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[sub]The Wingless Angel | [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b0yNvVM_0B4]Introduction[/url] | Duncaster | Tag(s): Open[/sub][/center]
[justify]Loona felt little shame in the fact that she had yet to spend and entire night in Duncaster, but who could blame her? The concrete jungle was nothing like the lush forest she'd grown up in. Even though she knew the danger of dipping her toes back into the domain she once called home, it only leaving more traces for her Pillar to pick up on, the young Fae spent her nights on the very outskirts, her namesake lulling her to sleep after hours of restless thought.

It wasn't like Loona didn't have anywhere to go during the night, in fact the offers being thrown her way by those she's gotten to know through her freelancing was shocking to her, it was the artificial droning that made it impossible for her to remain calm. Especially at night, which is why she made it a habit to flee back to the forest once sunset arrived. Who knows what could be out and about?

Unfortunately for the young Fae, a job had gone on a bit longer than expected and she found herself caught in the very nighttime she was afraid of. Large green eyes stared anxiously up at the cloudy sky, no sight of her namesake nor it's counterpart hovering above. Although the rain had stopped, little droplets still clung to her hair and her bright kimono styled clothes; it was hard not to notice her, especially being in 'human' form, a flowery garb, and shaking like a sole leaf in the violent wind. Despite the meek appearance and inability to look unaffected by her surroundings, a firm grip remain on what was the centerpiece of a gold chain necklace. 

If she really couldn't handle it anymore, she could always fly...but that would bring even more attention to her. Asking for help from a familiar face was another option but...
[b]"Oi, Loona!"[/b] A gruff voice called out to the Fae, unintentionally sending her into a mild panic in the process. If it wasn't noticeable before, see was surely shaking now, wide eyes shifting to the little pawn shop she happened to be standing in front off. It took a second for the brunette to realize she were she was, but once that became more clear, the panic subdued itself slightly. [b]"Hey kiddo, looks like you got caught up in the rain, huh? Want to join me for some tea?"[/b] Focusing back on the owner of the voice as well as the little pawn shop, Loona shook her head slowly towards the Gnome. His stout frame and long beard were inviting, but she couldn't. She wanted to leave. Staying any long meant she'd be stuck in Duncaster until morning. Alone. And surrounded by...s-so much.

[color=lightgreen][b]"N-No thank you, M-Mister Melio. I actually have to g-get going back h-home."[/b][/color] She practically whispered, but the other seemed to have heard her loud and clear.
[b]"No worries, kiddo! Stop by tomorrow if you can! I still need to repay you for helping me out the other day!"[/b] He smiled, thus earning a smile from Loona herself. With the smallest of nods, Loona was off again, practically holding herself at this point.

[i]Stop by tomorrow, huh...[/i] If she'll be able to survive through the night...[/justify][hr][hr]


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[sub]??? | [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hjQfYEjvJeU]Breath of the Wild[/url] | Duncaster | Tag(s): Kaleo (Open)
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[justify][color=#b589d1][b]"Put your hands on my brother again, I fucking dare you!"[/b][/color] Dirty clenched fists slammed down on the already unconscious man, not that Cyrus seemed to care at the moment. The only thing on his mind was doing what he knew his little brother could never. It had honestly been a new record for Cyrus, not getting into any fights for the past week...which probably meant he was more than ready to pop off on anyone that caused even the slightest bit of inconvenience to him or his companions. What did this man do exactly? If anyone were to ask Cyrus, he probably wouldn't be able to give an answer. They were walking around as normal, and the next thing he knew Kaleo was on the floor, and he was punching this stranger into the concrete.

[color=#cd7f32][b]"C-Cyrus, it's okay. I'm not hurt. I-I'm fine."[/b][/color] No he wasn't. He was just lying to get him to stop. Even from within the dimmed alleyway Cyrus could see how bruised and scratch up the other's hands were. However instead of arguing, Cyrus pulled back, silver dragon-like eyes still focused on whatever was left of the man on the ground. Sending a wad of spit down on his caved in face, Cyrus finally turned around and moved towards the shorter boy who looked to be drowning in the amount of layers he had on. The younger gripped the elder's black umbrella like a lifeline until the later took it away, replacing it with his own throbbing hand. No words were said abut what just happened after that as they made their way back to the main streets. 

The silence between the two was eventually broken once Kaleo questioned the location of their third companion.
[color=#cd7f32][b]"Wh-Where did Mana go?"[/b][/color] He mumbled out, gripping the other's fingers a little to get his attention.
[color=#b589d1][b]"He'll be back soon enough. Probably went to go and find some food, or a place we could stay."[/b][/color] He responded, a frown still evident on his face. In the time they've been in Duncaster, there hadn't seemed to be any clues or trails worth following. It almost felt like they had wasted their time in such a place. But for some reason, Cyrus could feel like they're here for a reason, just that the reason had yet to reveal itself... Hopefully it was soon, especially since he was starting to gain a name for himself among the alleyways for starting what others believe are 'necessary fights'.[/justify]