“So I bought these chocolates from the local store.”
“Someone told me to give these to someone I like. I don’t really have anyone I like, though.”
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“So I bought these chocolates from the local store.”
“Someone told me to give these to someone I like. I don’t really have anyone I like, though.”
Though she’d only appeared for all of a couple of moments, the hermit was certain she had seen something, and of concern, no less. The sight prompted her to wonder just what this place was capable of, if such a being could even be allowed to exist freely here.
She had no intention of trying to dispatch her -- as if she could in her current state. But cautious was always the best approach, especially in a place like this.
“Hide and go seek isn’t my kind of game.” She took a couple more steps before turning to her right.
“I’m only interested in a conversation. Care to join me?”
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“Heh, and just what do you think you could do with such a cheap weapon?” He’s talking about the wooden knife she has at her side...it’s funny, really. Or at least he thinks so. “May want to invest in something better to protect yourself with, lest you be the one harmed instead.”
A familiar face, not saying that she was a friendly one. In over what could be considered a millisecond, she has caused her more distress than anyone could have ever tried to give her. Her Mask of Hope is currently not of any importance anymore. She has found her own true self, but she’s still bearing a grudge for that whole incident.
“You!? Have you come for a fight?”
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"Hmmm, it’s lonely to be enjoying a snowfall alone~” A sigh heaved from Arclight’s chest, a part would be that he’s wondering what had happened in the world he lived in. Probably a sense of objective was just lost after reaching this city, even though how interesting this city might be, he hadn’t found his purpose for his existence here, aside from being a subject here and there.
Bringing along a few canned hot coffee drinks with him, it was the best option to sustain his stay in this chilly season of the year, excluding from thick jackets and other wearings of course. Pssssssh ! Here went one of the canned drink getting opened by the braided flaxen, before he decided to take a few sips of content in the hot coffee.
“Psssyhaaa! That feels nice!” Warmth spread into his inner body, making him feel warm in process, that’s what he would call best experience in winter! “Definitely, it’d be merrier if there’s someone around joining me on this view of scenery!” On this rooftop, he doubted it.
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“If you have any regard for your own life, I would advise against sneaking up on me again. My hateful black flames will burn anyone indiscriminately. Even a child such as yourself.”
"Dear God, what happened to you?"
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Tattered, bruised, marks of slices that seemed severe remained visible upon her doll-like arms. Moving those is a total pain for her, even until now she can felt the sharpness of the dagger that deeply impales those moments ago. A minute or so, those bruises would revert to its original unharmed state, as if such assault never took in the first place. Regeneration skills comes handy during hard times such as this.
“Well, as you can see, I am injured.” She laughs, as if this was a normal thing for her. Getting hurt like this is something she has fully accustomed with. “No need to panic though. It’ll heal after a minute or so!”
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“How strange.” Doremy blinked and the page in her notebook changed back to how she remembered it. Each page was blank in the real world, the details of the dreams recorded within the pages stored in her memory. The book was just a handy way of keeping track of the dreams, a file cabinet for her mind.
It made the fact that she was seeing other scribbles for short moments all the more worrying. “If someone is in my head, you had better leave now or I’ll drag you into a dream you won’t soon forget.” Invading a mind sounded impossible, but not for another youkai who she had slighted.