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     Now that was a familiar face; pallid lips twist in an impish smile at his approach, hands laced behind his back as he rocks back on his heels, and leans forward to interject himself into her peripheral. ❝ Lady Elizabeth! Fancy meeting you here! Are you shopping for a COSTUME for All Hallows Eve, by chance.. ? ❞

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“Hmm?” Her attention was quick to turn from the array of clothing she had been looking at, over to see a familiar face. Now what was his name again? Oh yes now she remembered. “Alois. How very nice to see you.” Elizabeth replied a smile appearing. “Well sort of. I originally was shopping for cute outfits rather than a costume, but there are just so many I simply cannot decide. Why are you here, are you also looking for a costume?”

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     ❝ How silly! ANYTHING is sure to look cute if you're wearing it, My Lady. ❞ He smiles, his compliment offered in a cheery tone as he swivels past her to study a rack of gloves curiously. ❝ I am, as a matter of fact! None of the costumes that I have at the Manor are anywhere near good enough.. I'm throwing a party, you know! Did you receive your invitation? ❞

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     The hesitance of his carried companions is tangible to her.. and in turn, to them, her sense of reassurance is unspoken, but present. Her demeanor is warm, and as the young man bends down to offer his assistance, she smiles gratefully and takes his hand in her own. ❝ .. Yes. I can make it a little further.. thank you very much. ❞ Rising to her feet with the help of his strength, she stumbles slightly, catching herself on the crook of his elbow and making to follow him through the gates. If only the poor boy knew what he was inviting into his home – ❝ I’m sorry, but.. is your name Oscar, or Keats? Or.. ah.. ❞ She lifts a finger as they walk, her occupied hand never leaving his arm, keeping her steady. ❝ .. this is Oscar.. and this is Keats.. ? ❞ She asks, gesturing to the two serpents accordingly before drawing her digit to the boy, her smile never faltering. ❝ And.. you are? ❞

Her words had not been a lie, Snake’s own heart jumping in his throat as she stumbles, leaning forward to hold her weight more squarely on his person. So many questions fill his mind as to how the woman had come to be in such a state. It was better not to ask, never to put pressure on someone to divulge information about their past. The best he could do not would be to ensure she was alright. Deciding to take her to his own tent was easy, he didn’t wish for the rest of the troupe to overwhelm her with worry, of course he really should have thought twice about bringing any normal person into a small tent lined with half filled cages of snakes.

His friends clear a path to the back of his small tent where he helps her into a plush chair, hovering just a moment to ensure the stranger did not stumble before stepping back to perch on the edge of his bed. “Yes…exactly.’ says Keats.” It wasn’t often people spoke to his friends directly…it was nice. “I am Snake.’ says Oscar.” The man pointed to himself for a moment. “Who are you? You don’t…seem like someone from around here….are you sure you’re not injured?”

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     A gentle smile lifts the corners of her lips, fondness creeping into her coy expression as she is so gingerly led back to his private quarters, concern dripping from his scaled skin. How cute.. how sweet. She licks her lips at the very thought of how sweet his soul must taste.. how refreshing, and pure -- ah, but she isn't in the mood for dessert. Perhaps beggars shouldn't be choosers; she was starving.. but somehow, she found that her intrigue and desire to know more about this unusual and unique individual overpowered her hunger. She settles down into the chair he offers gratefully, seeming to relax now that she had a proper place to rest.      ❝ Snake.. ❞ The name tastes nice on her lips as she feels out the syllables, the harsh, crisp cut at the end.. how quaint, that he should call himself that, and that only. ❝ Well, Snake.. I am grateful for your kindness.. and to your friends, as well. ❞ He asks if she is injured, and she is quick to deny, allowing her shoulders to relax against the back of the chair as a slight dizzy spell fogs her gaze. ❝ Injured? No, I am not. I.. simply haven't EATEN in awhile. ❞ Weeks -- but she wouldn't divulge anything further.. and neither did she comment on his observation regarding her being from elsewhere.

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     ❝ That’s very kind of you. ❞ She murmurs, that same gentle tone moving through the hollow walls of the shop as the hem of her uniform’s skirt skims the floor. Her eyes roam over the array of creations big and small.. the largest of which she addresses once more. ❝ I’m actually looking for a very SPECIAL doll.. I wonder if you could help me. ❞

                ✢ “Then allow me to help you….”  Drocell making his way over to her, legs clicking as he went. His footsteps sounding just as wooden as the floor he was walking on. Only stopping when he was within comfortable standing distance of her. Her demeanor seemed gentle to him, and he noticed softness in her eyes. “I do custom requests if you cannot find what you’re looking for and I think to myself, by special, is this a gift? What do you require?”  ✢

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     Ah.. as she'd thought; she could sense a soul within him.. but his body was no longer human. What an interesting specimen. She watches him with intrigue as he closes the distance between them, offering him a gentle smile in turn for his generosity. ❝ .. In fact, yes.. it is. ❞ She replies, folding her hands over the apron of her uniform, turning to face him properly. ❝ It's for my Master. I.. was hoping to make it resemble a PRECIOUS person. Would you be able to do something like that? ❞

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     How odd.. it was very rare indeed to meet a contracted human who views his demonic counterpart as an equal. Most humans don’t even view other humans as equals anymore; she admires that sort of foolish, open-hearted purity.. it’s enough to make her mouth water – but currently, her affections are consumed by another. The boy isn’t wrong in assuming that her current Master is ungrateful for her devotion, but it isn’t his fault, and she would never blame him for it. He has been so terribly hurt.. and now, misled and deceived by the spider who has entangled him in his web. Soon, he will be lost.. soon, if she doesn’t act –      ❝ – I have no intention of FIGHTING you. ❞ She clarifies, keeping a rather calm demeanor as she overlooks the damage being wrought about them. ❝ My Master is in town currently, and not within the vicinity of this chaos. If he were here.. things might be different.. but as it stands, I am not concerned with what you choose to do. ❞ These humans on the docks.. they mean nothing to her; despite the warmth that Luka Macken has awoken in her soul, she is still, ultimately, a demon.

     ❝ I am curious, however.. if you would indulge me. ❞ She adds, her gaze drifting from an enormous mast of a shattered ship being thrust through the hull of another to study the human at her side. ❝ What is your goal? What could you possibly hope to accomplish through such reckless DESTRUCTION? ❞

             ✘ It wouldn’t hurt to tell her. Demons didn’t swear their loyalty to a crown, they swore it to their food before eating. No harm would come if he explained it to her, after all.  “My goal? I want to destroy society, destroy the hierarchy. All classes are equal, nobody is a slave, and not one person has to suffer anymore, if it means the suffering of the wealthy so be it….” 

He narrowed his eyes. “My revenge isn’t about my parents deaths. It’s about their deaths, every person who has ever suffered under the crown, every death unjustified, ignored by the queen, encouraged by the disgusting bilge rats that dare to call themselves superior…. I won’t let it happen anymore. The queen is going to fall and with her, her empire of discrimination…I want there to be no more death for the poor simply because they are poor or outcasts. No more starving and no more pain…”  

The boys eyes met hers. “I won’t let anyone stand in my way, even after I’m dead he can’t have my soul until the goal is completed…..”   ☠

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     It is with a quiet observance that she listens to his explanation.. and in truth, she finds it unsatisfying. Vengeance is hot to the palate.. but such a drive is ill-intended. She speaks with a respectful air of debate, rather than any condescending of his views or criticism; she merely seems curious to know more. ❝ Do you believe that to be noble? I doubt such a course of action will result in your true goal. ❞ She speaks from experience, after all.. gazing out over the sea as it erupts with the Kraken's fury, she recalls a number of instances where hierarchies were overthrown, and what followed -- chaos, usurpation, starvation and plague and the rise of tyranny..

     ❝ You may end up causing precisely what you are attempting to avoid. A lack of leadership tends to cause chaos.. and there is a never-ending supply of other volatile humans lining up to take the places of power. You can't possibly keep them all at bay yourself. ❞ She has little faith in his plan.. but truthfully, she isn't concerned. It isn't her situation to deal with, and so long as her Master is safe, nothing else matters. Perhaps she is speaking more for the sake of the other humans who will suffer if his plans fail. She often finds these days that her empathy for mankind is growing.. at an alarming rate. The feelings, frankly, are unwelcome..      .. but it's far too late to stop them now. She's consumed, body and soul.

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     The unexpected voice draws her gaze up from the patchy grass at the gate’s edge, and what her eyes find is oh so fascinating. He is human.. and yet, he is not! Painted lips part in gentle surprise – but there is no fear in her expression.. nothing even remotely resembling disgust, or wariness, or discrimination. No.. she smiles at him, studying the scales lining his hairline and cheekbones. He smells like serpents, and she can sense the presence of every single one of them slithering about his clothes. She smiles.. and when she smiles, his friends are certain to feel a stirring. they may not know who she is.. but they’re sure to sense what she is hiding beneath the surface of her pretty façade.

     ❝ Oh.. ❞ She coos, her voice tender and weak. ❝ .. aren’t you a kind young man. – Water.. would be very nice, thank you. I.. don’t need a doctor. I just haven’t eaten in awhile.. I’m afraid I feel a bit faint. ❞

Friends appear restless as they near the stranger, unable to settle in a comfortable spot on Snake’s body, causing the young man to furrow his brow as well. It wasn’t often, ever, that they had met someone who smelt so familiar. Not with the blood of their species on her hands, but something more genuine. “Water…’ says Keats  ‘We can do that…” Surely it would not be wise to leave her alone in this state, especially not in unwary English elements. A few friends dropped from his form in order to retrieve a cup for her while Snake himself knelt beside her, offering a hand. “You can come and wait in one of the tents…can you walk? Just a little bit more.’ says Oscar.”

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     The hesitance of his carried companions is tangible to her.. and in turn, to them, her sense of reassurance is unspoken, but present. Her demeanor is warm, and as the young man bends down to offer his assistance, she smiles gratefully and takes his hand in her own. ❝ .. Yes. I can make it a little further.. thank you very much. ❞ Rising to her feet with the help of his strength, she stumbles slightly, catching herself on the crook of his elbow and making to follow him through the gates. If only the poor boy knew what he was inviting into his home -- ❝ I'm sorry, but.. is your name Oscar, or Keats? Or.. ah.. ❞ She lifts a finger as they walk, her occupied hand never leaving his arm, keeping her steady. ❝ .. this is Oscar.. and this is Keats.. ? ❞ She asks, gesturing to the two serpents accordingly before drawing her digit to the boy, her smile never faltering. ❝ And.. you are? ❞

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     How strange. The way that boy was staring at him -- it was unpleasant, to say the least. He couldn't decipher the purpose of such a focused look.. couldn't tell what he might be thinking -- and he didn't like that, not one bit. ❝ Did you need something.. ? It's rude to stare, you know. ❞

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     Now that was a familiar face; pallid lips twist in an impish smile at his approach, hands laced behind his back as he rocks back on his heels, and leans forward to interject himself into her peripheral. ❝ Lady Elizabeth! Fancy meeting you here! Are you shopping for a COSTUME for All Hallows Eve, by chance.. ? ❞

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     ❝ EXCUSE ME, Miss! ❞ Chipper smile stops the girl in her tracks, azure eyes playful as a pale hand is extended to her; as if he'd dance with old hags when there was a cute, young girl standing alone in the corner! ❝ Would you like to dance? ❞

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