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   An effort to re-state the given identifier was put forward and ultimately ended in a cold mouthing of a word, foreign and unthinkable to one as such as himself. 'Sourpuss' attempted a grand exit from his lips, so reluctant to bend to the word's vacuous will, and yet not a sound cut the ever thickening air of tension and malcontent between them. A shaking of his head brought about tiny clashes from the beads that he adorned, the first sound of relief under a his taut glare.  "Sweetness casts but a sorry hand." came a cold, cold breeze that only borrowed the man's voice to communicate, "I am Hell and Hell is me. The children of Etro and their...new pets do not belong."  

“I’m not surprised of the former, but can you really make such a judgment call so early? Then again, Noel did say you were hell personified…or something like that.” Zig huffed in return, less than appreciative of the man’s immediate dismissal of him. He was important! “How does such a sweet person get trained by a sourpuss?” 

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✗ marginalfighter

      "To say your face marks memory or interest would be a lie I'm not willing to participate in. Your leave however--" The statement was ended instead of by words, a sort of scoff painting disgust in the unknown boy displayed in front of him. 

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    Lips just barely grazed the surface of the hand he was offered but they made no move to kiss as a gentleman should in the given situation. So many Yeul's, so many precious and he'd never gotten any better at it. Perhaps it was because he was cold. Perhaps it was because he had lingered so long in his informalities despite the sickly sweet words he wove he had forgotten how. Perhaps it was because he was a warrior meant to tear and shred. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. He lingered no more on the perhaps as a he removed himself from the vulnerable position and returned to his towering stature thus letting go of her hand ever so gently. "Fear not. I was simply out doing what a guardian ought to do." Which of course referred to the path of blood he'd carved in hopes of freeing her. Was it so awful truly to believe, to truly hope, that she was left in the dark if only this cycle? "But tell me of you, little one. What have you done in my leave? Orchestrated the blooming flowers? Nurtured a new song for our weary travels?"

“Caius.” The curve of her lips was brought to a smile as she greeted him, her chin tilted to where her guardian towered. “Is there anything…?” Her voice trails off to question the unsaid, Caius’ sudden approach to his knees bringing her to a state of bewilderment. Not unused to this sort of treatment; the seeress offered her hand to him, bracelets sounding along her movements before his hand decides to grazes upon hers.

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✗ inxparadisum 

     "Youth of the Goddess." It was frigid, barely allowing for lip movement at all as his eyes locked in a mechanical way as if it were second nature; perhaps if you listened hard enough you'd hear the click that accompanied it signifying a last drain in what was once humanity. Challenge, anger, belittlement. His tone held all of this, just as his stare did, and yet it was all lost in the cool wind that was breathe baiting, hoping, praying to knock the young warrior off his feet and chill him to the very bones, the core, that had betrayed his mentor by choosing the goddess, the she-beast.  "Tell me have you finally come to stab me in the heart? The back perhaps? Any vital component?"

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✗  yeu-l

    An air of respect for the child before him settled in his bones, so pure did it linger in an otherwise corrupted titan of self-importance and false godhood. So very heavy was this approbation. Heavy enough to bring the massive stature to which he measured himself in was brought on a knee. "My lady."

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WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?

   ”To be attached to material objects is a feckless effort in the ever turning tides of this world that speaks wonders against one warrior-hood…I do however have a minor inclination towards the pelts given to me years ago in a land far, far off.”