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and before i realized it,        it became a habit.

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“Can’t risk dying,” you repeat, stuck in your ways. There was something about the thought of death which made you equal to humans in every way. Fear, was it? Probably, though you’d never admit that. Not out loud anyway. Not to strangers. Though even without that fear there was more to it. Vanity and reasons to be alive being two to name.

Then, oh. There was a good point this kid just made. Not giving a name just made their job more difficult. Man, you should’ve thought this through more. “Huh. Uhhh. No one knows my name,” you confess. “Nicknames work? Like Nima.”

Frisk frowned, they really needed to know the others name for this to work. Names didn’t mean much to them, they were just titles to call people. Without a name, how could they ask around about this person.

“Dying is no real problem here. I’m done it three times since I’ve arrived. Painful, but not the end. You’ll come back soon enough. But it’s really hard to check on what people have seen of you without a name… Do you not have one, or you won’t share it?”

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Always with the names. You hate that about this culture, names. You only told three people your name in your lifetime and only one ended up actually trustworthy with it. And even though there may be no one in this city with the know how to use your name against you it still feels like something to hang onto. So you lie.

“No name, not human and wanna help because lived through enough wars to know what happens if no one helps. Won’t lie, kid. City’s got me weak. If this turns worse gonna die. Can’t afford to die.”

“Name, species, and why you want to help. To be honest, species mostly only matters to differentiate human from not. Not everyone is okay with speaking to a human. Specific species can be important at times, but not always. If you do’t feel like sharing that, I understand.”

The child was perfectly calm as they spoke. Despite everything from their voice to their sweater saying this was a child, Frisk hardly acted the role anymore. They didn’t act like an adult either. More like a vessel for determination.

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You wave the other over. Whether or not she approaches you don’t seem to mind and turn to the pinball machine in question. “This kid,” you comment as you put in the needed coins and began to play.

The ball shoots up. It bounces off a few objects and you knock it up a few times. Eventually you get it on one of the clicker things, you forgot their name, and look back over to the blond. 

“Wanna play?”

As she waits for an answer, the silence between the two of them only seems to grow and fester into some sort of unease. Why exactly had they called the Claymore over? Why are they taking so long to respond to the blonde’s earnest inquiry? As the warrior’s eyebrows knit together slightly she is finally met with an answer…

… That only seems to bring more questions to the table.

❝ ‘Pinball’? No, I’m afraid not… What is that exactly? ❞

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          train yourself to let go of everything you  f e a r  to lose.

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“What?” You look offended. “No way kid. I look like someone who would do that?”

“I’m positive, I…”

“Wait.” You crawl up onto shore. “… I apologize if this is rude, but… you didn’t push me, did you?”

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You pause in thought for a moment. It seems as though the word spies struck a chord in this one, you note. You wonder what kind of cord as you nod your head lazily.

“Yeah. Ever hear a fly on the wall kid?” The saying proved true too many times. By your doing no less; shapeshifting into a fly had its perks. “But bees on walls.” 

—✕ █ ▌And does a lie hurt even if it be for such a consequential thing? Loghain is unsure of that. Certainly, he would be disappointed, but a bee is just a bee…

❝I suppose that would make sense, since they take from the world around them. Pollinating flowers and the like. Small as they are, they would make good spies…❞ He trails off, lips pressed together in thought. ❝…Spies?❞

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scary place huh

never know when troubles gonna hit

but i can help you out by scouting

so lets talk yeah?

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Isae wants something, more than anything, its bad and big but encompasses her entirely. It takes precedent over her every other want. She would give anything to have been able to save her brother. She carries the weight of the guilt like a sack of bricks around her neck. Someone with such a big wish may intrigue them? Possibly getting manipulating Isae. 

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You were familiar with war. As a being of great age you’ve lived through a few of them yourself, even caused one or two. Accidentally of course. Or so you would claim to anyone asking.

This war? Well, nothing new about it besides the setting. Inhabitants were controlled by one outside force or another. Now tired of that control over them they blamed who they could and wish for all outsiders to leave. To be free. Really, same old same old. If you were free to use your powers as you willed it would just be a matter of where to sit and watch. However, as it were...

You were nearly on the same level as humans. Disgusting, I know.

To balance out that fact you were in search of others to assist you until capable of riding this event out in ease. This is what brings you to this stranger.

“Hey,” you state as montone and casual as ever. “You okay kid?”

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After that first encounter, Karen found herself hiding in various buildings and alleyways to avoid contact with anyone. All the while, she wondered if she could do anything.

There was some doubt in her mind and she was denying a possible truth that the scientists alone were responsible. If that were the case, then what is the truth to everything else that has happened in the past?

Either way, she felt very powerless and it was a feeling she was very familiar with. Even outside the city, she survived through her wits and blade alone. She barely used her own influence with water as there were not that many worlds where humans had a similar ability.

“If only there was something I could do,” She thought.

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“Dairy’s okay in like...chocolate,” you nod to yourself as if you just said something worth agreeing with. Something groundbreaking even. Who ever disagreed with chocolate right? No one.

You sit up to place your arms on the table after waving one. “Veggies are lame though. Meat for days is where it’s at.�� You say as if everyone should see it the same way even though you know that is not the case. Not everyone is a people-eater such as yourself.

It was clear that she wasn’t going to get a name, real or false, from Infin. And after the protest they had given not too long before… Well, even then it didn’t seem like they had actually cared.

She say down across from Infin and said nothing about his unusual posture. Bit by bit, it was becoming clear that there was no point to expecting any sort of normalcy from them.

“Do you not like dairy?” she asked.

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scary place huh

never know when troubles gonna hit

but i can help you out by scouting

so lets talk yeah?

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ooc; YES I APPROVE !! riruka and tira would be the best of friends

i already need to fill one reserve but maybe that’d be my next one...

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tira from soul calibur someday in the future!

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Giving a lazy shrug you just look at the shards, not needing to look up to know the stranger is shocked. Perks of being made of smoke, you guess. Eyes were just an illusion on you.

“Why wouldn’t I? It makes a good example.” You crouch down and make as if you’re cleaning the mess lest the owner kicks you from the store for good. Cleaning was never one of your strong suits though. It doesn’t take long into the act before it is dropped.

Now instead of picking up the shards you’re just pushing them around. “Does it upset you?”

Castiel blinks, his eyes widening as he looks down at the shards of glass now scattered across the floor. His head lifts back up again and he gazes at the stranger with incredulous shock.

At the front of the store, the shopkeeper makes a noise of alarm, and Castiel stares back at the stranger, completely immobile.

“You…” he starts to say, and looks down at the mess again. “Why would you do that?”