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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]
🌀 [@Helo] - Bowyn.
🌀 [@Tae] - Eris and Raven.
🌀 [@Potter] - Rue.
🌀 [@princess] - Annya.


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

[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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A human? No, not quite, and yet, not entirely whole. Crimson eyes, large and curious squinted, as if attempting to unravel a mystery, as if further focus would lift an obfuscating veil. Truly, the surface world was colorful, a place of dancing rainbows waltzing across an ever-distant horizon. It was unlike the boy’s home, where crystalline shine allowed for a different kind of beauty, darkness illuminated by magic and natural growth, an endless journey into the azure void where glittering sapphires reigned supreme. It would be a mistake, however, to forget where the Crystal Cove resided; within the Abyss. Dangers loomed within its beauty, with the most deadly aspect being infinity itself. One could roam the Cove for a mortal’s lifetime and find nothing but a labyrinth. It had been said that the Grand Academy City could only be found by the Azure Fiends, and as of yet, no one had disproven this grand rumor. 

Thoughts of home were, however, not what Inori had been tasked to explore. A sharp-toothed smile met the broken fairy, shark-like and dare one say mischievous. Inori had yet to properly interact with surface races, rather having observed more so than acted until this moment. A claw rose, finding home at the boy’s chin, his gaze lingering upon a child of winter, a soul glacial and beautiful. Inori yet stood apart from the concept of trust and distrust, as it was not his intent to make friends. However, would not this journey find itself experienced in a more spectacular fashion was this the case? 

By the standards of his people, Inori was reserved. He was a calm boy, and quiet to a fault. Yet, on the surface, he had seen silence managing a far greater grip. 

It was like a stardust breeze, the Fiend’s shape fading from place, a glowing frame once more manifesting closer to a gathering of people who very well may have disapproved of such a sudden introduction. Alas, the Azure Fiends were flamboyant creatures, and each motion echoed this truth. They did not walk, but rather flew, and rarely traversed short distances, yielding to teleportation in its stead. One ought consider this laziness, or perhaps an attempt at impressing onlookers, and while Inori’s kin were quite theatrical, their most casual, mundane motions beckoned back to little more than racial biology. 

[color=7e9ebc]”Hello, hi,”[/color] a small, clawed hand rose, affording the gathering of five patrons a wave alongside an equally sheepish smile. A voice spectral in nature, hinting at the demon’s supernatural self.

He recalled what his brother had told him, a warning before venturing onto Avalia’s surface. [i]’The races up there tend to be jumpy. Easily annoyed, see? We can be a bit too forward for them, so if you want to avoid chaos.., and like.., why would you? Uh.., speak to them like they’re very fragile and about to break!’[/i] Inori was unsure of his brother’s suggestion. Would these creatures not be more agitated, had Inori spoken to them like lessers? He was quite certain that entities described as so incredibly fickle would indeed react negatively to such an approach, and Inari, the boy’s older brother, was known for mischief and pranks. 

[color=7e9ebc]”I am Inori Lunaris,”[/color] the infernal lad placed his hand upon a slender chest before affording the gathering a gentle bow. [color=7e9ebc]”A student of the Sapphire Academy,”[/color] he continued. Azure Fiends rarely left the Cove, and did so only in pursuit of knowledge. Having met another was highly unlikely. [color=7e9ebc]”I overheard you speaking of the war,”[/color] the Fiend shared, [color=7e9ebc]”if it’s not too much trouble, I would record your accounts on transpiring events.”[/color] Did this warrant professionalism? Was it expected of the boy to act as he wrote, with a silver tongue and dainty approach? Perhaps it was for the best, if the aim of this interaction was to further his understanding, and by extension his documentation of the war. 

The Azure Fiends had avoided this conflict with the claim that it was not theirs to fight. The surface world was, for an Azure Fiend, a colorful and interesting nexus of information, all of which they wanted to gather and record. However, as of yet, the council had not agreed on a course of action. The Fiends valued freedom, something Dark Elves would seek to smother. Freedom, indeed, the purest form of Chaos. Something often disregarded or forgotten. What would allow the council to make a decision, more so than further information on the war and accounts by those afflicted? This was it. Inori had found his subject, he had found the reason for his presence upon Avalia. He was going to document the war. To do that, he had to view it from up close. [color=7e9ebc]”Ah, apologies,”[/color] the boy chuckled, having noted how thoughts tore him from the conversation at hand. [color=7e9ebc]”My people are as of yet undecided on the war, and I believe that constant observation of its effect will help them make a decision,”[/color] the demon nodded his head, echoing an earlier smile, sharp-toothed and shark-like. [color=7e9ebc]”As such, if you are a part of this conflict, I’d ask to join you and record your tale.”[/color] Clapping his hands together, the spindly Fiend was struck by an idea. [color=7e9ebc]”A round of drinks on me? That is a custom on the surface, yes? A show of.., good intentions.”[/color] How excellent.