STATS & SUMMARY
HP | 400/400 |
MP | 400/400 |
Speed | 40m/s |
Strength | 40 |
(Melee Damage) | |
SP | 1 |
(Spell Power Multiplier) |
ITEMS ON HAND
N/ASPELLS USED
N/ACOMBAT SUMMARY
Damage Taken: | N/A |
Healing: | N/A |
MP Used: | N/A |
Buffs: | N/A |
Other Notes: | N/A |
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"Check, one two," Illya mumbled into the mic. Compared to some of the venues she had taken between her time in Dies Irae and her reappearance into the world of wizard guilds at Luminous Rose, this quaint little inn, the Red Dragon, was certainly on the smaller side. But it was still something familiar to her. The heterochromatically-hued headliner had visited this little inn, which served as a headquarter of sorts for the guild Sabertooth, or at least that's what the townsfolk said, during some of her concerts in the area. Now, she had been paid a decent penny to perform some songs for the summer festival out here in Ace of Spades, or at least for this day's festivities. She was the main act for the second day, performing throughout, but she had rather sneakily arrived the day prior, all alone. Now, she was just wandering around, though she was admittedly a little bit upset that no one had really recognized her. She had reversely recognized a few others, seeing the famous Samira Nassar walk by as she was entering, and having caught glimpses of the guildmasters of the guild the previous night. So she at least had some notable people in the audience.
She nonetheless sighed. It was dreadfully boring, the times before she had to perform. Setup was a drag. She had already set up the drumset, the microphone, set out both the guitar and the bass, Yemaya was out to get snacks and drinks for between songs, but there was still the keyboard, the trumpet, a few more amps... being a one-woman show like this was certainly difficult, but the lacrima in her eye gave her the propensity for music of all kind. She'd even recently begun being able to seemingly transcribe music in her head, the lights within the music-noted eye lighting up and dancing with the notation of music or, annoyingly, even transcribing people's talking. Something to get used to.
Even her sighing about that got her to realize something. She leaped off the stage, only a few feet off the ground, granted, but it would be enough to break some of her instruments, and walked on over to the bar. "Excuse me," she said to the bartender. "Do you know if there's going to be any particularly loud noises - aside from my music, of course - going to be happening today? I sometimes can struggle a bit if there's loud enough noise, so I just wanna make sure I'm all set, and if I need to get some soundproofing for myself, I wanna talk with you about all the stuff for that. I-if that's alright with you, of course!" she smiled, not realizing the immense strength this seemingly innocuous bartender had.
WC: 0459 | TWC: 0459