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“Yeah, they’re real twits.” She grinned---Yuni. Nice girl. She’d have

to remember to get her number. Walking to the gardens, the landscaping

itself went on for about half a mile. “It’s pretty at night. All lit up with 

fountains too!”

                  “Sounds like fun, besides, it’s not like they’re paying any                   attention to us, huh?” Yuni gave a short snicker, offering the                   other her hand. It certainly couldn’t hurt.

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“Let’s hold hands & skip through flowers~ That’ll teach ‘em to not

be so boring.” Though she was serious about holding hands. Nothing

wrong with two girls being girls, right? 

                  “It certainly is. I’ve been the boss of my family for a couple of                   years, and these parties haven’t gotten any more fun than the                   first time.” she gave a short laugh before nodding. “I’d love to!                   Anything to get out of this stuffy room.”

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“How merciful of you~” It was said in a singsong voice. Celia was

just kidding, after all. “You’re a very important figure, though I can’t

blame you for being bored with all of this. Parties are usually boring.

Especially when the older men drone on and on about things they’ve

accomplished thirty odd years ago! Would you like to go outside & 

tour the gardens?”

               Yuni was certainly surprised, but, she welcomed the distraction.                    “Of course!” she said with a smile. “I’m Yuni, and I’ll gladly give                   you my attention; this meeting is a bit boring anyways.”

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@cfharmony

“Ah---it’s very nice to meet you.” She smiles a little & motions

with her hand. “I’m Celia Duval, the Don’s daughter. Mind if

I ask for your attention so I can avoid talking to creepy old

men for the rest of the evening?”

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♫ "Cecilia, you're breaking my heart. You're shaking my confidence daily" ♫

“I try my best to make the boys stay down on their knees.

They look so much better when I’m above them, yes~?”

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“A magician never reveals their secrets.” A soft little laugh. “And I’m not

a Navigator or a Fighter.” It’s said with a hint of bitterness. “Weapons

research is something my family has done for generations. Not using my

skills would be wasteful.” Paying off people also helps.

Earlier his fighter pissed him off but now he forgot all of that just by staring at her handiwork. “Sergeant? How are you able to work on my ship with your eyes damaged? They send people off on medical leave for less…sir.”  adding the last bit a tad sarcastically. Anger management sessions aren’t exactly where he wanted to spend his time but neither was apologizing. 

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Taps the rank indicated on her uniform.  Technical Sergeant. “My eyes

barely work & they appear to be of more use than yours. It’s all hands

on deck after that Colteron attack. I’d much rather be doing my research,

but the mechanics need to focus on the severely damaged ships. Not ones

that have Navigators that just might need to attend anger management 

sessions for three months if you keep pressing your luck.” By now, she’s 

nearly finished. Quick and easy. 

The way she was talking to him didn’t make his anger any better and now here she was on Pharaon like she owned the ship. “Officers? I see a maintenance personnel that doesn’t seem to know her place.” He stepped over to look over her shoulder at her work. 

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“Do you talk to all of your officers that way, Private? Or am I

just special?” Really, she is not one to give attitude unless 

needed, but that’s crossing the line. Deft hands are quick to

begin her work, as she hops into the ship without Porthos’

consent, remaining cheerful despite his rude behavior. “You

should have saluted, too! You’re a bit naughty, hm?”

“What I get angry about is none of your concern. Are you here to fix my ship or are you here to have a nice little chat?” he was still pretty angry.

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@portpharaon

“Oh---you’re Porthos, right? I’m Levis & I’ll

be servicing your ship today.” She smiles

faintly, eyes not quite meeting his. “Though I

must wonder how angry you were to have

punched an LCD screen...”

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“Anything.” She just wanted to leave & not think about things for a while. Besides, the last thing anyone would expect of her would be to leave in an oversized t-shirt, with Belphegor, in a car that isn’t her own---

“Let’s just go. Okay?” Celia smiled, though there’s no true happiness to it. It’s hard to be cheerful when she kept having to look over her shoulder to see if anyone was there to kill her.

“What do you want to get?” Really, this  in and of itself was foolish, but she knew Belphegor was just as capable as anyone else. 

It took so much god damned effort not to crack jokes or make a smart remark about the fact she basically stripped in front of him. Well, he wasn’t uncomfortable, but it definitely wasn’t something he expected from her. But he wasn’t gonna complain or anything. Though, he should have told her to at least change her bandages before putting on the shirt, though she probably didn’t want to hear what he had to say.

“Alright, then.” Bel wasn’t dumb enough to argue with her current fashion sense, but to each their own. Even he had to admit that her small frame in the large shirt definitely looked cute on her - considering the circumstances. “What is the Princess in the mood for?”

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“If you’re lying about this magical place I will

hunt you down & send you moldy cotton candy

every major holiday for the rest of your life.” She’s

tapping away furiously at her phone trying to find

the place. “Which, I do believe, is a worse offense

than sending someone fruitcake.”

               ❝   I don’t see how that’s a problem. Their                     marshmallow and chocolate taffy is                     SUBPAR compared to the place I                     usually get it from. Try their café                     liégeois.   ❞

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“What? Oh.” Yeah, the bloody blouse wasn’t exactly a thing that was worth going out in. She stripped in front of him, too, mainly because she was too tired to pretend that she was a modest woman. “I don’t want to wear anything fancy.” The bandages were wrapped around her stomach, though they really should have been changed, she couldn’t be bothered to do it. 

“I’m just going to wear a really big shirt.” A really big, really comfy shirt that could double as a dress because she was rather short. Perfect. When she pulled it over her head, it engulfed her small frame, and although she looked quite ridiculous she couldn’t bring herself to care. At least it was black so any bleeding wouldn’t be apparent. 

“Nah, I left my car a little ways away. No one should mess with it.” It was risky just pulling up in front of the large house just hours after she murdered the Don. He wasn’t that dumb.

“It’d be a shame if you did, since you’d be out of a home if you did.” It was weird seeing her so differently than what he was used too, but Bel wasn’t going to just burst that aloud.

He laughed quietly, rolling his eyes despite how she couldn’t see that. “Of course you do. Maybe you should get changed first, though?”

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“I honestly hope you didn’t leave your mode of transportation alone. It’s apt to get it’s break lines cut or to be rigged with explosives.” She shrugged a little---Bel wasn’t that stupid, was he?

“I have half a mind to burn this place to the ground, but it’d be a shame, I think. Been in the family for over a century.” For someone that was usually put together, she was quite disheveled. Even her hair was a bit knotted---too much work to be done.

“I expect you to take me on a celebratory outing, you know. Coups are quite a bit of effort.”

“Yeah, being alive’s pretty amazing.” Even though he risked it every single day. Still, he didn’t know if she was just kidding around or just trying to get under his skin. It was hard to tell with her especially like this.

Stepping a little closer but made sure to leave her space alive when she went to stand up. The blood that stained her blouse was somewhat off putting, considering she was nothing but grace. Either way, she still looked beautiful. In a weird psychotic way?

“Really pathetic.” Bel answered, “If he didn’t want to go through with a killing shot, he really didn’t deserve to be alive after all.”

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He chose well. She smiled a little and clapped her hands together. “Oh, look! You value being alive.” It was a joke, though it might have been hard to tell. (Maybe she had wanted visitors, just not the ones that were trying to fucking kill her.) 

“Next person that tries to kill me gets their head disintegrated. Sounds fun, right?” Another joke, because even though she was happy she no longer had to conform to her father’s wishes, she had still killed him. Her Cloud Guardian had offered to finish the job for her, but she had scolded him for the offer---

She was not a coward & by what right did she have to reign if she was not willing to finish what she had started?

“And you had doubted I’d actually do it, too.” Celia stood up, blood stained blouse oddly out of place. “When he shot at me, he hesitated & aimed for non-vital organs. Isn’t that just pathetic?” She would have offered him mercy if he would have given her the title willingly, but alas. Mercy only went so far. 

It was exactly like the Storm Guardian to ignore the requests given by plebs. If anyone knew what Celia was going through, it had to be him. After all, he couldn’t exactly point fingers and blame her for anything. It was her right, her decision. Not much he could do about that. Besides, he didn’t actually think she would go through with her plans - but boy, he was surprised.

Leaning against the frame of the opened doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. He would have been fine with the silence, since she hardly acknowledged his presence until now. Still, he could see the frustration. Even without words, she was still damn intimidating. Too late to turn around and forget that he was even there.

“..Uh. You look pretty today?” Shit. He was fucked. Literally. 

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@langurorousness

For all her plans, he still had a tendency to take her off guard. The killing of her father had gone smoothly, though the aftermath had been and was continuing to be a mess. Some people still swore loyalty to the late Don & refused her as the new one outright. Those would be dealt with in a simple, execution style format that would give a very straightforward example to any other possible naysayers.

And this boy---man now, really---still had the audacity to ignore her Rain Guardian’s warnings of her not being in the mood for company. Well, it was Belphegor. And if there was anyone as self-absorbed as she was, it was definitely him. There were two rings that were hers now---Mist & Storm---the latter that should have been hers rightfully from the start.

“Are you going to keep standing there or do you intend on saying anything?” If he valued their odd relationship, he’d choose his next words wisely.

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“Good---” Tilts her head & smiles sweetly. She has really no idea of what you’re

thinking, Bel. And it’s probably for the better, too!  “What’ve you been up to?

Anything aside from being a Prince?”

“For the most part,” He commented under his breath. Jeez, when did he sign up for a second mother? Bel doubted she would actually go through with her threat. ..But she was kind of intimidating when she acted so innocent while threatening him.