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the young woman hung the qipao carefully on the hanger close to where her workspace was. she adjusted the qipao so that it hung appropriately and draped the edges of the qipao on the hanger next to it so that she could analyze it closer. "I am honored that you chose me for this task. I will do my best to have it repaired and looking like it was when you first wore it!" she stated. Yura took extreme pride in her lessons and knowledge. While most of her classmates had gone on to everyday design or haute couture, she turned her eye to the delicate restoration work of vintage pieces. The fact the goddess brought the beautiful, old qipao to her made her feel even more honored than the goddess.

As the goddess agreed to her due date estimation, Yura pulled her boxes of thread and color wheels to color match to the golden fabric. "Alright, then I will have it done by then," she added, cycling the thread colors from her rack until she made it the the gold/yellow. As she was asked the compensation for her talents and required materials, Yura nodded. An important point of discussion. "Well, depending on the materials needed and whether we have them in stock here or they need to be special ordered, it will be a bit expensive," she said, as she was color matching thread. "A safe estimate, since I am only going off what I feel is the fabric and the amount of repairs required, we're looking at between 1,000 to 3,000 over all," she stated.

"It's like I said, vintage repair does take some time, especially on pieces that are heavily decorated and embroidered," she added.

Oh dear, Xiwangmu wouldn't necessarily call the qipao as being in 'impeccable' condition, though she could admit it was in better condition than most dresses its age. She and her fairies did tend to care for the garment quite well; she just couldn't quite place how it could have met with the damage it had. She wondered if perhaps one of the ladies had worn it without permission and simply snuck it back into the box in hopes of not being caught and facing reprimand for her actions. She would, indeed, have to have a chat with everyone who may have had access to the dress, but for now, she was more concerned with its repair. In any case, the goddess was relieved to learn that this sort of vintage attire was something the seamstress considered a specialty! What luck! An auspicious day, indeed!

She watched with cautious anticipation as the young woman studied the damages in the beading and embroidery, and lifted her hand to rest over her heart as a soft sigh of relief escaped her petal lips, hearing the woman could indeed repair it. "Oh, thank you. I would be so very grateful for your skills. Having it prepared by Lunar New Year would be perfect." Considering that holiday was more Xiwangmu's preference in any case. "Shall we discuss the subject of compensation for your labor, talents, and required materials?" She knew that, as old as the silk threads were, it would be quite difficult to come across a color and quality that would exactly match those in the qipao.

[mpyura]

YOONA KNOCK (2023)

[mpyura]

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@vulpe-mp

Yura could be considered a sort of magician when it came to the thread and cloth business. She had taken the high pain tolerance, the skills of tattooing and art and took it to a whole different level. She prided herself on her skills and her hand embroidery and she had a constant client in Vulpe. They had become close when he was looking for someone to design a slutty version of the Black Swan. She had done the costume in lace and and black sequins and rhinestones. It had been a sight to behold. Tasteful, set seductive. So of course, she had become almost a constant for Vulpe.

Hearing the door to the shop open, the young woman didn't even look up from the coat she'd been working on for Arawn. The God had placed a personal order. She didn't even have to look up to see who entered because of Vulpe's familiar shoes clacking on the floor. "What brings you here, Vulpe? Another slutty costume to woo your admirers?" she asked, finally looking up from the delicate beadwork.

[mpyura]

Yura had been rather excited to get back to her youtube career and what she did in general most days. As much as she loved working at For the Fairest, she had gone into fashion for specific reasons. It had been her passion for the longest time and the escape she wanted from life in general. After studying in New York, she had found a home online, among those who shared similar ideas and similar views. She had followers who taught themselves how to sew from her videos, she had followers who watched with family. Yura wanted to appreciate every one of her dear followers and also meet new people at the same time. Expand her network to include new.

"Well, I will be announcing it on my social media. Do you think that I should account for more arrivals?" she asked, pondering the situation. She could see the excitement from the custom cake idea. "I think the emblem cake would be quite unique!" she exclaimed.

Yura took the business card and nodded. "I'll email it to you. I think I have a high resolution from the designer who initially did it a few years ago," she said, nodding. "He was a classmate of mine in school and he did my intial designs. I would honestly never change anything of his. He did good work for me," she added.

As the other girl listed off the menu, Yura nodded. "I think that would be quite appropriate. Oh, you probably need a name on the order: it's Seo Yura," she stated.

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She was flattered by the subtle glance at her costume. She worked hard on it, and it was custom designed by her. She rarely kept to herself when she was a child so she had good skills with befriending people but she was just awkward and shy at times due to the lack of actual socializing she ever did.

"Ah, well a few months doesn't really bother me. I'm a daughter of Acat. High pain tolerance is a part of that and besides I'm usually wearing heels with ankle supports like strappy heels and I rarely move from my seat at work, usually keeping to my station as I work," she stated. "And besides, I have been through worse. A sprained ankle is nothing," she added.

She took a seat next to Tsukiko when he invited her to sit next to him. She was impressed with the fact that he was a nurse and he would gladly help her out with any treatments. She pulled off her boots, showing off the sprained ankle. It wasn't so bad, but it was still bad. It was fully bruised.

"I apologize how it looks. I'm Yura, delighted, Tsukiko." she stated, grinning.

Well, Tsukiko was immune to burns but that didn’t mean he was going to set himself on fire. Being used to pain wasn’t a reason to accept it, he knew a lot about that.

The girl looked ever cuter as he got closer and her costume fitted her very well. He blushed a bit, not used to call people this way or even approach someone he didn’t know. A couple of years of constant control over who he was allowed to see or talk to had done a lot of damages about the way he sought others’ company. He hadn’t totally registered that he was free now and that he could do as he wanted.

Tsukiko’s eyes widened a bit at the young woman’s confession. A few months ?! "Wow, you’re braver than I am ! It must hurt so much." It was an half-lie though. He was brave, he had been in pain for days or weeks several times but his confidence was too weak to realize his own courage.

"You can refuse if you want…" he started, inviting her to sit in a nearby armchair so she didn’t have to stand on her leg "… but I am a nurse and I would gladly check your ankle to see what treatment would be good to help you." He wasn’t going to lecture her, he only wanted her to feel better. "f you don’t do anything, you will limp all your life."

He smiled, sitting next to her. "My name’s Tsukiko. It’s nice to meet you."

[mpyura]

Yura had taken to once again exploring the city on her days off work. Normally she'd be in her apartment sewing and making youtube videos but this was the fun holiday season, and she needed to hang out with her friends or even by herself. No one said she wasn't allowed to do that.

She made her way around, cozily wrapped up in her usual vintage style winter jacket and her high heels had been traded in for a pair of wedge boots, still with her signature height. From afar, Yura looked like a puff ball on legs. She made her way to the local karaoke spot, having never actually been there before and as she was debating whether she should do an hour or more, looking at the choices, she heard her name.

she turned at the sound of her name and she excitedly offered a tight hug to her friend. "KIKI! What a small world that we're both here! I was just out exploring on a day off, so I decided to come here. What about you!?" she exclaimed, excited to see her.

Butterfly pt.2 🌿 Yura

A fresh starter at the local karaoke spot with the stunning @mpyura

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There’s a lot of ways to beat the cold, but one of the ones that Kiki likes the best lately is visiting the local karaoke spot, Kinsunebi. Tonight she’s got a little time to herself and she’s called a few friends to meet her there to belt out some familiar songs and maybe take a crack at ones they’ve never heard before. It’s all for the fun of it!

   It’s at the end of the time that the group is paid for the room that Kiki slips out, trying to pay for more time before they make her start up a song for herself. Making her way to the desk to do just that she spots the familiar face of someone she is more than delighted to see again.

   “YURA?!” She exclaims then quickly covers her mouth to laugh. “Well, this is great! How are you?”

[mpyura]

Yura was almost afraid to touch the qipao. The vintage gown was in extremely great condition for being in a box and unworn since 1958. She took a close look at the design and the gown itself. She adored vintage pieces and the qipao was a prime example of delicate work that she was capable of. She carefully took the gown from the goddess and draped the part that needed adjustment and repair over her table. "It is in impeccable condition. Usually gowns that are this old and older do tend be more frail. The thread falls apart, beading gets loose, but vintage fashion is something I do quite well since it is my specialty," she adds.

She took a closer look at the long skirt where the tears and snags were mentioned. She noticed that there was also some embroidery and beading coming loose on the skirt close to where the small tear was. "I can fix this. It will take some time, so I do not guarantee it being done by holiday season if you wanted to wear this around. I can have it done in time for the Lunar new year, however, if that is an appropriate time frame. It's just that delicate projects do take time and vintage gowns require a very gentle hand to keep it from fraying apart further," Yura added. The young woman was quite good and her skill with the needle was something.

Oh goodness, she hadn't meant to interrupt another intricate project. The woman did appear to be somewhat busy. Xiwangmu may be royalty and accustomed to her own people tending to her at her whims, but she understood Mount Phoenix was not Kunlun and that she had no more power here than any other goddess in the various the pantheons, so she did her best to check her entitlement at the door.

"Deepest apologies for the interruption," she added quickly, not meaning to be a bother, but gave a warm smile to the young woman nevertheless. "Oh, of course," she continued with regard to her delicate dilemma and moved to a nearby table upon which she set the garment box, carefully removing the lid to reveal the sequined and embroidered qipao, gingerly removing the vintage gown to hold in one hand while draping gently over the other.

"How it happened, I haven't a clue. I haven't worn this dress since...I want to say...1958? Perhaps? But there is a small tear in the seam here...and here...and the embroidery on these feathers here...they appear to have been snagged. It was rare back then to have a qipao with such a long skirt and I knew it was a bit of a risk, but I do love this gown and any help you could provide would be much appreciated. I have heard remarkable praise of this place."

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❛ truthfully? i'm kind of hungry. ❜

Color her surprised when Alexander mentioned that he was hungry. She set aside her work and stretched. "Now that you mention it, me too. I'm also kind of hungry. We should go eat something. Everything else can always wait,"she stated. Usually when she decided something, that was kind of the decision made. She rarely ever second guessed herself. She slipped her shoes back on and stood up. "So shall we go, Alex?" She asked, with a grin.

"Where would we even go eat? Restaurants would be too romantic and as much as I adore you, not like that. We can always go to Honeypot...that's more casual," yura pondered. She then shrugged and brushed it off. "Ah we can decide on the way! Let's go, didn't you say that you were hungry!" She exclaimed, leading the way her 5 foot frame running ahead already.

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❛ i'd say you live up to your reputation. ❜

"My reputation?" She asked, rather curious. Yura had no idea that she even had a reputation. Of course there was the sewing skills that she prided herself on and as a daughter of Acat she could handle her pain and show off things in great detail. There was of course her skill with delicate fabric and embroidery that the Gods brought their delicate suits and works to her. So she supposed there was some sort of reputation there.

"I mean, I can see what you mean, but honestly I don't think all I do even counts as reputation. I just put in the time to study and figure stuff out." She stated, pondering the statement. "But that's the first time someone actually said that to me aside from the Gods, so I appreciate this." She stated laughing. She then gazed at Jinae. "So, what can I do for you?" She asked, interested.

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&. 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 (𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

( dialogue prompts taken from episodes 1 & 2 ( "romance dawn" & "the man in the straw hat" ) of the netflix live action one piece series. feel free to edit and change as you seem fit. )

❛ do you have any last words? ❜

❛ the sea's been calling. well, not exactly calling, because i pretty much can't swim, but you get the idea. ❜

❛ so what do you say? are you with me? ❜

❛ liar! i know zoro must be after me. who else is worthy of his pursuit? ❜

❛ who's the most powerful pirate on the seas? ❜

❛ first things first. do you have any food here? ❜

❛ you don't look like a pirate. ❜

❛ i'm not afraid of getting hurt. and i'll prove it to you. ❜

❛ i don't get it. why would anyone want to be a pirate? ❜

❛ you have the wind on your back, the salty sea air, your loyal crew by your side. you never know what's on the horizon. it's all about being... free. ❜

❛ you should never let anyone tell you what you can't do. ❜

❛ well, remember the name, 'cause i'm gonna be king of the pirates. ❜

❛ people often visit shrines to light candles for those they've lost. who are yours for? ❜

❛ you've been following me for three days. what do you want? ❜

❛ look, i've been practicing what my face is gonna look like on my wanted poster.❜

❛ i've no doubt your mug will be on a wanted poster one day. ❜

❛ all he did was spill a drink on me. ❜

❛ you should've fought back! why didn't you kick his ass? ❜

❛ not everything can be solved with violence. a man needs to be strong, but he also needs to be good. ❜

❛ you're not a real man. you're nothing but a coward. ❜

❛ you ate a devil fruit? ❜

❛ ever since i was a kid, i wanted to protect people that can't protect themselves.❜

❛ if that's what you want, i think you should do it. i'll help you out. ❜

❛ my crew was attacked by pirates. i barely managed to make it out alive. ❜

❛ rice balls. for you. ❜

❛ you shouldn't draw your blade unless you're prepared to use it. ❜

❛ don't kill me, please. my father will give you anything you want. ❜

❛ i'd say you live up to your reputation. ❜

❛ what's up with the third sword? i mean, where does it even go? ❜

❛ what do you say, puppy? do you want to do a trick for me? sit up and beg. ❜

❛ i kill your kind for a living. ❜

❛ i mean it. i don't owe you anything. ❜

❛ you are going to get us both caught if you keep stomping around this place. ❜

❛ that was amazing. admit it. we do make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ so why did you decide to become a thief? ❜

❛ i needed to eat. you do what you have to, to survive. ❜

❛ you're right. nothing is more important than food. ❜

❛ all great fighters call out their finishing moves. ❜

❛ i don't work for you. ❜

❛ i'm sensing a little bit of tension amongst the crew. ❜

❛ before we met, every choice was made for me. but now i'm gonna do what i want to do. ❜

❛ next time we meet, we might be enemies. but for now... we're friends. ❜

❛ i'm feeling so... so piratey. ❜

❛ well, you're gonna end up feeling watery if i have to throw you overboard. i told you i need absolute silence. ❜

❛ don't mess with my hat. ❜

❛ oh, i'm sorry. were we interrupting your beauty sleep? ❜

❛ don't like what you see? look away. ❜

❛ you have a lot of names. i bet everyone in the east blue knows who you are. ❜

❛ are you making fun of my nose? ❜

❛ i know your type. if there's nothing to gain, you're out. ❜

❛ truthfully? i'm kind of hungry. ❜

❛ who are you trying to impress? a lost love? an absent parent? or was it someone that you worshipped? ❜

❛ i used to know a pirate that wore a hat just like this. ❜

❛ for a time, i even thought we were friends. until he betrayed me. just like all the others. ❜

❛ he wanted to keep me out of the spotlight! he wanted to keep my star from shining too brightly! ❜

❛ is that what he did to you? did he betray you, too? ❜

❛ you can slice me and you can dice me, but i'll always put myself back together again. ❜

❛ i've been thinking about you for years. ❜

❛ i know you're upset, but you should eat something. ❜

❛ you're never not hungry. what's going on? ❜

❛ you can spill a drink on me and i'll let it slide, but don't you ever threaten my friends. ❜

❛ you can't make people love you. just like you can't make them smile. ❜

❛ you really think anyone is coming for you? they don't care. and no one is gonna miss you when you're dead. ❜

❛ get lost. ❜

❛ i'm just glad that you're okay. ❜

❛ what was that? i couldn't hear you over all the drowning. ❜

❛ you really don't fear death, do you? ❜

❛ what's the plan? you do have a plan, right? that's your thing, plans. ❜

❛ you want out? you know the price you have to pay. ❜

❛ you want a piece of me? let's see what you got. ❜

❛ i think i'll miss you most of all. ❜

❛ we're gonna be the greatest pirates the world has ever seen. even greater than your crew. ❜

❛ this hat is the most precious thing i own. it means the world to me. and i want you to take it. ❜

❛ when we meet again, you can give it back to me. ❜

❛ is every day gonna be this crazy with you? ❜

❛ if the path to what you want seems too easy, then you're on the wrong path. ❜

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She still hadn't gotten her ankle looked at, but it honestly didn't bother her and the shoes she often wore his the worst of it with many straps and ties around her legs. she was a daughter of Acat. A little pain never bothered her anyway.

Yura loved dressing up and wearing beautiful bespoke gowns. Even for All Hallow's eve ball, she wore a bespoke custom gown. She had initially planned to go as Emily from the Corpse Bride, but then hearing through the grapevine that someone else was dressing as Emily, the young woman appropriately donned a villain to pair with her dear friend. She had switched out the typical pretty heels for a pair of boots and the bespoke wedding dress for a red gown. She had gone full Harley.

She seemed at ease in her shoes, but there was still the slight limp from her sprained ankle that she still refused to get looked at. Pain? ha! Beauty was pain, fashion was always pain and yura was always willing to put with pain.

She turned her head at the sound of someone calling in her direction. "My ankle? Ah, I sprained it a few months back. Still haven't had the time to get it looked at. Besides, I'm usually so busy that there's really no time for me" she stated, laughing to herself.

Here, the other might lecture her on being more careful with herself and she'd usually respond with her usual ' im the daughter or acat, a little pain never bothered me' and then she;d shock with how afwul her injury was.

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To his own surprise, Tsukiko was having a good time. He had reluctantly followed Sun to the Hallow’s Eve Ball and after a first awkward hour, he was now enjoying his time there, as much as he could. He could still hear the Doctor’s voice in the back of his head telling him to stop drinking or eating or not looking at the people around him. His hands trembled each time that he did something he wasn’t supposed to, old habits die hard.

Sun had introduced him to his friends present at the ball and he had immediately taken a liking to them. They were nice, discreet and had made him felt welcome, especially the adorable Taavi who had helped with his makeup. He could see why Sun loved them all so much.

Tsukiko was enjoying a moment for himself, watching the dancers, when he caught sight of a young woman in the crowd. She looked great in her Harley Quinn’s costume but it was her feet that had his whole attention. Despite seemingly at ease on her stilettos, he could clearly see the slight limp and his nurse mode immediately activated. She must be in so much pain !

He waited until the song’s end and quickly made his way to her as she left the dance floor. "Excuse me miss !" Tsukiko called in his broken Korean, trying to get her attention. "I know it will seem weird but… Is your ankle ok ?"

[mpyura]

The young woman was focused on sewing, hyper focused on her machine and the many piles oof fabric around her. She hand sewed trim and sequins on her detailed work. She adjusted her heels as she sat on her stool by the window of the store, sewing away. She occasionally looked at the sheet in front of her to confirm that she was ddoing the job properly.

Yura had made a name for herself in the brief time that she'd been at Mount Phoenix, as the seamstress that could fix anything. Maybe it was the fact that she did delicate work by hand, maybe it was her education as a fashion student back in New York, maybe it was everything she'd gathered since as she learned new things daily. So many gods came to her with their delicate works and she mended, patched and sewed everything.

Looking up from her work, as the door to For the Fairest opened, Yura set aside her needle and stood up. "Welcome to For the Fairest.What seems to be the delicate dilemma? I shall try to help to the best of my ability," she added.

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With the winter season approaching, respective celebrations were on the horizon. These holidays brought with them festivals, galas, and other such formal events. After inspecting her favorite gowns for the season, horror upon horrors struck upon realizing several tears in a treasured golden phoenix qipao! There were even snags in the delicately-embroidered golden feathers about the hem! And with all the sequins throughout the antique fabric, even just trying it on could risk further unraveling of the beading! How had this happened? It had been decades since she last wore this garment! While she could heal any wound upon her patients, she unfortunately could not heal clothing. The travesty! Xiwangmu truly did love this dress and she hated the idea of parting with it. Upon discussing her plight with a colleague, the talents of a particularly skilled seamstress downtown had been recommended and heeded.

With her beloved qipao carefully resting in a box, she carried it through the doors of the Fairest. "Hello? Apologies for the inconvenience, but I have a bit of a delicate dilemma..."

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     Yura was incredibly happy that she had been the one that Kiki chose to design her summer gala dress., Kiki's figure and her proportions made her a designer's dream muse. Of course shed offered a dress for work but then as Kiki stated that the dress would end up getting ruined, Yura nodded, realizing her mistake. Of course a formal dress wouldn't do for a woman in Kiki's place of business. All the drinks and trays she'd have to carry. It was a welcome challenge in Yura's mind. An easy to wear, easy to clean, resilient dress that would have many pockets for all of the things Kiki might need. She might just ponder on that for a christmas gift.

     "well, I do hope you hit me up for another event dress! You're a designer's dream come true. And if you like this fabric,  there's plenty more of it in all the colors of the rainbow. I think your next color should be an emerald green. With your skin and hair, an emerald green would make you look like a forest goddess fairy. You'd like Persephone. Weave some flowers and it would look absolutely magical," she stated, already getting even more ideas for future designs. Honestly, sometimes people provided the best inspiration canvas.

     The designer pressed a kiss to her friend's cheek with a grin. "I'm so glad  I saw you at the beginning of the night! You look stunning!" she exclaimed, twirling away to mingle with others.

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   It’s a wonderful thing to boost someone up! Kihara had spent her life working on restoring the smiles on people’s faces one at a time because there was nothing better to her than watching people just be joyful. Bright and inviting, warm and loving most people made the mistake on the island of thinking that she must be the child of a sun deity or perhaps a deity of abundance since she had much to share and more to give at every turn, but it was her very powers of the dark that made her strive to be a light for others.

    Hyping someone up is easy— meaning it deep down was the real task. A task that Kiki took up like breathing. It was just second nature to her! Yura spins and chatters about her outfit and shoes and Kiki listens smiling about it. There were so many people on the island with talent just waiting to be discovered. She’s glad that she decided to go with Yura as the designer of her evening’s outfit. At the mention of having something made for her jobs she smiles but shakes her head.

   “Not for work! I handle drinks at both places and have to run around all over the place,” she laughs thinking about her jobs. “The chance of it being ruined is at least ninety-seven percent. Though, I will have to hit you up about another event I think because I love the material of this dress you made for me!”

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     "Ah! That's adorable that you both couldnt find the bridge and therefore met like that. But I see the struggle, the bridge is hard to find in general. I remember even with guidance, it took me some time to find it as well. But hopefully you guys had much better directions, at least, from your god parents?" she asked. The other's excitement was very catchy and the young woman giggled. "i like that meeting of best friends!" she exclaimed, nodding

    he really didn't give off the egyptian demigod vibe, but she also didn't give off the mayan vibe and in the very least not the tatoo god of the mayans. often when she named her father, people seemed surprised. it didn't bother the fashionista.

     As he metioned that his mother was Nut, Yura nodded. That sounded familiar. "Well, it's the same in my case, Not a lot of information out there about the lesser known gods and goddesses or we're just asking the wrong people. My father is Acat. From wht I gathered, he was kind of trash. I think our parents would be quite the interesting duo to meet here at some point,:" she stated.

    She laughed loudly at his comment that he already towers and wouldn;t want to make it worse. "That may not be a bad thing though! intimidation through height is one way to maintain control. i'm not tall but with the six inch platforms i can pretty much be on same eye line as most of the tall people here at mount phoenix. intimidation is always great," Yura stated, with a laugh leading the way to a nice local cafe close to the park,

“Youthfulness?” Dao blinked a little bit, pointing at himself. He was energetic and cheerful he knew, youthful… well, maybe. He shrugged a little, letting the thought pass before smiling and nodding a bit at the other’s statement of welcoming and adopting his friend. “I did that too! We met because we couldn’t find the bridge for a couple of months and well after finding someone else with powers and a god for a parent- I had to befriend him! Now we’re best friends!”

Huh, he doesn’t give off an Egyptian demigod vibe? Well, he did grow up in LA and then Thailand but… He wondered what other Egyptian demigods were like then.

“Mm! My mother is Nut! I don’t know a bunch but I know enough to understand some things. There’s not a lot of information out there about her, or I’m just looking in the wrong channels. But I feel like she’s probably someone interesting.”

As she spoke of her reasoning for the up and down look, Dao nodded in understanding. That made sense when he thought about it. As she mentioned a way he could look taller, the egyptian demigod laughed before shaking his head with a smile. “I already tower over some people, I don’t think I want to make it even worse.” He grinned as he spoke, walking along slightly behind her and letting her lead the walk.

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      "Last year was an absolutely stunning display of decor. People would defintely be hard pressed to find a dance more elaborate. Every year, the council goes all out for the decorating. There's also All Hallows Ball too. That just caters to the spooky aesthetic of all the death gods here. They go out with that event every year as well." Yura stated, looking around in amusement. As Malea mentioned that she had seen the photos of the last few years  and that it was exciting to witness the splendor first hand, Yura nodded in agreement. "One of the death gods, Arawn, has like a whole album of the past events. Apparently he was on the council for the last two years of the galas," she added.

       Following Malea to a small table so they could sit down and take in the vibes closer, Yura nodded at the question posed to her whether she knew many people there. "Some by reputation, others because I've done work with them or we just work together and simply others because we're family. I'm sure you've met my two younger brothers, Noel and Kaz and then of course I consider everyone else in the mayan pantheon family," she added, She then giggled to herself. "I do dance, do you, my dear friend?"

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    “Isn’t it?!” Malea smiles in agreement as she takes in everything around them. “I think people would be hard pressed to find a dance more impressive than the ones they throw here. I saw some photos from the last few years and I must admit, the splendor of it all is exciting to witness firsthand.”

      When her date points out that their gowns fit the decor as well Malea chuckles a bit. That would be an absolute fashion faux pas in her country, but here, it seems the charm of it is woven into many an outfit. Malea guides Yura along with her toward a small table to sit down and take it all in better. “Do you know many people here tonight? I see a few faces I know but more that I don’t. Also, are you the dancing sort?”