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[seraphiixa]

Lyra sat at a bench high over the port, looking down at the ships. Battleships, sloops, fishing vessels, commercial liners; she enjoyed watching them come and go. A hot disposable cup of tea was held between her hands on her lap. Peace.

[velociixa]

     Casually leaning against a wall, using a file to sharpen her fingernails into claws.  

     “All I’m saying is if they come back, we just massacre them all and go about our day. How hard could it be? Kaido-sama and Orochi did it before. Now there are even more of us. Those samurai would stay dead if they know what’s good for them.”

[rozsaktov]

      “And I was just rejected by yet another sponsor for my podcast... I didn’t think this would be so hard...!”  whined Kseniya, using her giant personalized rose gold Starbucks tumbler to keep her chest and neck warm. “So this is basically the worst day anyone’s ever had ever.”

[seraphiixa]

     “My name is Lyra. LEER-ah... Surname is Calimeras. No, CAL-eh-MER-as...”  she said. Despite having this issue for thirty seven years, for whatever reason, others couldn’t seem to grasp her name upon first hearing it. 

     She didn’t think it was that complicated. Calimeras Lyra. Rolls right off the tongue.

[seraphiixa]

     “I’ve kept close watch upon you and I don’t like what I see.”

[seraphiixa]

     “Tsehahahaha ~ !!”    She rarely laughs, but she just heard a great joke about a pirate, a Revolutionary, and a priest all walk into a bar...

[seraphiixa]

     “Would you consider yourself evil...?”  she questioned, hands adjusting their grip on her saber.

[seraphiixa]

     “You are... upset. Talk to me. Let’s have a conversation about it.”