#deimorous-detective

[tough-as-adamantine]

The vampire bears a grim expression. "My love, my dearest knight, I am sorry that it is I who must bring this upon you, but. . . you have committed treason against this land and its people."

"You. . . did not wish me well on my birthday, a few days back." Here, her darkened expression lightens into a smile as she crosses her arms. "I jest, of course. However, I do hope you intend to make up this mistake."

Concern followed by confusion and dread flash across the redheaded knight's face as her lady speak, only only for her to let out a haggard sigh of relief as she finally reveals it is a joke. "Uuugghh... Ok, may have deserved that, but... Oh boy..."

She lets out a breathy laugh, then runs her fingers through her hair as she bows her head apologetically. "I am truly sorry for not properly addressing and celebrating your birthday, my lady. Truly anything you can request from me to make up for it, it is yours."

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@deimorous-detective said:

"Mr. Aizawa?" Asks the first-year, calling out into the faculty lounge with a knock to the door-frame. "I'm, uh— Shiro, Okyodai, from class 1-C, General Studies."

"If you have a moment, could I ask you a question? ...I'll keep it brief."

A tired gaze looked up from staring into the swirling black void of coffee, stacks of paper work gathered all over the table surface, the other members of the faculty were enjoying small bouts of conversation, catching up on the latest gossip, but no him, he was sat on his own at the other side of the room away from the noise, just as invested in his work as ever.

Wasn't one of his students, but still wasn't one to turn away someone in need, specially not with something simple as a query.

"Out with it."

[fantasycorrupted-a]

[ 📱 — sms to Lovisa, from Kusumi Kinokami ]

"I know it's been a while since our last date but"

"I can't stop thinking about you."

"Are you free anytime soon?"

Beep! When her phone buzzed with a new message, the detective nearly had a heart attack. Being ready for anything and everything all the time meant she was stressed out a lot of the time... even when the messages she got were personal ans invited her to think about pleasant things. With how work had been going lately, Lovisa had considered moving back home, turning her back on detective stuff, and studying something new. She had stepped down from her job anyway. Maybe she could be a gym trainer. Why not? She did have the training for that...

[ 📱 — sms to Kusumi, from Lovisa ] I can't stop thinking about you, either. I miss you.

It was the truth itself. Those three words were not something she often caught herself saying – but every time she had said them, they had come from the deepest parts of her heart. Though she could lie, and she had met many people throughout life who had taught her how to lie well if she needed to, Lovisa did not feel this need. Not with Kusumi. What the hell, Sumi had gotten to find out she felt drawn to women, too. And that wasn’t something you confide in to anyone about.

Sigh. She rubbed her face, pinching the bridge of her nose in despair, shutting her eyes tightly. There was something else she couldn't lie about. She needed to see her.

[ 📱 — sms to Kusumi, from Lovisa ] Actually, yeah. As free as a bird. Looking for another job right now so we can go out whenever you feel like it.

She had already applied at a few places, but, it seemed, the gym trainer position was the one she was most excited about. Who knew, though. Perhaps Sumi would have better ideas what she could do now when she told her once they met...

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[sweet-chimera]

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“Hey, creature~” Coos the lone, and oh so very sore vampire. “I’m very drearily worn out… You wouldn’t happen to be as kind as to…”

“…Hold me, for a moment, would you?”

“I won’t bite. Promise.”

“See t’is is eit’er a clever clever ploy by a vampire to get my sweet sweet chimera blood, and t’ey infact will boite.”

“Or its a perfectly nermal stranger wanting platonic cuddles. Eit’er way. BRING IT IN! T’ere is absolutely not’ing wrong or sketchy aboot t’is scenario!”

[tough-as-adamantine]

“Arone~. . .” Delivered dramatically, through the other’s sending stone. “I am alone, aloft in my room and I am simply starving!~” Or, better yet: needy.

“Please, if you might, come at once. My fangs long for you. . .” The faux fainting may as well be heard through her voice. The back of her hand placed against her forehead as she falls back onto the pillows below her.

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Arone pauses in her conversation with two of her family guard, a smile creeping to her face as she finds herself both equally glad and disappointed that she is the only one to hear her message. Their relationship was still a secret for the moment, but look on the faces of the guards would have been priceless. "Yes, my Lady Kusumi, I am at your convenience, as always. I will be right there." She finishes the message, then gives the guards a shrug as the two give her sympathetic looks, clears assuming that their liege's daughter was simply being a needy noble girl. If only they knew...

The redhead makes it to the room shortly, giving a quick knock before she enters to ensure she doesn't startle her lady. "You called for me, my lady?" Her tone shows relaxed professionalism, clearly for presentation to anyone that might be nearby before she closes the door behind her. Once the door is closed, her easy smile turns into more of a grin. "Something I can help you with?"

[tough-as-adamantine]

"My dear. . ."

"If I may, do let me ask: where exactly did that gemstone embedded in your forehead originate from?"

"You may ask and I'm happy to tell." She replies with a smile, honestly a little surprised it hasn't come up yet.

"The gem is what is called a Ka stone, the signature mark of a class of warriors and tomb guardians known as living monoliths. They hail from Osirion, a desert choked land far to the south of my homeland, and pledge their service in defense the god-kings of that land. They have a powerful and noble lineage, going back centuries."

Her smile shifts to an easy smirk. "Part of why they were very upset when I found a loophole in their binding oaths and effectively stole the my Ka stone."

[tough-as-adamantine]

Gravity infusion for Arone.

Let's call it that Sumi was testing out a spell or two on her knight, which. . . could have gone either quite well or quite wrong.

Send “Infusion: ____” Along with an Element Below for a Drabble of My Muse being infused with this power and how it would alter them, and how they would wield it. @deimorous-detective

Arone braces as Kusumi's spells washes over her, only to glance around in confusion as nothing seems to happen at first. Confusion turns to panic as she suddenly rockets from the ground and 'falls' towards the ceiling. She barely avoids impact by quickly willing herself back down, her momentum bringing her to a brief stop in the middle of the air before she begins to fall back down.

More rushed thoughts only manage to slow her decent enough to make her impact merely embarrassing, and she ends up prone and a bit bruised, groaning quietly in pain. "Well... your spell definitely did something, my lady."

[tough-as-adamantine]

@deimorous-detective​ from here:

Through the duration of her first response, Sumi merely nods along with her words, albeit with a smile forming on her lips at the mention of her returning, even should the two part ways. That much, is consoling to her.

As always, her touch is delicate, fingers wrapping themselves around the other's wrist, with a thumb rubbing over the back of her knight's hand.

Following the question, she stays silent for a few moments, only to later answer, ". . .Fire. The entire estate burning to its foundations."

". . .That's what I worry of. What I fear the most; losing it all."

"Losing you, too."

Her warrior let’s the lady hold and manipulate her hand as she wishes, enjoying her soft touch. The fingers on her other hand brush softly across the porcelain skin of her cheek, sharing her warmth even as she enjoys her chilled touch.

“Kusumi...” She replies softly, face showing her worry and sadness to se her lady so affected by such fears. “It is natural to fear the flame, but even if it should come, we can weather it. I’ve faced my share before and made my way through.”

Whether the flame is metaphorical or literal, the assertion holds true for her, and she gives a reassuring smirk. “Your knight has faced the flames of Hell itself, my lady, and slain the denizens within. I will hold you from whatever fire may come, I promise.”