THE - HAND - THAT - DRAGS - ME - DOWN - REBOOT [O/F]

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l o c a t i o n: Aria's home000✖000c o m p a n y : Aria & Mephisto000✖000m o o d : alive


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Roziel could feel his life slowly slipping away from him. Despite this, the demon held the hand embedded hand of Mephisto securely. He could feel the demon behind him struggle to pull his clawed hand out against his grasp. All sounds were beginning to escape him. It felt like his head was being flooded with water and all he could hear was the slush of silence slowly taking hold of him. The demon felt his body grow heavy and his energy was quickly running out. The heat from his body was lessening and he could feel for the first time since he was dehorned that all too horrible feeling of cold taking it's place. Growing exhausted, Roziel wondered why Aria hadn't left yet. He could still feel her presence in front of him. The silver haired demon grew confused. He told the human girl to run. After a brief silence, Roziel could hear Aria's voice. Unfortunately, her voice sounded miles away which made no sense to Roziel as last he remembered was her standing right in front of him. Plus, as a demon he had an acute sense of hearing. She must be leaving she sounds so far away... The human girl's words were muffled, but they too were fading farther and farther from him. Once he couldn't sense her at all, then he would release Mephisto and allow him to pull his hand from within his chest and finally...die. Five hundred years and this is where it all ends? It was amusing to him. As his mind wandered in darkness, Roziel heard a chuckle echo within his head.

The cold was growing stronger and time was ticking away as he felt his heart beat slower and slower. Yet, something suddenly changed. The sound of Aria's voice was coming back to him stronger and stronger. No longer muffled, Roziel was able to hear her whisper in agreement to making a contract with him. I will make a contract with you... The sound of rushing water in his ears was slowly disappearing away as well and he could feel the iciness of the cold that was growing within him begin to whither away. He felt his heart beat stronger and it was quickly growing more steadily with every passing second. "Aria..." Suddenly, the demon felt something soft press against his lips and the smell of cinnamon sugar flooded his senses. It was Aria and she didn't leave him. Here and now, this human decided to go against his final wishes. She stayed and not only stayed, but was willing to give part of her life in contract to him, for him, for a demon at that. A strong pulse occurred as soon as she drew away and Roziel felt his heart jumpstart at the pulse. It was as if a heavy weight was lifted from his demonic soul, his heart no longer feeling heavy, his power no longer trapped. Only at that moment did Roziel understand that his power never left him after being dehorned. Rather, it was kept and chained within him and locked away. Only now it was back!

Roziel's eyes snapped open and revealed his pupils to be two orbs of shining fire. The red glow of his eyes brighter than it's ever been in a year's time. He could feel his life returning to him, the icy cold within him dissipating into nothing and being replaced by such an intense heat that was only growing. He was no longer powerless. He was no longer crippled. For the first time since Mephisto had mercilessly shamed him in front of his demon troupe, Roziel felt like a true demon once more. Holding Mephisto's hand that was still embedded in his chest, the red eyed demon with fire in his eyes snapped the Lord of Hatre'd wrist in half. A sickening snap was heard through the small kitchen. The silver haired demon smirked as he heard Mephisto howl and growl in pain and anger still struggling to free his claw from Roziel's chest. Roziel looked at Aria and gave her a sincere look as he felt his strength return to him after a year long slumber. "Don't be scared, my dear." He flashed her a white smile, silently promising her that everything would be okay. Planting his feet firmly into the smashed floor of the kitchen, Roziel pushed his body back into Mephisto with such strength that the two were flung back into the living room crashing into the wall. He quickly stood up and snapped Mephisto's clawed hand from his chest and turned and slammed the severed hand into the other demon's face. Despite being protected by his bone hard skin, Roziel was delighted to see that Mephisto's bone face cracked under the pressure of his own hand being used against him. Another howl came from the other demon and he watched as Mephisto staggered back too dazed and surprised to react in time. The red eyed demon then grabbed Mephisto by the neck and flung his body up towards his head and jammed his knee into Mephisto's face and another loud crack was heard as bone was broken. Releasing Mephisto, the demon was flung up into the ceiling and his body broke through up into the wood of the house above.

Feeling stronger than ever, Roziel could feel his bloodlust grow wild within him which brought the all too familiar feeling of his former demonic self back in Hell. He forced the feeling away and turned to face Aria as she stood there in the kitchen. Taking a quick look up, he could hear Mephisto moving above him slow and staggered and decided this was the time to escape. He's stunned for now... Having not made a contract before, Roziel wasn't sure just how long his power would last after just being released after so long. Blood dripped from Roziel's hands and splattered on the floor. He was unaware of the blood trickling from a wound on his head. The demon quickly strode over to Aria. He could feel air move through the large wound in his chest and he was welcomed with a stinging sensation as he felt the wound slowly heal. Without the contract, it would have been a fatal wound. "It's time to go. Close your eyes." The words sounded more like a command than a statement, but Roziel had no time to explain himself at present. Without giving her a moment to think, Roziel grabbed Aria by the waist and effortlessly held her against his warm body and ran through the front door. In Mephisto's weakened state and Roziel's newly alive power, Roziel was confident that the other demon would neither be able to follow his pace nor follow his scent for some time. The demon held the human girl tightly against him, not hurting her, but just holding her securely enough that she wouldn't fall from the journey. His silver hair flowed in the wind with his speed and he headed to the only place he could consider safe at this time - his apartment.

The journey took all but three minutes of time as the demon was using all is reserve energy to quickly get them back to his abode. It was a speed fast enough to arrive at him home before his energy depleted and it was a speed fast enough that Mephisto would have the hardest time following them or hunting them down by scent. In the matter of seconds that Roziel's power was resurrected, he could already tell that he was still a match for Mephisto despite the year of being powerless, despite the year of Mephisto feeding on human souls while he, Roziel, did not. The apartment building could be seen in the distance. Roziel flooded past human bystanders faster than they would even be able to notice. He looked down at Aria and was glad to see she wasn't hurt in any way. He was grateful for her decision and grateful for her, this human woman. Without hesitation, Roziel repositioned Aria onto his back and held her tightly as he scaled the wall of the apartment building and jumped into a large open window. As soon as he and Aria entered the window, Roziel fell to his knees and dropped Aria on the floor unable to hold his energy any longer or keep conscious as his energy was depleted out of exhaustion. It had been a long while since he used such a large amount of energy in such a short amount of time. Before he lost consciousness, Roziel looked up at Aria from his knees, smiled and whispered, "Thank you..." That was the last he could comprehend before darkness took over his sight. The fire orbs of his pupils were extinguished and his eyes returned to their dull humming red glow as he felt his eyes close. The last thing he heard was a loud thud. His body hit the floor as he lost consciousness.



[[OOC: You're free to explore the apartment. Simple 1 bedroom 1 bathroom apartment with the necessities. Books galore, and lavish for a small apartment. Hard wood floors, marble countertops, stainless steel appliances. Enjoy haha]]



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[Doom55555]

Oda Mitsurugi
The Demon of Power

Oda has just entered the graveyard wearing shades with his suit heading to a funeral that was happening. As he heads towards the funeral he runs into two guards who stop him from asking who he is. Oda just grabs there head and smash them together and continues past the knocked out guards. You see Oda has been a hitman for the last ten years he has been on earth and is the most well know even if people don't know what he looks like the name they gave him is The Demon. Funny since he is one. Oda was hired to kill one of the Mob heads. He got the job from a different Mob boss. Lucky for him the other Mob boss killed this one's son so he was out in the open with no one around. Oda heads towards the group and sees that everyone has there eye's closed giving there last prayers. Oda walks past everyone and walks next to the father who was standing over the open grave and said that he will met his son in haven. Oda sighs and shakes his head. "Sorry but your going to meet him in hell right now." Oda then snaps the guys neck and tosses the body into the grave. Some people scream and others pull out guns and start to shoot at him. A few moments later Oda is filling the grave with a shovel. "Dang this is harder then snapping there necks." Oda pulls out a cell phone as he finished patting the grave. "Yes It's done......So it's been transfer....Good....You know my number if you have another job...Okay bye." Oda hangs up and throws a flower on the grave since there are more then one person in that grave now. Oda now starts to head away from the grave.

[Hinata_alive chan 101]

Mistery Unknown

The fresh air really calmed Mistery's nerves, relaxing her for now as she walked. Her neighborhood wasn't that busy earthier helping her feel more at ease, though no matter what the pain of today's date was torture. Today was the day of her parents death... Making it the one day she didn't focus on her mission, revenge. Mistery wanted nothing more in life, then to give her parents peace, by destroying the one who stole it from them, Kisame. The demon who took her parents away from her in cold blood. If only she hadn't screamed that night... then maybe they would still be alive, she thought feeling the guilt come forward. Mistery blamed her mother and fathers death on her, there blood was on her hands, all because she was a coward at the time. Being only seven when it happened, she knew she couldn't help it, but ever since, she wished she could have. Looking down on her emotions, she allowed her hair to shift in front of her, blocking the view for others. The least she needed at the moment was someone to pity her. After all no one knew she was alone, everyone she knew, thought her parents were simply away.

Pushing her main focus in life aside, Mistery tried to concentrate on her destination. The cemetery wasn't to far away from her house, but still a decent walk. Making it take quite some time to get there, at the half way mark however, something sparked her attention to speed up. It was a bracelet, that rested on her right wrist at all times. Like her parents she followed in there foot steps sharing there love for inventing. Her bracelet was one of her first creations, it could do many things, but the main reason for it's existence was to help her track down Kisame. She had placed a radar of a sorts into it, that beeped in warning to high amounts of energy. When looking down at it she was amazed, yet troubled. Reading the scale of power, it was strong, but could be anything. Though she couldn't remember the last time it had went off, making her feel it could be what she was hopping for. Could Kisame really be somewhere in the area? She wondered quickly looking around for any signs of him. With no luck she turned the alarm off, taking it as a false one. Maybe it was picking up on something else she thought as she straightened up to move forward. With in the first step however, screams suddenly made themselves known making Mistery's eyes widen. It had to be him! She claimed immediately changing her thoughts to the possibility, Kisame could be near by. Rushed towards the sounds of panic, she was surprised to hear the screams leading her to where she had wanted to be all along. Out of breath she leaned against the cemetery's front gate, looking around as she caught her breath. Shocked to see no one in sight, she stared scanning the area over and over again. Where did the screams come from and more importantly what did her radar pick up on.

The feeling of frailer kicking in, she sighed placing a hand to her head. Was her mind playing tricks on her? She wondered knowing today was going to be a bit overwhelming, though that wouldn't explain her bracelet going off. 'Strange' she thought looking down at it, 'could it be malfunctioning?' She wondered messing with it, checking over it's key components. Everything looked to be correct, giving it no reason to be acting up, turning her to frustration. The bracelet issue would bug her, but right now wasn't the time to worry about that, her parents were more important. On top of that she didn't want to keep them waiting, they didn't deserve it. Collecting herself and calming down, she took a deep breath before walking in. Mistery's parents weren't to far in the cemetery, but were higher then others, there bodies were buried on the only hill in the area. With out hesitation, Mistery made her way up, where two letter less graves rested. Reaching the top her heart acked, like it always did when she was this close to them. "im back.." she spoke gently, sitting down slowly bowing her head in the process. Both in greeting and apology.

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[Defender of Stories]

ι ℓєт уσυ тнιηк тнαт ι ωαѕ Ｈ Ａ Ｐ Ｐ Ｙ.

❄❅❄Ｃｒｏｓｓｅｄ ｔｈａｔ ｌｉｎｅ

Ａ ｌｉｎｅｒｅｓｅｒｖｅｄ ｆｏｒ ａｎｇｅｌｓ

Ｏｎｃｅ ｙｏｕ ｃｒｏｓｓ ｔｈａｔ ｌｉｎｅ ｔｈｅｎ ｙｏｕ ａｒｅ ｌｏｓｔ❄❅❄

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If it was cold today, Nobody didn't feel it. But if it did happen to be cold, it was probably her fault. She had never been one to get chummy with other demons, anyway, but she still didn't need them knowing that when it came to her powers, she was a bit like a toddler who couldn't seem to get down the illusive art of making it to the bathroom on time. She was comfortable when it came to ice--she could conjure a bridge to make the grass less slippery or fashion a little needle to pick her teeth with (out of anyone's possible line of sight, of course, but how else could she keep her teeth sparkling?), but temperature was less concrete. She was certainly not appreciative of the dawning realization that the temperature around her fluctuated with her mood. Not that she was a swinger; she made sure to keep up her world-weary, dead-eyed appearance while in the presence of anything with a pulse, but sometimes...

Nobody poked her head out from the bush she was hiding behind. How the mighty had fallen. If only she could conjure some ice to melt and wash away the dirt, but everything that touched her stayed at a toasty constant of 0 degrees Fahrenheit.

A little dirt wasn't going to keep her from her job, of course. The screaming had stopped, so O-damn Mitsurugi must have finished with his bout of gleeful murder. Although she wasn't going to be attending a demonic ice cream social anytime soon, Nobody had been keeping tabs on her fellow hell-spawn enough to know that he was sort of known as a hitman around these parts. "The Demon," those poor sacks of humanity called him. If only they knew. In another life, Nobody might have felt sorry for them a little. But she'd since learned not to let them thaw her.

She spent the next half hour or so desecrating the holy ground Oda had just improvised. Meticulously, Nobody dug the corpses out of the grave and jotted down their wounds in her handy-dandy notebook (that was not shaped like an armchair, thanks). Sure, it could easily seem pointless to one of those hotshot demons who liked to go around killing without cleaning up their trail, but she liked to keep up-to-date on just what her demonic colleagues could do with their powers. A little foresight could go a long way if she ever found herself in combat with one of them. Not to mention, she had been noticing the copious amounts of disappearances in this town lately. Something was fishy, and it wasn't the fried catfish sandwich she'd pilfered from a dumpster for lunch.

Nobody made sure to bury the carrion exactly as Oda had. Just to let others know this was her turf (not that a demon as powerful as Oda would really listen), she touched the flower Oda had left on the grave and watched it shrivel as razor-sharp ice crystals weighed down its petals. She brushed herself off and was about ready to bounce when she noticed a shadowy figure by her lunch spot, the two unmarked graves. She had always liked hanging out there because those corpses were nobodies, just like her. It hadn't ever really occurred to her that they might have living relatives. Usually those unmarked graves were saved for the vagrants of the town.

Nobody watched, admittedly interested. She almost wanted to go over and say "Sorry for fertilizing your loved ones' final resting place with my seafood crumbs." But that was the stupid part of her talking. She shifted into an incognito position behind a tree and observed. The visitor was a human girl. Long, black hair that rustled in the muted breeze. Her head was bowed, so obviously she was doing some heavy mourning. What piqued Nobody's interest the most was how young the girl appeared. Appearances could be deceiving, but suffice it to say that she didn't appear the kind of person one usually saw alone at a cemetery. Nobody's suspicions were piling. A young girl, alone. Two unmarked graves. Something was off about this, and Nobody had a mounting suspicion it had some kind of link to the recent disappearances around town.

ƒσяgινєηєѕѕ ¢σмєѕ αт тнє нιgнєѕт ¢σѕт.

Ｆ Ｒ Ｏ Ｓ Ｔ.

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[Doom55555]

Oda Mitsurugi
The Demon of Power

Oda was about to leave the cemetery thinking about what to do next. "I think I'm going to go on vacashin for a bit. This city is cold right now and I have more then enough money to throw around since I don't use any of it. Maybe I should finally form a contract or something since I am dying...But no one seems interesting enough to do it with." Oda sighs and shakes his head at how he has met a truly interesting human yet. That's when he noticed a girl that shouldn't be there. "I thought I cleared the area of civilians." Oda sighed and saw that she headed up the hill and turned to look back at the spot where he buried the bodies to see someone move away from it. "What the..." Oda noticed it did get colder in the area and sighed. "Great just what I bloody need." Oda headed back to where the gave was and noticed Ice crystals on the flower he left. Oda looked over and see the one girl at the hill and saw another one spying on her. "A deal breaker spying on a human with out a contract. Wonder what's going on." Oda started to walk towards Nobody who was behind a tree. He pulled out some fifty's and dropped them on Nobody's head. "Go get yourself cleaned up and some good food. Deal Breakers need to look the part." Oda then walked past her with his hands in his pockets and heads up the hill where the human was and seeming to be talking to the graves.

[Defender of Stories]

ι ℓєт уσυ тнιηк тнαт ι ωαѕ Ｈ Ａ Ｐ Ｐ Ｙ.

❄❅❄Ｃｒｏｓｓｅｄ ｔｈａｔ ｌｉｎｅ

Ａ ｌｉｎｅｒｅｓｅｒｖｅｄ ｆｏｒ ａｎｇｅｌｓ

Ｏｎｃｅ ｙｏｕ ｃｒｏｓｓ ｔｈａｔ ｌｉｎｅ ｔｈｅｎ ｙｏｕ ａｒｅ ｌｏｓｔ❄❅❄

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Nobody heard Oda creeping up on her from where she was perched incognito. Her hearing wasn't preternatural, but she had the essentials down (i.e. she no longer jumped at small sounds like she did when she was in her 200's). She tried to play it cool, but a noticeable chill started to creep into the air around her. Up-close, Oda was pretty much the epitome of "tall, dark, and handsome," emphasis on "dark." Demons, or at least the ones she had run into along her investigation, were pretty recognizable by their looks, whether it be good or bad or just different. It didn't exactly alert people to their presence, but some of the more intuitive humans could pick up on something being "different" about them, even if they couldn't figure out what. He was wearing a suit, almost like he was on his way home from a funeral himself. Come to think of it, that was pretty good camouflage for a cemetery. She didn't own any tuxes, of course.

Nobody was expecting a fight or at least some vaguely hostile words, but instead she got a wad of bills chucked at her head and some odd words about her appearance. Part of her was rather insulted that this demon would see her as a charity case, while the other part of her was like, hey, money! Not that she would likely end up using it. Nobody's somewhat disheveled appearance was all a result of artifice: she wore an oversized, military issue jacket and kept her knees and elbows scabbed to keep up her secret identity. After doing some research, Nobody had discovered that veterans and the mentally ill were among the most common victims of homelessness in the human world, and veterans were among the most common victims of mental illness. It was a perfect match. Add in a constantly dazed expression and a purposely shambling gait, and most humans were content to label her as a vagrant and move on. Humans were notorious for overlooking the most needy in their world. It made it much easier for Nobody to investigate around town when people figured she was simply wandering in a stupor.

Of course, that wasn't touching the other, classified reason she kept behind zipped lips. She did not like dealing in human affairs anymore. Save them when she needed to, kill them if necessary, whatever was part of the job. But she was not going to allow any to crawl under her skin again.

"What a gentleman," Nobody muttered in Oda's general direction, though she didn't know nor did she really care if he heard her. He was making his way to the grave where the young girl sat. Did he have another job? Was he going to attack her? Well, Nobody wasn't one to interfere in another demon's work unless it directly impacted hers. Still, she watched carefully. If something was going down in her cemetery, she had a right to know.

Her vigilance was swiftly interrupted by a sharp feeling that spread from her head down to her fingertips. It wasn't painful, nor was it unpleasant by itself, but the associated news was not welcome. Someone had made a contract. Here, today. That was certainly unusual, but it only added another mark to Nobody's suspicion list. Not only could this be linked to the disappearances, but it was also strcitly against her code of conduct. She hadn't thought she would be transforming today, but life had a way of surprising you.

Nobody slunk out of the cemetery and sniffed the air. All she really smelled was coffee, but the wretched demon and human had to be somewhere in this city. She would knock down doors to bring them to justice. But as she began to head out to search, her knees wobbled, and she had to clasp the wall to keep her balance.

"Just what I need." Nobody sighed and pushed back her long, pale hair. This was the dealbreaker's dilemma. The simple act of setting foot in the human world had been sapping her power from the start, while contractors, by their very nature, had become more powerful from their illegal activities. She was at a natural disadvantage here, but that wasn't going to stop her.

Still, she wasn't stupid. Confronting the contractor now wouldn't just be silly, it'd likely be suicide. She clasped a fist around the money Oda had given her. As much as she resented it, she might have to put it to use now.

A few moments later, she was staggering into a downtown cafe known as "Elixir." She had been here a few times before, when she got really desperate. It was pretty small and generally frequented by a small group of regulars, people who minded their own business. She was just fine with that.

Nobody quickly slumped into a table and rested her head down for a moment. A migraine was creeping up. She could have thrown in some more obvious vagrant body language, but the clientele seemed absorbed in their coffee and laptop computers. Thank the dark prince.

(OOC: The contract Nobody just got the signal for is the one Roziel made with Aria, just for reference! ^^)

ƒσяgινєηєѕѕ ¢σмєѕ αт тнє нιgнєѕт ¢σѕт.

Ｆ Ｒ Ｏ Ｓ Ｔ.

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[thanks friend]

Sometimes, I think back to that night...

Eurose LeBlanc

The ground was cold, and the cot Eurose had been lying on provided him with safety from it. He awoke from a poor sleep, rewarded with an even poorer mood, and sluggishly pushed himself up with his left hand. Once up, Eurose looked down and wiped dirt and sawdust off of his black sweater, and grabbed his orange and silver sunglasses off of the floor. He placed the glasses over his eyes, and turned, pulling open the door to the streets of the city.

As the light of the sun crashed into Eurose' eyes, he squinted and looked away, before they adjusted on their own. His body was slightly achy from working all day yesterday, but he would soon get used to it, and he knew that well. Eurose began walking down the street and, eventually, came across a familiar bakery a block or more down from his house; Turning into the bakery, he browsed the loaves of bread, testing their firmness, until finally picking out one and purchasing it with the nickels and dimes he had.

Eurose pulled open the door to go back onto the street, when he noticed a store's name from across the road. "Elixir..." He said aloud, curious as to what the store might be like. His curiosity eventually got the best of him and, with about 5 dollars left in his name, he walked towards the shop. When he got there, he pulled open the door and looked around before coming to the realization that this was only a cafe of some sort. Well, maybe they have something good to drink. I am getting a bit hungry, so why not have some bread and a new drink? Eurose questioned as he approached the counter.

...And wonder if my mother is the lucky one.

[kung lamang]

HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT ABOUT WHAT PROTECTS OUR HEARTS? ... JUST A CAGE OF
RIB BONES & OTHER VARIOUS PARTS. SO IT'S FAIRLY SIMPLE TO CUT RIGHT THROUGH
THE MESS, & TO STOP THE MUSCLE THAT MAKES US CONFESS. WE ARE SO FRAGILE ...
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The kitchen smelled of blueberries. Freshly baked muffins were just pulled from the oven and set to rest on the counter. Gentle hands brushed over them, sprinkling some extra crumble on every top. Helena liked to think it was "a dash of love." An embarrassing thought, really, but a pleasant one. It reassured her. It was a meager, yet powerful, reminder that she, too, was capable of such compassion. And it made her pastries all the sweeter.

When the muffins were prim and ready to be served, Helena hoisted the tray to the front of the house, using her backside to open the doors. The warmth of the oven carried over, its nutty scent trailing after the soft curls of her hair. It wasn't long until the smell of blueberries overcame it all, including the cafe, itself.

"Muffins are ready," she called over her shoulder as she gingerly placed each one into the display. There was no response.

Elixir was shorthanded this morning. It was just Helena and her two other coworkers, Maggie and Kent, both of whom were too busy to respond or tend to the customer at the counter. Maggie was in the middle of brewing coffee while Kent was preparing some sandwiches. Helena had no other choice but to step in. She set the tray aside and walked up to the register, tucking some curls behind her ear.

"G-Good morning," she greeted. Her eyes met his for a moment before she averted them. "What would you like?"

While he mulled over his order, Helena managed to survey the tables behind him. Nearly every table was occupied. People typing away on their laptops and chatting about who knew what. One customer seemed to catch her curiosity, mainly because her hair was so stark against Elixir's earthy tones. The woman was slumped over the table, her face nestled beneath the curtains of her hair. Helena blinked at her before returning her attention to the customer at hand, in time to note his beverage.

"May I have your name, please?" she asked, pen ready to jot it down on his cup.





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Defender Of Stories




The Mournful Optimist

[Defender of Stories]

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❄❅❄Ｃｒｏｓｓｅｄ ｔｈａｔ ｌｉｎｅ

Ａ ｌｉｎｅｒｅｓｅｒｖｅｄ ｆｏｒ ａｎｇｅｌｓ

Ｏｎｃｅ ｙｏｕ ｃｒｏｓｓ ｔｈａｔ ｌｉｎｅ ｔｈｅｎ ｙｏｕ ａｒｅ ｌｏｓｔ❄❅❄

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Nobody started massaging the point on her temples where her migraine was starting. If she were transformed, that would be the sprouting point of her horns. They were getting weaker, which certainly spelled trouble for the outcome of her job. There was a new contract to worry about now, but what if this was the job that ended her? What if she never got a chance to execute the one she was really after? That would certainly be a sorry way to go. To be back in Hell with the suffocating heat and hailing brimstone... that was one vacation she didn't need to take.

Suddenly a pleasant aroma snaked its way into her nostrils, reinvigorating her. She couldn't resist lifting her head and glancing over to the counter, where a slender human girl with loosely curled hair that reminded Nobody of chocolate was setting up a display with muffins. Upon a closer look, Nobody ascertained them to be blueberry muffins. Was there anything in this world better than the color blue? That was one thing Hell was certainly lacking.

She couldn't resist getting up from her seat and sidling up to the counter. The chocolate-headed girl was currently serving a human boy with a very interesting pair of orange sunglasses. Nobody wondered how that managed to block the sunlight. She also found herself noticing that the girl wasn't quite as warm and fuzzy as the previous servers she'd encountered here. She was polite, certainly, but it was a measured, almost cautious politeness, as if she was afraid to tread forward lest she step on someone's toes. Her eyes darted in and out of contact with Orange-Eyes.

Nobody stepped aside and walked closer to the muffin display. The aroma was intoxicating. Pastries were definitely one of the few things Nobody liked about humans. One would have thought that with all of the fire in Hell somebody would have mastered the art of baking.

"How much for a muffin?" Nobody asked the girl at the counter, realizing afterwards that she was sort of interrupting Orange Eyes. "On second thought, I'm just gonna take one. Keep the change." She tossed one of her fifty-dollar bills at the girl and grabbed a muffin. Hopefully that would be enough to cover the cost. Nobody really hadn't yet grasped the concept of the value of human money.

ƒσяgινєηєѕѕ ¢σмєѕ αт тнє нιgнєѕт ¢σѕт.

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[Hinata_alive chan 101]

Mistery Unknown

Once shifted in a comfortable position, sitting on her feet, placing her hands in her lap, she was ready to speak. However she didn't, a good fifteen to twenty minutes pasted before she finely did, giving her plenty of time to collect herself. "I know, I haven't stopped by in a while, I-ive been busy..." she admitted rubbing the back of her neck nervously. Even if her parents couldn't speak back to her, the pressure was still there, knowing how they would think. She knew they wouldn't approve of her decision, but if they were still here... she wouldn't be on the path she was on now in the first place. No matter what she wasn't changing her mind, it was her fault they died, she needed to fix the wrong and soon, the pain it was causing built up more and more every passing day, worsting the guilt inside, making it hard for her to resist the urge to join them. "Iv'e made quite a bit of progress, I almost have as many creations as you two combined " she told them to change the subject, adding a slight giggle at the end, letting them know she was enjoying following in there ways of inventing. Sadly her words were a feint lie, she wasn't even close to building as many as they did, not even half way close to them. There work was everywhere, splitting into different category of customers. Her mother's inventions were for the good of helping others as were her fathers, just his were to a braver stand. Making weapons to protect instead of harm. Mistery's inventions were based off destroying the one who caused the pain locked in her heart, so you could say she was a deadly investor. Deadly weapons and trinkets weren't all she created. From time to time she would try to build things that stayed in her mother and fathers prospective. Every time she did that though she would often scrape her work, in a fit of her emotions spiraling out of control, causing her to break down every time.

To stay away from doing so now, she took a deep breath to clear her mind, once again changing the subject only this time, moving to the main reason she visited. "I'm sorry.." she apologized with her head lowing to look away from them. She could feel her eyes water, but refused to let the tears filling with in them fall. Crying in front of her parents was something she had done only once since there death and that was that very day. "I shouldn't have trusted him..." she mumbled closing her eyes to help prevent any tears from falling. "I..." she froze, to the familiar tone of beeping, it was her bracelet going off again. Opening her eyes to widen as she looked down at it, this reading wasn't the same as before, this one was stronger! This was when she heard another sound enter the mix, foot steps and they were getting closer. Flinching she perked up to turn around quickly, someone was coming up the hill?! No one had any business up here, then why was someone coming, unless... it couldn't be! Her thoughts went straight to the demon who tortured her mind. If it was him she needed to ready herself for anything. Turning the warning off, she tamed her body to focus, sadly having to turn her back on her parents. Standing up slowly, she reached down to her boots. One of her recent inventions, for these boots were more then what meet the eye. Inside each pair, was many different ways for Mistery to fight back to just about anything, even demons. Though she didn't know how effective her tricks and weapons would be, due to never getting the chance to test them out on one. Pulling out a dagger, she moved into fighting stance, lining herself up with her boots, giving her a hidden back up attack if she need to use anything else with in them.

As the foot steps neared, getting closer and closer, her grip on the blade tightened, the feeling to kill growing. Finley the steps ended, but when looking up to the face of the new arrival, the feeling swelling inside, faded. The stranger was not Kisame, 'should have known..' she told herself as she lowered her guard."Your not him..." she whispered, her dagger lowing, only to jolt back into place as she scanned him over, he wasn't Kisame, but he couldn't be human if her bracelet went off to him "who are you and what do you want?" she asked staying sane for the moment, but one wrong word was all it would take for her to snap.

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[thanks friend]

Sometimes, I think back to that night...

Eurose LeBlanc

As Eurose thought on what kind of drink he wanted, a beautiful woman eased through and began setting up a muffin display. He stood there awkwardly for a moment, before the woman spoke up and asked him what kind of beverage he wanted. "I'll take a... uh." He paused for a moment, browsing the menu one more time before he was interrupted by Nobody. Eurose bit his tongue, waiting for the girl to realize that she had interrupted him, which happened shortly after.

As the other woman threw a 50 dollar bill onto the counter and grabbed a muffin, Eurose returned his eyes to the woman at the counter. "I'll take a Vanilla Latte." His smile poked out from under his hair, and he realized that she had asked for his name. "My name is Eurose." He muttered lowly before, returning to his awkward stance, awaiting his drink.

...And wonder if my mother is the lucky one.

[OOC: Sorry, shitty post x.x]

[kung lamang]

HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT ABOUT WHAT PROTECTS OUR HEARTS? ... JUST A CAGE OF
RIB BONES & OTHER VARIOUS PARTS. SO IT'S FAIRLY SIMPLE TO CUT RIGHT THROUGH
THE MESS, & TO STOP THE MUSCLE THAT MAKES US CONFESS. WE ARE SO FRAGILE ...
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Helena flinched, another voice in place of the man's catching her off-guard. It was the woman with pale hair. Helena didn't notice she made her way up to the counter. She stood by the blueberry muffins, hanging over the sweetness they emitted, asking for one without any regard to the man who claimed her service first.

"They're two-fift-"

Her abrupt change of mind forced Helena to swallow her words. Her lips stiffened to a line, the remaining syllables traveling back down in a slow crawl; it gave her no time to respond properly to the fifty-dollar bill flung at her.

Keep the change, the woman said, but Helena wasn't sure if she should. She inwardly gawked at the bill then at the woman as she walked away with a muffin in hand and back again. It was enough to buy more than a dozen! But if she said so, as an employee, Helena couldn't negate a customer's word.

She swallowed and accepted the bill.

Taking a breath, Helena looked to the man again, eyes apologetic.

"I'm sorry," she said. "Vanilla Latte, coming right up..."

She paused, catching his name. It was foreign, at least Helena thought so. She sounded it out in her head as she wrote it on his cup.

"...Eurose."

Helena managed a small grin before turning away to brew his order. Thankfully, she knew how. Even though she's Elixir's pastry chef, Helena was still required to know the barista basics just in case these situations sprang up. She readied his latte just as she was taught and handed it to him in no time.

"That'll be $3.60," Helena noted. "Careful, it's hot."





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⌠My dot on the map is here; Cafe Elixir ⌡
⌠My current company is; Lots of humans and a deal breaker⌡
⌠My attire is awesome⌡
⌠My current form is human⌡
⌠This is home⌡




-----Emerald eyes sparkled with curiosity as they darted from face to face of the humans. Her horns were gone, thanks to her father, and she was now forced to live among them; all because she showed a fascination in them. She wasn't sure how long she had to live, but as long as she didn't use her powers she was sure she had at least a few good years in her.

-----It rained the first night she was there and the sensation of being soaking wet and cold, she learned, was not a sensation she really enjoyed. She could probably use the darkness around her to protect her from the element, but that would only decrease her life span so she couldn't risk it. While she waited under a tree for the storm to pass an old man happened upon her. This man was solitary. No family or friends to speak of. However, he was very much aware that he was getting along in years and would need someone to run errands and care for him. One could only imagine how lucky he felt he was to have happened upon, what he believed, to be a young homeless girl. He took her home and provided for her, so long as she agreed to take care of him; she has since then referred to him as Papa.

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-----It had been two years since that day and Belle felt that she was coming along really well among the humans. The man who took her in had become like family and they referred to each other as such. Her emerald eyes focused on the path ahead as she moved through the crowds of people; cradling a couple bags of groceries in her arms. She moved to the edge of the crowd and sat herself down on a near-by bench, setting the groceries down next to her. She pulled out the receipt and skimmed it over, comparing it to her shopping list with quick glances between the two. A small huff of relief slipped out through her lips and she mentally noted that she only needed to pick up Papa's coffee and she could go home. She could always make him coffee at home, but sometimes he preferred cafe coffee; he always requested it when she went out on her errands. She slid the receipt and shopping list into one of the bags before standing up, straightening her skirt, grabbing her bags and going on her way.

-----Belle knew exactly where she would go for the coffee. She had been to so many different cafes during the two years she had been among the humans. Papa never really seemed to like the coffee from any of the places; until the day she wandered into Cafe Elixir. Something about the coffee there was just right for Papa and he was a bit picky about his coffee. It was either Elixir coffee or coffee at home prepped by Anabelle herself. Her eyes jumped from building to building as she weaved through the crowds of humans; she was attempting to locate the cafe from a distance. It was a nice day so she wasn't at all surprised that it was so busy today. As she progressed forward her eyes landed on the sign and she quickened her pace, her eyes shining with happiness that she would soon be able to get home and relax.

-----Approaching the cafe she found herself shifting her two grocery bags to be supported by her left arm, as she peeked inside and noted that it was a bit busy; also noting that here wasn't much going on at the counter. She wrapped her hand around the handle and tugged the door open far enough for her to slip in and then made her way to the counter. She noticed instantly that one of her favorite humans, Helena, was behind the counter. Since she visited the cafe often, she had at least found herself well acquainted with the shy seeming young human. She took in a deep breath and remembered how much she loved the fresh smell of these cafes. Standing a small distance away from the customer that was already being served, she adjusted the groceries in her left arm uncomfortably as her gaze landed on Nobody. She thought it odd that there would be a deal breaker in the cafe, but seeing as how she hasn't done anything wrong, she knew that there was nothing to worry about. It was only a moment before Belle averted her eyes elsewhere, making it as if she were reading over the menu. In the end she actually began going over it in her mind, but there was no point really; she ordered the same thing every time, black coffee with four shots of vanilla. Papa was a strange one, but that's how he liked it.




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[thanks friend]

Sometimes, I think back to that night...

Eurose LeBlanc

Eurose stood there for a moment before seeing the woman who had been serving him write his name down, and smile. His face flushed briefly before returning to normal, just in time for her to look up to hand him his drink. He rustled for the proper change for a moment, before placing it on the table. Listening to the woman warning him that it was hot, he placed one hand gently over top of hers that still gripped the cup, and the other around the opposite side of the cup. His eyes met hers momentarily, and Eurose smiled at her. "Thank you." He said, his accent thickening up the words and making it more evident than before that he was foreign.

Eurose hesitantly drew his cup away from the girl, releasing her hand from between the cup and his own hand. It had been a very long time since he had felt the soft hands of a woman, and even longer since he had spoke to one. Usually, the owner of the house he currently stayed at spoke for him, and this was one of few times that he had left the house alone. Eurose spun around, taking note of the girl now standing a short distance from him, and smiled as best as he could, trying to look for a place to sit, only to come to the sudden realization that all of the spots were full. C’est des conneries.. He thought to himself.

Eurose saw one table practically right next to the counter that he had overlooked, and sighed, seeing someone else's mess scattered over the top."I'm not stealing this, just sitting out here." He said aloud, holding up the cup slightly as he walked outside of Elixir, sitting down in front of the large clear window. The ground was cold, and the cup he held soon began to cool down as well. I guess every good thing does come to an end. Eurose thought, before taking the first sip.

...And wonder if my mother is the lucky one.

[OOC: Edited to include SOME interaction with Belle]

[kung lamang]

HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT ABOUT WHAT PROTECTS OUR HEARTS? ... JUST A CAGE OF
RIB BONES & OTHER VARIOUS PARTS. SO IT'S FAIRLY SIMPLE TO CUT RIGHT THROUGH
THE MESS, & TO STOP THE MUSCLE THAT MAKES US CONFESS. WE ARE SO FRAGILE ...
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He placed his hand over hers, his touch soft and benign. Helena stiffened in contrast, but gradually eased under the shaded hue of his eyes. He smiled at her. It only seemed right to return it with one of her own, even if it wasn't equally genuine.

"Y-You're welcome," she managed, his accent still heavy in her ears.

He gently slipped away, but the feeling of his hand still ghosted over hers. It was a strange feeling and she wasn't very fond of it. Somehow it made her uneasy, as if the touch was someone else's. Helena shuddered inwardly at the thought and quickly dispelled it. When she returned to her senses, a familiar face stepped up to the counter.

It was Belle, one of Elixir's regulars.

Helena's stance changed. She relaxed a little, a few degrees than normal.

"The usual?" she asked. It only took a curl of the woman's lips to confirm. "Coming right up."

Helena turned and nearly bumped into Maggie.

"Oh! Sorry for having to stand in!"

"It's fine, really," Helena said, getting Belle's coffee ready. She didn't mind; her hands were free after all and the displays were restocked. She could help around the front of the house for the time being, as if she wasn't already.

When the coffee was finished, Helena returned to Belle, exchanging it for the money it was worth. She didn't even have to remind her.

"Here you go."





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