cardinal to swap his current equipment to a prepared loadout. trinket gone, what was there to replace it was his beginner’s armor paired with his standard sword. now, looking like the fighter he

at the back of a clearing in an obscure nook, they brushed past the broad-leaved foliage to reveal the heart of it all: the pond of reflection. demian had never been here before. rather, he had been to a place similar to it once, but never in this new, different instance. once inside, he was sure his clothes were going to get wet, stepping through the waters to fight his doppelganger. there was sound rationale behind having swapped to his old clothes before coming here, then. he had to give them credit though, there truly was a waterfall behind it all. how nice. if only cardinal had

he had the seal made shabbily into a vanity brooch. attached to his cloak, none would be the wiser about what it truly meant. with the exception of… “i heard there were a lot of hot spots nearby. if i got it wrong…” he felt their eyes fall towards the bait. and, with their smile, he knew he didn’t have to finish his sentence. “oh! of course! i’ll guide you to the proper location,” they said, and gestured for demian to follow. “it’s the one with the waterfall, right? i know where it is better than anyone.” if demian winced, it was simply because he hadn’t expected his gemini

he let basuke know of his absence for the afternoon past his rendezvous. flitted to the sixth, where he knew his quarry would be. and he spotted them fast. because the stranger was wearing the exact same cloak that he had on. he shouldn’t have been surprised. here he was, a dainty young fellow in nothing but farm boy’s clothes and bandages to cover up a broken eye. in the middle of krycim, he must’ve looked no different from his original self, trudging down the path to a new morrow, not knowing what dangers it might bring. the letter to him, only upon detailed inspection, said s