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[artexfatale-blog]

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The youth had left the castle without giving note or further notice to Pandora; Alone had heard recent talk of a rogue Specter. The details behind it somewhat piqued his interests, but barely only when he heard the attempts to arrest and persuade the Specter were complete and utter failures.

         Considering the fact that one of his elites was vehement regarding the Specter and their surplice, Alone decided he’d take matters into his own hands.

If this Specter or her Surplice were utterly valuable...           ...all the more to reclaim.

Even if it meant releasing them of their body and reanimating their corpse for a savior’s ambition.

And so the boy god followed Cetus’ trail. A broken manor near the serene sea. Black locks fluttered in rhythm with the soft sea breeze only to be pulled back when the youth stepped forward calmly towards the manor.

[inferosvipera-blog]

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Even though he had his own troops to command, Rhadamanthys could not help being partial to missions such as this. Find the target, do whatever is required of him, report; no need to bring any of his men along, no complications. Just a clean, simple job.

(Except it was anything but that.)

For one who walked and ruled over the land of the dead, taking those steps should have been easier. And yet there he was, standing at an all too familiar threshold, cursing himself under his breath for that inexcusable hesitation. For a split second, he pondered on how proper it was, the irony of such location for a reunion – only a split second, though. For there was no reunion, nor room for thoughts of that nature.

One step at a time, he reached the porch, and the front door offered no resistance. She was there, the rogue Specter whose Surplice he should retrieve; he could feel her. It was a matter of time only. One precise strike, and it would be over.

It was nothing.

[calaveraroja-blog1]

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   "... From some old man's garden when I was passing by. I hope he doesn't mind it." Calvera covered her lips with a hand, giggling at the memory. It had been worthy tho, seeing little Chris’ smile because of a simple gift.

   “You look beautiful, so don’t worry, Chris!~”

[calaveraroja-blog1]

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   “It’s true, and you look even better smiling. Just like a princess from fairy tales.” Calvera replied to her soft words with candor, a cozy smile adorning her lips. She had never seen that girl near the market before, so different from the people around. Was she lost, or a visitant from far away, perhaps?

   “But it’s better if you don’t stand too close to the main road, people tend to be kinda careless here. Are you shopping for your parents?” Calvera herself had a big basket filled with fruits, vegetables and breads on her arms. She managed to get most of the beautiful ones first with much effort and shouting. It was always fun to visit the markets.

[alpheratznebula-blog]

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“Uh, sorry! I– I hadn’t noticed you here.”

[ladyinfernc]

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   “Such a lovely maid.” The Priestess in black approached this nameless girl, her steps making no sound, heels crushing the ground beneath it. Violet eyes read the young kid from head to toe, her humorless smile was painted in deep red. After so much lost time, Pandora had finally found her lost gem, it seemed. She was one of a kind. Still an unpolished stone, spilling her energy all over the floor, but they had all the time in the world... 

   But first -- introductions. There was no need to drag her back to her place in such hurry.

   “I am Pandora, dame of a land faraway.” Followed by these words came an elegant greeting, her gaze never leaving the other one. Like a snake savoring its food before the attack. Force of habit.

    “Now now... May I ask your name? I sense you didn’t like the compliment from before.”