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" Chasing after that elder brother of yours? As for your piqued interest, it would seem you're rather unfortunate; big sister isn't interested in such things with you. Ah? How cute~. Perhaps the one who's truly lonely is the one assuming such folly. "

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♕| “Hmm~? Like what? I’m more or less just biding my time, so to speak. Hee~. And of course I was focused on finding you. You piqued my interest, after all. Come to love me right, Lotti?—You’re lonely now, aren’t you….”

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" Is that so? I couldn't imagine why you were so adamant on finding me, boy. One would think you'd be focused on more 'important' tasks during my absence. "

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♕| “There you are, Lottie~. I was looking all over for you.”

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Digits twined behind her back playfully, tufts of pink hair shifting with the childish tilt of her head. Awaiting a response, observing eyes continued to peek around this man's figure to seize moments of this peculiar wonderland. Heels supported her whilst leaning back, coral lips pursed while mulling the demands for information. Presumed as this inquiries were, it mattered not to the pinkette.

Entertainment would be had in it's own way if she were forced to respond.

" I've been described as an anomaly many times, yet I had hoped I wouldn't encounter such claims here! Yet there's a reason for everyone to be where they are, otherwise their existence would not continue in the place which they stood; as such, would it not include me being here?

Regardless, Lotti Baskerville is who I am and my origins are that of Sablier, France. "

This world that one could not dream of being within... whoever this man was, he was able to pull easily at the strings of curiosity that dwell within this woman. One step forward and she drew closer, only to tilt her entire body in a lofty movement, tapping the tip of the shoes upon the ground idly. And, before a second passed from this initial action, she moved forward -- if one were observant, it would not be hard to tell these actions were used to examine his existence in a more underlying form.

A chuckle as eyes glanced upward to his countenance as she paused. " Would that be enough to know how to return me to which I came? Or if this is a fairy tale as you so beautifully weave one to believing, perhaps will you be whisking me away into a tall tower until a prince arrives to rescue me~. "

♛ of snakes and thorns

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Death was a scent the Baskerville had long been used to. Coral optics simply observed, half-lidded with lips pursed upon pale features. Steps of her carmine heels would draw unneeded glances in her direction, a cape of the same shade trailing along effortlessly with each stride forward. Even the faint jingle of the shackles that were worn loosely upon seemingly fragile wrists accompanied this peculiar guest, as if she had strut into this foreign world ready to hang in grungy dungeons if it's inhabitants saw fit.

Parlous lands as these were not something the pinkette would label with fear. These seemingly human entities did not cause apprehension to stir within, only surfacing amusement as a taunting smile lifted with the quirk of a brow. Ominous surroundings proved of more interest to her, howsoever... with creatures who held no grasp of negativity over her, they were bound to a kismet of dull perception in her eyes.

... yet this land seemed to prove it held numerous mysterious. " I'm quite aware of that fact, sir. However, it would seem I hadn't a choice upon coming. "

Whoever this man was, he was blessed with utmost beauty. Even the woman who seemed to be but a mere mortal could sense he was dangerous -- enchanting, even -- and an apparent threat to anyone who was naught but normal. A few paces forward to attempt to get a closer observation before continuing speech.

" Hm~. I don't suppose you're here to show big sister the way back home, correct? I'm not sure why it is you came to greet me, but I suppose I should feel honoured to be acknowledged by a man as daunting as yourself. "

♛ of snakes and thorns

[The air reeks of death. This is not a place where you are used to be - nor it is anything that would resemble wherever you came from. This is but another world, and you find yourself in what resembles to be a city.

 If you are familiar with demons or sensitive to their powers, you can quickly presume you are in their nest. Surprisingly, they all seem human enough. They just ignore you and your questions (if they were ever asked), and you can sense danger. As if some of them look at you as if you were their prey or enemy, something to be used and executed. Your surroundings are beautiful but ominous - they seem to know what they are doing and the architecture in some places - if you ever tried to walk around - seems to be astonishing. But it is not what you should be focusing now. There is another presence coming at you, as seconds later it presents itself as a man. His appearance is all you need to know that he is not human - much like everyone else in the strange place you find yourself into - but he seems different.

… Almost intimidating.]

  - “You should not be here.”

[His voice is cold but calm. It is unusual - for strangers to appear on his domain. He addresses you anyway, and expects a response. What you want to do - talk or run - it is entirely up to you.]

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we’ll be okay, lottie. the world might hate us for protecting them, but we still have each other, and we’ll find master glen, and everything will be okay.

we’ll be just fine.

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The day had been filled with shopping expenses to begin with.

Fang and Dug had wandered off in their own direction, lists in hand to get what it was they needed whether it by force or payment. Unlike what some would think, the Baskervilles had their own way of getting their supplies to keep on waging this war; disguise wasn't so hard if you were able to blend in easily enough, nobody from so long ago around to point you out and call attention to who you truly were.

Perhaps this was why the loyal servant had trusted that Lily would simply stay in the spot she had left her at -- the bakery, if she were to be precise.

Delicate digits had just finished dropping the coins into the palm of the owner of the shop, another item crossed off the list. Silky, pink locks were tossed over her shoulder as she gave her final goodbye to the owner, a pleasant smile on her face growing as she inhaled with a satisfactory sigh. Of all days, nothing could get worse than how smoothly it was going for them for once.

... or perhaps the pinkette had spoken a little too soon.

Circular eyes shifted in the direction that the ringing shot of a bullet sounded, a few other citizens idling within the alley taking notice just the same. A moment of hesitation was all it took before it registered what could have happened; Lily wasn't within eyesight and she carried a gun from the last encounter when another tragedy was nearly created. Laced boots crushed the gravel beneath her feet as she held the recently purchased items close, eyes narrowed as pearly whites gritted in frustration.

If not for the smell of the treats emanating from the small shop, she might have passed it within the blink of an eye. Dust swirled around her as she came to a sliding halt, the elder Baskerville placing her hand upon the frame to pull her in that much quicker to see the damage.

Most certainly what she saw was something that she would have preferred to be prevented.

“Then come on, come on, come on~! Let’s play more, Mister~!!”

" Lily -- ! "

From the looks of it the child had not been harmed, her first worry eased easily. Now it was the fact that attention would be brought to them, something unneeded and definitely dangerous if any of these town folk caught onto their unfortunate existence. Thuds across the wooden floor echoed as the lioness approached, gazing coldly down at the man who lay groaning on the floor with uncertainty of what had befallen the scene.

A pause was issued before she glanced to the young girl. " What do you think you're doing? You could get us in trouble, especially if this was a more heavily populated town!

We already have everyone speculating we were reason for that damned party; now is not the time to play with new toys! "

There was no time for them at the current state, the woman moving to tug at her wrist to get her away from the man before he could get a clear sight of herself -- as if pink hair and eyes weren't hard to miss already, she didn't need him giving detailed descriptions of the assaulter and the one who came in to help her escape. It didn't stop her from snagging the wrapped box of cake from the counter as well, chucking the littlest amount of pay regards of the payment being remotely accurate to it's true costs.

And without another word, she moved to lead the young ginger away from the scene before any witnesses happened along, finding a spot in a wooded area through an small alley formed by two enclosed buildings.

Knees became dirtied as she lowered herself to Lily's level, arms moving to wrap around her and embrace the child regardless of what smeared onto her. Nails scraped across the child's scalp, eyes easing as she relished in her tiny comrade's presence, simply glad she was safe from harm. Whether they could be hurt or not mattered little to her; there was still pain to feel and this one had suffered too much for her own good.

" ... now, you'll tell big sister what happened for it to end like that, won't you?~ "

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It was an undeniable fact that the young girl could be considered greedy.

Then again, what child her age wasn’t? They were far too young, in most situations, to actually learn the meaning of being selfless — of simply giving to others without having any jealousy or apprehension of actually giving without getting something themselves. Always, they wanted more — more and more, of everything, toys, sweets, love, and affection.

Lily Baskerville was a kind child, it was undeniable, always ready to greet any stranger in her path with a smile, harboring no judgement on them whether they be large or small — whether they be somebody society could easily dub a monster, she still waved at them as she would anybody else, speak kind words, and, of course, try to be friends with them, despite their shying away on certain occasions!

— That didn’t stop her from still being a child.

Small hands were pressed against hazy glass, foggy from her breath, seeing as she was standing so close, big blue eyes widened with eagerness as she allowed her gaze to fall upon the sweets that lay perfectly decorated against the shelves, sweets of all kinds, pink, white, some sprinkled with rainbow colors — immediately attracting her attention, an eager whine slipping through childish lips.

She really, really wanted those sweets.

Alas, the small girl had no money, huffing out with slight irritation as her boot came down promptly against the ground. What was she supposed to do? She was very, very hungry, and those sweets just looked so good! 

Cheeks filling with air, the tattooed Baskerville made up her mind, a smile flickering against her lips as she approached the glass doors that welcomed her into the store, stepping through them, saccharine scent filling her senses as she took a deep breath of air, skipping right on into the store, humming a happy tune — that insolent expression wiped off her face as soon as she entered, cloak fluttering behind her adorned movements, the shop-keeper smiling at the young girl.

Welcome, little girl!

Laughing freely, the tiniest Baskerville scuttled on over to the counter, not yet tall enough to reach the top so that she may rest her elbows against the fine marble construction, smiling brightly at the man — though she had to crane her head upward to look at him fully.

“Hello~! Can I have….” 

Pausing, the little girl pondered her selection for a brief minute, letting her gaze fall against every sweet that was to be offered to her. Some were small, some were large, but she just couldn’t pick which one she wanted until, at the very end of the second row, there it was! A grand cake smeared with pink frosting, looking all too good to just be sitting there without anybody to eat it!

That poor cake must have been very lonely!

“That one!”

Pointing an eager finger, she leaned up onto her tippy-toes to further point out which one she wanted, the man nodding with a chuckle as he beckoned to her call, pulling the cake from the shelf and wrapping it up nice and pretty as she watched eagerly, a giggle leaving her as her tongue traced over her lips with earnest. Pretty soon, that cake wouldn’t be lonely anymore, because it’d be resting right in her tummy!

Once the box was slid over to her, she smiled, leaning up to attempt to reach it — though her fingertips only brushed over the white box, a grunt escaping her lips as the kind man spoke once again, naming the price she would have to pay for the cake. She didn’t know math very well, but she knew that it was a big number, and she didn’t have enough money to pay for all of it! Cheeks once more filling up with air, an irritated grumble escaped her as she quickly became displeased once more, looking up at the man as she crossed her arms over her chest, “Mmm… Can’t you just give it to me, Mister? I’ve been a good girl!”

The man looked uncomfortable, now — shaking his head with a short response,

I’m afraid not, little girl… You’ll have to pay.

That wasn’t fair at all.

He had gone and wrapped the cake up for her, hadn’t he? He could have told her that she had to pay — even though he made it seem like she was going to get it just for being nice, right? Even though her stomach was growling prominently, even though she was so excited —

Even though she was such a good girl.

Are you going to pay, or not?

Irritation shown through the man’s voice now, the little girl never ripping her gaze away from him — her cheeks quickly deflating as he simply stood there for a few moments before giving her an irritated glance, putting burly hands on the pretty, wrapped, white box to take it away before, quickly, the young girl reached for the item she kept stashed close near her shorts, pulling it out with absolutely no hesitation.

A gun. Reim’s gun. 

How mean~! How mean of this man to change his attitude from kind into that of a filthy monster, speaking to her as if she was a bug underneath his feet! She was only asking a question, wasn’t that right — ? She was being a good girl, she wasn’t jumping to conclusions — and he began to speak to her with a vulgar tone, began speaking to her as if she was a bother.

Just as they did.

Jumping back, the man’s eyes wrenched wide open —

L-Let’s not be hasty—!

Even before he could finish his sentence, the Baskerville pulled the trigger with a simple lock of her finger, sending the bullet flying, hitting the man square in the shoulder, the sound of flesh being ripped prominent as easily, blood splattered.

“Too late~! Too late~!”

It was almost as though the little girl was singing her words to mock the man, spinning around happily as arms extended to her sides, foot following the other in a twisted sort of waltz as, suddenly, a groan surfaced from the man, her eyes widening with vigorous excitement in seeing he was still alive. Skipping behind the counter and over to his crouched, panting figure, her head cocked to the side with fascination, young eyes scanning the bullet wound that oozed blood.

You…child of a whore—!

Laughing once more, the little girl clapped her hands together, allowing the gun to drop down behind her, “I’m so glad~! I’m so glad you’re not broken yet~! That means we can play more, doesn’t it?”

“Then come on, come on, come on~! Let’s play more, Mister~!!”

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... a tug at her senses?

It was almost as if an important call rang through her ears, the pinkette's small frame pausing in mid stride as pink eyes looked up from the ground. Such a nostalgic feeling, mind reeling as she remembered how intense this feeling once was. Always in the comfort of his presence whether you were completely next to him or even within the same property.

It was like she was truly back in those peaceful times.

Just like when she had first arrived.

No doubt in her mind restrained her from changing her path, following that feeling as she felt herself become anxious. And, with a longing in her chest ready to burst her fluttering heart, eyes set upon the cloaked figure that had come slowly into view.

Expression shifted to one caught off guard, moisture threatening to collect at the corner of her eyes from the sight.

" ... Master Glen? "

{hourglass; open.

It seemed he’d found a body once more, his own body.  After the horrifying affairs he’d last experienced within said personage, Glen found it an almost disorienting relief to be back.  Sweeping his cloak round himself as was an old, almost instinctual habit of his, the Duke gazed about, amaranthine eyes gleaming faintly in the light.  

He had to ensure the safety of his family. As cold as he did often seem to be, Glen did care for them quite a lot, and had to at least respect and follow his duties, as was only expected of such a nobleman.

The duke turned, one thin, lithe hand slipping into the pocket of his long coat as he smoothly made way. In one hand, he held the golden pocket watch that was so important. His gloved thumb gently traced across the device’s intricate grooves, and for a moment, he was tempted to stop and listen to its happy tune. But he had little time for that.

Perhaps he would chance across his old friend. 

The duke nearly laughed at the thought of another reunion. How touching it would be. He was sure it wouldn’t end well, resulting in some form of bloodshed… he had low hopes for them both.

No, it was most certainly time to change things.

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Excuse me for this Miss Lotti... *kisses*

... now let's just let that little action sink in for a minute.

" Fang?! What in the world do you think you're doing -- "

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" My, my~. It's always so quiet whenever I happen to check in. "

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" That's much more polite from when we first met. Quite honestly I'd rather see your smile ripped off and tossed into the trash with that offer of friendship you made!~ "

“Eh~? My my~ What a rude greeting~ It’s almost as if you don’t enjoy seeing my smiling face, neh~?”

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" Miss Baskerville isn't here right now, please don't come back later! "

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" And if that were the case would you be able to stop me?~♥ But if you so insist I'll give mercy this once, only because you can be quite cute compared to the other brats that I have to associate with. "

unfollow please!

『My my. We’ve only just been reunited and you already want to give me a spanking? You’re moving too fast, Lotti-chan~ Leave the ‘discipline’ for later tonight~<3』

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" Now, now... you know it's quite rude to twist a lady's words like that, don't you? Let's not make big sister punish you for silly things! "

unfollow please!

『Oh Lotti-chan. You know I absolutely love it when you talk dirty to me. You’re such a naughty little minx. <3』

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" The only thing you cause is a bit of annoyance, little boy. "

unfollow please!

『See? I cause things to happen.』

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unfollow please!

considering i'll be turning this account into an indie (how do i indie anyway) and i've been meaning to drop her from upm, there's really no need to follow this account if you're part of the group or feel no need to follow it!

it was fun here while it lasted and hopefully i can have some fun indie rping with her, too, if i get the chance!