"Very interesting." Solus gestures, and the book in his hands is split into five pieces, each completely identical, the cover having disappeared. One of the pieces floated towards Beatrice, and landed in her hands. "The first price has been paid. Now, let us move on to the second." Sipping from the wine in his left hand, Solus thought for a moment as to what the next price should be. "I do not feel like sharing the rest of the book right now. Instead, I will seek this Bernkastle, who can cause Miracles. Perhaps she can be of use to me." With this, Solus made all parts of the book besides Beatrice's part disappear, and walked off. If the witches truly wished it as much as he believed they did, then he now had two servants to follow him around. He had no doubt at least one of them would try and take the book, but they had willingly told him of the best weapon he had against the witches: their own beliefs.
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Nodding, Stein held out both hands. "I believe this might be a trap set by a Dark Master. This world might be real, or it might be an illusion. However, I'll have to assume you guys are real if I want to get anywhere." Stein was getting more nad more into this character. He'd have to make up some more aspects of this imaginary world he was from, make it more believable. He thought most of them already believed his story, although the one called Yang still doubted him. They seemed rather dim, however, as not a one of them had realized he'd said their names when he arrived. "It's probably best if we stick together. Do you mind if I add myself to this group while I search for my daughter? I believe there might be a greater chance of her seeking a group like this."
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(It sounds like a guy's name!)
Mia would have loved to let Weiss scream, but she didn't have the luxury of privacy. As such, she clasped her hand over Weiss's mouth, halting the scream before it could attract any unwanted attention. With this thought in mind, Mia let some of her black blood slip from underneath her fingernails, pouring down Weiss's throat. As Weiss's choke reflex kicked in, the Black Blood hardened into a circle, causing Weiss to gag without choking. Before Weiss puked from this unnatural placement, Mia made her Black Blood rip into the flesh besides her throat, cutting out her vochal chords and removing her ability to speak or scream. Weiss was forced to puke blood on the ground as Mia happily stroked her new toy's head. "Don't worry. You should enjoy the pain like I do! You'll learn....."
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Rift rapidly held up both hands, his six eyes all widening in surprise at this hostile reaction. He'd been met with fear and disgust before, wariness, caution, anger, but never such odd defensive hostility. Then again, he usually just handled the transport for his more aggressive brethren. No doubt these people believed him to be some sort of threat. He moved his four extra eyes to the front, shifting along his flesh until they reached his bare chest, each inspecting the group. This, for him, was a gesture of peace, as he was exposing his most vulnerable weaknesses. "I have no intention of starting a fight at all. It would be quite unnecessary to attempt to kill you, now wouldn't it? I have no stake in battle, and I believe you don't either."