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This was most certainly a sight to see. It was shame she didn't have a camera to take a picture because surely she would be able to buy one. Wingull and Agria would most likely enjoy that sight... well, perhaps not Wingull along with Agria because she did respect their King highly. Which was a surprise seeing how she happily bad mouth everyone, but him.

Clasping her hands behind her back and waking a few steps forwards before pausing, Presa raised her hand to her mouth and coughed lightly in an attempt to catch his attention. It was a nice surprise to be able to find that she was no longer alone here.

Bonus points for how he looked quite confused at the moment. But that is to be expected because it wasn't like they had such places back home. Or at least they rarely went to one. Everything was always work, work, duties and work.

"Your Highness, if you wish I can help you," she said while trying to hold back a smile. There was some spare cash on the pouch she was carrying so if he wanted something and did have the funds, Presa didn't mind paying for him.

The Struggle [open]

"…"

A most intense ruby glare emanated from his highness, staring down an adversary that had proved itself worthy of his undivided attention. His lips settled on a stern, thin line as the king observed this worthy foe, observing its movements carefully and cautiously.

The king had been on a quest to discover more of this metropolitan-sized laboratory, when a recent predicament struck him in the middle of his noble exploration. A human ailment, one that could no longer be ignored ever since the king arrived in the Hive.

Hunger.

Plagued with this problem, the king then actively sought out for ways of nourishment, only to realize that despite his royal status, he was essentially reduced to a peasant in this foreign land. So now stands a still proud king before an establishment known as a fast food restaurant, looking completely out of place and clueless as to how he should acquire food.

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on a hunt. ) [closed: alvin]

Okay, it was time to stop lazying around and getting back to work. She needed to collect as much data as she could, even more so since his Highness was here now. It wouldn't be good if she started slacking off on the job just because she was no longer in Rieze Maxia. She already had gotten enough rest and it was time to get moving.

Wearing a coat in order to keep herself covered, Presa wondered the streets, going in and out of alleyways and looked for somewhat shady people. They always had some sort of information on them. Anything would be good enough for her as long as she could use it to protect herself and her King.

A lot of them didn't look like they knew much about the place though, more like they were wanting to sell who knows what. Clicking her tongue in annoyance, she kept walking and ignoring most of the people until she was able to exit that area.

Now where to go... pushing her brows together and crossing her arms, Presa huffed. Really, there had to be someone around here that would know the ins and out for this place. Maybe it was best to find someone who didn't look so filthy.

And that's when she's able to spot a certain mercenary, or who she assumes. So what does the lovely Presa do? Start trailing him just in case. The coat looked a lot like his and that messy hair as well, but for all she could know it was just some guy that happened to have a familiar figure and coat.

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gonna have gaius on one arm and alvin on the other

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[ okay! i am pulling presa off hiatus so if anyone wishes to thread with her, or has an open that needs responding to, please just like this!

otherwise i might post an open myself. ]

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Ah, it looked like she had given her the wrong idea. Even if she was uncomfortable talking about her past, maybe it would help her move on, be less angry towards him. Deep down inside, Presa felt a lot of emotions towards Alvin, all of them she couldn't keep under control. All of her emotions had to be masked and faked when it came to him.

"Alvin didn't exactly help me, but he did help my King in some ways because he would give us what we wanted. And ... unfortunately, or fortunately, I did not help him. I suppose in a sense I did help him complete a mission of his in the past ... but ... I did it without meaning to," she explained, letting out a sigh.

Maybe she had spoken too much, but it was a bit hard to take back what she said. Again, maybe if she talked about it, she could move on. But this anger really was something that drove her forward, to keep on fighting. It was how she was able to find her first home, and then her current one.

She just hoped this would be a good enough answer to Elle. It was strange how she knew all about Alvin's past, but nothing about his future, while it was the complete opposite with the child. Or so Presa believed, she couldn't imagine him talking freely about what he did.

Far away to have a doubt about Alvin’s past, everything he did, planned to betrayal his companions of trek either fellows aknowledging as friends, the Alvin of the past is definitevely burned, died upon years passed among his new team along Jude, Milla, Ludger and Elle. To carry on a lot of secrets of treachery upon both shoulders is plenty worrying whether the little girl will be able to understand a tad better his adventures, in spite of all, her unpleasant restlessness hovering.

Realizing Presa nodded her head slowly, to let fully understand she agrees unto how much Alvin changed, in a positive way, this detail give a reflection to hope a possible friendly relation between them? If only both of these adults are willing, to say the least. It sounds as an impossible challenge attribuated in cases of adults who may find easily a sort of idea to end up in good terms—

The voice was commanding its own words, from all judgements given since the topic of mercenaries casted in a rush musing which wasn’t destined to begin a debate in a opposition between Elle and a member of the Fauve, yet to say the truth it’s a first meeting with the Real Presa because Ludger and the others had met an Alternate Self of the maiden, obviousy the story is left in a sinking unanswered situation, leaving blue eyes in a discernible confusion.

“It means.. Did you been helped during a mission? You aren’t a mercenary but working for Gaius.. For sure, he helped you, didn’t he?” Acknowledging Gaius is a honourable king, wanting to offer as much as possible his help towards needy being, some points stays in a mysterious response, nonetheless she has the firm conviction he always supporting his fellows.

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Sighing, Presa crossed her arms. Ah, that was right, everyone came from different worlds so they would have different views on clothing. While it was something she did forget, neither did she really focus on that factor. It was a mistake on her part, a foolish one.

"I see ... well, I'm still curous on if you think this is good enough to ... attract people with it, by that I mean would you find yourself attracted to someone wearing this?" She asked, tilting her head. "And I just mean in general, not ... you know," Presa added, unsure of how this woman would react to her words.

She probably had to be more careful with what she said, after all one could get the wrong idea quite easily. Her main focus was on attracting men to her, but seeing there was no males for her to go and ask, she was stuck with females.

Not that Presa minded because some women were able to understand the way males thought, whiles others couldn't. She just wanted a second opinion, if the woman did not think it was that great then she would have tot ry something different.

After all she was dressing to please everyone from different worlds and time periods. There was no point in buying a dress that only one person would find nice, she needed one that all would enjoy.

dress to impress [closed: yamraiha]

❂ ||��It felt somewhat silly to be even a little excited for an event which was held in this unfamiliar land. The sorceress had no intention of attending the celebration, but her curiosity was still piqued nonetheless. What was the cause for an event this large and extravagant? Was it traditional or customary in this country? The questions were endless as aquamarine hues studied a nearby poster extensively.

From the looks of things, the event was some sort of dance and the participants dressed in more formal attire than usual. Seeing a few civilians pass by, the females were dressed in gowns which exposed their skin (some more than others) and the accompanying males were in gentlemanly ensembles. Yamraiha on the other hand…was still dressed in her Sindrian robes and sandals which were suited to the tropical weather back home. She must’ve stood out from the crowd substantially.

The magician’s suspicions of her ‘uniqueness’ were soon confirmed once a voice of an unknown woman singled her out. Turning around, a blonde woman with thin frames observed her expectantly—her lips pursed in expecting an opinion concerning her party dress. Yamraiha wondered if her own sense of fashion would even matter in this world in the first place..

Upon further inspection, Yamraiha deemed that the woman and her outfit were entirely foreign and different to anything she had been accustomed to. “Well, I must say that your dress is very..unique!” the blue-haired woman managed at last, displaying a sheepish smile to reassure the woman that she meant no offense, “But I must apologize Miss—I’m not very familiar with the fashion trends around here since I’m new to Hive City.. Sorry I can’t be of much help..!” || ❂

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dress to impress [closed: yamraiha]

Now this dance didn't catch her attention a whole lot, but what did catch her attention about it was how many people would attend. She was sure that some of them would be males, one who were ranked quite high, or at least knew a lot about Hive City.

That was when she's be able to come into play and have her fun. If there was one thing that Presa had a thirst for, it was information and she had plenty of experience on how to get it. At least when it came to males, perhaps even females who swigged the other way. She never did test those waters, not yet anyway.

Running her hand down the sides of her body and stopping at her waist, Presa turned around to get a better look at the back of the dress. Honestly, it wasn't the best she had seen and it wasn't the most comfortable, but men seemed to enjoy the thigh dresses that showed of a woman's body.

Now that question was .. how would another woman take it? Would she find it attractive, or did it scream about what she was planning to do? Opening the curtains of the chance room, Presa sighed and stepped out.

"Excuse me ... what do you think of this dress?" She asked, walking up to a blue-haired woman who was quite attractive herself. Depending on her answer, this dress would either be ready to go, or ready to go be returned. Either way Presa wasn't bothered.

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"...Yes," she said with an uneasy sort of tone. Honestly, it was hard to not feel a little stingy when talking about somebody that you thought you were close to, but in the end that might not have been true. The feeling of betrayal still lurked heavily in her heart when Presa thought of that man.

Nodding her head slowly, it would appear that Elle was right. He had changed from what she kept hearing, part of her wish to see if this was true with her own eyes, but that felt doubtful.

She would just take to take the girls word, and others. It would still take some time for such a thing to sink in. Shaking her head, Presa forced her mind to focus on the topic of mercenary's, one that would keep her mind distracted from thinking about /him/.

It looked like Elle was able to finally understand her point of view. "That would most likely be true, or they could be smart and offer suggestions to get them out of a sticky situation. It really all depends on the person and enemy that they are facing," Presa responded, pushing her glasses up because they had started to slip a little.

Does inquiring Presa about Alvin’s pasts and deeds were a bad action from her curious side travelling along the ex-mercenary—? Blinking twice after seeing the older female pondering about what response will match with the question from the child, as if perhaps rumbling anywhere the nose is truly a wrong reflexe, there she goes, her head was turned elsewhere, out of the corner of her eyes she hold her gaze upon Presa, to observe whether a possible sentence coming.

Al. Ah, it’s a new nickname for Alvin? Well, aside this little detail, noticing he always favored working all on her own instead buiding up a team is somewhat… Strange? Because at Helioborg, after encountering him, he was the first one to claim aloud he’s Jude friend, supposing he wouldn’t mind to join the party and working hand in hand — That new side streamed from the words strongly increased throughout Presa’s sentence is plenty troubling, therefore. “Alvin-ojisan wouldn’t let anyone get closer from him..? He changed a lot, then.” She added in a response, satisfying what she wanted to learn about her older companion.

As she continues to preserve a keen attention to Presa whilst collecting herself to behold correctly her interlocutor, retorting an assumption was totally expected from the said person, either way how Elle can have a good point affecting the job of mercenary? Arching a blond-eyebrow along a incomprehensive feeling, Elle believed persons who are customers haven’t enough nonsence to save a mercenary in danger, especially if this one has signed a contract to protect the customer. “You’re right.. Maybe they would save the mercenary, only if they’re strong.”

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Sighing with relief, she was glad that there would be no hard feelings between the two, or so that's what she was able to read from him. It would cause all sorts of complicates for her if her King knew that she had threatened a man he trusted, if what he said was true.

For the most part Presa believed him, but she couldn't help having a lingering doubt about it because she had never heard him mention this man to her, or any of the other Fauves for that matter. The group was a tightly knit one, it acted as a family of sorts.

At least that's how it came across to the arte user. She was not sure what the others though, and neither did she dare wish to ask them. It was best to leave some subjects unspoken after all.

"Yes, I am sure that we will," Presa spoke with a small smile appearing on her lips, attempting to act friendly with him. Crossing her arms and watching him walk off, she stayed there for a second, stuck in thought before turning around and went off in her own direction.

A slight tilt of his head followed her strange gesture, the fist over her heart almost seeming…protective—or, no, acting as a barrier of sorts. There was no way for him to extract the meaning of what he said from her mind, and nor was it possible, given their current relocation, for him to ever find out from a secondary source; this short meeting with her was enough to tell him that she won’t exactly go around sharing that sort of back story. Yet he felt an out of body curiosity for it, not particularly liking being out of the know but also not willing to do anything about it.

“It’s alright.”

Things could have turned out much, much worse, and granted, it was partially Ludger’s fault for staring her down in the first place. On that note, his gaze tilts elsewhere, unsure as to what else there is to say, if anything at all. The scale of choices tilts in favor to the latter, that mindset ensuing parting words. “I hope we’ll meet again.” Being that any future reunions will be less hostile, of course, and that perhaps they’d both be more…willing to hear about the other. But for now, he raised a hand in goodbye — just a hand, no wave to it —, drops it back to his side after a moment or so, then turns and ambles off elsewhere.

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Never did she think that she would have to explain Alvin's actions, it left a bitter taste in her mouth and not to mention made her uneasy. But she wasn't going to ignore the girls question if it meant getting her to understand what it meant to be a mercenary.

"Al worked alone because because he doesn't trust people, he refused to allow himself to get close to another." With the exception of herself that was, but they didn't work together during the time they spent together. For as long as she had known him, he was a man that was hard to read, that would play on all sides and didn't care what happened to others as long as he got what he wanted.

Thinking back to what Elle said earlier, Presa let out a heavy sigh. "I still think you are incorrect when it comes to help, after all if you are guiding people like your clients then that are likely to help you, no? There are also people you meet along the way." Or that was what she believed.

Not to mention she had seen it with her own eyes when that certain somebody had attacked a monster. He had help in doing so, and the boy wasn't 'working' with the elder either, but still offered to help and work together with the man.

The sudden remark of Presa in conversational vision of being a mercenary is plenty interesting, even for a child who habitually don’t tend her head to receive such foggy explanations from a adult. Hand resting underneath her chin, circled eyes took a promenade along the landscape, attention stil captivated via Presa’s retorts. “Working alone isn’t amusing either helpful with you need help but you can’t requesting it because you’re alone.”

Unstable work aimed at the meaning of mercenary delighting persons wanting to have a life fully filled by adventures, any type of feelings rerouted to a desire of gaining a bunch of gald to satisty its own greed. Out of all, Elle wouldn’t mean to describe Presa as a person relating her job only to touch a good jackpot of money however it’s yet too early to confirm an such of possibility, the older woman isn’t a part of Elle’s friends after all.

“A mercenary can work in a group? But if you are right, why Alvin worked alone? Not like you, because you are surrounded by Gaius as well with counterparts.” Taking in the discussion, resuming a different topic is barely troubling for Elle, mind hovering at each explanations twisting in a loop. Indeed, how contradict wildly someone who have acquaitances, details about a job experienced in the past unlike Elle.

Although laws are a form to prevent inhabitants disobeying the king of the realm, most obvious example is fixed over Nachtigal, ruling formerly beyond II Fan, he had done various monstrosities, directing his finger to scoop up inhabitants of his kingdom to use them as pawns.

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There was a pang in her chest, an uncomfortable amount of tightness that felt like it was restricting her breath. Presa refused to let it show on her face, but the young woman clenched her hand and raised it to her chest, gently holding it where her heart was.

Both men trusted this stranger, and that meant he would have to be friends with them or at least co-workers. But the latter felt impossible when it came to Al. Gaius on the other hand was different. Although if this man was a co-worker, how did she never see him? She was still curious about many things, but decided it was best to leave things be for the moment.

"I see," she spoke and lowered her head. A faint smile spread out on her lips. "Please forgive me for my earlier actions if that is the case. It is just that one can not be too careful with predators around." That, and she also didn't know if he was trust worthy or not.

Relief washed over him when his chin was released and he strained a smile, albeit it a very brief one. Good, quarrel avoided: he had long since stopped seeking tension, if one could say he ever started at all since he usually ends up on the provoked end of pressure. It’s a misfortune he’s so passive about these things, doing whatever’s necessary to leave his mental level of humdrum unbroken, being that it came back to bite him a time or two.

For response, he shook his head in cadence to her first statement, the need to mention such curiously raising his attention. Even now he’s obscured from the definition of her relationship with Alvin and Gaius, but to say something like that makes it come off as perhaps…teasing, like siblings. He could not tell for sure, of course.

As for the question: “Yes, they both trust me.” From an outsider’s standpoint, it’d be hard not to keeping in mind his short way of speech will not lead him to go around fouling secrets.

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"Why thank you, it's one I picked myself," Presa happily admitted. While she didn't like getting open with strangers, she was sure that there would be no harm in stating such a small fact. Besides, depending on how much this woman drank, she wouldn't remember it.

Raising a brow when Fang had trouble pronouncing her worlds name, she couldn't help, but giggle at it. "Lee-see Max-e-ar~" Dragging out the words, hoping that the tanned woman would be able to understand it better. Although her speech had started to become slurred, the Fauve doubted she would be able to say it.

What a lightweight this woman was, or perhaps it was just a lot of alcohol in the drink. Staring down at her glass, she felt a little bad that she wasn't a big drinker. Presa did prefer to stay sober.

Cat... thing... glancing behind her, the young woman looked at her tail which was hanging there, only giving a small flick when Presa desired it to do so. "Mink," she corrected her at first. "And my hair is normally like this to be honest, the tail is a form of magic you could say." Explaining how Artes would be a pain right now.

Come What May(CA open)

A smile that’s nice, Fang was glad that her companion tonight wasn’t a boring person. “Presa, that’s a lovely name.” She nodded holding her glass up as she grinned at her.

“Lease… Liesh… Liesh Mashia…” How does one pronounce a word someone had just said to her? Definitely not how Fang was doing it, but the huntress was rather pleased with her slurring of the words. “Soundsh like a nice place.”

It probably was unless it had as many buildings as Cocoon did, which if it did, Fang would probably not like life there. Ah well, the brunette pushed her glass forward, time for a third glass.

“But hey, I know itsh not my place ta ashk but what’s with the whole cat thing you’ve got on?”

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tot magic or swordplay?

magic because cHECK OUT THAT TOME

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WIS(yourself, and with people in Citta)

I'm not sure if the latter is still with Presa, but Citta-wise so just correct me if I'm wrong -- Presa's also just people in her game because crack wise I have quite a few.

Presa -

Alvin 

Agria 

Citta peeps

Jack/Tettere

Dio/Luna

Nina/Grimmjow

GLaDOS/Hichigo 

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ANONYMOUS PLAY TIME! (or not, up to you)

Send me one of these and I’ll answer.

HYE have you ever?

FMK fuck marry kill (with three names)

KHC kiss hug cuddle (with three names)

AMA ask me anything

HON hot or not? 

WWY well would you?

WYR would you rather? 

TOD truth or dare?

SMW ship me with? (send me ships)

TOT this or that?

WIS who I ship? (with myself, or with others — specify) 

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The woman was for another world, how interesting, although she already guessed that much because her clothing was different from those she saw back home. There was also that accident of hers too, one that she had never heard of before.

Interesting.

Blinking twice while taking a sip of her drink, it finally clicked she never told Fang her name. "Presa, that's my name~." she chimed happily as if she was proud of it. She still found herself amused with how there names were so alike in meaning.

"And I'm from Liese Maxia, a lot like your Gran Pulse, but not a many open plains I suppose." Most of the area was taken up by cities or towns, only large areas would be those in-between. But they were still quite open and it did take a few days to travel at times.

Come What May(CA open)

Drink with caution people always said, drink slowly and not too much, take care of yourself and certainly do not let yourself be fooled into thinking that you can drink more than you are able to. All good advice that Fang had never heard.

So with the first drink in hand, the bronze-skinned woman was quick to tip its contents down in one gulp. The empty glass sliding back across the wooden surface towards the bartender. “I’m from Gran Pulse, it’s a lovely place, large open plains and everyone there’s real nice.”

“Lots of big beasties too, lovely place to hunt and live really. Nothing like this place here.” Fang gestured around her as she took a hold of the refilled glass. “But the drinks there can’t much compare to what they’ve got ‘ere.”

With the glass raised the woman preparing to take a drink when it came to her. “So where are you from, um… and what do I call ya?”

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Sighing and closing her eyes, she knew that Elle had a good point. But everyone was different and it's not like one is forced into mercenary work. "In a sense, I'm not. But a former job of mine isn't that different from one. Being a mercenary is only bad if you're weak and you neither have the heart of it," Presa explained.

It was a tough job, a nasty one too at times which is why one needed to have a strong mind for it as well. Blinking twice, there was a quiet laugh from Presa. This was quite awkward to be fighting with a little girl over what the job of a mercenary was like.

"Wrong, dear~"

"You will get help because how would one know if you're a mercenary or not? It depends on if you're alone or not, after all there are groups of them around the world. Rules are important because they protect people, yes, but not everyone likes to follow them."

Just like people didn't wish to follow the law and some even went as far as taking it into their own hands. To her, rules were the same as being restricted to what one could do. It could easily hide ones true ability even.

Raising her head in a comfortable level, Elle rose a blond eyebrow, truthfully the youth isn’t plenty sure to understand what Presa point out in the unstable job of a mercenary requiring conditions for. ”Alvin and Jude told it isn’t a good job for persons, especially Alvin who tells that he ceased his work for some reasons. But you aren’t a mercenary, aren’t you?” Sure, a child may not include in her logic jobs related to mercenaries either illegals deeds aiming Redau and is place within Clanspia although a wonder penetrate among other stuff tidied in her mind— So much snapping words dedicaced towards the ojisan. What he deserved worthily to get Presa’s resentments?

“Wrong. Off of all rules, you’re somewhat unarmed. If you’re going to die, nobody will help you because a mercenary work alone. Rules are set to protect persons, sometimes. That’s why everyone isn’t impellent to follow each rules but it is good to know that someone establish them, to keep you safe.” As if perhaps she cannot grasp senses evoked in words, feeling a freedom breeze murmuring through her ears everyday is a newly event for her, everything is currently undiscoverable.

Money is crucial to live. In case, work is important. But not whatever jobs scooped up blindly or caused to a urge to muse about an adventure life per days. Holding a questionning expression, Elle clasped her both hands before herself, head tilted to see Presa mindly silently, eyes remaining staring at the blonde.