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blowyourhousedown:

“Probably ‘cause they want to be free.” It’s a quiet answer, spoken between drags of a cigarette from around the corner. It’s almost definitely none of Bigby’s business, but it’s the only answer that makes sense to him.

          ❝ ... to be free, huh? ❞ once more the response is quiet. even if she had not expected the answer, there was no irritation at the sudden comment posed by him. ❝ What you mean is... it’s not to survive. But because they want to. Something like that, right? ❞ a grimace at the thought, fingers curling into a fist. would that be the answer that he wanted to hear, though?

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karutalicious:

      “For the same reason we walk…” She retorts, her tone mirroring the softness held by the other. In her passing Karuta had overheard the question and, without even truly meaning to, conjured up a thoughtful reply - though she was not entirely sure of the context. “– To make connections, I think… How sad would it be to be all alone…”

          ❝ Make connections? ❞ eyes lift to note the stranger, only realizing now that she had spoken her question a little too forwardly. ❝ ... do we really walk to make connections, though? Isn’t it to survive? Because we have to... ? Tsk. Dammit. ❞ those last two words weren’t meant for the girl, more frustrated at herself than anything.

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          ❝ ... why do birds fly? ❞ softly spoken to herself, it has been a question which plagued her from the very start. somehow she doesn’t take into consideration that those passing by might hear it as a question directed at them.

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          THE FIRST TO CALL OUT was a middle-aged woman, someone who the therion had never laid eyes upon. jarring, to say the least, to hear the words that fell from her mouth in what seems frightened fervor. lord of calamity. the cause of the daemonblight is here. save me, shepherd. only the cries soon fall from just one lone person, various voices now pitching in with what seemed fear for her presence. velvet had heard of this once before in her lengthy stay, something along the lines of migration of their worlds, those few citizens not belonging to any adopting the beliefs of various worlds. she stops in place, lips sealed as she listens to them sling their words at her.

          bandaged fingers curl into fists, holding herself back from doing anything reckless---

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luciscaelum:

   FEASTING ON the blood of daemons didn’t seem to be something that anyone in their right mind would want to do, which caused the woman’s commentary to be comical in how stern she approached his response. Still, he continued to follow her pace, hand shifting loose bangs from the front of his face. His recollection of armored foes hunting him and his men in the night seeming more and more like a fever dream than a reality since he’d arrived in the grandiose haven of Hive City, Noctis could still recount each interaction with intense fervor.

      “Yep! Those suckers would hunt us down in the dead of night!        Findin’ ways to pop outta nowhere whenever the road got dark.        Thankfully, my crew and I know a thing or two when it comes to fighting.”

   A hint of pride could be heard within the boy’s reminiscing, soon following up by directly addressing the lady’s comments. “Huh? What kinda dragon are we talkin’ here? 10 feet or more? I can relate,” the prince flashed a smile quickly, then returned to his previous disposition. He could tell by her mannerisms and the nonchalant tone of speech that was quite familiar with the art of combat. “Somethin’ like that, though a lot’s changed since coming here. I guess we were all blindsided, losing everything in the blink of an eye … but you seem pretty confident. What did you use to do before coming here?”

          SO HE WAS ATTUNED TO the very same life, one meant for fighting against creatures that so many had once thought was merely make believe. daemonblight ran rampant, at least that was what was claimed to the masses. briefly she wonders if that, too, was something similar between their worlds. ❝ Talk about bad luck. Even with the Reaper’s curse tagging along with us, we managed better. Guess you guys have good heads on if you made it this far, ❞ she comments, praise littered in her words briefly. how much of a misfit group his own was compared to her own, she couldn’t say. still, it took guts to face unspeakable horrors head on without turning tail.

          what smile he gives is returned with an eased expression. somehow it was like talking with her little brother all over again, as if exchanging fantasies and desires to travel the world to see it all. minus the constant book speak, that was. ❝ Bigger. If a dragon is only ten feet, I’d consider it some weird lizard thing than anything threatening. They’re probably bigger than those daemons you were talking about, ❞ she shrugs, unable to tell entirely without visual confirmation.

          ❝ This city does that to you, huh... ❞ not to mention being used to the constant feeling of losing everything you once held close in a moments notice. ❝ Depends who you’re asking. And who the one asking is. I guess the easiest way would be that I’m just some wandering troublemaker. And what about you? It doesn’t sound like you’re some kid kicking back out there. ❞ diverting the attention away from her own past, she can only hope he takes the bait. after all, he didn’t need to know a thing about the lord of calamity when it would get her nothing valuable in turn.

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                         ( @kenzenichinyo )

          FOR AS LONG AS THE therion had been in the city, scarcely had she encountered the weapons which others carried. perhaps that was why ambers were drawn aside from her task, taking note of what seemed a familiar sword at the hip of the man readying to pass by. were it only that foolish war daemon than a stranger, though it was enough to pique her attention enough. perhaps this man was someone from her world where rokurou was from, though the chances were far unlikely in a place like this.

          ❝ That sword. Or what it’s supposed to be. It’s from the East, right? ❞

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                         ( @illimitexabominer )

         HOW LONG HAD IT BEEN since she truly went out shopping rather than gathering the provisions by force? ambers glance between the paper and to the several stalls lined in the cultural sector as she struggles to find which might sell the last, few items she needed to make the dish. tsk, how troublesome. somehow it was all tougher than it looked, especially in regards to the market district along with the first sector where she found no avail. looking up, she takes note of another who seemed to be browsing, walking over to get her attention before offering the paper with the last of her shopping list on it.

         ❝ Know where I can get the ingredients listed here? ❞ crossed out were the generic kinds which she already picked up, instead leaving the more unusual ones that seemed to mostly be found in her world.

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thewitchmagilou:

“Oh come on Velvet, please~! I’m just a lonely witch who wants to have a bit of fun~! You’re my only friend in this terrible dreary world~! And you need to lighten up a bit anyway~”

Magilou carefully removes a single piece of pocky, putting it in her mouth and staring at Velvet with her fake pleading eyes.

“C’mooooon~ You know you want toooooo~”

          ❝ That’s a load of crap. And I don’t need to lighten up. Why is it always me, ❞ she snaps, finding herself grimacing at how sickeningly sweet the witch was acting now of all times. opening her eyes was a mistake after being greeted with a face like that. ❝ ... tsk. If it means getting you off my back after, fine. Just tell me what I have to do already. ❞

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thewitchmagilou:

“Velveeeet~!” 

An alarmingly sing-songy voice. She’s planning something. Shaking a box of pocky and holding it out to Velvet with a smirk, she presents her newest scheme.

“How would you like to celebrate pocky day with me, hmm~?”

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          ❝ Pocky Day? What even is that? Besides, I get the feeling that if you’re interested in it, nothing good’ll come of it. ❞ especially matching with that sing-song voice. as always, the therion does her best to keep an eye from twitching. ❝ Don’t you have others here to celebrate with or something? ❞

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          ❝ I guess I have a roommate now that I’m in that Sia place. But back home, a roommate could be a kid, a witch, a guy with brother issues, a pirate with a sister complex, and an exorcist. I doubt these guys could throw anything at me that I can’t get used to at this point. ❞

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          IT HAD BEEN THE SENSATION of fur tickling her nose that awoke her earlier. whether she should be thankful or not was something to be determined, yet the situation she woke to was anything but. ears were glued atop her head, unable to be moved by some bothersome force along with the fur which clad her figure in several places. ❝ What the... tsk. ❞ tugging only did nothing, brows creasing as she gives a grimace. only one person could have pulled something as ridiculously repulsive as this. glowering without meaning to, she looks at the nearest person. calm, stay calm.

          ❝ Hey. You seen an annoying witch come this way? ❞ velvet, that was hardly a specific question on this day of the year.

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shinsuke-undimmed:

Takasugi had seen his share of monsters, some of them entirely human. And this scene is very familiar, as though he’s been fated to relive an old memory. But the figure before him this time is not Nizou the Manslayer. The arm’s something different too. He doesn’t think it’s synthetic at all.

“Is it enjoyable?” he asks in an even tone. “Or must that claw “eat” whether you choose or not?”

          EYES REMAIN FIXED ON THE other, unwavering in the stance which she now takes. someone unperturbed by the scene which they had just seen. even the atmosphere he exudes was nothing like that of a normal person. daemonic fingers flex, her arm lifting voluntarily as if in response to his words in regards to her implied control.

          ❝ I’ve tasted better. ❞ no, that was a lie. ever since this THING had become a part of her, she could only taste blood. ❝ You offering to find out? You look like you’d suit my palate better than the rest of this trash. ❞

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                    ( @thewitchmagilou )

          HOW DID IT END UP like this? for almost a year had the woman lived within the city walls alongside the earth malak with no sign of their other comrades in the slightest. shoulders raise, tensed as she clenches a fist at the newfound nuisance she had thought to be left behind in that world of theirs. ah, talk about bad luck. ❝ Magilou... ❞ the name feels foreign on her tongue after so long without muttering it over her eccentric dramatics nor unnecessary commentary. to think now, of all times, she would surface like some unwanted blemish to tug her along without warning into what seems a party of all things.

          ❝ I told you to leave me out of this. I don’t want any part in this crazy scheme of yours. ❞

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                         ( @shinsuke-undimmed )

          DAEMONS LURKED IN THE NIGHT, slithering through unnoticed by most despite her trained eye. though not abundant as they were back home, surely the few slipping through the cracks would be enough to sustain her strange palate. the sound alone would be enough of a warning to those of weaker courage, malevolence being devoured through the monstrous claw which pins her prey to the ground without mercy. before long do the wisps of shadow disappear completely, leaving behind only the husk of the human who had been consumed by it. were that simply the end of it, eyes lifting upon hearing the sound of rustling from a few bushes to her left.

          enemy or comrade, it was difficult to say as she raises her guard. after all, had they wanted, they could have ambushed her moments ago when she had been occupied by her makeshift meal. waiting silently, she decides to speak up instead, her tone antagonistic if only for a momentary display to support her guarded stance.

          ❝ What? You looking to get eaten, too? ❞ threatening words, ones only meant to make any unnecessary lurkers skitter away were they the faint of heart.