Shikari

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

shikari: oh! thanks!! -> 100 flower petals from night.

<<eal:bsm>> Shikari | Lv. 1 | HP: 20/20 | EN: 20/20 | DMG: 7 | THORNS: 28 | MIT: 6 | ACC: 3 | LD: 3 | PROSP: 3

shikari: also thank you! :)

shikari: no? shikari: yoink!

shikari: thanks!

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

Skill(s) Being Dropped: r1 curved sword. SP Incurred Towards Limit: 4 SP Refunded: 4 Cost: 4k col.

shikari: oh hey neat! thanks dude! shikari: gimmie a sec, i'll have my contact pick up the others.

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.

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

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

"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

“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.”

it was a simple task to submit the revised details of the contract over to bistro, who shot back with a quirky, “so soon? that’s a new record.” but it wasn’t as though they’d had their signature down on anything just yet, so perhaps marquis and shikari were simply just fortunate their broker had so much trust in them. on their way to their destination, marquis had wondered why. “how do you think she’d found out about us?” the pitch was set to a distracted shikari, map open in his hands. they were not lost in a forest, as far as marquis was concerned – her second would’ve been able to

surely marquis could’ve said something then to change his mind, right? “crafting,” shikari then admitted, setting aside the parchment in his hands. “that’ll be the easiest way to write off my debt, i think, and learn more about what’s been going on out here whilst we were away in that cave. i can think of no better way to give you my support.” “no way,” came marquis’ objection. her arms were crossed. “you’d always been my number two.” the man smiled in return. “well, maybe i don’t like playing second fiddle to you that much; did you consider that?” “what–” “i jest,” he

marquis replied with a clenched fist. “three months,” she declared, steeling her resolve. “you won’t have to go paying us to do your work. cut us out of the profits – we just need to settle our debt, and then we’ll go our separate ways.” shikari nearly shriveled at the thought of not receiving his pay. bistro, however, perked up with excitement. “well, you certainly know how to barter! it’s a deal i can accept.” “perfect!” marquis exclaimed. she then promptly pulled out a quill and ink she stole from a nearby inn room, forgetting that any contract first had to be drafted first b

shikari immediately returned to his neutral pose, lost in thought. he gestured to the figure past the counter. “how do you figure not to impose that on us, bistro?” “that’s on me to know, and for you to find out,” bistro responds. now it is marquis’ turn to take a step backwards. “they’ve got surveillance on us know?!” “just about anything about nearly everybody who’s anybody is known these days,” bistro chides, as though it was a reminder towards their odd ten years approximate of residing within the same castle that contributed to their efforts. “it just depends on who o

“ah,” shikari started, just as marquis sighed, hanging her head low. the corners of his mouth were turned upwards with a grimace. “upon that revelation, I realize that we can’t afford it…” their broker’s pleasantries faded upon hearing that, and with a loud tch they turn about and leave. the edge of her cloak brushed against marquis’s face. “what a waste of my time,” could have been heard as she trailed off. “... is that really how they do business around here nowadays?” marquis asked, not earnestly expecting a reply. “well,” shikari replied, looking away with his arms folded as

Shikari | Lv. 1 | HP: 20/20 | EN: 20/20 | DMG: 1 the one on the right leaning against a tree trunk had his arms folded, mask mapped to his face. the other, a green haired lady, was straddling one of the benches in an odd manner of sitting. surely, it would be questionable to others about how they came to exist in this town, because given their demeanor and appearances, it would’ve become highly unusual to see them missing from it. but that was their story so far, if one were to ask. “are you a broker?” the lady in pink merely stiffened, and strode up to them i

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