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"So, Defteros, do you like to control lava? It must be fun to see that glowing thing floating around... Can you show me it some day, maybe?"

“If you want to see it, we’ll have to be fighting, kid.”  He can’t show all his tricks for no reason.

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Shiori Teshirogi Taken from her blog.

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It was probably easier to just not go into any further detail.  Whatever Manigoldo misplaced was the Sanctuary's, and Manigoldo's, problem, not his. 

Defteros stared at Manigoldo's hand curled around his shoulder for a moment, not really sure how he felt about the familiarity.  But in the end it seemed too harmless to feel threatened or even irritated.  He almost wondered if the other man did it on purpose.  Defteros just shrugged Manigoldo's arm off and gave him, again, that flat stare.

"When I said I don’t have alcohol here, that wasn’t a request for you to bring some here."  Actually he'd never had alcohol before, but if it would make him this kind of idiot then Defteros wasn't going to start.

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“Heh! Heh!” He honestly didn’t expect the other to ask. How to explain? He didn’t want to look like an idiot–though part of him felt that’s how he looks already. Who didn’t see him as an idiot anyways? “I may have gotten drunk and misplaced something very important?” 

Manigoldo shrugged rather innocently. But he perked up giddily at Defteros’ allowance. The lack of care of what he can do was glorious sometimes to the Saint. 

“Amico mio!!!” He cheered with a painfully wide smile. Manigoldo wrapped an arm around Defteros’ shoulders while gesturing the other out in celebration. “I’ll get the alcohol and we can get drunk crazy–!!!”

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“Or that people are just too nosy... Don’t you think it’s odd for you be the one to comment on my self-care?”  Defteros stared at the orange that was left in Asmita’s hands.  Not exactly worried, it wasn’t as if he doubted Asmita’s ability to keep himself alive.  But he certainly didn’t keep himself well-fed.

“It got noisier...”  It wasn’t all bad or, if he was more honest, bad at all, but it was overwhelming.  And even though he was becoming more accustomed to it there were other things weighing on his mind. Like Aspros.

“I think I’m going to go away for a bit, thought I’d let you know.”

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“And here I thought you didn’t like them.” The Virgo replied, taking the orange between his two hands. “Thank you, Defteros. That is kind of you, as well as this visit to my temple.”

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You use a technique that controls lava, right? So... How come it didn't hurt you? It's because you stand in a spot where it can't reach you or your Cosmo works as a shield protecting you from harm?

“It’s something like the latter...Cosmo plays a part in protecting the user from the force of the attack in most cases, though there are more factors to it.  It’s not anything I really know how to explain since I learned everything from just doing it.”

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Defteros heard the unfamiliar voice, but barely processed the words.  He was numb from the lingering feeling of ice on his skin, it almost felt as if even his blood had frozen over.  He was becoming more aware of his surroundings as he pushed his Cosmo to burn more strongly, more brightly.  He was coming back to life, almost, but there was a feeling of something missing, something empty inside of him.

Of course, he was alone.

The bodies buried in the ice nearby were lifeless and unfamiliar, all that was there was the unfamiliar figure approaching, the one that had spoken garbled words that Defteros had heard.  A spectre. 

It required no thought, why would he talk to a Spectre.  Defteros turned to face the Spectre fully, springing forward to attack.  He was aware, distantly, that the war must have been over, even though he hadn't been fully present he could faintly remember what he'd experienced through his shared consciousness with Aspros.  

It didn't matter.  Whether or not the war was over, if he should have been dead, as if Defteros would allow himself to be caged without a fight again.  He had no interest in what the Spectre had to say.

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Valentine peered from over the bridge, silently observe the queue of the dead in the Cocytus. His task mainly to escort the dead so that they won’t stray away from the line. It was then because of the same tasks, he almost got drifted into his own mind by the comforting cold blizzard of the Underworld; the sounds of water dropping from the higher hills hitting the ground and the soft crushing sounds of small stones and sands on the ground when he walks slowly.

He was startled and slightly panic at the sound of ice breaking, the slight vibration he felt on the ground just to further clear his doubt that he was hallucinating. Valentine quickly peered into beneath of Cocytus, and he found a small glimmering blue stone area not far from there. He didn’t even think twice to go near it and the further he walked, the closer he is into the unknown entrance beneath the Cocytus. It was an ice cave..

Valentine entered the ice cave and sighted s very powerful cosmos, an opposite of cold windy cave, it was very hot that he winced his eyes. He came closer and found an unconscious dead person standing before him. He knew this guy. And he didn’t even look like he is dead. His blazing heat cosmos still shines like its past glory.

“Stop that. I know who you are and I’m ordering you to stop using that to destroy this place any further. You are breaking someone else’s seal, I swear.”

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"What did you actually do," Defteros asked, actually curious.  He doubted the whole Sanctuary would chase after Manigoldo for some petty prank, but then he didn't really know how most people got along in the Sanctuary. Maybe Manigoldo was a friendless idiot.

Defteros couldn't think of why else Manigoldo would keep coming here of all places.

He glanced at one of the flames that was dancing around, as if trying to recapture his attention.  These things were somewhat like their master.

"Do what you want," he said, finally, with a shrug.  Ultimately, he didn't care enough either way to tell Manigoldo to stay or leave.  "But I definitely don't have any alcohol here."

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“I don’t know; maybe when the old man and the others decide to say ‘screw it’?” Manigoldo leapt off the boulder he sat on and stretched out his legs. He then added in, in case the other was thinking about using Another Dimension on him.

“I may not hang here with you all day! I might just go to the village and see if there are sane pretty ladies and a sane tavern.” He paused before saying, “Better?”

The flames shuddered again at Defteros to grab his attention back. Some jingled in front of his face briefly before lowering down and flew around, cruising in the air to preoccupy themselves. Others just vanished, losing interest in staying around longer.

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Defteros followed Saga, he felt as if he had very few options.  At least, once they'd left that room, he felt less cornered.  Perhaps he could leave without Saga looking back... Defteros slowed down and halted for a moment.

But where would he go?  He had no idea how to look for his brother either, and this man clearly knew more than Defteros.  No, the prudent thing was to follow and obey, for now.  Besides, apparently this man didn’t intend to harm or trouble him.

"Are you helping me?"  Defteros asked, uncertainly.  He couldn't tell.  Saga hadn't raised a hand against him and was even offering him food, but it was difficult for him to understand why anyone offer him anything, and someone so obviously powerful no less.

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“I have it,” Saga answered simply, staying still as Defteros stepped forward. “It wouldn’t fit your face, as you are now. Forget about it, for now.”

It was interesting to note that Defteros had worn the mask even as a child. The circumstances of Defteros and his brother’s lives were certainly different than his own and Kanon’s, but it was also a different time. The Sanctuary was always archaic compared to the outside world, but there were probably certain ideas that changed with time, regardless. Defteros’ appearance probably had something to do with it, too.

“I’ll feed you. Come with me,” he said, finally standing again. He made his way to the kitchen, expecting to be followed.

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Dégel approaches Defteros with a short but candid smile. "You are more than meets the eye, Defteros, and one of the people with the biggest heart I have ever had the pleasure to meet." (Dégel will seduce you with his honesty.)

Try to seduce my Muse.

The words take Defteros off guard, he can’t even respond for a long moment.  Defteros looks away, avoiding Dégel’s gaze.  “…it’s…proportional.”

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(xeperno) "Defteros, give your brother a kiss." Aspros taps himself on the chin. Not exactly seductive, but he seems confident enough.

Try to seduce my Muse.

“Why?”  But he leans in and gives Aspros a peck on the lips anyways. 

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If you were a vegetable you'd be a cute-cumber♡

Try to seduce my Muse.

“Is that an actual vegetable?”

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Your lips look so lonely... Would they like to meet mine?

Try to seduce my Muse.

“…not especially.”

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Was the man even susceptible to seduction? Manigoldo took a freshly baked baguette and waved it in front of Defteros' face. "Do you want some of this, Fangs?" Was Manigoldo even taking this seriously? No. No he wasn't.

Try to seduce my Muse.

Defteros grabs the bread so that he can use it to smack Manigoldo in the face.  “What are you trying to do?”

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Try to seduce my Muse.

Then they will respond and rate you:

Never been less turned on | Ugh no | I’d give you a try | Yes, yes, YES | I’M READY NOW DAMMIT

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Isnt that all in the past? When was the last time he's actually done anything nice for you though?

“Does that matter?  I don’t care what you people think of him as a person, but he’s my brother.   Judge him, or judge me, all you want. But you don’t get to tell me how I should feel about him, and I don’t have to justify any of it when you stick your nose where it doesn’t belong.”