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[thefreelanceangel]

The Demands of the Dead

Finger to her lips, the necromancer leaned over the doll lying motionless on the table.

 “Shhhh... I know you can hear me, and you need to stop that silent screaming. You’re disturbing the yurei.”

 Ayame straightened, let her head fall back and sighed audibly before her gaze shifted right. There was nothing visible, nothing to indicate the joint presence that she sensed, but she could hear the two spirits.

Yes, I want him repaired. He was my husband.

Was, Lady Kyako. No longer. You know he has another.

I am aware, Shiori. You do not have to remind me.

How long do you remain with us, lady?

Another day and night. Will he be on his feet by then?

 The question was directed to her, and Ayame tried not to scream her anger at the two dead women. Swallowed it, tasting how bitter her own willingness to be so used was. “Perhaps, Lady Kyako. If I am able to concentrate.” It was a thinly veiled hint; if the two would shut the fuck up she might be able to finish the delicate repairs.

 No reply was forthcoming, and Ayame rubbed her eyes, careless of the blood griming into her skin. She’d almost been away, almost been out the door to get back to Kai when the message had come. A Kurosawa did not ignore the summons of the generation’s shrine maiden, and Ayame had gone hastily to Lion’s Arch, had retrieved the damaged doll and worn herself out in bringing it back to Ambergris Hall.

 Of course Eiji would have to shoot Radaj in the head. Of fucking course.

 The physical repairs she could manage were simple: draw out the arrow, fit replacement bone, stitch the flesh over. All of the other damage, however...

 With another weary sigh, Ayame turned to the lit display and examined it. Radaj had trained her in the use of the asura-designed machines he had commissioned, but channeling so much of her own energy into healing him would leave her unconscious for days. She hesitated. Had, in fact, been hesitating for an hour.

 Could they afford for her to be unavailable for so long?

 Eyes closed, the Kurosawa hung her head and exhaled. She turned away, drew Shiori’s bracelet from her bodice and smeared her own blood across the gold. The yurei hissed, but she was drawn to the object and to Ayame’s cold voice.

 “Go to Kai. Tell him I am yet again detained.” The diminutive Canthan sighed. “I will come to him when I can. Offer my apologies.”

 Although Shiori’s very presence resisted the command, the Kurosawa blood on the bracelet that had been the very cause of her death spurred her into obedience, and the yurei faded from the room. Only the shrine maiden’s spirit, lingering in the last hours of the festival that should have celebrated her sacrifice, was there to witness as Ayame turned back to the machine and activated the feed to drain her own life energy and restore the white-haired doll.

[thefreelanceangel]

Your sacrifice was for nothing (Kyako)

The single candle lit before the plaque bearing the shrine maiden’s name flickered before it went out, a single trail of wispy smoke ascending. Lips thin, Ayame looked over her shoulder and exhaled once. “She knows.”

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[thefreelanceangel]

[thefreelanceangel]

Awakening {Written by the Fox in Black}

The whirling sounds of circuits and machinery slowly fade as the white haired man cloaked in purple stands in front of a blacked out, cylindrical container, the tiny red-headed woman standing by his side, her arm linked in his. Radaj peers over his shoulder at the taller redhead, her curls falling over her face as she hunches over the unconscious blue haired man who currently lay on the surgical table.

The woman muttering sweet nothings to the man as her hands grip his tightly. Radaj narrows his eyes at the two for a few seconds before a high pitched hiss is heard, the container beginning to push steam forward into the room as it opens. Radaj's hands clasp together as he stares at the container, motioning for his wife to stand back at a safe distance.

Radaj takes a few steps forward, all conscious eyes locked on to the container. A silence falls over the lab as Radaj comes to a stop, shifting rather nervously on his chosen spot. The silence is soon broken as man roars from beyond the steam, a few short seconds later the man dives out of the container, Dark purple hair, piecing yellow eyes staring into the amethyst eyes of Radaj as he grabs him by the throat, squeezing it relentlessly with pure intent to kill. The golden-eyed man can barely manages words, just gargles, angry roars and murderous hisses as he squeezes Radaj's throat tighter and tighter.

"Fox, No!" the sweet female voice echoes off the walls as the roaring man with murder in mind tries to snap Radaj's neck with his bare hands. the sound of the voice makes him stop dead in his tracks, his golden eyes darting around the lab before finally settling on Aria, his grip immediately releasing from Radaj's throat. Radaj drops to the floor, coughing and looking at the dark haired man as he slowly limps toward Aria. "A..A...Aria..," he said before the rustling of silk is heard behind him, his attention snapping around to where Radaj lay as the small redheaded woman moves forward to tend to her husband. The dark haired ones eyes lock on to the woman, staring like he'd seen a ghost as he calculates the woman's size, color of her hair and various other details "R..Red?" he says with a calm, wanting tone. Kyako looks up at the dark haired man, a glint of anger in her eyes for what he had just done to her husband.

Piercing, deadly yellow eyes lock on to hers and he sees the scars, evident from them that it's not who he thought it was, the dark haired man cries out loudly and begins clawing at the skin on his face, tugging on his hair and sweeping his arms over laboratory equipment that rest on the tables. The equipment tumbling to the floor and shattering as the mans shouting continue. Spotting the door the man manages to pry it open with his bare hands, bolting up the stairs that lay behind it and shoulder charging straight through another door that lay at the top.

He finds himself in a house he doesn't recognize but this barely phases him, he throws himself out of the first window he sees and tumbles to the ground along with shards of glass and splintered wood, some of which stick in to his skin as he pulls himself to his feet. the man begins to run from the house, taking rights, lefts, hopping through gardens and charging through alleyways.

His legs begin to give, stiffness taking over as his speedy exit turns to a limp running and eventually into a crawl on the floor, peeling himself along the road as he crawls toward the cemetery just a short walk away from the house he escaped. The dark haired man picks himself up from the folor using the black iron fence that run around it, using the fence to further pull his way towards his intended destination. The man finally reaches a door, a door to a tomb by all appearances, he pushes himself from the fence and drops to his knees directly in front of it, his blurred vision roaming over his hands as he looks down at scuffed and marked skin from his short adventure.

When his vision clears his hands go from limp to fist, his eyes darting to the door as he lunges himself forward with a burst of adrenaline and starts ruthlessly punching it with his right hand "NO!" the man shouts, over and over, the wringing sound of his words in time with his fist connecting with the door, his punches pointless he turns to clawing at it, tears welling up in his golden eyes as he relentlessly tries to pry the door open "RED!" he shouts loudly, his head now starting to forcefully smash against the iron door the tears beginning to fall from his eyes and roll down his cheeks.

"What's all this noise!?" a man shouts as he comes around the corner, lantern in hand and a set of keys hanging from his belt, a grave keeper not doubt. The dark haired man snaps his attention to the grave keeper, his eyes darting form his face, to the lantern and then finally to the keys. His golden eyes locking on to them as he growls viciously and rises to his feet, lunging at the man with an almighty punch to the jaw when he gets close enough, the man falls unconscious as soon as the punch connects but that unconsciousness soon turns to lifelessness as the grave keepers head smashes off of the ground, an audible crack sounding while the lantern spills across the floor.

The dark hair man jumps on the grave keeper, hands wrapping around his throat and shaking him, bouncing his head off the floor and deepening the wound "WHERE IS SHE!?" he screams at the grave keeper. but the man doesn't answer. The dark haired man lifts a hand from the grave keepers throat and begins to lay hard punch after violently hard punch into the mans face "TELL ME WHERE MY WIFE IS!" the dark haired man continuing to shout even as the grave keepers face becomes reminiscent of ground beef.

But just like before, stiffness begins to take over, the dark haired mans punches slowing down rapidly, starting to miss their target as his voice becomes dreary "Please.." he says, before finally hunching over, his rage, his murderous anger turning to the sobs of a child, tears flowing like waterfalls as he grips the dead mans shirt, screeches, howls, and coughs sounding through the mans uncontrollable crying but one word manages to make it's way through...just one name.

"Ruby.."

[thefreelanceangel]

Aria,Kyako, Tabby: Lust and Sloth. Kei, Vivi, Capricia Gluttony and Envy.

"…in others? Well… A good heart, really. My Fox is a wonderful, loving man who would never do anything to hurt those he loves, and he’s not violent towards anyone who isn’t thoroughly deserving of it. If you mean physically? Well… Eyes say so much, don’t they? It’s what I first notice in someone."

"What I don’t like about myself? …how impulsive I can be. I keep promising myself that I’ll think before I act, but sometimes…"

"Intellect."

Kyako turned her scarred face forward, slit-pupiled eyes narrow. “What do you think?”

"I really wouldn’t have had anything to say to this question a few months ago, but what’s drawn me to Eiji most has been his sense of humor and his patience."

"…my visions. The very fact that I have them. What’s the point of them if I cannot do anything?"

"Toffee! I love toffee!! …and I wish I was better at… not blurting things out when I’m mad. I try not to, but sometimes my temper just… overrides what I’m thinking."

"Sugar cookies. They’re really good with h-hot chocolate. …oh. Well. …I wish I was b-be-better a-at ….e-ev-everyt-thing…"

"I have quite a fondness for fresh peaches and cream. As for what I wish I was better at, well… Embroidery, perhaps?"