ALT | bishop, knight.

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"under my hands, you are a piece of fire that doesn't burn out." "it is courage, courage, courage, that raises the blood of life to crimson splendor."

♦ iris.   [directory.] | [i.] [ii.] [iii.] | invicta sumus. | we are indomitable. NAME: iris lavoie. GENDER: female           AGE: [young adult.] HEIGHT: 164cm(?) WEIGHT: [scribbled out.] BIRTHDAY: [august.] [BISTRO'S NOTES] splendid. immaculate. incomparable. these are the words that <iris> would use to describe herself and her intel, and so it is with caution that i warn players interacting with her to take her advice with a grain of salt. thankfully, the counterbalance of her travelling companion <jean> works wonders to give players a well-captured idea of both their dynamics and the information at hand. not to say that i don't trust <iris> alone, of course. she hasn't been wrong about her leads just yet, and her movements are easier to track than her counterpart's. rather, their origins are unusual, at best. two guild members straying from their mission's intended course; there is something to be said about players that fall out of the combat race, but they still hold peaceful relations to their previous companions. not many can say the same of their allies and connections. it is for the better that i take note of this, of course. Spoiler  BACKSTORY Spoiler [19/3/21] | RECORDING PLAYBACK.  | interview with <Jean>, on the subject of <iris>. ... jean: no. your guess is as good as mine. jean: ill tell you what i know. but if it clashes with what she's told you... jean: she tells me she comes from tuscan. if memory serves, that is in... italy. somewhere. bistro: i find that hard to believe. jean: does it matter? it's not like i've seen anything that indicates otherwise. jean: she doesn't like numbers. i bet her height's the only figure you'll get out of her. why do you take our measurements, anyway? bistro: bold of you to assume cardinal doesn't already have the digits on hand. jean: it's more personal when its in the hands of another human. with cardinal, i doubt anyone's manning that thing anymore. even if they do, i don't care. bistro: let's stick to miss iris, please. jean: she tells me she named herself after her real name, as most people do. just like me. jean: and she has a family. loving mom that passed away, dad that was the light of her life. treated her like a princess. younger sister who'd done well in school. he tried to treat them both as equals. bistro: is her sister in the game? jean: she's the only one that got in. said she'd give it a try before handing it off, making sure it was suitable for her in this environment. how she got a hold of the machine, i wouldn't know. she wouldn't say. but... bistro: but? jean: ... it's a silly hunch. she just... looks like someone i might've caught a glimpse once, on one of those live streams. a shooter game, perhaps. i'm not too sure. jean: she tells me she's not acclimatized to aincrad, but it's been years and she flows through the menus like its water. out of all the lies, that has to be the worst one. bistro: you know, i'd been thinking about it. if she's such an uncertain variable, why do you stay next to her? jean: that's an even worse question than the ones you've just asked. jean: because we only have each other in this castle of death. because we don't have anyone else. that's all. bistro: so you two chose each other-- jean: i'm done talking about this subject. give me your other questions. ...  | [recording paused.] VIRTUES&FLAWS Spoiler + [spirited] bistro: spirited? jean: you've seen her. she carries this enthusiasm about her, doesn't she? bistro: not that i've seen. jean: well i'm telling you she does. we banter a lot in the shop. and she'll give any new mechanics a try if it doesn't involve tough exertion, like combat.  jean: i can't tell you how many times she's practiced fishing just by watching me do it when we're taking a break from work. drop by if you don't believe me. i won't persuade you if you don't. + [regal] jean: same reason. but i was thinking more about her attire than otherwise. bistro: which reminds me, where does she get her clothes? jean: beats me. its not like i stalk her every movement, you know. just because we're partners doesn't mean we're joined at the hip every second. jean: but she's been dressed like that ever since we've met. cozy, but glamorous. like she lives in the city. an expensive city somewhere. jean: did you see it? she does this thing with her hand, too, the pinky raise thing. bistro: yes, yes i have... + [discerning] bistro: finally. if you hadn't told me something related to her work... jean: no, this isn't about that. though i have questions for you if you're thinking about probing into how reliable of an individual iris really is. bistro: do tell. jean: no. you hear me out, first. jean: it's rare to have things get past her notice. sometimes, despite the danger, we take her out just so we could have an extra supplier on our squad in case we need the inventory space. she gets some experience this way, too, hanging around the back. jean: but she catches the traps, watches the enemies. anyone can do that. iris just does it better. we could've brought a three-man team on stand-by duty and they'd flunk it. we've never had a problem with iris' eyes. jean: that's why she wants to put them to the test. that's why we want to put them to the test. and if she flounders-- jean: that'll just be my fault, at that point. ... - [secretive] jean: you know this by now. she's a puzzle. can't figure her out. bistro: and coming from you... jean: that speaks a lot, doesn't it? of course, you can trust me to be just as forthcoming as she is when i'm speaking about her. i'm her partner, after all. jean: so don't ask questions about iris. it's just a waste of time. you seek her out only for duties. anything else can be thrown to the wayside. we're not interested in small talk. you're only on thin ice because i've got time today. jean: and because you have something that we want. - [judgemental] bistro: if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were projecting your thoughts onto her. jean: you'd be lucky if i was projecting. you dont have to head home and hear her complain about the fifty different guild members she ends up serving or talking to every day. bistro: that has to be an exaggeration. jean: it is. we don't have that many friends in our list, even. jean: but she has qualms with everyone. big and small. i'm not exempt. i bet on some level, she hates the fact that i'm the only one she can trust in this world. in aincrad, i mean. - [sheltered] jean: you just want libel, at this point. bistro: so i can blackmail you two in the future, yes. jean: very funny. jean: she didn't know how to eat a mango, once. bistro: you're-- you're joking. jean: no. no i'm not. jean: she just wants to be treated like a princess all the time. i blame her dad. did too good a job and now no one's capable of meeting her standards. bistro: except you. jean: no. i just got lucky. jean: and all i can impart onto her are the different types of coffee and tea that i've made back in the real world. or how to fold clothes in five seconds, or how many different ways i can cook an egg. she's fascinated at things like that, like she's never seen the processes behind them before. it's stupid, really. bistro: endearing, if you asked me. jean: is this interview about you, me, or iris? bistro: good point. NOTES Spoiler bistro: that colour scheme... jean: so you noticed it too. bistro: it's highly eye-catching. how could i not? jean: at first, i'd wondered if she picked it up midway through her stay just to mirror my shirt's. it used to be blue, at one point. earthy neutral colours, she hasn't changed out of that. jean: but the red... i think it's supposed to mean something. at some point, we met this... hmm. jean: it was important to their culture, that's all. and for some reason, after a bit of addled research, i think she clung onto it. said it looked good on her. bistro: do you disagree? jean: ask me another question. bistro: so she cooks, does she? jean: you can say cooking all you like. its easier to do it in aincrad, and nothing she makes ever has the touch of a chef's work on it. jean: neither does mine compare, obviously. but it's much better than having the system auto-craft it for you, i can assure you of that much at least. bistro: what does she make? jean: macarons for display. cream puffs. panna cotta. she made a tiramisu once and i hated it. told her she should only make it when i was around to give it flavour. jean: don't laugh. getting my hopes high was needlessly cruel of her... bistro: i don't think she meant it to hurt. jean: no. no she didn't. bistro: your relationship with her. jean: must you press me on this? bistro: no. i just wanted to perish any lingering rumors. jean: don't bother. they'll always stick around for one reason or another. jean: we used the term 'sisterhood' back in our old guild. that's the reason for the offending ones. bistro: oh, no i concluded that part a while ago. i meant the other ones. your intimacy. jean: that is not for you to pry into. and i'd prefer it if this was off the table in our future discussions. bistro: right.

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contacts list. / story so far.

iris: there we go. jean: does it really matter right now? ... i'm the only one of importance for the time being, anyway.

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skills. / inventory. / storage.

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residency.

House Name: generic warehouse. Location: f12 / taft Plot Size: apartment. Description: bistro's idea of a storage space is a barely used townhouse. no one complains, because storage space is a welcome idea to a cradle of crafters. Spoiler rooms: 2/5 extended workshop -> bistro extended workshop -> demian yard: 1/1 extended workshop -> iris

 

Edited December 22, 2022 by iris

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Spoiler iris | HP: 60/60 | EN: 24/24 notes: // equipped item#1 item#2 item#3 battle-ready inventory // skills Spoiler   buffs Spoiler
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reference images.  Spoiler    playlist.  Spoiler    roleplayer's commentary.  Spoiler "don't do it there's so much nsfw i can't even" - on the topic of choosing iris' face claim.

 

 

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