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Demian

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  1. at the back of a clearing in an obscure nook, they brushed past the broad-leaved foliage to reveal the heart of it all: the pond of reflection. demian had never been here before. rather, he had been to a place similar to it once, but never in this new, different instance. once inside, he was sure his clothes were going to get wet, stepping through the waters to fight his doppelganger. there was sound rationale behind having swapped to his old clothes before coming here, then. he had to give them credit though, there truly was a waterfall behind it all. how nice. if only cardinal had
  2. he had the seal made shabbily into a vanity brooch. attached to his cloak, none would be the wiser about what it truly meant. with the exception of… “i heard there were a lot of hot spots nearby. if i got it wrong…” he felt their eyes fall towards the bait. and, with their smile, he knew he didn’t have to finish his sentence. “oh! of course! i’ll guide you to the proper location,” they said, and gestured for demian to follow. “it’s the one with the waterfall, right? i know where it is better than anyone.” if demian winced, it was simply because he hadn’t expected his gemini
  3. he let basuke know of his absence for the afternoon past his rendezvous. flitted to the sixth, where he knew his quarry would be. and he spotted them fast. because the stranger was wearing the exact same cloak that he had on. he shouldn’t have been surprised. here he was, a dainty young fellow in nothing but farm boy’s clothes and bandages to cover up a broken eye. in the middle of krycim, he must’ve looked no different from his original self, trudging down the path to a new morrow, not knowing what dangers it might bring. the letter to him, only upon detailed inspection, said s
  4. “well i hope that answers your question.’“ “it answers plenty,” demian decided, cozying up to his chair once again. “thank you for your insight.” little wonder her owner decided to keep her around, he thought, hearing the freebird chuckle. “it’s my pleasure. now, was there something else you’d wanted to discuss? you didn’t ask me to come all this way just for this little chat, did you?” demian raised his cup into the air, holding it towards day. paired with her laughter, and her raise of her macchiato as well, he barely had time to admit a, “guilty as charged,” before their drin
  5. the look he shot her was baleful; in return, she gave him a pained shrug and a wink. “we can’t all be spared,” she said, “and we can’t all have someone else’s lives given up for us either. look at it this way: if i were them, i wouldn’t have given you a warning like that at all.” demian stayed quiet, drinking. day gestured to him, humble. “did ‘you’ receive a warning like that yourself?” he decided to finally smile back. “and what if i have?” “hmm? sorry?” in the same flashy manner, he’d slip the letter across the table in a heartbeat. she rolled her eyes. “that’s obviously
  6. demian’s lips curled into a smile. “no mercy for the ones who come after, huh?” “knowing what we do about the way it moves its pieces around…” with day still holding her mug, she set it down carefully on the table. her gaze softened. “no… i’d rather not.” he studied her. “not regarding this faculty, you mean.” “not regarding a lot of them,” day corrected, leaning back in her chair, “but this one, in particular, the most.” he did the same afterwards. folding his arms to cover his own torso, while day crossed her legs and set her hands together, locked upon it.
  7. day, once calm, now simply looked sly. should he be afraid, given bistro’s demeanor? it was hard to say. the woman was a different breed entirely, after all. “huh. do tell.” “i received the letter today over at an info broker’s.” the paper in his hand was set down over the envelope, his decision willing that it be stored into its container, and so it was. “i’m sure you know the one.” “(obfuscation?)” “based on what we know about cardinal, there could only be one answer to this.” day looked out the window with a grin. “in its current state… perhaps.” demian
  8. “so what did you want to discuss?” down to business, the way he liked it. as quickly as one could snap their fingers, he had the envelope drawn out slid across the table. in the same sleight of hand, like a magic trick, he unfurled the page within. the envelope, now devoid of content, looked as tattered on the inside as much as its exterior. and that wax seal, too, was an invite for day to peer over, humming, intrigued. and that was not to say little of the missive once within it. folded up in half, and then thirds, was a blank page save a handprint smeared in red upon it, almos
  9. a few pats of her hair restored her imagery. day was the equivalent of somebody else’s sunshine. she reminded demian about one of his past sunflowers, and the summer heat in which he basked in as he made sure it was patiently cared for. his two blinks into cold stares seemed nothing but the normal protocol for her, he noted. they said nothing but exchanged looks instead. they didn’t need to talk with words… just yet. she chose not to move her head when the waiter came by with their drinks – he’d placed her order in her travel’s interim. demian turned to acknowledge them, however – al
  10. instead, he chose an indoor cafe on the eleventh. the type that iris would frequent, he figured, though not quite the same one. when the yellow cursored individual strode up to him, sat by the open window, he barely spared them a glance. who else would turn to look at a passerby cardinal entity? players had much more important matters to attend to, didn’t they? staring out the window at the blue sky above. her figure cut into the light pouring in, blending in with the shadows drawn across the floor. hatched, both of them, forms trapped in that box stretched against polished wooden pl
  11. quest. he received a letter today. bistro told him about it. she said to collect it before she threw it out. so demian went, mumbling to himself something strong about manners. but when he saw the envelope it was dressed up it, he knew the time had come. with two careful hands he picked it up. it wasn’t the telling dark, near purple stained black that emmett was fond of using for his official addresses. any from his closest allies also wouldn’t look so… disheveled. raggedy. it came with a red wax seal, a sigil upon it unrecognizable… to most. for demian, it was the same o
  12. Skill(s) Being Dropped: Battle Healing - R2 SP Incurred Towards Limit: 8 SP Refunded: 8 Cost: 8000
  13. BINGSU (20) COOKIE (60) VITAGEN (11) POPCORN (9) bingsu. | TIER 4 DESSERT | MITIGATION III shaved ice. chopped fruits. syrup and milk. tasteless. [15/04/24] | +8 [14/04/24] | +12 cookie. | TIER 4 DESSERT/SNACK | VITALITY II small. round. chocolate chips. tasteless. [15/04/24] | +12 [14/04/24] | +17 [20/08/24] | +30 popcorn. | TIER 4 SNACK | VITALITY II round. light. fluffy. tasteless. [15/04/24] | +9 vitagen. | TIER 4 SNACK | PROBIOTICS III milky liquid. palm-sized cardboard bottle. cream-coloured. tasteless. [20/08/24] | +11
  14. GELATO (30) MOUSSE (30) SMORES (75) CRÈME BRÛLÉE (75) gelato. | TIERLESS DESSERT | LD III multiple flavors. paper cup. wooden spoon. tasteless. [13/04/24] | +11 [12/04/24] | +8 [11/04/24] | +9 [09/04/24] | +2 mousse. | TIERLESS DESSERT | PROSPERITY III soft cream. paper cup. wooden spoon. tasteless. [10/04/24] | +20 [08/04/24] | +10 smores. | TIERLESS DESSERT | EVA II firm crackers. melted chocolate. toasted marshmallows. tasteless. [10/04/24] | +19 [09/04/24] | +34 [08/04/24] | +22 crème brûlée. | TIERLESS DESSERT | ACC II porcelain
  15. he waited a fair bit for the result to solidify itself, and it was worth his patience. never mind the average-looking results; didn't he scavenge these on his own accord through combat, anyway? the blade appeared unassuming at first glance, but with proper finesse, it would be as deadly as any other, demian was sure. iris was the least bit curious of the value of his sword. it wasn't as prized as-- "it's what i'm willing to work with right now," demian replied, cutting off her query with the turn of his back. then he left, with a louder thanks for her hospitality more than the reques
  16. did it matter that bistro hadn't told him to attend this location to shop at? no. and it mattered even less that the person running this store disliked his presence in the vicinity of her closest friends. demian walked in quiet, as though stalking the shadows, hunched over with a motive in tow. then, he was promptly caught by the resident furry guardian. nyanko waved his tail about, giving him a careful stare -- so demian acknowledged that he had to play nice. picking up a set of recently stocked items, he paid the storekeep in head pets and a secret whispered in his ear. then, demian lef
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