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Yush, you're third on the list I think. Don't worry, I'm good at fist posts, or so I'm told :P
Alexi watches calmly as the vampire snaps back at him, his condition becoming clearer and clearer as he rants on. 'H's already begun feeling the effect this strongly. I wonder how long it's been since he's eaten. Poor thing. Too bad for you, but this will expedite my plan' He sighs lightly, sure now that further conversation with Erik in his current condition would most likely not lead anywhere productive. 'I really do with he could understand and trust me, but I suppose I will just have to put up with my unruly guest until the time comes' He pouts a little at the thought, not really paying attention to him after he falls silent. 'And I so wished this first time would go better, oh well' Hopping off the bed he walks past the foot of his bed, just out of reach of the vampire even if he stretched out his legs as far as they would go, but close enough to try and frustrate the beast.
The bell sounds as he moves towards the door and he smiles. 'Perfect timing Joseph' he complements silently. Turning back to Erik ha smiles, a very fond look in his eyes. “I'm not stupid Sir, I know what I am doing. I am arrogant, self serving, and have never not gotten my way. Do not think for a second that I haven't thought this through to the point of extreme happenings. Nothing will stop me from getting what I want, not even me.” His tone is light, but with a somewhat slicing nature, his smile very gentle looking while in his eyes his seriousness is unmistakable. “Your part is not necessary for the big plan, the freeing of the slaves, it really isn't. No, your part is for something else, and honestly, if it doesn't work, I don't think I'll care either way as long as the big part comes together perfectly. As I know it will.” With that he turns and leaves the room, snagging a housecoat as he does so, the door swinging softly shut behind him.
The bell sounds as he moves towards the door and he smiles. 'Perfect timing Joseph' he complements silently. Turning back to Erik ha smiles, a very fond look in his eyes. “I'm not stupid Sir, I know what I am doing. I am arrogant, self serving, and have never not gotten my way. Do not think for a second that I haven't thought this through to the point of extreme happenings. Nothing will stop me from getting what I want, not even me.” His tone is light, but with a somewhat slicing nature, his smile very gentle looking while in his eyes his seriousness is unmistakable. “Your part is not necessary for the big plan, the freeing of the slaves, it really isn't. No, your part is for something else, and honestly, if it doesn't work, I don't think I'll care either way as long as the big part comes together perfectly. As I know it will.” With that he turns and leaves the room, snagging a housecoat as he does so, the door swinging softly shut behind him.
'Rude bastards. But, what do you expect. They look kinda excited about something, and I'm guessing it's not something they want the little one to hear' Kuro watches as they force the young angel to rush off and his assessment is confirmed by Green's words. It isn't too long afterward that the guards are sent word to bring Kuro up for his second session. As always he doesn't complain as they unshackle him just to put on thicker, harsher ones than his usual simple ankle one. His set restricts his movements, keeping his hands latched in front of him side by side, the metal itself taking up his entire lower arms. On each leg is a weighted shackle, chained together by a poll making walking look rather awkward. As always he stays silent as they put them on, his mind and body preparing for what's about to happen.
The trip is quite other than the clinking of the bar against the cuffs, his breathing so slow that one would question if he's still alive should they not already be use to him slowing it like that. Green looks to Red, his tongue clicking angrily. “He's doing it again.” Green tries shaking him to get Kuro to respond, however he ignores the both of them, his focus somewhere else.
Red shakes his head. “Don't bother, you already know it won't work. He's. . . .Wall, doing whatever it is he always does.” Green grumbles angrily but complies, continuing the trek to the interrogation room.
“Did the request go through for the brat to treat him again tonight for tomorrow's session?” Green inquires of his companion.
Red nods. “Yeah, but that will happen during the night shift. I hope those slackers realize what they are dealing with when the time comes. He's already made a move on the medic once, he'll most likely try it again sometime when he thinks he can get away with it.” Green nods, spitting into Kuro's hair. However Kuro doesn't notice, his mind already set for this second session. The guard finally pull him into the interview room, the ground still stained from the blood from the morning session. The room is darker than any other part of the palace, the only source of light a floating ball of light near one corner. The light falls perfectly across Kuro's back when he's chained up, making it easy for his interrogator's whip man to see what he's doing. The light can be moved to work on his front as well.
Like all previous sessions the interrogator and his whip man let the guards get Kuro into his chains before they bow themselves out of the room. The whip man steps forward to check the manacles before stepping back into place. The blond angel steps forward, close to Kuro so he can look into those now glowing red eyes. “Going to be stubborn again I see. Well not to worry, I think if we redouble our efforts we'll get what we need soon enough.” His voice is very arrogant and condescending. “Now, just to give you the courtesy: What are your foul kind planning? We've got all the reports, you are planning something, now what is it?”
Kuro looks him in the eye and with a smile he says, “Yer ma, we're planning to plow her.” His voice is very different from when he speaks to Aoba. The lightheartedness, the soft feel, it is all completely gone. The second the last word leaves his lips the angel behind him strikes out with a lash hard enough to knock Kuro forward, the manacles ripping into his wrists and his shoulder muscles screaming with pain. However the expression on his face doesn't change even as another, stronger blow falls right after that one. The session goes on for well over an hour like that. Kuro only providing the angels with smart ass remarks when he can manage to say anything at all, until at last he can't even do that. Instead he simply glares angrily at them, his back once again in ribbons, his chest a mass of bruises from the interrogator himself's booted foot.
The entire time Kuro doesn't cry out once. That part of him that can actually respond to the pain locked up somewhere deep inside. He can feel it, the pain not lessened by his removal of that part of him, however it does keep him from giving them the satisfaction of thinking they are getting to him. The lack of response, above anything else, even the fact that he's not divulging his secrets, is what angers the blond the most. And Kuro knows it. 'Someone like him deserves to not be satisfied. My tears, heck, even a little yelp would please him so much right now. He's worse than a demon. At least a demon would know a lost cause after only a couple sessions, or at least change tactics. Moron' Unfortunately he says that last word aloud and with a growl the blond angel unsheathes his sword, advancing on the demon. With a hiss he sinks the tip of the blade into the back of Kuro's wrist just below the manacle, and with a harsh tug drags it along the back of his arm all the way to his shoulder. 'Well, that arm'll be useless for a while. Not that I need my right arm for anything in particular'
Disgusted by the lack of response from Kuro he orders the end of the session with Kuro still able to stand, but just barely. The demon is on the verge of saying something that is sure to land him in the nether world, but his guard's words from earlier force him to hold his tongue. 'The little mouse will be back tonight. And after his healing and a light session, maybe I can have a bit of fun. I don't want to be passed out for this round of treatment' He is once more put into the overly restrictive shackles and lead back to his cell where after unlocking him, throwing him in, and replacing his ankle manacle his day guards leave, his night guards already in place. After a bit of shifting Kuro is able to sit up, his bloodied back against the wall so he can face the dull gray bars which make up the door of his cell. Once settled in against the back wall he begins humming softly, waiting for his new little plaything to arrive.
The trip is quite other than the clinking of the bar against the cuffs, his breathing so slow that one would question if he's still alive should they not already be use to him slowing it like that. Green looks to Red, his tongue clicking angrily. “He's doing it again.” Green tries shaking him to get Kuro to respond, however he ignores the both of them, his focus somewhere else.
Red shakes his head. “Don't bother, you already know it won't work. He's. . . .Wall, doing whatever it is he always does.” Green grumbles angrily but complies, continuing the trek to the interrogation room.
“Did the request go through for the brat to treat him again tonight for tomorrow's session?” Green inquires of his companion.
Red nods. “Yeah, but that will happen during the night shift. I hope those slackers realize what they are dealing with when the time comes. He's already made a move on the medic once, he'll most likely try it again sometime when he thinks he can get away with it.” Green nods, spitting into Kuro's hair. However Kuro doesn't notice, his mind already set for this second session. The guard finally pull him into the interview room, the ground still stained from the blood from the morning session. The room is darker than any other part of the palace, the only source of light a floating ball of light near one corner. The light falls perfectly across Kuro's back when he's chained up, making it easy for his interrogator's whip man to see what he's doing. The light can be moved to work on his front as well.
Like all previous sessions the interrogator and his whip man let the guards get Kuro into his chains before they bow themselves out of the room. The whip man steps forward to check the manacles before stepping back into place. The blond angel steps forward, close to Kuro so he can look into those now glowing red eyes. “Going to be stubborn again I see. Well not to worry, I think if we redouble our efforts we'll get what we need soon enough.” His voice is very arrogant and condescending. “Now, just to give you the courtesy: What are your foul kind planning? We've got all the reports, you are planning something, now what is it?”
Kuro looks him in the eye and with a smile he says, “Yer ma, we're planning to plow her.” His voice is very different from when he speaks to Aoba. The lightheartedness, the soft feel, it is all completely gone. The second the last word leaves his lips the angel behind him strikes out with a lash hard enough to knock Kuro forward, the manacles ripping into his wrists and his shoulder muscles screaming with pain. However the expression on his face doesn't change even as another, stronger blow falls right after that one. The session goes on for well over an hour like that. Kuro only providing the angels with smart ass remarks when he can manage to say anything at all, until at last he can't even do that. Instead he simply glares angrily at them, his back once again in ribbons, his chest a mass of bruises from the interrogator himself's booted foot.
The entire time Kuro doesn't cry out once. That part of him that can actually respond to the pain locked up somewhere deep inside. He can feel it, the pain not lessened by his removal of that part of him, however it does keep him from giving them the satisfaction of thinking they are getting to him. The lack of response, above anything else, even the fact that he's not divulging his secrets, is what angers the blond the most. And Kuro knows it. 'Someone like him deserves to not be satisfied. My tears, heck, even a little yelp would please him so much right now. He's worse than a demon. At least a demon would know a lost cause after only a couple sessions, or at least change tactics. Moron' Unfortunately he says that last word aloud and with a growl the blond angel unsheathes his sword, advancing on the demon. With a hiss he sinks the tip of the blade into the back of Kuro's wrist just below the manacle, and with a harsh tug drags it along the back of his arm all the way to his shoulder. 'Well, that arm'll be useless for a while. Not that I need my right arm for anything in particular'
Disgusted by the lack of response from Kuro he orders the end of the session with Kuro still able to stand, but just barely. The demon is on the verge of saying something that is sure to land him in the nether world, but his guard's words from earlier force him to hold his tongue. 'The little mouse will be back tonight. And after his healing and a light session, maybe I can have a bit of fun. I don't want to be passed out for this round of treatment' He is once more put into the overly restrictive shackles and lead back to his cell where after unlocking him, throwing him in, and replacing his ankle manacle his day guards leave, his night guards already in place. After a bit of shifting Kuro is able to sit up, his bloodied back against the wall so he can face the dull gray bars which make up the door of his cell. Once settled in against the back wall he begins humming softly, waiting for his new little plaything to arrive.
M'kay, it'll go on my list. I should have it done some time today :P
“I can always use more people to annoy, silly rabbit.” Seishu murmurs lightly and Rue giggles. The cook seems to be almost made of rubber as he bounces around the room to gather the dishes at the end of the meal. However even as he moves his energy gets lower and lower until at last he pops up right next to the bed with almost no aura at all. Rue scoops up his plate and Seishu's, handing them both over to the cook. At the close distance Seishu looks into Cho's eyes carefully and for an instant he can feel that little spark he's come to recognize in those around him. Cho himself looks back at him, an open smile on his face and a laugh in his throat. The moment is over between heartbeats and he turns back to address the room.
Seishu can feel the urge to leave the room coming from the Doc and Hops, even if it is very faint at his distance from them. 'They are staying that far from me on purpose. They need to go somewhere where they can re-charge on positive energy' He looks softly over at his counter part. 'Like he did. From what they said, he was most likely very down earlier' He looks down at the little fairy sitting right next to him and realizes that the more he hangs around, the more susceptible the child is going to be to negative emotions. 'I should shoo him out after this. Tell him to take some time doing what he likes to do for a while so he can recharge too' He looks over at Harper, deciding to have him help out in that respect.
"Oh. Sure Crios. I don't think I'm need much here anyway."
The words strike deep like a lance, but on the outside Seishu shows no reaction. His dream self feels the pain full force, but he's locked away at the moment. The Nightmare Guardian is able to ignore the pain, not letting it affect him as his counterpart leaves the room without having look him in the eye once. Humming lightly he chuckles as Rue piles back on to him. He playfully rolls the boy around a bit like a cat with a ball of yarn. Rue giggles, squealing when Seishu hits a spot where he's ticklish. “Ne, Hops, I need a favor.” Harper's ears come up at the sound of his nickname. He would normally have a comeback for the guardian, but his tone keeps the general quiet. Rue too notices the seriousness and crawls out of reach. Smiling fondly at Rue he looks over to the rabbit man who's eying him curiously. “He needs to get out of here for a while.” His hand comes up to gesture at Rue and the both of them looks a little shocked for a moment.
Rue is the first to speak, a hurt note in his voice. “You want me to go away?” Seishu can see the tears ready to fall but he holds up a hand.
“No, not really. I could use the company, and maybe even the comfort, however if you don't go out and get your fill of some positive energy, you're going to start being seriously hurt Rue.” At the sound of his name Rue knows that Seishu is being serious, and wants the minion to take him at his word. The guardian smiles. “I know you worry about me, and after this event there's going to be even more on edge, but that's why I need a favor from Harper.” Harper too perks up at the sound of his name, from Rue's reaction to his own understanding the significance. Seishu looks over to the ancient dream and nods. “I know you wanna get out of here, but if you could just stand watch, outside the door if you like, Rue should be able to get what he needs in say, and hour? The applicants shouldn't be ready before then, and I know Rue wouldn't forgive me if he wasn't around for that.” Rue gives him a stubbornly serious look and nods in agreement.
Harper looks to the door, longing to be away from this place, however he agrees with Seishu. 'He even sleeps next to the guardian. Even if his energy changes at night, I've felt it. Even if it's not bad, it makes me feel uncomfortable at the very least. He needs some good solid positive energy' With a long exasperated sigh he nods. “Sure, I'll wait outside the door for Rue to come back.” Rue looks a little sad at the decision, but doesn't question the other two males. Instead he leans up to place a light kiss on Seishu's cheek before rocketing out of the room like a shot. He knows exactly where to go to get what he needs quickly. Harper watches him leave at breakneck speed and lets out another sigh. “He really is devoted to you Seishu. If it wasn't for him, I doubt any of the rest of us would have bothered getting close to you.” Seishu nods silently, understanding that Harper too uses his name to get his point across.
Without another word Harper exits the room, making his way across from the closed door to the opposite wall where he takes up his vigil. Meanwhile inside the room Seishu maneuvers himself back down into his pillows. Unable to reach his blankets or any of his covering he does his best to get comfy while being completely exposed. 'I should have asked one of them to give those back before they left. . .' He groans, covering his face with one arm to block out the light pouring through his windows.
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Crios stays silent as he walks beside his lord, leading the way to where the plant siblings are. 'I don't know what to say. Without Night around to deflect, I'm not sure if I'll be able to keep him from finding out what happened this morning. . .Maybe I. . . .' He glances over at Enasi. 'Yes. It is their business. If he asks, I will just have to direct him to Night. After all, his personal affairs aren't really my business, and I would never be so discourteous as to tell someone how another feels about them before they have an opportunity to do it themselves. . . .Not that he will ever have the opportunity' Away from the heavy atmosphere of the room Crios is able to relax a bit, but inside he is still rather torn over things.
Seishu can feel the urge to leave the room coming from the Doc and Hops, even if it is very faint at his distance from them. 'They are staying that far from me on purpose. They need to go somewhere where they can re-charge on positive energy' He looks softly over at his counter part. 'Like he did. From what they said, he was most likely very down earlier' He looks down at the little fairy sitting right next to him and realizes that the more he hangs around, the more susceptible the child is going to be to negative emotions. 'I should shoo him out after this. Tell him to take some time doing what he likes to do for a while so he can recharge too' He looks over at Harper, deciding to have him help out in that respect.
"Oh. Sure Crios. I don't think I'm need much here anyway."
The words strike deep like a lance, but on the outside Seishu shows no reaction. His dream self feels the pain full force, but he's locked away at the moment. The Nightmare Guardian is able to ignore the pain, not letting it affect him as his counterpart leaves the room without having look him in the eye once. Humming lightly he chuckles as Rue piles back on to him. He playfully rolls the boy around a bit like a cat with a ball of yarn. Rue giggles, squealing when Seishu hits a spot where he's ticklish. “Ne, Hops, I need a favor.” Harper's ears come up at the sound of his nickname. He would normally have a comeback for the guardian, but his tone keeps the general quiet. Rue too notices the seriousness and crawls out of reach. Smiling fondly at Rue he looks over to the rabbit man who's eying him curiously. “He needs to get out of here for a while.” His hand comes up to gesture at Rue and the both of them looks a little shocked for a moment.
Rue is the first to speak, a hurt note in his voice. “You want me to go away?” Seishu can see the tears ready to fall but he holds up a hand.
“No, not really. I could use the company, and maybe even the comfort, however if you don't go out and get your fill of some positive energy, you're going to start being seriously hurt Rue.” At the sound of his name Rue knows that Seishu is being serious, and wants the minion to take him at his word. The guardian smiles. “I know you worry about me, and after this event there's going to be even more on edge, but that's why I need a favor from Harper.” Harper too perks up at the sound of his name, from Rue's reaction to his own understanding the significance. Seishu looks over to the ancient dream and nods. “I know you wanna get out of here, but if you could just stand watch, outside the door if you like, Rue should be able to get what he needs in say, and hour? The applicants shouldn't be ready before then, and I know Rue wouldn't forgive me if he wasn't around for that.” Rue gives him a stubbornly serious look and nods in agreement.
Harper looks to the door, longing to be away from this place, however he agrees with Seishu. 'He even sleeps next to the guardian. Even if his energy changes at night, I've felt it. Even if it's not bad, it makes me feel uncomfortable at the very least. He needs some good solid positive energy' With a long exasperated sigh he nods. “Sure, I'll wait outside the door for Rue to come back.” Rue looks a little sad at the decision, but doesn't question the other two males. Instead he leans up to place a light kiss on Seishu's cheek before rocketing out of the room like a shot. He knows exactly where to go to get what he needs quickly. Harper watches him leave at breakneck speed and lets out another sigh. “He really is devoted to you Seishu. If it wasn't for him, I doubt any of the rest of us would have bothered getting close to you.” Seishu nods silently, understanding that Harper too uses his name to get his point across.
Without another word Harper exits the room, making his way across from the closed door to the opposite wall where he takes up his vigil. Meanwhile inside the room Seishu maneuvers himself back down into his pillows. Unable to reach his blankets or any of his covering he does his best to get comfy while being completely exposed. 'I should have asked one of them to give those back before they left. . .' He groans, covering his face with one arm to block out the light pouring through his windows.
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Crios stays silent as he walks beside his lord, leading the way to where the plant siblings are. 'I don't know what to say. Without Night around to deflect, I'm not sure if I'll be able to keep him from finding out what happened this morning. . .Maybe I. . . .' He glances over at Enasi. 'Yes. It is their business. If he asks, I will just have to direct him to Night. After all, his personal affairs aren't really my business, and I would never be so discourteous as to tell someone how another feels about them before they have an opportunity to do it themselves. . . .Not that he will ever have the opportunity' Away from the heavy atmosphere of the room Crios is able to relax a bit, but inside he is still rather torn over things.
I tink so. Would you like to begin? Or shall I?
'Despite his lack of strong reactions tot he teasing, this angel is fun to play with' Kuro muses, the hands working over his back making him shiver. 'He responds to what I say without really acknowledging the tease. It's in an of itself a fascinating response' Suddenly a new type of shiver runs through his body, the cool touch of fingers over the sensitive skin where the base of his wings would be drawing out a light gasp. 'Oh, that. . .It's been a while since I've been touched there. I bet he doesn't even know how that feels' His guess is proven accurate when the little one apologizes as if he hurt the demon. Unable to really do anything about the now pleasant hum running through his body, dulling the pain a bit, he instead looks up to watch him touch the air above his head.
'I was wondering about that. Those I've seen come and go, but I guess it's still there even if one can not see it' “No. No feathers. And you're right, they would rip easily, which is why we keep them tucked away. It takes a long time for a demon's wing to heal.” His voice is even quieter now, just enough for the medi angel to hear. 'The last thing I need is them knowing that and using it against my kind. We have a hard enough time defending our wings as it is. If they found out that they could take us all out of commission for a while just by ripping at our wings they'd stop going for the killing shots we're use to and the angels would suddenly have a distinct advantage' With that thought in mind, he looks up to the angel treating him and wonders why he doesn't feel bad about telling him about the weakness.
He doesn't really have anything to say about using the patches instead of bandages, however Kuro does log away the look on the boy's face when he puffed up over Kuro continuing to get hurt. 'That's right little Mouse, this is more of a curse than a gift. The faster I heal, the more they can hurt me. But, the pain I can take. It's the loneliness here I have a hard time with, so I'd gladly face more torture session if it means even just a little time with someone willing to talk to me civilly each day' He can not help grumbling a bit when the boy tries to get him to sit up, not wanting to pull at the sticky patches on his back. However he doesn't fight and obediently gets into a sitting position with Aoba's help. He raises an eyebrow, wondering how he knows about the mouth cuts.
'Most would assume the blood coming out of my mouth was from internal injuries' He thinks about it for a second. 'But I guess having treated my injuries with that energy of his he would know if I'm hurt on the inside' He nods slowly in reply and watches those hands come in close to his face. 'They are shaking, I wonder if he's afraid of my mouth for some reason' The feather light touch threatens to make him grin, but instead he holds perfectly still. 'Well, he did see my fangs the other day, and most are afraid of things they are unfamiliar with, especially if they are potentially dangerous' The process is repeated on his other cheek and he sighs. His mouth opens wide as he runs his tongue along the inside to see if he misses anything. He fangs are clearly visible as he does the check and he watches the angel carefully.
Once the check is done he smiles at the smaller male. Glancing over his shoulder to make sure they are not watching this time Kuro brings a hand up behind Aoba's head to keep him from retreating before leaning in and placing a light peck on his forehead. “Good job, Little Mouse.” he murmurs once again before releasing him and moving back, not wanting to spook him by making him think he's trapped. Settling back against the nearest wall he smiles over at the little angel. “You really helped with the pain today. Come back tomorrow, and I'll tell you how.” At the slight raise in his voice Red turns to look into the cell. However he didn't here what the demon said so instead he calls out to Aoba to ask if he's finished.
'I was wondering about that. Those I've seen come and go, but I guess it's still there even if one can not see it' “No. No feathers. And you're right, they would rip easily, which is why we keep them tucked away. It takes a long time for a demon's wing to heal.” His voice is even quieter now, just enough for the medi angel to hear. 'The last thing I need is them knowing that and using it against my kind. We have a hard enough time defending our wings as it is. If they found out that they could take us all out of commission for a while just by ripping at our wings they'd stop going for the killing shots we're use to and the angels would suddenly have a distinct advantage' With that thought in mind, he looks up to the angel treating him and wonders why he doesn't feel bad about telling him about the weakness.
He doesn't really have anything to say about using the patches instead of bandages, however Kuro does log away the look on the boy's face when he puffed up over Kuro continuing to get hurt. 'That's right little Mouse, this is more of a curse than a gift. The faster I heal, the more they can hurt me. But, the pain I can take. It's the loneliness here I have a hard time with, so I'd gladly face more torture session if it means even just a little time with someone willing to talk to me civilly each day' He can not help grumbling a bit when the boy tries to get him to sit up, not wanting to pull at the sticky patches on his back. However he doesn't fight and obediently gets into a sitting position with Aoba's help. He raises an eyebrow, wondering how he knows about the mouth cuts.
'Most would assume the blood coming out of my mouth was from internal injuries' He thinks about it for a second. 'But I guess having treated my injuries with that energy of his he would know if I'm hurt on the inside' He nods slowly in reply and watches those hands come in close to his face. 'They are shaking, I wonder if he's afraid of my mouth for some reason' The feather light touch threatens to make him grin, but instead he holds perfectly still. 'Well, he did see my fangs the other day, and most are afraid of things they are unfamiliar with, especially if they are potentially dangerous' The process is repeated on his other cheek and he sighs. His mouth opens wide as he runs his tongue along the inside to see if he misses anything. He fangs are clearly visible as he does the check and he watches the angel carefully.
Once the check is done he smiles at the smaller male. Glancing over his shoulder to make sure they are not watching this time Kuro brings a hand up behind Aoba's head to keep him from retreating before leaning in and placing a light peck on his forehead. “Good job, Little Mouse.” he murmurs once again before releasing him and moving back, not wanting to spook him by making him think he's trapped. Settling back against the nearest wall he smiles over at the little angel. “You really helped with the pain today. Come back tomorrow, and I'll tell you how.” At the slight raise in his voice Red turns to look into the cell. However he didn't here what the demon said so instead he calls out to Aoba to ask if he's finished.
Very nice, I like it! Smoke for me, Ribbons for you, a nice mix :P
S'ok, as long as you can do something about the epic paragraphs :P They are getting a bit huge :P Not saying the posts are too long, just the paragraphs could do with a little breaking up.
You may assume Viltez walks inside and hands Aryx his clothes if you feel like going that route.
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