[h3]Melanie and Diana[/h3]
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Diana stirred finally, after the plans were being discussed, and managed to wring herself out of Andras grasp. The plan they were submitting... was [i]unbearably naive[/i]. She frowned somewhat, her eyes set on Andras, and then Moira. "Well, it's the best shot we have, honestly." She finally gathered to say. [i]Beggars can't be choosers, after all.[/i] She bitterly remembered. "However, don't lose perspective. If this was [i]Lightbringer himself[/i] he would mercilessly pick apart any semblance of plan we have, and I suspect the one who puppeteers him is no stranger to this fact." She added, eyeing Andras. "But unlike Celestine, we are sure of what this ... God wants. My hide. He cannot resist coming after me, even if he knows it may be a trap."

She pointed at Andras. "Also yours, if i'm not mistaken." Diana walked a few steps away. "But... I am sorry, I can't bring you to play the crucial role of the bait. You're not... ready. " Diana eyed the girl. [i]Young. Sheltered. Prone to being shocked.[/i] She added. "So i propose the following. I try to make my presence be known... and you hit him with all you've got. We can't afford more steps or complications." 

"I don't like it." The Moira said. "I think she should be the bait. She's got a fools' luck, that one." The Moira chuckled, eyeing Andras up and down like a hungry beast.

"Really?"

"No. But who will be my cuddly buddy afterwards? The Dork Lady of Disparage? She isn't adorable enough, you know." 

[i]Well, it should work. As long as... he doesn't bring sizeable reinforcements.[/i]


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[h3]St Laurel's[/h3]


It had been an eventful start of the semester for Dmitry. He had mastered a new language, and found a new master. Except it wasn't the actual master he was [i]supposed[/i] to serve, but it was close enough. The fiancee or the love interest counted as extended family, right? The Yekaterinan boy thought so as he mentally checked what were Elise's commands. He had hoped a more sizable amount, but she seemed the fairly level headed, that one. It was good regardless. It was one of such time's in which the exchange student was ... idle by himself, and he was just admiring some birds chirping, being commanded by the crumbs of stale bread he had graciously brought. Feeding such small, colourful bundles of joy was an adequate pastime.

There weren't so many joyful birds in the homeland. And if they were, they ended for commoner's lunch. Rhea was in luxury, indeed. 

And in a flash, the birds were gone, as subtle but decisive footsteps approached him. He was a slight man... or a woman? Dmitry wasn't sure what to make of the haunting features and small build, but there was something familiar in the gaze. Something that struck a chord within him, and the thoughts cascaded in aligment.

"Brother?" Dmitry said, surprise in his face eyeing up the figure up and down. Despite being only half brothers, the resemblance was remarkable. Both could be confused for girls.

"...Indeed I am, Mitya." Celestine Lightbringer said, as he approached his younger half sibling, smiling a polite smile, closer and closer, and giving him a welcoming hug and a kiss in the cheek, an olden tradition of certain countries. "I am told you've been searching for me." he added. "Well, here I am."

"But... where were you? Why are you here? What's with the... dark three-piece suit? Do you like... uh, stale bread?" Dmitry fumbled as he eyed his senior, mesmerized by the moment. Was there a catch? Was this a play of fate? He briefly pondered, but he soon cast the doubt away. 

"It's okay, I have some pocket money. I will treat you to a meal." Celestine added. "We can... catch up."

"Alright." Dmitry added, but felt something was missing. Some dark piece in his mind clicked. "What's the problem though?"

"Oh, you are able to read me to this extent already?" Celestine grinned. "I think we will get along swimmingly. True, my interest is not only brotherly bonding... there are other things that must be taken care of. Something... delicate. And who better to help me than my own brother?" Celestine said, as he put a hand on Dmitry's shoulder.

"We can give mother a surprise, even."

[i]Yes, it's going to probably be frontpage on the news, the amount of havoc we can ...dispense. Once I model you, that is. All for the sake of this... nagging presence on my head. It won't allow me to revolt.[/i] The Fallen One dully noted, as he began to lead the way out of the school.

[i]I might need a few more allies who won't ask too many questions and are fairly ruthless, though.[/i]