Pollux

"You're trying to teach her the -- what was it..." Yue Hua needed to brush up on her familiar knowledge. "The scouting skill?" Myst hopped out of Firefly's arms, as if suddenly resistant to cuddles now that it remembered it was about to be put to work. It stuck close, however, rubbing against Firefly's leg when its owner's mood dimmed. Yue Hua watched the exchange, unable to suppress a smile. "If only Aincrad accepted therapy cats, she would have passed in an instant." This development comforted her. Ultimately, Yue Hua was not one to govern how her acquaintances ought to navigate t

Oh, it wasn't something, it was the cat itself. Yue Hua struggled to hold back a laugh at the poor thing's expense as Firefly sped off to try her suggestion. Now left alone with Myst, she stared up the tree and tried to make herself look as stern and unapproachable as possible without permanently traumatizing the cat and ruining any chance at friendship with it. She wiggled her tail. "I am a monster that eats bad cats and I shall gobble you up if you jump," she told Myst. The cat mewed. Yue Hua tried to translate its response without Firefly's help but was unsuccessful. At the very l

"We skip numbering fourth floors, too. Otherwise, no one would want to be in them. I agree that it's only in the nominal sense though. I think to completely eliminate the problem we should stop building floors above three entirely." 'Luck' wasn't what she would call it. Ghosts stuck around because they had regrets. In the hospitals she had stayed in back in reality, the hallway outside her room was bright 24/7 and there was always a nurse just around the corner when she called. She'd thought that was enough to deter them from appearing, but she would still occasionally find a strange shap

Down the hill of the Trackers Alliance's HQ, the door to Yue Hua's workshop swung open. The alchemist strolled out, freshly awoken from her late morning nap, all of her vanities in place. She basked in the sun for a few moments, stretching and brushing out her tail feathers, then she started up the hill. Mornings were for crafting. The rest of the day... Yue Hua had some vague goals to follow, not written down, but stored somewhere in the back of her mind, where one or two or the entire set of them would inevitably drop off into the realm of forgetfulness. Was she supposed to check all h

Yue Hua skipped out of the portal, her tail reappearing behind her. She glanced around, unused to and a little unnerved by the silence, and hurried along after Morningstar as he made straight for the edge of town. Yomi's spirits continued on their lonely course. The two trackers steered clear of them, but Yue Hua couldn't resist squinting at one from a distance. Its head drooped, incognizant of its surroundings. She stuck an arm out and waved; it need only look up at the clearly moving figure, but she didn't get a response -- only a foreign sadness gathering like a rain cloud at the edge

When the light had melted away and her ears had stopped ringing, Yue Hua took a moment to pick her jaw off the floor. And realize that the bear had -- somehow -- survived all of that and was clinging to the last of its health. At that point, killing Kumatetsu was a mercy. Yue Hua rushed in and smacked it before Morningstar could have another go. The bear’s collapsed form fragmented and an update from their quest trackers informed the two of the conclusion of their first hunt. “One down!” Yue Hua cheered, returning her sword to its sheath. She fixed her ruffled hair and clothes then

Yue Hua's tail vanished. The two crept as close to the edge of the brush as they could, and Yue Hua felt her compassion evaporate, seeing the piled remains of the bear's hunts. There was nothing inherently evil to an animal that could only follow its natural instincts. But it was not pleasurable to witness... or imagine. Her expression remained undisturbed. She slid her sword partly out of its sheath and gently knocked the back of her other hand against Morningstar's shoulder. "...Ready." Kumatetsu pulled off from the tree when it noticed the white and red figures approaching. It fac

厌倦你浪潮般涨落地爱我 当作莫名靠岸惶惑地来过 再说了从未幻想过你爱我 天马行空都埋没 At lunch with Morningstar, five more levels dropped into Yue Hua's lap. She gobbled them up indiscriminately. Stomach full and the eldritch speed of her leveling politely unaddressed by her dining partner, Yue Hua thought of messaging her benefactor a string of question marks but remembered they would prefer not to be contacted where Morningstar can easily see their name on her mail window. Guild leader and tracker were soon back on track, traipsing through the woods of Floor 8 to

Telrenya spun around to greet her, her voice bright and untouched by the bitterness of defeat, and the sun was a degree too warm once again. Yue Hua was about to slap herself -- nevermind her earlier musings on post-battle highs. She was, in this moment, certain that she was smiling too wide in a manner that wasn't becoming nor socially appropriate, but when she went to reign in her expression, she felt that it was no different from the characteristic politeness she usually wore. Merely a noticeable upward curve to her lips -- nothing to be losing her head about. Why was she fussing? "Yue

"Therefore, you need this more than me. Loosen up sometimes, you won't." (Sending back the above consumables to Arabelle.)

PH. -> MAIN ACTION: ST-I vs Kiru.

She was tired, cold, and suddenly angry. She stepped into view when her name was called, and at the audience's scattered cheers, she [remembered again] and looked up, glaring, as she tried to search for the culprit of half her current emotional state. It wasn't even a person, was the salt to the wound. Yue Hua spotted Wulfrin instead and the bitterness in her expression evaporated. She thought of waving around her reforged silver sword, but soon found that the most she could manage in the moment was draw it out of its sheath. She settled for a small, put-upon smile. "And--"

[post02.] Vanished, however. Spates of idleness were an extreme abnormality in her designation. She looked for her wherever she could. In the archives, in the information shelled out to her when she became her pair, in the eyes of everyone who had so much as breathed in her proximity. She asked, and was asked in return: [Continue to operate as instructed.] Left with nothing else to do, she lowered her hand to the water's surface. The tips of her fingers brushed with her reflection's and ripples spread outward in a loosely defined circle, distorting the image, rebounding off the

Sent through courier. Message attached. "Senior...! I wish to turn around my losing streak with a sword enhanced by your own hand. I will fight you with it, too, I suppose. I hope that my performance will be enough to justify ceding this small advantage to your soon-to-be opponent."

Kissing you (platonic). (Received.)