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[hiislegacy]

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"... Didn't have to tell me."

Mako-infused eyes, the mix of Lifestream and Mother combined sparkling in their blue-ish hue, and the burning fire within them shone only tempered hatred. Solemnly, he assessed them, gloved fingers keeping hold of certain places, a wrist, their waist. All to make certain they'd not be getting away so easily. Cloud spoke so softly, but his expression relayed anything but. He was not the same boy that had floated in the Lifestream, or who had opened up with such vulnerability to them.

"And neither do I need to. You have what I'm wanting..."

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[impcler]

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Messmer found this woman rather vexing. It'd been some time since he last encountered her at a time when Marika's watchful gaze for once did not make his soreseal eye burn.

"I find thee mannerisms to be strange..." She was polite he could not fault her that much but her presence here in the land of shadow and her words made him question circumstances surrounding her even more.

"Thou'rt in the land of shadows that is not easy to traverse to let alone known to many. What art thou exactly?"

[fairlybeloved]

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"Hmmmmmm." Zack looked doubtful for a moment, eventually giving a curt nod of his head. "Okay. Though, TECHNICALLY, aren't you about to have my blood on your hands regardless?" He smiled sheepishly. "Sorry about that. I really tried to be careful this time." Maybe. Or maybe that was the referenced lie this whole time.

"But hey, I was only partially joking, what sort of lies have you been hearing about me?? Who the hell is talkin' shit??" It was only right to tell the source behind the gossip directly to his face!

[ryusxnka-moved]

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" -- How many times do I have to tell you? I am not a child! "

[amcryllis]

@furiaae.

Leaning over, Aerith taps her cheek with the tip of her staff, giggling to herself afterwards, satisfied that got her attention; following that she holds it behind her back with both her hands clasped around it. "You look a little lost, maybe I could help?"

[titlacahuans]

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i don't know whether to cry or scream or laugh or what.

Bones and All.

"You're quite outspoken, aren't ya?"

There's not apparent reproach to the statement, rather simply being a fact he's noticed and stated. His smile is open, easygoing, his expression somewhat amused if not precisely with her, but the whole situation they find themselves in. Maybe he shares the feeling then.

"I'm no noble knight. I'm not bending my knee nor swearing my loyalty. You want the grial? I'll get it. That's no vow, just a fact. I do, however, have some requests before fulfilling the contract. Think you can keep up, or would you rather end it here?"

There was something in the way he said that last part, the way his easy smile didn't stutter even when the slit pupils narrowed. It was simply too genuine, too cheerful, that smile of his, contorting the scales at the corner of his mouth in a grotesque grimace.

[vernades]

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The Age of Fire in the golden paradise of Anor Londo was a spectacular affair, indeed. Compared to all of Lordran, the First Flame was the brightest it would ever be. The godly capital was abuzz with the celebration to commemorate Lord Guinn's birth, the firstborn of the Lord of Cinder who was as exalted as his Lord Father. As Sypha was one of the children of the Witch of Izalith, they went in their mother's stead. Streets teeming with subjects from across Lordran crowded the alleyways, merchants peddling their overpriced wares to those foolish enough to buy.

Banking down one such alleyway devoid of interlopers, the wizard stopped sharply when they almost collided into someone with the same idea they seemed to have.

"Ah, sorry! I didn't see where I was going..."

[voidedgear]

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Vanitas can feel the mute surprise at his coarseness and rolls his eyes under the mask. His arms cross over his chest as he looks over at this girl. "Unlike other people, I'm not interested in being someone's little charity project. You can keep your potions to yourself."

He uncrosses his arms and takes a seat, starting to reexamine the jagged cuts that have split through his dark armor. He doesn't have much time to focus, though. He senses a sudden intent in the darkness.

Dark figures rise up from the shadows, and Vanitas's lip raises in annoyance. Heartless... just what he needed.

"Fine. You wanna be helpful? Take care of the pests."