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Avalia

Time: Dusk
Location: Boardwalk in Riverport
Interactions:@Potter Saoirse @Tae Raven @Omni5876 Arn @Th3King0fChaos Ismael @Kazemitsu Kharne
Equipment:Outfit visible from Disguise Ring,Armor(Not visible); Chest plate is enchanted with Armor of Absorption, Map of Avalia, Water Flask, A bag of elf and demi-human ears and tails, Ama pouch with 2000 amas on hand, Three large red potions, Wayfinder, Hygiene supplies, Rose-scented Perfume, Location Sender, Shower Tube, Transmission Bracelet, Bedroll, Water Purifier,Axes with returning enchantment,Her backpack

Annya had rolled her eyes and planned to just ignore the man. They had a fun-filled night in front of them and no time for this crazy person. She went to pull Saoirse’s hand toward the inn when she suddenly started advancing back towards the shopkeeper. ”Young lady! Return at once!”She had yelled after her but the human girl was in a blind rage. Annya was dumbstruck at Saoirse’s growing violent reaction, fumbling with the club that was thrown for a moment. Her eyes locked on the knife and she quickly made her way over as a crowd began to form and people started to gasp. ”Are you insane!?”

As Saoirse was glancing up at her, she pulled her to her feet none too gently. She matched her cold look with her own. Though she was happy the young girl could clearly defend herself quite well and was immensely skilled, Annya did not want her to unnecessarily hurt others just because they left a bad taste in her mouth.

Ismael’s voice commanding voice filled the air, sharing the same sentiment as Annya. She nodded to him, saying in a hushed voice sternly to Saoirse so only the two of them could hear. ” I don’t know what kind of place Earth is, but here in Avalia we have rules and they are enforced. It is not allowed to just randomly attack people. You are lucky the enforcement team is not already upon you.” A nearby person began to help the groaning, terrified shopkeeper up and she glanced at them. She rummaged quickly for a few amas in her bag and handed them to the random nearby person, ” Please get this pathetic man to the healing center.”

A young dwarf with a very impressive red beard moved into her vision as she was watching the drunken fool be dragged off. She gave him a comforting smile as the lad stammered with his words. He had kind eyes and she did not want to take out her anger on him. She had hoped the dwarves would side with them in this war but was perplexed as to why and how they found her. She sighed, letting free some of her tension as she gently replied, ” Yes darling I am. Are you a representative sent to speak with me perhaps?”

Though she had hoped the fiasco would end, Raven decided to flip out too. She glanced at the girl, and shook her head, speaking to them all with her reply, ”Raven, Saoirse. Standing up for yourself is very important. I will not apologize for making sure you are both verbally treated kindly in this world the best I can. Obviously, I will not agree with Saoirse’s violent actions, but I will also not apologize for my peaceful response, Raven. It is unfair to blame me for his wrong actions. Now handle yourself with class and dignity and stop screaming. ”

She blinked in surprise as the girl actually tried to leave to go off on her own, exclaiming, "Raven! Are you serious! You can't just go off on your own in a place you don't know!" Annya’s initial respect for the two girls dwindled a little. Both of them were clearly over-emotional and unstable. It was necessary to consider holding off on magical training until the two could become more rational-minded, but she supposed they truly were just children and it couldn’t be helped. Annya stood up rapidly to go after Raven, only for the crowd to close in tightly front of her as more gathered to see the fiasco. A cluster of voices crowded the air but the sound of someone calling for a guard could be heard.

Annya quickly turned to the others. ”Young dwarf, let us meet for breakfast at Surfside Cafe tomorrow morning at nine. I have a responsibility to these girls. Please enjoy the company of my friends Ismael and Kharne. “ She gestured to Ismael and then Kharne, ”Kharne I am very grateful for your aid. I will reimburse your purchases tonight for young Ismael. Saoirse and I are going to go try to catch Raven. You know how to reach me.” With that, Annya led Saoirse quickly through the crowd to get away from that area and to go looking for Raven.

Avalia

The Father

Maeryn Riluaneth ⋆ 320 ⋆ Male ⋆ Elf

Appearance

Height:
5’9”

Weight:
175

Hair Color:
Black

Eye Color:
Plum

Skin Tone:
Somewhere between purple and gray

Psychology

Likes:
⋆ Hunting
⋆ His family
⋆ Milk


Dislikes:
⋆ Those with, in his opinion, bad priorities
⋆ His loved ones under threat
⋆ Wasting time


Fears:
⋆ Losing his children
⋆ Not being able to give his offspring a better life
⋆ Dying and abandoning his children


Sexuality:
Male

Personality:

Maeryn is quiet and does not seem to waste his breath on many people besides those he cares about. Any extroversion in his body is reserved for his children. Deep down, he can be a bit of a softie and even has a sense of humor. He was often a black sheep in Malthemoor as his heart was a lot bigger than most. When you are in his good graces, he will give everything for you. Towards strangers, Maeryn is selfish in that he will put down anyone else in order for his loved ones to have the life they deserve. His goal is all that matters. He can easily go cold and even cruel towards strangers. He isn't one to unnecessarily torture people, but he will kill you if it furthers his journey and not feel a shred of guilt. However, if you do happen to be within his party or even cared about, he will fiercely protect you until his last breath.

Calm and patient, the hunter will wait for as long as he needs to. He will stalk his prey for days and days if he sees fit. He is not quick to panic unless something important is at stake. He is willing to do whatever it takes to meet his goal. Maeryn is careful to not lose his life, but he is not afraid of danger. His reaction speed is often quick and he is able think on the go. He's cunning and clever in the avenues he excels in, but could not tell you much when it came to history or other educational fields. Insanely motivated and determined, Maeryn is not someone you want to have as an enemy.

Background

Occupation
Hunter

Living Immediate Family Members:
⋆ Kharis - 8 year old son
⋆ Goren - 14 year old son
⋆ Alaia - 100 year old adopted daughter

Dead Immediate Family Members:
⋆ Haera - 5 year old daughter
⋆ Nyana - 104 year old wife
⋆ Phinara - 154 year old wife
⋆ Rydel - Father
⋆ Qamara - Mother
⋆ All grandparents

Current Companions:
Alaia

Current and Past Lover(s):
Nyana
Phinara

History:

Maeryn was the only offspring born to a family of hunters that were renown throughout the Malthemoor Kingdom. Traditionally, offspring had been numerous in their family to grow their hunting guild numbers. However, his mother Qamara died during childbirth so they had not had the opportunity to have more than one son. His father raised him by himself. Loving yet stern, Maeryn fondly remembers Rydel even after all these years. Rydel died when Maeryn was but eighteen. Growing up without any parents to guide him into his young adult years had been a challenge, but it ultimately made Maeryn the man he is, strong and independent. He spent much of his first few decades as part of the army, which was required of many able dark elven men. He was a well-trained guard for Malthemoor up until reached age 120. He hadn't moved too high up the rank but had gained respect. Many hunters in his family had all put in some of their youth into service for Malthemoor as the training and hardships that came along with it ultimately made them better hunters in the long span of their life. Maeryn retired at only age 120, having felt 100 years was enough service to give.

He much preferred working in the hunting guild with the rest of his relatives. They had hunted everything and anything. Animals for food. Monsters to protect the kingdom or even for materials per request. However, a void was left in him. It had been years since he had even received a hug. Luckily for him, he met a huntress named Nyana while out in the woods at the age of 125 and they instantly hit it off. Her name had been Nyana. A few years later, the two had their first child. Having quite no one else in his life, he gave his all to make his wife happy and the daughter that soon joined them. Haera had been a sweet little child that had melted Maeryn's toughened heart. Being his first, he had loved her more than anything ever in his life. But at the tender age of five years old, Haera was lost along with Nyana during a vigilante light elf attack in Malthemoor Kingdom. They had unfortunately been at the wrong place at the wrong time. Maeryn's heart had been torn and it took a very long time for him to move on.

It wasn't until Maeryn was 220 that he came across an abandoned fairy baby while hunting in the woods. Despite her race, Maeryn couldn't help but look at her and think of Haera and took her in, despite the many protests of those who accompanied him. He raised the child under much controversy. Many of those who had been at his side left him and Maeryn was expelled from the guild. He became a lone hunter, but Maeryn grew to love the child so much that he did not mind. Alaia was loyal to his side even as Maeryn dared to marry again in recent years. His second wife, the one he married at age 300, was named Phinara. She accepted Alaia and was awfully kind for a dark elf. She bore two sons for Maeryn, but died during the birth of the second child, Kharis. Desperate to not lose any more of his family, Maeryn began to blame the surroundings and racism of the world he lived in. He knew something had to be done if he was going to ensure those left in his life could live the highest quality degree of life, without dark elves sneering at them in the street or fearing the attack of other races.

When he heard of humans being summoned to the world, he shuddered. His father had told him as a boy the powers humans had held. After hunting in all kinds of terrain all over Avalia, he knew the sheer force nature could bring. Hurricanes and forest fires could beat even the biggest and strongest of prey down. Intelligent beings that could wield these forces could surely make a difference and he worried that not only the Twin-Headed Dragon, but Malthemoor's military would not take the threat of humans seriously. After all, most of them had been stuck up in the North for so long while the hunters had dared to journey into the forbidden land. He realized the key would be to find these humans and kill them, enabling the dark elves to have a higher chance of success in this war while also making the world safer for his children. From the moment he saw the assassinations of the royals, Maeryn knew what he had to do.

Combat and Magic

Strength:7
Speed on Land:8
Speed in Air:0
Magical Ability:8
Dexterity:8
Weapon Proficiency:10 with guns, throwing knives and bows, 4-6 with other weapons that aren't ranged
Stealth:9


Subspecies):
Dark Elf


Best Abilities:
Imbuing ranged weapons with Erebokinesis.

Avalia

Time: Dusk
Location:The Leaky Tap Tavern and Inn
Interactions:@nasty Nabarra @Helo Orias @CitrusArms Aiko
Equipment: Dress and thigh-high socks(Slits on the inner sides of the sleeves), Black boots, Pouch with amas, Lipstick

Yuka picked up the potion at the mention of it and sat down, "I can do that right now Aiko!" She then paused. Nabarra was unconscious so she wasn't going to just open wide. She set the potion down again and began to try to pry Nabarra's mouth open. She adjusted her grip so that one hand was attempting to hold the mouth open while the other hand grabbed the potion. She popped the top off with her teeth and tried to pour it in unceremoniously, cooing down to her, "Come on Nabby. Pretend it's bodily fluids and I bet you'll just gulp it right down!"

She laughed a little to herself as she tried to get the potion in Nabarra and glanced at Aiko, "Oh yes. My sniffer caught scent of that for sure. We can either go out and find an antidote ooorrr take her to the healing center and make it someone else's problem. Those are the choices! Or..." She patted Nabarra's cheek gently after, "Come on! Don't let some dumb poison get you down! Wake up and see Aiko's beautiful breasts!"

She glanced again at the other two, still smiling despite the situation, "If that doesn't work, then we have a problem." She returned her gaze to Nabarra as she slowly stood up again. For a moment it was like a flash of the past replaced the scene before her. In Nabarra's place was a little feline child with some ice on her bruised head and a big quilt blanket covering her tiny body. Her own little voice echoed in her head.

You have to get better before mama gets back.

She reached out her hand forward toward her the image of her young sister. Her own arm for a moment seemed as if it had returned to its younger state. A flash of her mother as she loomed over them with an angry face interrupted the picture. Her pupils dilated. Then it all vanished. The walls returned to their wooden flavor away from that cheesy floral wallpaper they used to have in their old home. Nabarra took the place of the young demihuman child. Yuka's arm retracted backward.

Why am I thinking of you now?

She shook her head as if to shake the images and rising emotions away. There was no need for all that. It was pointless and in the past. Her mission was clear now... Yes, that's what it was. She had started today on that mission and now she had been sidetracked. A reminder to make sure things were going according to plan. What a clever brain you are.

Yuka's grin soon returned as she said, "You know. I could go fetch a poison antidote. I don't mind being I am a very nice person and all. Green potion from the shop will do the trick."

Avalia

Time: Dusk
Location: River Port --> Vivacious Vixens Stall on the Boardwalk --> Back towards Inn by the Sea
Interactions:@Potter Saoirse @Tae Raven
Equipment:Outfit visible from Disguise Ring,Armor(Not visible); Chest plate is enchanted with Armor of Absorption, Map of Avalia, Water Flask, A bag of elf and demi-human ears and tails, Ama pouch with 2000 amas on hand, Three large red potions, Wayfinder, Hygiene supplies, Rose-scented Perfume, Location Sender, Shower Tube, Transmission Bracelet, Bedroll, Water Purifier,Axes with returning enchantment,Her backpack

Annya loudly sighed in relief and smiled at her, ”Saoirse! Thank goodness you picked that one! I was afraid you were going to pick the ugly one.” She collected the clothing for her and placed it in her arms. If Raven requested an outfit at this point, she also would have purchased it. Turning to the shopkeeper, she narrowed her eyes with a sharp change of mood. Rummaging through a pouch, she grabbed some amas and aggressively tossed them at him. ”Seventy. Amas. Count them if you want.” She couldn’t control her annoyance. Being a princess meant many possible suitors were pushed toward you. When she had been young, marriage had been pushed on her with great importance, and having to deal with the untasteful comments of unfavorable suitors was not something Annya enjoyed recalling and she certainly did not want her girls to have to recall more than necessary.

The man glared back at her, hiccuping before boldly telling her,” You know a nice face will only take you so far with an ugly personality!”

Was he serious? After the dreadful words he had dared to spew into the air? ” The nerve...”Annya rolled her eyes and snapped back at him with little patience, quite impulsively,” Your face and personality are both ugly so you must have never moved anywhere in your pathetic life. That’s why you still work here, drinking your misery away and harassing your buyers.” She whirled away from him rapidly and took Saoirse and Raven’s hands, ” Let’s go. Saoirse, do you want to go back to the Inn before we go drink so you can change into your new outfit before we go drink?”

Before they could move very far, the sound of glass shattering all over the wooden boards below them filled the air. When Annya looked over, the shopkeeper stood with a look of fury in his eyes glaring at them. His lip was quivering and his eyes seemed to be almost tearing. He picked up a club from the side of his table.

Uh oh. Struck a nerve. Again.

Avalia

Time: Dusk
Location: Jungle --> Desert
Interactions: Jomari @baraquiel, Caelan @Alivefalling, Rosaria @Potter, Nuallán @13org Aurora @Mole
Equipment:Clothing,Backpack, Sketchbook with drawings, various drawing supplies, iPhone, a PBJ sandwich, charging cable, strawberry pocky, earphones, and a pouch with two rations of food, water flask, a bar of soap and a few other portable hygienic products.

Sophie eyes lit up when Rosaria mentioned she liked art. She smiled and squeezed her hand back, softly replying,"I bet you draw nicely." It was cool that even fantasy creatures like elves enjoyed mundane hobbies they did. In fact, they acted just like normal people. It fascinated Sophie that they really were not all that different.

She sniffed the air and glanced at Caelan. He was smoking what was unmistakably weed. As a college-goer, it was impossible not to recognize it off the bat. Rosaria called it zemak interestingly enough. Was it the same thing? "On earth, many of us call that weed but formally it is called cannabis." She told her. It had never been something she had ventured into before so her knowledge was probably limited compared to Caelan's.

Nuallan piped up and mentioned that they were entering the sea of sand. She leaned over to look through the curtains and stared. She had never seen a desert on earth other than in pictures, but she knew something was much more majestic about this one. They were apparently going to arrive somewhere called Myriamor. Sophie, of course, pictured the town from Aladdin in her head as she wasn't sure what to expect. Wherever they were, as long as they had a big comfy blanket for her to cuddle up in with her drawing pad, she'd be happy.

Avalia

Time: Dusk
Location: River Port --> Vivacious Vixens Stall on the Boardwalk
Interactions:@Potter Saoirse
Equipment:Outfit visible from Disguise Ring,Armor(Not visible); Chest plate is enchanted with Armor of Absorption, Map of Avalia, Water Flask, A bag of elf and demi-human ears and tails, Ama pouch with 2000 amas on hand, Three large red potions, Wayfinder, Hygiene supplies, Rose-scented Perfume, Location Sender, Shower Tube, Transmission Bracelet, Bedroll, Water Purifier,Axes with returning enchantment,Her backpack

Annya led the two girls down the boardwalk and paused at a wooden stall with a rack of clothing, boots and accessories.. "These are a treat to the eye! Look at these outfits, ladies!" She exclaimed and gestured to them.

Vivacious Vixens

"Welcome to the Vivacious Vixens. Amazing clothing right here, ladies. Comfortable and hugs all the right places." An elven man in a large hat that hid his expression and baggy clothing was working the stall. His breath smelled of liquor and there were a few bottles by the side of his feet. He leaned on the bar of his stall and grinned at the three women like a starved man finally being served some food, his blue eyes twinkling with delight and his mind full of bad ideas, "Mmm looks like I got a three-course meal for supper tonight... Oh yes. If you girls like these clothes here, I'll give you a full outfit for 70 amas each but any number of you are welcome to work for a discount and believe me, it won't feel like any work. Especially you with the purty red hair... They don't call me Handy-"

Annya held up her hand towards him, "Do me a favor. Whatever words are about to come out of that mouth, just shove them right back down your throat before I do it for you!" She gave him a look that could kill. Ugh! Men. Always without fail they say such foul words. This is supposed to be my treat for these girls and I want to stay happy for them but he's just pissing me off! She scowled at him as anger filled her. "I will pay full price for whatever they want. I hope for your mother's sake you learn to speak to dignified women with some respect!" Her raised voice made a few folks on the boardwalk walking by flinch.

"I-uhh.. Yeah whatever. Worth a shot." The man relented and folded his arms as he sat back in his chair. River Port people were pretty laid back and he was not used to girls reacting the way Annya had, so he had decided it was best not to push it.

Annya rolled her eyes and turned to Saoirse, "I'm so sorry. Pick whichever outfit you like and we can go to the bar and try to drink away memory of this bizarre man. If you want to go elsewhere then let me know."

Avalia

Time: Dusk
Location: River Port
Interactions:@Tae Raven @baraquiel Ismael @Kazemitsu Kharne @Potter Saoirse
Equipment:Outfit visible from Disguise Ring,Armor(Not visible); Chest plate is enchanted with Armor of Absorption, Map of Avalia, Water Flask, A bag of elf and demi-human ears and tails, Ama pouch with 2000 amas on hand, Three large red potions, Wayfinder, Hygiene supplies, Rose-scented Perfume, Location Sender, Shower Tube, Transmission Bracelet, Bedroll, Water Purifier,Axes with returning enchantment,Her backpack

Annya smiled at Saoirse, ” Yes we did! Those were two fairies.. Little one was a dwarf. I think they kinda seemed like winter fairies to me.” She straightened and glanced over to watch one of the fairies fly out the window. ”They’re rare down here even. Usually, they stay where it’s cold. What a pretty little thing.” She returned her gaze as Raven piped up.

The poor thing hadn’t taken everything all too well today. She listened as the girl requested alcohol and gave a firm nod, putting her hands on her hips. ”Right then! We’ll pick Saoirse up a stunning outfit then get some drinks.” As she went to lead the girls, her transmission bracelet went off. ”Already, boys?” She sighed before she pressed the button as a hologram of Kharne appeared. A hologram of her would appear back to him.

”Hello Kharne! No need to empty your wallet. I will take them over there later. You two just enjoy yourselves.”

Avalia

Time: Dusk
Location:The Leaky Tap Tavern and Inn
Interactions:@nasty Nabarra @Helo Orias @CitrusArms Aiko
Equipment: Dress and thigh-high socks(Slits on the inner sides of the sleeves), Black boots, Pouch with amas, Lipstick

Once Aiko had left to fetch them a potion, Yuka leaned in the doorway and eyed him Koldar with interest. His face was scarred and as was his neck. He did not resemble a dark elf the way Nabarra did. His face retained a rather prettiness to it that was familiar despite the scars. However, she could not quite place in her mind what was so familiar about him at the moment. She tilted her head and stared at him for longer than necessary, possibly creeping the poor light elf out.

"So what's the real story with you guys? You two aren't really cousins, are you?" She asked. She grinned at him after her questioning, "Don't worry that handsome face too much. Might give you wrinkles!"She stuck out her tongue and giggled at her own words, "I like to lie sometimes just to spice things up when I'm bored so no judgment from this girl here!..." The situation was quite the strange one after all. Not many even in Roshmi enjoyed the presence of a dark elf. But a light elf and a dark elf traveling together and claiming to be cousins? Unheard of!

That was when Aiko's scent reached her nose and the sound of his footsteps reached her ears as he was returning. "Aiko! About time you'd return-" But then... something was different about his footsteps. She gasped upon seeing the girl in the doorway and jumped to her feet. She moved over to her and raised her hands across from her chest and waved them around as if she was tracing the new existence. "Whaa! Wow! You are Aiko, aren't you? How did you do this!?" Yuka thought she had seen it all but she was quite surprised.

Avalia

Time: Dusk
Location: Jungle
Interactions: Jomari @baraquiel, Caelan @Alivefalling, Rosaria @Potter, Nuallán @13org Aurora @chrysocoma
Equipment:Clothing,Backpack, Sketchbook with drawings, various drawing supplies, iPhone, a PBJ sandwich, charging cable, strawberry pocky, earphones, and a pouch with two rations of food, water flask, a bar of soap and a few other portable hygienic products.

Sophie let out a sigh of relief. She was glad there was a way her family could be spared worrying, but she knew the risk was still there. As they learned so quickly upon arrival, their lives were not guaranteed to them in Avalia. She could very well die here. She rubbed her temples as her mind tried to digest that thought. She decided to push it out of her mind upon failure and glanced over as Rosaria addressed the pixie.

"My name is Alette. I will accept food."The pixie, Alette, said in a matter-of-fact manner with her hands on her hips. However, she soon yawned as her arms suddenly settled. She sleepily flew herself over to sleep on top of Sophie's bear hanging from her backpack.

"It's uhm... A strawberry coated... grain... cracker..."Sophie struggled to describe the pocky to the elven princess as she had no idea what terms would be familiar to her. She settled for taking out a few and handing some to her and Nuallán to try. She nodded as Rosaria offered to tell her about herself and listened with interest. Her heart felt heavy as she heard that the girl's brother was dead. She would be so sad if her own brother had passed. She patted Rosaria's hand comfortingly then listened as the butler also spoke up. Wow centuries... I can't imagine living that long.

Nuallán seemed so proud of his life and who he was. Sophie would have thought someone born into a role might feel trapped and lacking options, but it was almost as if he was born for this and was completely passionate about serving the royal family. She hoped one day she could know who she was with such certainty and feel as he did."Thank you for sharing your stories. My life isn't nearly as interesting. I'm just your average girl...But I can tell you I was studying art before I came here." She glanced over with interest to hear more about Jomari, but he had passed out for a nap.

Avalia

Time: Dusk
Location:The Leaky Tap Tavern and Inn
Interactions:@nasty Nabarra @Helo Orias @CitrusArms Aiko
Equipment: Dress and thigh-high socks(Slits on the inner sides of the sleeves), Black boots, Pouch with amas, Lipstick

Yuka’s eyes lit up with delight as Nabarra addressed her with irritation. She smiled at the threat, giggling, ”Ahaha! You’re so funny!” It was hard to be threatened by someone so injured. Yuka found her most amusing and debating chanting her nickname five more times. She loved seeing people get so full of emotion. She tilted her head as the woman stood up, only to fall. She curiously stood up and loomed over her as she analyzed her face. So that’s why she was masked. Gasps of shock filled the tavern. Dark elves weren’t being taken to very kindly at the moment. Yuka kept an eye on one black-haired demihuman who had taken a battle stance, grabbing a bottle.

The two males were quick to help pick up the fallen dark elf as she had been surveying the crowd. She had wished she had been faster to help carry her as Koldar had offered out a favor and she loved being owed favors. She followed them up the stairs. As they had been leaving, the black-haired demihuman had broken the bottle against the bar table and came running after them with the sharp edge pointed toward them, his ears laid back and his pupils dilated. Aiko had just been asking her to retrieve the key as the male had come up the stairs.

”Let me kill that filthy evil monster!"

Yuka whirled on her heels and slammed him into the wall by his chest at the top of the stairs. Her eyes slid as she took in the crowd at the foot of the stairs, then she returned her gaze to the male against the wall. One hand was on his wrist, keeping the broken bottle out of reach and the other was against his chest. She dug her claws into his chest slowly, ”What are you doing! Let me kill her before she kills us! Let me go!

” I have another idea.”Yuka announced after a pause. She grinned at him, ” You go downstairs or I’ll rip your heart out.” With eyes full of intensity and a grin that seemed almost insane, she dug her claws a little deeper as the male screamed out. The crowd at the foot of the stairs started backing away, not wanting to get involved.

”Okay okay let me go!” Yuka ripped her claws out as he finally agreed, ”But don’t say I didn’t try to help you. She’ll kill you all in your sleep tonight!” The demihuman relented and started to descend the stairs, holding his chest in pain and grumbling.

Yuka turned back around and rejoined the three, licking some blood off the tip of her claw. She smiled at Aiko and fetched the key out of the holster, opening the door, ”You could say I’m a bit of a heartbreaker.”