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- Birthday May 19
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Shikari | Lv. 1 | HP: 20/20 | EN: 20/20 | DMG: 4 | THORNS: 18 | MIT: 6 "what even is that, anyway?" "not something you'd actually want inflicted on you as a real person." the two strode in, unaware of their carelessness. there were only a few days left before the festival ended, and they hadn't even wanted to look through the event. "it's not like we've done so before," marquis had stated nonchalantly with a shrug. bistro's message had hung in between them like a loaded gun. "why find the need to now?" "it sounds like fun," shikari returned with a nod, after a
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shikari: oh! thanks!! -> 100 flower petals from night.
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<<eal:bsm>> Shikari | Lv. 1 | HP: 20/20 | EN: 20/20 | DMG: 7 | THORNS: 28 | MIT: 6 | ACC: 3 | LD: 3 | PROSP: 3
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shikari: also thank you! :)
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shikari: no? shikari: yoink!
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shikari: thanks!
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shikari: omg ur shield's so neat though i wish i had smth like that now :( marquis: u could just marquis: buy another piece shikari: ure right o_o
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Skill(s) Being Dropped: r1 curved sword. SP Incurred Towards Limit: 4 SP Refunded: 4 Cost: 4k col.
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shikari: oh hey neat! thanks dude! shikari: gimmie a sec, i'll have my contact pick up the others.
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[F22 | R8 Blacksmith] Sentinel Armaments (Open)
Shikari replied to Wulfrin's topic in Merchants and Shops
so this was how the twenty-second looked like? shikari had been taken by the sights along the way, hands in his pockets, until he stumbled upon the blacksmith's at the address he was given. he felt as though he needed to take notes on the design of his own smithy, but all things would be done in due time. instead, he spent much of his attendance browsing the shop's wares, before deciding he needed something custom. the tabulated cost was nothing but an eye sore to him. "let's see," he started. "we're looking at outfitting someone who looks like a tank here. and maybe a bow for myself -
shikari: received! <- from marquis: Standard Spiked Plating | TIER 1 HEAVY ARMOR | THORNS II. standard-issue beginner's spiked plating.
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shikari grabbed her shoulder, trying to pull her away from the steps. was she in danger? she decided not to move. meanwhile, their intruder simply paid them no mind, save for one last glance to both figures cut in that darkness, before rolling her eyes and making her exit. one leap — the same way she had made her entrance. additional dust from the broken rubble spilled through the ceiling in her wake. shikari stopped. marquis examined the crime scene left. the blade was missing, now, both parts of it. it was a miracle it was kept intact in the first place after its initial split, she cons
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that was not exactly what would happen, however. out of nowhere, there was a crash of something great directly in front of her. the stand was shattered into pieces from the impact of the collapse -- marquis only had time to register what was happening with a glance towards the ceiling (the exposed opening from the roof?) as she backed away from the sudden threat. "marquis!" and, even without a weapon in hand, her partner still had her back. when the dust cleared, what blade, now broken, was laid across the floor in pieces, yet the parts were still technically whole. the fi
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"i'll wait for your return," she said. "as will everyone else." he laughed even further, waving a hand at her. "no, please don't.” his recovery was swift, his arms folded. under his mask he wore a smile. “i'll make it on my own time. you go on ahead, like the shooting star you've decided to be." "what....?" the comment caught her off-guard. her mouth shifted from an 'o', forming a grin on her sheepish face. and, she did so wanted to laugh too. a scoff, void of negativity, left her instead. "now where did that come from...?" shikari shrugged. the compliments trade
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“okay, einstein, what am i supposed to be looking for?” “small temple,” he recited, as though a mantra not formed from bistro’s broken scribbles on the parchment. “made out of stone. smooth stone, almost golden in color, washed out in saturation against the brightness of the sun.” his friend sniffed. “in a clearing, or…?” “in a clearing in the forest. that’s why we’re here.” marquis scoffed, dropping her hand. she started to walk again, too, though her eyes were set on the scenery than remaining idle. “you know, it might help you look if you take off that mask of yours.”