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I wouldn’t dare begrudge an answer to such genuine curiosity. Although I do hope it does not make me seem a braggart... 

We are having another story added onto our home. There was a lot of deliberation, on whether it might be more economical to seek out a new residence entirely, but we decided that it would be a shame to give up this property. So we are expanding it to suit future needs. 

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caligoascendant‌:

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Excellent, Daji. For though simple actions and words may not seem to be too impactful, a simple return or hello can make great waves. And you are most certainly fond company to have.

Now! Whatever shall you be doing with your own weekend, hmm? I figure that a busy woman such as yourself is jam packed with things to do! But I like to make conversation, so I’m inquiring to find out a little more of your habits.

I will certainly do my best to ensure my simple greetings do not become a rare commodity. 

The idea of relaxation is alluring, however it is out of my reach this weekend. I am currently overseeing the renovation of our home, though I fear I am making it sound far more tedious on my part than it really is.

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Excellent, Daji. For though simple actions and words may not seem to be too impactful, a simple return or hello can make great waves. And you are most certainly fond company to have.

Now! Whatever shall you be doing with your own weekend, hmm? I figure that a busy woman such as yourself is jam packed with things to do! But I like to make conversation, so I'm inquiring to find out a little more of your habits.

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I’ve been most certainly well. Ready to recline for a relaxing weekend…though I’m undeniably all the better now that I’m able to speak with you.

That is very good to hear. The weekend is definitely best suited for relaxation. Someone so inconsequential as myself shouldn’t have such an influence on your mood, but I am pleased to hear it regardless. 

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lastcompact‌:

If that’s what you want to tell yourself.

Anyhow, it’s gonna be formal for the parents. Well, technically it’s informal, but you’d think you’re coming to a ball with the way these moms dress, so unless you like being looked down upon and talked down to for three hours, come formally. 

Though if you want to come in with an “I’m with Stupid” t-shirt and jeans, that’s fine too. 

At least we’ll match.  

If you can’t tell, their expectations aren’t high for you.  

Attire is no issue. Rest assured I have an outfit for the occasion. It would be preferable if you adhered to your own dress code, but I would never be so presumptuous as to tell you how to dress.

Low expectations are simply waiting tot be exceeded. It is no issue. 

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lastcompact‌:

PTA dinner’s coming up, auntie. 

I’m glad I’m not the only one who has to suffer through this.

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I am quite certain it will be a lovely time. There’s nothing to worry about. 

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vilefeather‌:

“Your continued existence is punishment enough.” What care does he have for the spewed threats of an egotistical vulpine?

She scoffed bitterly. “Everyone who held a similar opinion has been lost to time. You will be no exception.” 

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Oh so reasonable and fair! And fair it is to enjoy your company yet again this weekend, Daji. It’s good to see you are well.

My, you flatter me. Surely it is my luck to enjoy your own company, with this fortunate timing. I do so hope you have been well yourself. 

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“Cease yammering, lecherous beast.”

“Your impudence will not go unpunished.” She’s gone from pleasant to gnashing her teeth in mere moments. 

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My apologies, dear followers, that we must always meet under such fleeting circumstances...

It is the one way in which my schedule is cruel. However I am grateful for its stability, so I dare not complain too much. 

But I thought I may as well show my face, while the weekend is here to afford me the time to do so. 

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Moon & Forbidden City, Beijing, China. (cr: X)

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vilefeather‌:

At last.

Augmented muscles respond instantly as battle-honed instinct takes over; ducking low, the knight hurls himself far backwards in a sharp dash, and the falling blades only glance his helmet and cloak. 

No sooner does he regain his footing upon the ground than is the bulky pistol swung upwards and discharged with a deafening crack, propelling two silvered bullets towards the fox-tailed woman’s torso.

Her eyes widened as she watched the gun’s barrel level towards her, knowing what was to follow. With a hasty wave of her hand Daji displaced herself a few feet away, his bullets tearing through rippling, empty air.

She made a slashing motion in front of her, the action flinging an arc of energy towards him in its wake. Metal clattered and slid on the ground in front of him as the blades there began to reorient themselves towards him, each one hurtling towards him when the tip was properly aligned. 

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lastcompact‌:

She was tempted to toss in the whole Jonah Jameson routine of libel versus slander. But just as this person was wary of her prematurely pressing the button, she was worried about fox lady going fuck all and disposing with her anyway if she pushed too many buttons.

[MSG to qiedaji]: What can I say? I guess being part of the Internet Water Army rubs off on you.

Despite what she wrote, she did like her little life after all and wanted to keep it as long as possible. 

The satisfaction of having spited someone can’t be had if she’s dead. 

The reply from qiedaji made her pause in her punching in letters before she shook her head. Can’t trust anything from this fellow. The only thing she can trust her with is to stick a knife in her chest. 

Ah…hook, line, and sinker. Time to make her semi-normal life a hella lot more complicated. 

[MSG to qiedaji]: Great! I’m glad to hear your confidence!

[MSG to qiedaji]: You can be my +1 at the PTA Graduation Reception at St. Catherine’s Primary. Make sure to dress up! It’ll be this Saturday at 6:00 pm! My teachers have been dying to meet you. And oh man, all the parents and their kids too!

Daji stared down at the final message she had received in stunned silence- no, it wasn’t entirely silent; she could hear a faint creaking, in the back of her mind. It was the sound of her patience about to snap from the sheer ridiculousness of this situation. 

Spending her weekend halfway around the world, socializing with a myriad of people she couldn’t give two shits about was not what she had anticipated. But she would endure, and she vowed that she would not suffer this alone.

[MSG to Mistral]: I trust you will be dressing up as well. I won’t allow us to be shown up by those other wonderful families.

[MSG to Mistral]: I look forward to hearing about what a little delight you are in all of your classes. Of course I will be so very disappointed if I hear of any declining grades. Let us hope that isn’t the case. 

[MSG to Mistral]: See you then.

A curse left her lips as she tossed her phone aside, rising from her seat in order to pace throughout her bedroom. She could make this work, but she was far from happy about it. 

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vilefeather‌:

Hollow bluster—a rare tactic for beasts to employ, perhaps, but in no way a convincing one. Such threats and yammerings are worth nothing.

Curved blade is raised, pistol hefted at his side. “Cease speaking. Attack me.”

“As you wish!” A clawed hand shot out, rippling with magic in a multitude of hues. 

A rift tore itself open above the hunter, an assortment of sharpened blades spewing from it with lethal intent. 

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lastcompact‌:

Her finger furiously poked at her smartphone as she read the words and sensed their underlying meaning. Her other hand rubbed against tired eyes.

[MSG to qiedaji]: My parents are dead. 

[MSG to qiedaji]: I’ll warn you now. Other than this little life of mine, I don’t have anything else to lose. I run on sheer effing spite. You cannot and will not control me. I’ll push this button without care for the consequences and ruin both of us. 

[MSG to qiedaji]: Also, I hope you remember. You started this. Could’ve just not contacted me at all or not take me to some secluded alleyway like some pervert. Who are the normies gonna believe? Some imaginative kid or what’s before their eyes? 

She again rubbed her eyes tiredly as the beginnings of a really stupid idea popped into her head. 

At this point, it doesn’t really matter where she was when it comes to a Teleporter; in fact, this qiedaji could really just teleport in and swoop her away. Part of that was why she hasn’t felt safe for several days, worried about the potential knife in her back.

This…wasn’t a way to live either, at least not the way she wanted to live. 

So be it. Let’s dig a hole for both of us. 

[MSG to qiedaji]: That being said, I do have a fairly public location in mind. But I’ll have to warn you that you may end up in an environment that you won’t be able to handle. OooooOoooOoo.

A lopsided, snarling grin cut across her features as she took in every smug word that filtered in from this child.

[MSG to Mistral]: It really is something that you can both slander me and flatter yourself so thoroughly. 

Her false cordiality had burned itself out long, long ago. Yet she still needed to employ some tact in such a delicate situation. This could easily blow up in her face if she prodded too hard and that so-called being of spite decided to leak that video prematurely. 

[MSG to Mistral]: Having nothing to lose only means you have everything to gain. We can discuss that more deeply another time. Now...

She rolled her eyes once more at those childish barbs. The most frustrating part was that they were working. They were both beings that operated on spite and other such feelings of negativity.

[MSG to Mistral]: You are in no position to underestimate my ability. Name your place and time. I will be sure to show you what, exactly, I can handle. 

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vilefeather‌:

“Withhold your anger, then. Render my work easier and more boring.” Why else would he introduce himself with such aggression, if not to draw out hers in turn?

“Work?” Pointed teeth grit together at the implications; someone wanted her gone? The mere notion was enough to cause her temper to flare once more.

“You will regret having me as your mark.” 

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vilefeather‌:

“‘Restrain myself?’” Something akin to a scoff sounds from behind the expressionless visor, the hunter’s stance not shifting an inch.

“You speak nonsense.”

“Did you mistake me for someone more gracious and forgiving?” A sneer curled at the fox spirit’s lips as she regarded him. 

“My ire is not something you should strive for.”