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[h3][color=Chocolate]~Chieko Okawa~[/color][/h3][/center]
Middle of Alley, Suttling's Basin, Priestella
[@Crusader Lord][@Ryofu][@Althiel][@BrokenPromise]
Deaths: 1
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Receiving an answer she liked, Chieko dropped the subject for now, quickly returning to Aerith's and Hiro's side. She felt safer near them despite the other twos obvious strengths. She couldn't quite explain it, but for now she kept quiet, eager to get moving. They couldn't stay here at a place like this, and the memory of them being brutally killed was still fresh in her mind. At least with the bandits dead they had some hope of living this time. There really was no guarantee that whatever happened would happen again, was there? Rationally speaking, it was illogical even if she wanted to believe otherwise. At least they were safe...at least until some obviously suspicious wolf girl showed up.

The girl caused Chieko to pause, heart skipping a beat, causing her to narrow her eyes at the girl. Suspicious. She almost wanted to say something to her, but she shouldn't stick out so much. Not when she had just narrowly escaped death with the help of Irene and Vasilis. She'd remember her for later though, definitely. She got the feeling this wouldn't be the last she saw of that girl as she disappeared back into the building she had appeared from.

[color=chocolate]"...yes, we should move before something happens."[/color]


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[h3][color=slategray]Mie Yukima[/color][/h3][/center]
Vertti household
[@Tenma Tendo]
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Casually strolling into the dining hall, Mie made no effort to slow down or give Grisaia a moment to catch his breath. Instead she moved swiftly on, deflecting an protests with a quiet quip or a dismissive wave of her tail as she continued on through the large household. Whew, impressive as always, wasn't it? Ah, she was rather jealous. If only she could have a traveling store this great, heh, but that'd be impossible. Soon enough she found herself in a small living space with a rather comfortable looking couch that she decided to commandeer, flopping down on it and resting her head on her arms.

[color=slategray]"Say, little rabbit."[/color] She continued. [color=slategray]"I'm your guest, so you should fix me something to drink, yes? Or are you a bad host?"[/color] She offered Grisaia a playful grin.