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[b][color=7e9ebc]Time[/color][/b]
🌀 Morning.

[b][color=7e9ebc]Location[/color][/b]
🌀 Riverport - Cheap Inn.

[b][color=7e9ebc]Interactions[/color][/b]
🌀 N/A.

[b][color=7e9ebc]Mentions[/color][/b]
🌀 [@Tae] - A Philosophical Conversation.

[b][color=7e9ebc]Equipment[/color][/b]
🌀 Regal clothes.
🌀 Tome.
🌀 356 Amas.

[b][color=7e9ebc]Emotional State[/color][/b]
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🌀 Chaotic Glee
🌀 Excited
🌀 Happy
🌀 [color=7e9ebc][b]Stable[/b][/color]
🌀 Annoyed
🌀 Angry
🌀 Azure Wrath.
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Daylight, a lingering shine from above spelling discomfort and doom for every demon. It was certainly the case for Inori, an Azure Fiend from the depths of an infinite abyss. Was it not for the consistent shroud of sapphire magic embracing this peculiar creature, an unforgiving blanket of celestial rays would have spelled the boy’s demise. Such was the nature of an Azure Fiend entirely divorced from an open sky. With a groan, the demon pushed his blanket, warm and soft, down a spindly shape. A sigh escaped Inori’s sharp-toothed maw, one followed by a yawn, ruby eyes rubbed in tired frustration. Had the night claimed him once more? He disliked this, the ever-shifting state of merciless day and soothing night. It required little more than a moment’s thought to miss the depth of home, darkness wrapped in crystalline shine. Alas, a mission had been presented the young Fiend, a pilgrimage of sorts. It was his assignment, to learn of a world beyond the safety of his home, beyond infinite corridors and academy walls. 

A tired, clawed hand reached for expensive fabric haphazardly dropped to the floor, an azure wind moving to swipe the clothes from whence they had been, draping the boy in an attire painting him a lad of adequate wealth. One may have considered these motions born of sloth, the Fiend’s daily routines scarcely demanding more than a thought given form through magical means. Another yawn deigned to escape the little demon, a stretch accompanying its presence as Inori’s tail swayed behind him. Side to side, accumulating in a flick, all before the boy turned to view his tired reflection in a mirror. 

[i][color=7e9ebc]’Riverport has thus far proven to be a quaint nook, in which tavern rooms and bedside comforts afford an accommodating approach,’[/color][/i] with pen put to paper, Inori’s notebook rose from where it had rested within the infernal’s bag, words of glimmering blue following each scribble, a record brought life. An inspection of his claws took center stage, neither focus nor digit affording the growing literature’s expanse. [i][color=7e9ebc]’Tis’ worth noting that I came across my first human yesterday. A peculiar creature, indeed. It called me a ‘lizard’, at which curiosity took hold of my senses. The Crystalline Reptiles I am acquainted with hold little resemblance to us and yet, the reptilians of this surface world are oddly reminiscent of a familiar face,’[/color][/i] a pause lingered, eyes of crimson red meeting their reflection on a polished surface. 

Claws soon rose to comb through Inori’s hair, messy and newly woken. He recalled mentions of an event today, one he was impressively late for, had the desire to attend presented itself. Again, the lad rubbed his eyes, shoes leaving the floor as they slid onto the demon’s feet. [i][color=7e9ebc]’In a port with such impressive abundance, I would be surprised to learn of lacking color, for a glimmering canvas has made itself known, color echoing in cords I have yet to familiarize myself with,’[/color][/i] Inori finished, pen and tome returning to their home, tools of academia flowing into the demon’s bag, cradled on an azure wind. 

[color=7e9ebc]”Fuck, imagine if I could drop the formality in my reports,”[/color] the Azure Fiend mused, a shake of his head following before the boy’s shoulder bag draped itself onto him. Much like his time and pen, the demon scarcely touched the floor, rather floating above it as a telekinetic motion of his hand allowed for the door to open. Night time was a comforting sight to say the least, but Inori had learned that activity from those he wished to observe was dwindling in later hours, and thus subjecting himself to the unforgiving sun was a sacrifice reluctantly made. 

Turning to look at the patrons of a River Port Inn, one that had afforded a decently comfortable bed throughout a beautifully starlit night, the boy laid eyes on several individuals losing themselves in conversation. Options were abundant. Would he stay here, would he leave? He was told to visit the beach, and yet, curiosity tugged him in every direction. A conversation of good and evil, the moral and the immoral. Narrowing a ruby gaze, Inori tilted his head, clearly intrigued. Did the surface races believe in 'Good' and 'Evil'? Not all, it would seem.