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  1. Akako couldn't help the frown that marred her expression when he mentioned the lost kingdom and how she was the cause. He laughed, however, she wasn't nearly as amused. His priorities were certainly misplaced at best, but this was Xartia. Part of her always wondered if he felt indebted towards her and that was why he seemed to drop everything to run to her aid. She didn't know if she should be grateful for that or concerned. At the moment, it didn't matter. She didn't have time to think on it with him present. He always found ways to surprise her, and today was no different. The daiyokai didn't know where he got the nerve or confidence to take liberties with her person, but he did. First, a finger that feathered over her cheek then a gentle press of his lips on hers. The vixen could have stopped it from happening, but part of thought this was some twisted game of chicken, however, she was wrong. Her teeth pressed together, her jaw working as she tried to decide how to handle it. How to handle him. The daiyokai turned her face away from his and took her glass of sake and sipped it, still rattled by his forwardness. It was a mistake. She didn't want or need a man in her life. Especially not, Xartia. So be it if she were to die alone. She died before, completely alone, and it wasn't the worst thing. There had been silence, blessed silence for a time. Then she was with Red, seeing through her eyes and seeing everything she hated. A growl vibrated in her chest and Akako also stood while the Cambion paced. "We all have responsibilities that come before our desires. Get used to it." Then Akako was heading to the door. She needed to get out of this room. It was stifling. Perhaps she needed to hunt again. It had been awhile. The mountains would heal whatever this feeling was. The uncomfortable tightening of her chest and breathlessness that came anytime she thought of the moments she inhabited Red's mind. @Twitterpated
  2. I know I said I would post today, but I am emotionally fried. This weekend was ... a lot. I am going to try to post during the week as I have time, but please bear with me. 

    1. Praetorian

      Praetorian

      Polar or Kodiak?

    2. Akako Akari

      Akako Akari

      That was precisely why i shouldn't write

    3. Praetorian

      Praetorian

      Bear with me is correct. I just like puns.

  3. Her face scrunched up into a petulant sort of pout at his initial response. Somehow, she wished they had stayed in, or maybe gotten a sitter so they could have a moment together. Her wheels began to spin as she plotted making that happen before he left. There was no telling when he would be able to come back so Crystal needed to corner him. "Okay, but we should try to keep this trip short. I am already ready to climb back into bed. I could use a significant quality time with my big spoon." Crystal looked at Leon unabashed and it seemed her previous moment was distress was forgotten. Pulling Kyna up a bit in her carrier, Crystal reached to him with her left hand. Her fingers weaved through his with a practiced finesse that came from years of being together. Despite how off and on they were due to external circumstances, they both still managed to behave as if there was never a time they were without the other. Crystal always said they were soulmates and that was why it was so easy for them to pick up where they left off without too much of a hitch. Leon had argued that statement with him being from another planet and all, but Crystal, stubborn to a fault, would argue that souls can move across planetary systems. Somehow, the two of them were meant for each other and perhaps this wasn't the first time their souls had found one another. It was what she believed at least. "I am thinking of calling Akako." It was a hint, a pretty sizable one at that, that she was ready to have the musician to herself. Last time he was in town the three of them spent every waking moment together leaving no time for the parents alone. While Crystal adored Kyna, she felt the same for the man at her side. Even so, she felt guilty even suggesting it. @Trexasle
  4. Crystal nodded. "You definitely do." Her statement was followed by a small smile. "You know... Akako could probably use some sort of fox magic to change your appearance. I've seen her do some weird stuff like that before." And it was true. Akako had changed her colored multiple times over the years. When Crystal met Akako, she was typically sporting red hair and bright blue eyes, albeit a darker shade than hers. Then a year later Akako had black hair and red eyes. It was a curious thing. How and why she changed. Now, Akako was often in her truest appearance with the white, silver, and gold coloration. What was more interesting was the several times that Akako took on the appearance of others that she had touched or warped her appearance enough for close friends to not recognize her. Her trip down memory lane was disrupted and Crystal tilted her head and regarded Rin with interest. The elemental wondered if she realized that there was no question that Akako wouldn't answer herself. Then again, maybe she was trying to ensure that whatever Akako already said was true. "Honestly, I don't even know where to begin. I have known her most of my adult life. She saved me from my servitude from spider yokai when I was in my late teens. She raised me basically. Taught me how to fight, taught me about yokai physiology, introduced me to her entire leash." Crystal paused and glanced at Rin wondering if the term resonated to her and if Akako had explained what it meant. "You're part of that now, as am I." @Lacernella Rubra
  5. Watching the fluctuating crowd was entertainment enough for the witch that she didn't notice how long she stood there waiting for her companion to arrive. When he did, she offered a distracted smile to him before turning her head to glance at the bouncers at the door taking weapons. Her left hand reached reflexively to touch Tabitha's immaculate hair that contradicted the rest of her appearance. The porcelain doll was tucked into the same garment that Iona's research notebook dangled from. Concern wrinkled the witch's brow as she watched a pair of women have their daggers and pistols removed. Looking back to Arthur, realizing he spoke to her, Iona looked at him dumbly for a moment. "Hmm?" Looking back to the door then back to him. "I suppose we should go in. You don't think they would take her... do you? She'd be upset if we were separated." Iona remembered the last time they were parted and Tabitha spared nothing to find the spell caster again. If Iona didn't trust her, she would certainly be frightened of her. For the moment, the doll remained unanimated at her side, glassy eyes peering into nothing and everything all at once. @Voldemort
  6. I just see what I'm not I'm guilty 'bout everything that I eat (Every single thing) Feeling myself is a felony Jedi level sabotage Voices in my head make up my entourage 'Cause I'm a black belt when I'm beating up on myself But I'm an expert at giving love to somebody else I, me, myself and I, don't see eye to Eye, me, myself and I Oh, why do I compare myself to everyone? And I always got my finger on the self destruct I wonder when I love me is enough
  7. The bartender was a comic. A single brow lifted and something akin to amusement twinkled in pools of warmed honey. "This One would like to see them try," the vixen said, her voice lowering in a conspiratorial tone. Her tails flicked this way while she observed the gentleman a moment longer before allowing Xartia to pull her attention away again once her wine glass was in hand. She gave the man a look before he left to serve others, a silent thank you. The Cambion didn't surprise her with his response. Of course, he didn't know. She refrained from rolling her eyes and simply brought her glass up to her lips while twisting in her seat so she wasn't fully facing the bar. Her gaze wandered and her ears turned this way and that listening to everything around her, picking up conversations clear across the room with no difficulty. Xartia was lucky that she was somewhat distracted or there was no doubt this conversation would have ended already. She scent of blood lust tickled her senses and she schooled her expression into an apathetic mask as she completely tuned the magician how as he asked his question. There was another scent in the air, one that Akako wasn't pleased with. The Devil's voice cut through the crowd and he confirmed her suspicion. Foolishness. With a click of her tongue, Akako shifted again, uncrossing her legs only to cross them again with the left over the right this time. Her gaze slowly returned to Xartia. With her attention split, her voice came, stern and unforgiving. "This One shouldn't have to enlighten you, Lord Pendragon." The vixen came off of her perch then, taking her glass with her. She took another sip before continuing and venturing into the crowd, towards her would be enemies though she was looking elsewhere. Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do about the chemicals that she'd already breathed in and was continuing to do so. There was always the option of leaving, but it was abundantly clear, from what she'd heard, that whoever these people were, they would attempt to prevent that. This was clearly a planned party and it would be a shame to ruin it with unnecessary violence. "He is your responsibility, not Captain Rebecca's, not mine. He is in Predator's Keep again and I've no jurisdiction there. I cannot send armies to stand beside him if needed." Akako spoke as she navigated through throngs of people and writhing bodies that danced, her hips swaying as she moved like water among them. Despite herself, Akako felt elation and a need to dance amongst humans and beasts alike. It was nostalgic, this feeling. It reminded her of days by Leo's side, hosting events that would bring hordes of customers to partake in dancing and singing. The only difference was the venue and the type of music, but it felt so familiar. "You are incredibly fortunate, Xartia," she breathed not explaining her meaning. A low rumbling vibrated in the daiyokai's chest and upon her lips was a slight grin. Something had entertained the elder kitsune. She stopped her trek forward and allowed herself to be lured into the music. Her yoki fluctuated in the air, a purr against those closest to her. Tails swept against the floor, swaying as she moved with the beat. Her long lashes kissed her cheeks as she continued to listen to the world around her and allow the drug to do its work. With inhibitions removed, the demoness would be less likely to hold back in an altercation which could be a fatal error, if confronted. But, for now, she was docile. @Twitterpated @Pasion Pasiva @The Alexandrian
  8. "...Legion of Doom's sugar momma shows up on my doorstep..." An unfamiliar voice whispered at the edge of her senses despite the cacophony. One of her ears was cocked forward toward the bartender while the other tilted in the direction of the female's voice. "Merlot, please." The vixen spoke as the blond gentleman behind the bar laid eyes on her. "She tries to bolt, hit her with everything. Someone needs to learn a lesson, so tonight, my friend; I'll have need of your special services." The second voice cut through the noise and the demoness sucked in a slow breath before exhaling in exasperation. Surely they wouldn't make a spectacle of themselves at a party no less. Her legs crossed, right over left, beneath the bar as she adjusted in her seat. Leaning onto her elbows, Akako put her hands in prayer, the tips of her thumbs resting where her lips met. Something in her expression shifted and a wicked gleam shone in her eyes for a blip of a moment before she blinked and it was gone. No later was the Cambion approaching her from behind and speaking in her native tongue. Her silent gaze shifted to him and she noted the formality he afforded her. Shifting again, Akako removed her hands from their resting place and settled them into her lap, straightening just a bit as she gave Xartia most of her attention. Still, she kept alert to the pair of female voices that she could only assume were talking about her. How many Legion's of Doom was there? The daiyokai regarded him for a moment before she glanced at Gabriella then back to him. She didn't say a word, but her brow quirked just enough that he would likely notice. He rarely failed to notice anything about her as of late, as if he was trying to make up for something. Without waiting for him to speak, Akako's voice slid across the space between them. "Do you have any idea of your son's whereabouts, Lord Pendragon?" Her tone was clipped, annoyed. He would hear it. The way she didn't even bother to speak his given name was typically a bad sign. There had been minimal communication as to what he was up to, and based off of Gabriella's statement, he was funding... something. Sure, it was his fortune to do with whatever he pleased, but they were business associates at the very least and transactions, large and small were to be discussed. Especially if politics were involved in the slightest. @Twitterpated @Pasion Pasiva @The Alexandrian
  9. Iona hummed in agreement at his response. She too thought they would be fighting the moment they stepped foot beyond the wall. It was a pleasant enough surprise that that wasn't the case. They both needed to reserve as much energy as possible for what she assumed was to come. There had only ever been horror stories from Yh'mi and Iona preferred to be fully prepared for whatever they would inevitably encounter. For now, though, the slow start was appreciated while she had the opportunity to bond with the man that dared accompany her on this trip. It would serve both of them well to be able to anticipate the other if engaged in combat in order to fill in any gaps the other might leave open. It was certainly too soon for that sort of connection, but she hoped it would build before they were faced with an opponent that was fatally dangerous. His question earned a snort of mirth in response. "My, you are perceptive. This job is merely an excuse for me to see the forest and observe the landscape in Yh'mi. I doubt this will be my last time here... If we don't die of course." Despite the severity of her words, Iona was smiling at Arthur, amusement twinkling in her eyes. Her attention shifted and once again she was nibbling like a rabbit on her food. She only got halfway through her first kebab while he spoke and she listened with interest, nodding every so often to agree with his sentiments. Lifting her head and looking at the mutant, her expression hardened into one of fierce commitment. "I have no intention of leaving any time soon. Where the Order lacks in academic minds, I will happily step in and provide those services." Then Iona smiled again, the corners of her eyes wrinkling as excitement shone in them. "I am glad you'd be willing to stick around to assist. I can't say I'm opposed to having a strong man in my corner... even if I can handle myself."
  10. There was a buzzing sort of anticipation that had started in her chest earlier that afternoon as it got closer to this event that Arthur had invited her to. At first, Iona wanted to think about it, because she wasn't exactly the partying type, but after a day of considering, she finally caved and agreed to come along. It was a decent enough networking opportunity and perhaps there would be individuals from other continents that would be happy to sit down with her and discuss botanicals. Initially, that was why she was excited to go, but as it came closer, she realized how novel this was for her. Not even in college did she attend a party. Iona never drank or went to any social gatherings for that matter. She was the definition of a shut-in, electing to stay home to study her vast collection of books. What was not exciting, was the amount of money she dished out for her outfit. Iona wasn't exactly well-off given her stage in her decided profession. She was an adventurer/scientist, and green under the gills at that. Fortunately, her most recent excursion with Arthur had been a success and she had extra to buy a lavish outfit that she would likely never wear again. Perhaps she could sell it later... It was a thought at least. Iona was the first to arrive, all nervous energy, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. Her dress was form-fitting and sheer in some parts, but fairly conservative in comparison to some other outfits she saw. She bent over slightly and tugged up her thigh-high boots and her curtain of pink hair slid over her shoulders and hid her face for a moment. She never wore her hair down but opted to tonight. It was a special occasion after all. Iona even when so far as to put on makeup which enhanced her light green eyes and made them impossibly bright. What was odd though, was strapped to her hip was a journal of sorts. This was her first time going to something like this, so it never occurred to her that it wasn't suitable to bring along. Standing back up again, the witch looked around the myriad of people to see if she could catch sight of the mutant. @Voldemort
  11. When had she last stepped foot on this soil? Perhaps it was when she came as a favor to the resident Devil of Patia. It was a shame she owed him anything at all back then, but they had not seen each other since which suited her just fine. Her visit to Fracture was before her congregation with Dredge and his ilk. Rather, before she took Legion in to expand her militant forces and to offer a safe haven for those that men called monsters. To some, it seemed like a generous deed made by someone kind, however, others crucified her for allowing a murderer to reside amongst her ranks without repenting for his sins. In all actuality, it was a calculated move much like how she was now tracking the Cambion to remind him of his responsibility face-to-face. It was an easy enough thing to call on Xartia from Genesaris, but it would hardly make an impact. Akako knew that if he was to understand the severity of her annoyance, she would have to face him and leave her little haven to her retainers. The vixen stood at the entrance for a moment, her sensitive nose sorting through the myriad of scents. There were a few recognizable ones and given the environment, surprised her. For a second, she wondered why someone so inclined on isolation would be here in this crowd. Ah, perhaps the focus of their interest was also here, but she could not identify that particular aroma in the room. It wasn't the time, however, to be pulled into curiosities. Akako shifted her focus again and swiftly found the object of her search. The deliberate click of her heels on the ground was drowned out by the sound of music that was practically deafening to the vixen. Her yoki swirled, then expanded. Before she reached the gyrating people, they parted for her, feeling her presence press upon them gently. Most described it as a feeling that someone was watching you, a prickling at the edge of your senses. Despite her diminutive stature, Akako had an air about her that suggested authority of some sort. Besides, she appeared otherworldly with her cascading white and gold hair, pupil-less golden eyes framed in black, and nine plush tails that swayed idly behind her. Unlike when she was home, she dressed down in a black pencil skirt with a modest cut in the front to bare glimpses of her thighs and a wine-colored cami. It certainly made it easier to navigate the crowd. She could only imagine the hassle it could have been if she wore her silken finery. Finally, the rumored queen of yokai made it to the bar. Akako glimpsed a man behind the bar with a classical handsome appearance with his baby blue eyes and blond hair. She admired his beauty for a moment before her gaze shifted to where Xartia was, with a familiar face at that. The daiyokai's nose twitched as she sniffed the air and her brows drew together. The scent was at odds with the woman's appearance, but there was no doubt that was Gabriella. Her cheeks were flushed and her scent suggested she was no longer a vampyre. Curious. The second thing Akako noticed was how the Black Queen's hand was pressed on the Cambion's knee. The only tell that she had noticed at all was the way one manicured brow lifted ever so slightly before her expression was cleansed of any emotion whatsoever. It was comical and Akako fought the urge not to laugh out loud. The poor Camion must be suffering right now. It was rare for her to give offer him affection despite how bad he wished it. The only time she gave him anything was when she was vulnerable, which was a very rare occurrence. What was even more humorous about the entire scene was who was leaning into his space. Of all people, Gabriella. Akako thought back to Roen for a moment and a hint of a smile graced her features. What a small and funny world. She wondered if he was watching, but she made no attempt to look for him to find out. @Twitterpated
  12. I know that I'm a handful, baby, uh I know I never think before I jump And you're the kind of guy the ladies want (And there's a lot of cool chicks out there) I know that I went psycho on the phone I never leave well enough alone And trouble's gonna follow where I go (And there's a lot of cool chicks out there) But one of these things is not like the others Like a rainbow with all of the colors Baby doll, when it comes to a lover I promise that you'll never find another like Me-e-e, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh I'm the only one of me Baby, that's the fun of me Eeh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh You're the only one of you Baby, that's the fun of you And I promise that nobody's gonna love you like me-e-e
  13. To all of the people I owe posts to, I am very tired. I am working long hours, moving this month, and have personal life matters that most of you close to me are aware of. I am trying to get myself caught up, but it might be awhile yet before I am fully engaged again. 

    Thank you for being patient! Soon I will have more spare time and energy to write. 

  14. You call me all friendly Tellin' me how much you miss me That's funny, I guess you've heard my songs Well, I'm too busy for your business Go find a girl who wants to listen 'Cause if you think I was born yesterday You have got me wrong
  15. They'd say I hustled Put in the work They wouldn't shake their heads And question how much of this I deserve What I was wearing, if I was rude Could all be separated from my good ideas and power moves And we would toast to me, oh, let the players play I'd be just like Leo, in Saint-Tropez I'm so sick of running As fast as I can Wondering if I'd get there quicker If I was a man And I'm so sick of them Coming at me again 'Cause if I was a man Then I'd be the man I'd be the man I'd be the man
  16. Your fingerprints There ain't a sign of them on my body Lookin' back now I can't believe how dirty you got me Like making me feel like I always needed you Finding myself doing shit I'd never do Breakups get so messy Don't know how I came out (Clean) My conscious is (Clean) I broke it off (Clean) I've washed my hands of you
  17. I think there's a flaw in my code These voices won't leave me alone Well my heart is gold and my hands are cold Are you deranged like me? Are you strange like me? Lighting matches just to swallow up the flame like me? Do you call yourself a fucking hurricane like me? Pointing fingers 'cause you'll never take the blame like me? And all the people say You can't wake up, this is not a dream You're part of a machine, you are not a human being
  18. Have you had a million reasons why you wish you'd never seen the truth? Have you looked into the mirror and the clown is staring back at you I can't control myself, don't know who I've been And who is this monster wearing my skin? A movie in black and white when will it end? 'Cause every time I scream no one hears me It feels like I'm paralyzed, and I can't Escape from the prison I'm, living in I'm naming the voices in my head To keep on telling me to give in But it making me stronger Fight a little longer I'm gonna bring me back to life And I won't be paralyzed
  19. There was an unsettling quiet that suffused the world around them and the pair of occultists cracked the silence with their rummaging as they prepared their meal. The witch knelt on the opposite side of the fire, the hood of her cloak no longer hiding her features. Her face was downcast as she focused her peridot colored eyes on the herbs that she measured one by one in her palm. Into the pot, they went, rose hips, calendula, borage, sage, and nettles followed by water. She placed the pot just outside the fire before leaning back and waiting for it to boil. Arthur was focused on his task, and Iona's mind wandered while her eyes locked on the flames that licked air that seemed oddly still. Her vision blurred as she recalled what happened just a few hours earlier. His stop was sudden, sudden enough to alarm the sorceress. If she hadn't nearly fallen earlier, it was likely Iona would have tripped at that moment, but she was far more aware of herself now and her footing. She narrowed her eyes on him, trying to glean anything from his broad shoulders, maybe a twitch or something. Nothing. She couldn't gather any information based on his back, but she assumed that she had surprised him at the very least. Her head tilted just slightly at his retort, and her brows furrowed. Lips parted to dispute his claim, but then he was off again. It was a joke. Her lips pressed together, and she took off after him. As time passed and she considered his joke, the stern expression on her face softened into a smile. With a hint of the smile she wore earlier on her face, Iona gazed into the fire until Arthur's voice broke whatever trance she was in. Light green eyes rose to meet his, and she stared from over the fire. They were animalistic, his eyes, not human at all. They looked like a wolf's eyes, and she found she liked that. It was familiar, at least. Her observation didn't last long as he immediately went back to what he was doing, and she also glanced down and checked on her kettle. "What were you expecting?" she asked as she pulled the teapot away from the fire. Iona moved around the fire with her kettle and back to the two clay mugs she left ready. She knelt again then set the pot of tea down. The witch tugged a piece of cloth loose from her pocket, which she'd pulled from her pack that was left back at where they would stay for the night. She covered one mug then glanced up at Arthur, kettle in hand, ready to pour. "Thank you. I'll come to grab food in a moment. Let me pour our tea first." Returning her attention to the tea, she closed her eyes and craned her neck back, so her face was facing the sky. Words, or perhaps sounds, were mumbled from her lips like a prayer. It was unintelligible, only meant to be heard by her and the gods and goddesses she served. A chill rolled down her spine, and she sighed a content sound before straightening herself and pouring the first cup of tea, the cloth catching the loose herbs. Once the second cup was poured and placed within Arthur's reach, she rose to her feet and leaned over Arthur to procure her meal. Iona settled back again with her kabobs in hand. She nibbled at her food, calmly observing everything around her with interest. "That is precisely why I wanted to come here. Can you imagine what we might be able to discover? Hardly anyone dares to venture beyond the wall... except The Order, but they are mostly brutish apes. Hardly any of them have the mind to observe nature." @Voldemort
  20. Nothing that you have is ever good enough And I won't be the one to keep you safe And I won't be the one who stays the same You got a lot of nerve and Looks like the tables turning And now you're wishing me well like you miss me You got a dirty tongue and Looks like the damage done is forever And it's a long time to miss me
  21. She watched the Cambion as he observed one of her many attendants and a knowing smile appeared on her lips. It was barely there and vanished almost as quickly as it appeared before he could return his undivided attention to her. Xartia was a curious individual. He was someone that Akako felt she understood deeply, then other times when he would surprise her. At this moment, she felt the tuggings of familiarity as he admired another woman in her presence. Though, in this instance, she couldn't blame him. Those she kept in her company were exotic and beautiful, some rivaled her own ethereal charm, though the vixen wouldn't ever admit to that. Of course, the fawn poured both of them a glass before excusing herself and Akako listened to Xartia, her gaze wandering towards the window. Even though she wasn't looking at him, she was listening with rapt attention, occasionally sipping her sake all the while. Finally, she shifted those pools of gold to him again and allowed her expression to shift to one of mischeif. The telling glint in her eyes that Xartia would no doubt recognize lit her features and forced a wicked smile onto painted lips. "I suggest we encourage a trip back... and I would like for you to accompany him. Keep tabs on things there for me. If Red has truely vanished, perhaps we can ... maintain things in her absence." There was a significant shift in the energy in the room. Her yoki that was once stagnant now buzzed and swayed as if in anticipation of something. It was always difficult to tell what the vixen was up to, but the daiyokai had no doubt that Xartia could glean enough information to figure it out. "I will talk to him... find out what is on his mind. Though, I want you to know that I will not confide in you whatever it is that he and I discuss. I have certain suspicions about his abilities and feel more equipped to handle them. Though, I could be grossly underestimating him..."
  22. It was a shame that she was distracted by the fall when the mage's arm extended to reach her. Had the witch been focused, she might have observed his arm more closely or better yet, touched him. Instead, she was hell-bent on cradling the boulder in her arms which was what he needed to stop the monster in the pit. While Iona didn't think any others would happen across it, she was still curious to see it taken out, so she tightened her hold of the rock in her arms and allowed Arthur to reel her in towards him. Once she was upright again and on solid ground, the woman let out a soft sigh before lifting her peridot green eyes to meet his. Her brows furrowed as she observed the brief look that Arthur gave her and she tilted her head slightly. She wondered what that fleeting look was, and wondered if she was mistaken due to the darkness that seemed to weigh down around them. Iona thought she saw a glint of something and maybe a darkening of his cheeks, but again, the lighting must be playing tricks on her so she moved past the observation without a second thought. "It's fine." She chirped cooly. "It was my own fault for not paying enough attention." As the rock was tossed into the Kraith's maw, Iona peered down into the pit and watched with morbid fascination. Instinct was what drew her attention towards Arthur to see him leaping away to the next stone. Her brow lifted, then she shrugged to herself before trailing after him. Iona followed Arthur like a shadow, talking while she did. "I am fascinated by... whatever magicks you use. After this is all settled and we've made it out of here alive, I would like your permission to ... well... observe you in a better lit area." Any other woman wouldn't be caught dead being half as bold as Iona, but she was a student of the arcane arts above all else.
  23. The drought was the very worst When the flowers that we'd grown together died of thirst It was months, and months of back and forth You're still all over me like a wine-stained dress I can't wear anymore Hung my head, as I lost the war, and the sky turned black like a perfect storm Rain came pouring down when I was drowning That's when I could finally breathe And by morning, gone was any trace of you, I think I am finally clean
  24. Find table spaces, say your social graces Bow your head, they're pious here But you and I, we're pioneers, we make our own rules Our own room, no bias here Let 'em sell what they are sellin', there are no buyers here So gather all the rebels now, we'll rebel-rouse and sing aloud We don't care what they say no way, no way And we will leave the empty chairs to those who say we can't sit there We're fine all by ourselves
  25. It only took a blink, then Gin was gone, like a phantom in the night. Crystal wondered if she had imagined him standing there, but then Rin vanished from her line of sight. Crystal felt her sanity slowly unraveling at the shenanigans of Rin and Gin. They could have been siblings in another life. It was no wonder that Akako so readily took in the albino woman. Akako always wanted a daughter, yet could never seem to keep them. Her first and second-born daughters were broken and not by the daiyokai. They were born wrong. It was impossible to explain unless one were to witness the infant child and how her eyes seemed unblinking and bottomless. Rin was somewhat similar to Akako, in Crystal's point of view. She seemed slightly stoic at times, introspective like the daiyokai often was. The elemental's lips upturned into a gentle smile, and she felt some semblance of relief despite their settings. "I'm sure there are more like him, but I am sure the message will spread that they are outnumbered. Perhaps we give it a day and patrol together tomorrow night?" Meanwhile, Gin moved within the shadows, literally. The shadows rippled as he trailed after his prey from beyond the veil. It was a trick that he had learned from his mother, and on moonless nights, this was the best method to move in stealth. They hadn't detected him, and they finally stopped at a small home on the outskirts of the port, near the harbor. Luis was enraged, and in his tantrum, he threw every breakable item across the room and used a colorful litany of language to describe the port's residence. Gin observed silently for a time before leaving them and making his way back towards where he had left the women. He assumed they wouldn't be there, but he could pick up their trail and follow them hopefully. @Lacernella Rubra
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