[color=#ff66ff]“I’ll take it that you’re a fan of superheroes, then, Miss Miarika?”[/color] Gael smiled, hefting his luggage upon the unoccupied of the two beds and carefully unzipping it. He didn’t hold much interest in them, himself- there were far too many that served to be little more than squeaky-clean paragons of morality- but it helped to be aware of the idols of man. Whether they took the names of “Flash” and “Raven”, or “Lysander” and “Cordelia” didn’t matter. 

[color=#ff66ff]“And that I am, Miss Miarika. Although nobility hardly matters in a place such as this one, I’m sure. Here, you and I are equals alike.”[/color] The Demon paused, pulling out a sizable teddy bear from his suitcase and tucking it gently against the pillow. [color=#ff66ff]“Destruction...Kakalukia...I’ve heard a fair deal about them in passing, yes.”[/color]

Gael chose not to go into detail about [i]what[/i], exactly, it was that he had heard. Manners maketh man, after all.

The contents of his luggage were strangely mundane, given his nature. Several changes of clothes. Books. A sewing kit. A music box, which was placed upon the top of his dresser. The only things that likely would stand out were the knives and daggers at the very bottom, which, too, went to the dresser. Gael unpacked wordlessly, only humming to himself until he finished his work. When the last blade had been stowed away, and the hollowed-out suitcase had been pushed under the bed, Gael turned towards Miarika and beamed.

[color=#ff66ff]“I have to admit,”[/color] he began, [color=#ff66ff]“I’m rather curious. Flash- is he your pet, Miss Miarika? Do you own him?”[/color]

His expression was that of innocent curiosity, although his eyes held something more...strange. Wrong.

[@The One]

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One moment Grace was on the ground, and then she was on Esperanza’s head, casually chatting away like nothing had happened. Esp started a bit, standing to her feet and reaching up to feel the creature on her head. Her fingers ran through Grace’s fur up until she vanished.

[color=#FF7433]“So soft,”[/color] Esp murmured, awed. Then, in her normal volume, [color=#FF7433]“I will not under...under...estimate you, Grace. I was just very confused about why you are the pink bunny, and not the person. I had been thinking I would be put in the room with the other girl, yes? So I was very surprised.”[/color] Esperanza’s surprise only increased as Grace pulled some sort of file from out of nowhere, and began listing very personal information about her. Her religion, her powers, her family- even her height. She frowned.

[color=#FF7433]“Do not do that.”[/color] She said. [color=#FF7433]“I do not know where you are getting the...knowing from, but it is very rude.”[/color] A pause. [color=#FF7433]“And she is not ‘some god’, Grace. She is Death, and she accepts all people. We give her souls so we can thank her for what she does.”[/color] Despite her offense, Esperanza obliged in reading the next offered file, skimming over what information wasn’t classified.

[color=#FF7433]“There is not much here.”[/color]Esp commented. 

[@The One]