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R5tSbC7.png | NIGHT
 | Lv. 150 >> P. 117, Lv. 33
 | Status: kbtity

 Notes: n/a
 

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another spam message from olympus.

plz help!!!! our grasses r in big danger n we need u to save us!!!! pay 10,000,000 col now so that we can construkt our defenses against the nymean lions!!!! or pay 50,000 col on a 10 year plan for -30% off...

bistro closed the window. night opened it again once it was forwarded to her.

"why are you even entertaining this?" night growled, sending the message off for deletion. "it's literally a waste of your time? i'm sorry, when you said you'd joined a guild i didn't think you mean you signed on for a newsletter that sells your contact info off for spam. what kind of an info broker are you?"

"a good one," bistro wryly protested. she then brought up what night was really here for – more information about zyrmith – and her client shut up immediately. "see this? you need what the lion can provide you."

night grumbled. "did you really have to convey this to me via spam message?"

"yes."

"fuck off."

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NIGHT: anyone avail n can act as a loot drop body
NIGHT: field boss req suxs
NIGHT: f17 much love

night had asked for help from her friends list, because she was sure cardinal didn't like it when non-players attended the field bosses. not that she was expecting anybody to show up to begin with -- but that was mostly out of her own dread and fears than the worth of her companions. with a sigh, she waited by the teleporter on the seventeenth, trying to avoid the gaze of the satyr waiting nearby for a crafter who hadn't yet showed up. 

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“I can’t believe the game let me make this,” Oscar said.

It had all begun with him hijacking an airship on Floor 24. From there, his own chaotic creativity took over. Everyone seemed so depressed. Ice cream helped with that. A strange amalgamation of ice cream and confections prowled the Floor. Hull replaced with a waffle cone. Engines that ran on Rocky Road. Bullets replaced with sprinkles, missiles with chocolate-dipped ice cream cones.

It was a beautiful sight. Oscar took some small satisfaction in his mobile base. It was always a good pastime to menace the very real and super serious dogfights with nothing more than infinite gallons of Neapolitan.

The message came through as Oscar stood on the prow of his ship. The Moose Tracks hovered amidst several smoldering vessels. As it turns out, sugar is very good at disabling engines on a permanent basis. The wind whipped past his face, making the giant of a man squint as he opened his menus. Night was calling and Oscar would be happy to drop everything on her behalf. Not like he was doing anything super important at the moment anyway.

“Take aim,” he ordered to no one in particular. He had no crew to speak of. Only a self-sustaining ship that followed his verbal commands. The vessel heaved, turning broadside towards the main settlement. As it settled, Oscar waited a few seconds before giving his second command.

“Fire.”

A triple stacked ice cream cone launched toward the settlement like a missile. As it did, Oscar launched himself toward it. He took hold of the sweet projectile, slinging himself over to the top of it and planting his feet upon the waffle surface. The next bit took expert timing. With pinpoint precision, he was fired toward the Teleportation Platform. And with expert timing, he activated the dias’ powers. Oscar surfed upon his giant treat through the endless expanse of space. In the distance, settled amidst the chaotic swirling aether, there was a small, brilliant light. It grew ever more massive as Oscar surged through the expanse.

Eventually, he was engulfed by the light. Screaming out of the void like a banshee, Oscar launched from the main settlement on Floor 17 straight to Olympus. Just before his treat went splat against the face of the mountain, Oscar kicked the back tip of the cone. He scrambled over the missile as it turned head over tail, the tip of the cone plunging deep into the mountain.
With a wide grin, Oscar looked down at NIGHT. He hopped down, adjusting his clothing as he walked over. “You called? I brought ice cream.”

To punctuate his statement, the frozen fudge fell to the ground with a sickening splat. Oscar watched horrified as the destroyed model shuddered and then shattered.

“Had. Ice cream.”
 

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NIGHT had impeccable timing. Her message went out right as Acanthus stepped away from the teleporter and onto floor 17. She’d actually planned to do some light grinding to pad out the materials she’d spent preparing for the raid boss. Before she could think (spiral) in earnest about the upcoming fight, she responded to NIGHT.

Acanthus: I’ll be right there!

Proud of herself for adeptly handling in-game messages for once, she didn’t realize she had sent the message in the old group chat NIGHT had made. Or that NIGHT was only about ten meters away. With a quick tug on her tunic (teleportation always made her clothes feel wrinkled), she moved towards NIGHT.

With a hellish sound, a massive waffle cone exploded from the teleportation crystal. Acanthus screamed. The crowd screamed. They all screamed.  "I brought ice cream." the man said to NIGHT.

Acanthus was sure that NIGHT knew lots of people, but how did she end up friends with a chaotic dessert demon? Mustering what composure she could, Acanthus reassured herself the man was probably nice, and that she had nothing to worry about. But when she waved at the pair, she kept a few paces between herself and Oscar, and her greeting was stiff and formal. Bow, two, three, up. “It’s nice to meet you. My name is Acanthus.”

 Acanthus | Lvl 55 | HP: 780/780 | EN: 92/92 | DMG: 25 | ACC:5 | AA  | EVA:3 | BRN-IM  | VAMP-D: 43 | REC: 6 | LD:4

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night noticed the ice cream before she noticed oscar. and then she watched it drop to the ground in a sickening thud. what waiting satyr but jumped and bolted in abandon, towards the melting cone. night pointed to it, dropping her hand as quickly as acanthus introduced herself.

"-- good to have the both of you here(?)" she said, and wasn't entirely certain how the question mark rose from her voice. then, she turned to oscar, and was about to ask how in the world he had done that, or when he pivoted from hot dogs to ice cream, but then changed her mind at the last second. "what's the composition of that ice cream you had?"

night shook her head. she gestured to the two players then, after it became apparent that acanthus likely needed to be introduced to aincrad's greatest wildcard. "acanthus, meet oscar. oscar, acanthus." then, she directed her attention towards the new mess in town -- and the outskirts of the city. "we're hunting lions today. i need their furs. i'd owe each of you a favour if you're cool with trading them over to me once you get it. -- and i'd like to start on the lions but it's possible that they'd also be caught in the, err, snow cone avalanche."

she wasn't in the mood for ice cream, she lied to herself. but she pointed anyway. "so we'll head there first. then we spread out. and if we find one, we kill it. if not... well. there's ice cream, right?"

the party sped off towards the ice cream plus cone. and they did find a lion on the way there.

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Oscar's hands moved to his hips, his chest thrust out with pride. "Any composition I want, Night." He assumed she was asking about the ingredients or flavor. It was the same answer either way. He was a Grandmaster Cook. He could turn nuts and bolts and bark into the finest meal you'd ever eat. How else was he able to make diamonds and metal digestible? Oscar waved to the new person with a bright smile. Things had certainly become more lively than he was accustomed to. He truly enjoyed the company of his compatriots on the Frontlines, but one could only deal with the same people for so long before it just got a wee bit boring.

Though, that didn't apply to NIGHT. She was always a gem. And it was always amusing to watch the gap between the two of them widen upon every single one of their infrequent meetings.

"Let's kill us some lions then," Oscar said. There was a montage of the three of them trekking across the floor until they finally came to the field boss. NIGHT was always quick on the draw. And though she was just a step ahead of him, Oscar was hot on her heels. She might have gapped him, but he wasn't entirely useless either.

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  • 3 months later...

Acanthus relaxed after the introductions.

“I already owe you for botan. Hunting down a few field bosses seems like an adequate trade. If anything, I still owe you. This sword has been a literal lifesaver.” Acanthus plucked the spyglass from her belt and gave it an experimental twirl. “We should be able to find the boss fairly quickly after each fight. I’m here for as long as you need me.”

NIGHT and Oscar were ready to go, and sped off almost immediately. Acanthus panted, falling steadily behind. Was it the armor that was slowing her down, or were they both marathon runners in real life?

Just when she thought she couldn’t run any longer, the two veterans slowed their pace. The lion lay in front of them, ready to be harvested for a few choice drops. NIGHT and Oscar struck first, slicing through the lion efforlessly. I hope I can keep up. This is my first time fighting alongside either of them, actually.
 

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"any composition?" night asked on the way forward. "i was hoping it was at least edible. i hope all your ice creams aren't of the same combustible energy -- save the flavour in your mouth, of course. i don't doubt they'd be tasty, coming from you."

one lion would've afforded her all that she was looking for. convenient, then, that they simply stumbled upon the singular threat on the way to ice cream. night did wonder if she should be making the call to go hunting for it after the skirmish -- a more sensible voice in her head merely suggested they go to oscar's for a better bite thereafter. her treat.

she'd half expected the pounce from the lion upon her amongst everyone else, but noted acanthus' strike halting their opponent at the last moment, past her own brace for impact. night quickly took advantage of the surprise then, tearing into the creature swift before it could bound away. was it slower than before? at the very least, that would ensure their prey went down faster than they'd prefer it to last.

night called to her companions, preparing for another strike from the lion. "how about a scoop when we get back?"

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