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I made Colette, so might as well make Zelos Eris too.

I love the freckle option<3

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Ok guys, so it’s been a while but with the FW verse returning, I’m interested in getting a little more involved this time around. 

Now a lot of these muses have been in the gallery for a while, so it’s kind of silly to do ‘first meeting’ threads constantly, not to mention that those threads never seem to go anywhere. If you’re interested in discussing potential interactions and forming a relationship between our muses (be it a positive or negative one), please hit me up! 

Places Eris frequents (if your muses is here a lot, they’ve probably talked): The portrait room where all the loved ones’ images are (beneath abyss of the deep), the hotel's bar and dining area, the poolside deck, the hotel lobby, the daytime gallery

Places Eris is rarely found (if your muse is usually in one of these places, they may not have met): The kitchen (she can’t cook), the library, hotel hallways (where the guest rooms are, if your muse rarely comes out of their hotel room, they probably haven’t met. Eris is never in her room.)

Here is her profile for more information about her. 

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One murderer down, one to go. Breeze had already been ‘punished’ by dying, but Mary was still set on justice for Breeze’s killer. Eris watched and listened as the debate went on, refraining from offering any commentary despite the fact that as one of those who didn’t need sleep she was among the most lucid members of the ‘jury.’ His story was that love was the motivation. Mary had promised to let the killers walk free if they got away with murder, though Eris didn’t doubt she would gleefully punish the wrongly accused before revealing the truth. Her ‘friendship’ was a twisted one, and her ‘friends’ were just pawns in her game.

Staring down at the tablet featuring the suspect’s faces, Eris thought over the list of people she would die for...or kill for. Very small, nearly identical lists, but the common motivating factor was love. She turned the power on the tablet off and flipped it face down. She wasn’t voting this time. If it truly was a sacrifice made for love, she wasn’t going to be the one responsible for denying Breeze the wish for him to go free. Mary would mete out her own justice either way.

As for the guy with the melting face, well...living artwork seemed to be a theme in this place. She’d heard the stories about the group being chased by a woman in red, a red eyed creature crawling out of a frame, saw the mannequins all around the hotel. The fact that there were two of that particular person had apparently never struck anyone else as odd, but now it was pretty obvious that one was a fake. She glanced around the room looking for other obvious duplicates, probable painted companions for the weeping man. 

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They’re falling apart all around her, people in various states of disarray as they attempt to keep themselves awake. Some have constantly shaking fingers, a nervous twitch developed after practically converting their bloodstream to caffeine. Other drag themselves along sluggishly, barely coherent, or even conscious. Some seem to see or hear things that aren’t there.

She’s among the few unaffected, her fingers tracing an idle circle on the crystal glimmering just below her collarbone. Angels didn’t have to sleep, didn’t have to eat. She didn’t have to cling to the laws of humanity anymore. She watches them struggle and laughs to herself that she finally has a chance to be worth something. Aren’t ‘angels’ supposed to be benevolent beings? 

They’re a danger to themselves and one another in the kitchen, but they still need to eat, need to obtain more of that precious caffeine to fuel their failing bodies. She barely knows her way around the place, but maybe she can figure something out. She’s seen plenty of people younger than herself in this kitchen, so how hard can it be? She’ll manage something.

Or maybe she could offer to guide them to one of the few remaining vases when they invariably fall asleep and lose petals. They won’t trust her to take it herself, who would hand their soul to a stranger? But they might accept a shoulder to lean on, an encouraging companion to keep them moving when they can barely manage one foot in front of the other.

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Eris is watching the dolls and eyeing the mannequins and just generally being all

‘But that’s none of my business’

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((So this program has a feather brush. Perfect for angelic skills like Judgement (or holy song/angel feathers, but I don’t think Zelos gets those, so neither does Eris)))

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She had thought she was prepared for the outcome of Mary’s game, but she had miscalculated horribly just how twisted the child was. An execution might have been predictable, perhaps she could have even guessed that it would be painful after Mary’s gleeful delight in breaking bones to punish those who had broken her rules before, but this was far, far more than she expected. Disgust warred with horror on her face, the orange fragmented shards of her wings becoming more and more visibly defined as the execution dragged on. She’d lost the focus to control them, too transfixed in the events unfolding on the stage.

This wasn’t a game, despite Mary’s gleeful proclamation and apparent enjoyment of the spectacle. Eris shuddered and cast her gaze over the audience as the ‘show’ ended, finding revulsion and fear in all directions. If any of them had considered Mary a friend before, they were likely having second thoughts now. The redhead searched for familiar faces in the crowd, feeling suddenly all too alone and vulnerable.

There were children here, young and impressionable, and Mary had forced them to endure that spectacle. Eris knew all too well the sort of strain death could put on a young heart. She wondered if these children had anyone to turn to, anyone to soothe them as they inevitably cried over the horrors they had just seen. Waiting for the dismissal from Mary, she fingered the petals of her rose lightly. Would mental trauma cost someone petals?

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The urge to reply with a smart alack remark would have prevailed if she’d been talking to anyone closer to her own age, but some protective feeling stirred inside her at the sight of someone closer to her sister’s age. A brief thought crossed her mind that she was expressing her worries by transferring them onto someone else, but she brushed it aside.

“The kitchen here seems to be open just about any time.” She hadn’t been over there yet herself today, with the chaos from the announcement on her mind. “I’m sure we could find something if we headed over there.” There were usually a few people who knew how to cook hanging around too, which came in handy for the people who didn’t know their way around a kitchen well.  She offered a hand to help him up, along with a reassuring smile. 

“I’ll walk with you, ok?”

Before she called toward him, the albino was hugging his knees, while thinking about home. Oh, how he wanted to go home! And smell the freshness of the forest and the smell of the dirt roads. Being cooped up in here made him be miserable, and it certainly didn’t leave a good impression on him. While he desired more playmates, this…this wasn’t how he wanted to get them. He’s fortunate to have met with his best friend, but…but she… Something had happened to her, and his mother too. 

He peered over toward a woman, and she seemed to notice him, causing him to lift his head up from his knees. 

“H-Hello,” He replies meekly, waving a bit with one of his hands. Her question causes for the boy to shake his head immediately, “and..a-and I haven’t, when I woke up the announcement had come on and h-hadn’t gotten a chance too…so I rushed here…”

“D-Do you know where I can get some?”

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She laughed at his reaction and debated the merits of admitting she was only teasing him, but that would spoil her fun. Instead she gave him a coy wink. “It’s all right, not everyone is man enough to admit what they really want,” she said lightly. She glanced back at the gallery map again.

“I fail to see the need for a map of the hotel rooms, unless you intend to keep track of which rooms are occupied by whom.” Good luck getting that list sorted out. It wasn’t a task she would want to undertake, considering how many people seemed to be here. The few times Mary had called them all together, Eris hadn’t managed to stand near anyone she really recognized from the previous round up. “Though that does make me wonder if there’s a guest roster somewhere. Does this hotel even have a front desk?”

“E-Excuse me!? I didn’t mean anything like that!” Yashiro stammered quickly, raising his palms in a gesture of surrender. 

“Y-Yeah… that’s a good idea.” He agreed before backing off a few steps. “I didn’t see any of the hotel rooms either, but if the layouts are all similar, they should be easy enough to navigate anyway- or even draw your own map for.” 

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//To those I owe a reply for chapter one and/or chapter zero: do you want to keep or drop the thread?

@dxysoffxte @indigoblues1412 @recklessmoon @butyoudidntdie @whiteravenandblackdove

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A life for a life, a child’s simple portrait of justice. She may have said ‘punishment’, but Mary’s decisions were black and white, not bogged down by the details that an adult would take into consideration. There might have been plenty of debate among the other people trapped here, but in the end someone would die. It was all a matter of casting a vote, choosing whose life they were going to cut short. Broken bones were the punishment for taking mere items, how could Mary demand less for taking a life? She called this a game, but she held their lives in her hands, because she had all the cards and all the power. There was nothing to keep their roses safe if Mary decided to enforce this judgement.

Eris wound a loop of thread around her fingers, playing cat’s cradle idly as she listened to the deliberation, watching the faces of those accused for the crimes. She jerked her hand sharply and the thread broke, a small smile curving almost imperceptibly on her face. They would cast their votes, and Mary would cut the threads.

It was time to play Mary’s new game with all her friends.

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There was a feeling of hesitance from the stranger, as if she almost wasn’t sure she wanted to hear the answer. Eris smiled disarmingly, hoping to offer wordless assurance that she didn’t mind the younger girl speaking to her.

“I am indeed. How about you?” She eyed the other girl, wondering how old she was. The gallery at night was not exactly a safe place. “If you are, I’d hold on tight to that rose of yours.”

‹ ☼ › Mylène spent her time around the gallery to her self, she occasionally was poking her head into the kitchen to get some food and not much more than that. She didn’t like this place at all, and she was hoping that Ladybug and Chat Noir would appear to get them out of here. She attended the meeting, and recognized her father’s hat. She was scared for him, and there wasn’t a single thing she could do. She didn’t want to hurt anyone, the thought just made her shiver.

‹ ☼ › She knew that people were talking about going into the gallery at night, but that just seemed even scarier. She looked at someone and decided to finally speak up.

          “A…Are you going to the gallery tonight?”

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The girl’s face was a clear rejection of the offer, so Eris chuckled and leaned against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest. 

“Sorry, I guess you’re probably not really looking for sympathy or anything, are you? I sort of nosed into your business without permission.” The mention of art did catch her attention though. “You’re an artist, hm? I’ve heard that an artist is their own worst critic.”

¦ ✿ ¦ Would it matter if she said she did mind? especially after she admitted she was a professional liar. didn’t exactly make her more trustworthy in Mari’s mind.

                ❝ …just don’t like something i drew.                     it’s really nothing. ❞

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So they’re going into the gallery tonight en masse, are they? She’s not going to miss this. Her eyes flicker around the group that is starting to gather, looking for someone who intends to take charge. A scapegoat, if things go wrong, the one everyone will pin their blame on. Some of them have armed themselves with flash lights, a smart move when the lights will be too dim to make out details. She’s used to moving about in the dark, but not everyone has her sharp eyesight. 

She ensures that her rose is secure, knowing that risks will come with entering the gallery at night. Things change in there. She’s heard whispers of statues that move, and she knows that looking down the hallway toward the gallery at night doesn’t always show the same room that is there during the daytime. Mary knows something they don’t, or she wouldn’t strongly suggest they stay out of there. 

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She hadn’t looked very hard, eyes briefly casting over the surfaces of the piles before she’d turned away. She’d seen enough in that one glance to know that looking too closely would only bring thoughts she didn’t really want to focus on. There had been a glimpse of white fabric close to the edge of one pile anyway, edged in a familiar blue and splattered in that far too bright red. The brightness against the white was what made her deny the possibility of blood, it was too red, unless it was fresh and that thought made her stomach churn.

“There was something that might have belonged to someone I knew. It could just be a replica, or similar taste in clothing. I...didn’t look very closely.” Her glance flickered around the room, looking for someone, but returned to her companions without finding what she sought. “There’s someone important to me here already and I haven’t seen them in a while, I really don’t like to think about another one of my friends being stuck in here too.”

“You’re used to blood you said?” she asked, looking at Shinichi. “When the room clears up a little and the people stop panicking, maybe we can go look a little closer at the stage.” They couldn’t touch anything, but no one said they couldn’t look. In fact, Mary hadn’t even specified not to touch, just not to take anything. “If it’s paint, the color shouldn’t change, but blood...well it’s not so bright when it’s dry, is it.”

It had been some mere minutes ago since Kaito and Shinichi’s small reassuring speech towards each other when a voice suddenly popped their small bubble of reverie, a red haired female being the source.

“I can’t be too sure. I’m near enough to see the shades but far to distinguish between their colors and smell. As much as I hate to admit it, I’m so used to blood because of cases but.. it does and at the same time does not look like one.” Shinichi gave a low hum before continuing, “I may have gone over there to check, but that’d most likely result to punishment or worse.”

His companion added himself into the conversation casually, voice neutrally deceptive. “There are. One of each from someone we knew. But there could be more with the piles over there making everything cluttered and unrecognizable.” eyes turning towards her, he added. “How about you miss?”

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“It’s paint, obviously.” The comment might be directed at the man she’s settled herself next to without invitation, or it might be to herself. “Blood doesn’t stay red. Blood wouldn’t be that color.” She didn’t dare touch any of the items displayed on the stage to feel for wetness, to feel the texture of that red that stained so many, many items. Paint would feel different, wet or dry. She glanced sidelong at him, perhaps seeking validation for her comment or maybe just looking to distract herself.

“Has she got someone...something of yours in that pile up there?” There were a lot of people here, she knew that already, but the sheer number of red-stained items seemed too high.