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 Posted: Sun Feb 09, 2020 7:31 pm
 xx ❶ x POSTS 125 xxxxx ❷ x THEME xxxxx ❸ x HIGH THREAT
x➸ ➸_____I AM THE MASTER OF ALL ( Ϝ α и g )
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_____________________☇ ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔳𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔯'𝔰 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔰
_______________________𝔄𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔰 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔱
Fang was utterly shocked. This wasn't a dream, at least he thought that surely dream Frea would be more than her casual aloof self. "I can't believe it..." He said shaking his head. A hand went into his messy hair as Frea tried to swat him. It missed pathetically which made him chuckle.
Fang smiled as he looked down on his old companion. Warmth filling him up. She pulled on his armor as she tried to cuddle back into a good sleeping position. She had probably cared for him the night before and was tired. He hated being a burden. "If its sleep you need. Its sleep you will get." He fluffed out his cloak and wrapped it over the two of them as he spooned her for warmth. Maybe this would help. He nestled his chin into the crook between her neck and right shoulder pulling her close to him for warmth. His body was abnormally warm. Perhaps that is why he was able to survive with wearing so little in the way of clothes. Part of his ancestry he believed. He wanted to fall back asleep too, but he simply couldn't. Part of him was still in a state of disbelief. It was Frea?! How did she survive, where had she been all this time? Here? So many questions flooding his mind. Eventually those thoughts stilled as he noticed her gentle breathing. She smelled sweet, like nectar. That made sense given her botanical skills. He had missed her greatly in the time she was gone, all of his friends. But there was something about Frea that just made him feel at peace, maybe it was because she had saved him? A rare occurrence for sure. "I'm so glad its you..." He whispered as he too fell back into a light slumber.
sᴜғғᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴏғ ᴅɪᴄɪᴘʟɪɴᴇ
( xᴏʀ sᴜғғᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴏғ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛx )
ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ
( xɪs ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғx )
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Posted: Mon Feb 10, 2020 1:40 pm
Frea AU   "Care about yourself first."
⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅
A good sleeping surroundings always made Frea want to sleep in. A great warmth encased her, making her toasty and she snuggled closer. She shifted, trying to get more comfortable, hands moving to grab onto something to tuck her body closer but stopped when it hit skin instead. Firm and definitely skin that was not covered by any clothing. That made her wake up completely. Her eyes opened wide, looking down to a handsome face tucked into her neck and shoulder, his hair tickling her skin at each breath. A pair of strong arms circled her hips, pressing her body against his. They were hugging closer than she had experienced with anyone else and that brought a unconscious blush to her face, but Frea did not know. The personal space was little to none.
The problem was that she could not move at all, and she wanted to sit up to do her morning tasks.
She tried tapping his shoulders, then shake his shoulder in order to wake him up. She also attempted at shifting her body in his grip so she could find a space to wiggle out, but her clothing ended up tangled with his armor and restricted her movement more.
"Fang, hey. Wake up." The final attempts ended with her shaking his shoulders and patting his face to wake him up. She was going to shout if he was not going to wake a few seconds later.
⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ MOOD ♠ Serious || OOC ♦ || POST COUNT ♥ 41
OUTFIT ♣ Purple long-sleeved deep-plunged top that show shoulder and cleavage and matching outer coat. Black pants. Ankle-length purple heels. Leg bangles and hand bangles. Veil (Optional).
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2020 1:57 pm
xx ❶ x POSTS 127 xxxxx ❷ x THEME xxxxx ❸ x HIGH THREAT
x➸ ➸_____I AM THE MASTER OF ALL ( Ϝ α и g )
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_____________________☇ ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔳𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔯'𝔰 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔰
_______________________𝔄𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔰 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔱
Fang had fallen into a deep sleep of course by the time Frea had awoken. He wouldn't budge at her feeble attempts to wake him to start. It was as if his skin was numb to sensation. When she tried to wiggle out his hands would just close upon her clothes, gripping them and pulling her back in. It was impossible to escape in any decent manner. After a while her shaking finally stirred him. His strong jaw would open with a yawn. His eyes closed, and his skin angelically soft in appearance, but firm and smooth to the touch. He shoved himself up and opened one eye. His dark lashes covering half of it. "Oh! Frea..." He said with a little bit of surprise, forgetting the situation once again, but this time it all came back quickly. His face turned into a soft smile and he reached out to pull her into a hug. So happy to have found her. He held her in a hug for a long moment before releasing her. The happiness in his eye was very obvious.
Fang would stand up and stretch. Blinking until he could see clearly. "We have a lot to talk about. You and I." He would say in a usual low voice as he offered her a hand up, if she so desired to take it. "But first, breakfast?" He said with a charming wink. Eager to taste her delicious food.
sᴜғғᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴏғ ᴅɪᴄɪᴘʟɪɴᴇ
( xᴏʀ sᴜғғᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴏғ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛx )
ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ
( xɪs ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғx )
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2020 7:49 pm
"Care about yourself first."⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅
Frea breathed a sigh of relief when Fang finally woke up. She would rather not spend the whole morning staying put just because she could not escape someone's grasp. Though, the sight of him acting like he did not know what he had done in his sleep irked her, no matter how innocent he looked waking up. She thought about complaining before letting out a sigh as she was swept into a strong hug, his bright smiling face fresh in her sight. Hesitantly, she reached her hands to return the hug, patting his back in a comfortable rhythm.
They parted when Fang stood to stretch. She watched his movement for second, taking the sight of him that matched a similar scene before when they had traveled together before. He had stretched and moved about after a hunt, and she sat just like this, only to catch her breath. Compared to others, she did not have that good of a physical ability.
An offered hand snapped her out of her pondering and she took that hand, using his strength as leverage to stand up. "Understood. In that case, I will have to prepare the ingredients first, so can you set up the fire?" Rummaging through her bag, she prepared the ingredients. It should be enough for a simple soup.
⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ MOOD ♠ Serious || OOC ♦ || POST COUNT ♥ 42
OUTFIT ♣ Purple long-sleeved deep-plunged top that show shoulder and cleavage and matching outer coat. Black pants. Ankle-length purple heels. Leg bangles and hand bangles. Veil (Optional).
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2020 11:25 am
xx ❶ x POSTS 132 xxxxx ❷ x THEME xxxxx ❸ x HIGH THREAT
x➸ ➸_____I AM THE MASTER OF ALL ( Ϝ α и g )
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_____________________☇ ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔳𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔯'𝔰 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔰
_______________________𝔄𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔰 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔱
Fang It felt so strange to be not only out of prison, but back with Frea, alone like they were at first. His first companion, and his last companion it seemed. It was as if fate brought them together. His reckless self did need her. Though he would never admit it. And maybe she needed him? Or was that just his narcissistic attitude getting the better of him? Who knew. "You got it miss Scalas!" He said teasingly. He rarely called her miss Scalas, but she was so proper at times it felt appropriate. He would made quick work of the fire. Collecting small sticks from a nearby tree, and some fallen logs over by the tree he had been in last night. After a few moments of playing with flint and steel he had a raging fire! Which he used a stick to spread out to create a nice even array of coals for cooking. Something he had learned from Frea a long time ago.
. "Ready when you are." He smiled at his long lost friend, though he was curious why she didn't seem more excited to see him. Maybe she had issues with him... Or secrets. "Frea..." He said hesitantly. "Am I a nuisance to you?" In any other situation, she would likely joke about how he was the biggest nuisance, but this question was a bit more nuanced. He was genuinely curious if she didn't want to see him. His golden hued eyes stared at her. Wide eyed like an innocent puppy. The majestic light glinting off them from the sun rising in the east.
sᴜғғᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴏғ ᴅɪᴄɪᴘʟɪɴᴇ
( xᴏʀ sᴜғғᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴏғ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛx )
ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ
( xɪs ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғx )
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2020 9:19 pm
"Care about yourself first."⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅
Frea raised an brow at Fang's calling of her last name, amusement in her gaze. She willed herself not to snicker at such teasing from him, turning to work on preparing the ingredients, choosing the right spice for the food. The spices should not be heavy, allowing for a light meal to warm the stomach. It would be healthier if they could use meat for the stew, but she did not have enough to make one on her hands aside from dried beef for emergency. Vegetables like potatoes, mushrooms and herbs was good.
"Finished the ingredient selection. Thank you for setting up the fire." She filled her usual cooking pot with water, waiting for it to simmer before putting the ingredients. It should take some time for the food to be done. Stirring the pot, she occasionally put in some spices when needed, concentrated on her task. At Fang's question, she was about to answer out of reflex when they were in the past before remembering their current situation. She paused to look at Fang, seeing her reflection in his wide eye, gazes that looked lost. It reflected her own current feeling, a whirlpool of confusion and emotions. But she would answer him anyway, as best as she could.
"No, you are not." Her confused violet eyes schooled to firmness. "You have been a good teammate throughout our journey. I am glad to see you again." Despite first thought of him as a meatshield for her own plans, she had learned to appreciate the teammates she had.
"Though, it's understandable if seeing me again brings bad memories."
⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ MOOD ♠ Serious || OOC ♦ || POST COUNT ♥ 45
OUTFIT ♣ Purple long-sleeved deep-plunged top that show shoulder and cleavage and matching outer coat. Black pants. Ankle-length purple heels. Leg bangles and hand bangles. Veil (Optional).
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2020 10:55 am
 xx ❶ x POSTS 142 xxxxx ❷ x THEME xxxxx ❸ x HIGH THREAT
x➸ ➸_____I AM THE MASTER OF ALL ( Ϝ α и g )
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_____________________☇ ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔳𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔯'𝔰 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔰
_______________________𝔄𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔰 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔱
Fang would smile a really genuine smile for the first time in who knew how long. Something about Frea acknowledging him being a good teammate just hit hard. He wiped as his face but there were no tears, he was simply too dehydrated for them. "I've missed you, Frea..." He said looking into her violent eyes unsure of what to say or do next until she brought up bad memories.
"Its just-" He faltered. "Frea, we went through a lot... People died. Our lives were changed... but that is a thing of the past. I'm just glad you're okay." He said hesitantly. "Can we be companions like we used to be?" It felt strange to ask, but nothing was like to was before they had all been attacked and arrested, and imprisoned like he was for so long. He didn't know if she actually would want to associate with him, especially since his presence brought on increased risk of the authorities. He looked down at the ground. Willing to accept whatever she said.
sᴜғғᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴏғ ᴅɪᴄɪᴘʟɪɴᴇ
( xᴏʀ sᴜғғᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴏғ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛx )
ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ
( xɪs ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғx )
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2020 2:05 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2020 3:40 pm
xx ❶ x POSTS 143 xxxxx ❷ x THEME xxxxx ❸ x HIGH THREAT
x➸ ➸_____I AM THE MASTER OF ALL ( Ϝ α и g )
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_____________________☇ ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔳𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔯'𝔰 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔰
_______________________𝔄𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔰 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔱
Fang just sat still, looking at Frea with a soft smile. "Oh, come here!" He said as he reached out and pulled her into a tight hug. His toned body pressing against hers firmly before releasing her.
"I'll let you test anything out on me! As long as it doesn't involve olives. I hate those little nasty devil fruits." He said as he held her at arms length with both smoulders. His hands soft and warm. He got serious again. "Frea, I'm excited for our adventures together. To a new life!" He said as he raised a fist, almost like he was saying 'cheers' with a drink. "But for real, these potions don't involve olives right?" His head twisted to the side like a puppy with wide golden eyes. His demeanor shifted so fast from innocent and childish to serious that it was almost hard to keep up.
Soon ti would be time for them to pick up and leave. They would need to keep on the move for a little while until they lost those in pursuit of Fang. Maybe they would stay in Phoxuria itself, but Fang would leave this up to Frea.
sᴜғғᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴏғ ᴅɪᴄɪᴘʟɪɴᴇ
( xᴏʀ sᴜғғᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴏғ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛx )
ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ
( xɪs ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғx )
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2020 4:41 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2020 7:45 pm
xx ❶ x POSTS 145 xxxxx ❷ x THEME xxxxx ❸ x HIGH THREAT
x➸ ➸_____I AM THE MASTER OF ALL ( Ϝ α и g )
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_____________________☇ ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔳𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔯'𝔰 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔰
_______________________𝔄𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔰 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔱
Fang would laugh at her remark and make a fake choking sound at the idea of eating olives. "I can always taste olives! " He would laugh for a moment, but regain his composure shortly.
"I think we should go into the town. Phoxuria has a black market that cops aren't allowed in, if we find a tavern there we can hold up for a while until the scouts in this area have all passed. That one group was just one of many after me." He said this with a finger to his chin as if in deep thought. "Plus, I have an old friend in town, a trader, he's usually got really rare items." As Fang said this Frea would notice a dark frown appear on his face. "But I never have the money to buy his stuff... Its still pretty neat! We should check it out while we are laying low." Fang would pause for a moment and stare at Frea. He wasn't sure why, but she just seemed so different from before. Yet, she was the same? It was an odd feeling. He'd shake it off and pack his stuff to headout.
sᴜғғᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴏғ ᴅɪᴄɪᴘʟɪɴᴇ
( xᴏʀ sᴜғғᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴏғ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛx )
ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ
( xɪs ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғx )
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2020 10:06 pm
  "Care about yourself first."
"That sounds reasonable. We should lay low for a little bit before moving again. Staying nearby for a while can help with knowing the current situation. We maybe in more danger if we moved too much." Frea considered the meager items in her bag. "We do need to stock up on food, herbs and whatnot."
She considered Fang's expression when talking about his old friend. "An old friend, huh? Have you two been in touch?" Because she did not know this friend, she could not evaluate how trustworthy this "friend" was, or if anything had changed during the time of Fang's disappearance. "Either way, a look at rare items would not hurt. Be careful though."
Looking up from her thoughts, violet eyes met golden, feeling his stare on her face before he moved away. She felt a bit confused at that, but she did not ask him about it. Packing up her luggage, she moved next to Fang when finished. "Let's go then." The faunus was unsure whether to let Fang lead the path or her to lead, so she moved ahead a little bit, a subtle hint for them to walk on equal pace. If Fang seemed unsure of the path to the town, she would lead until the path seemed familiar to him again.
⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ MOOD ♠ Serious || OOC ♦ || POST COUNT ♥ 53
OUTFIT ♣ Purple long-sleeved deep-plunged top that show shoulder and cleavage and matching outer coat. Black pants. Ankle-length purple heels. Leg bangles and hand bangles. Veil (Optional).
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2020 3:14 pm
 
✘ The Assassin
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Ghost was seated at a table near the back of the bar, legs propped up on the table as he idly twirled a smoke bomb between his fingers. Normally, he would either be in his clock tower or out gathering information. The clock tower being his sanctum of sorts to relax, build, and plan. Everywhere else was potentially hostile territory for a man like him, even if he was not well known appearance wise due to his nature of working in disguises. You never knew though when someone may catch on. But today was special. Today he would meet with his associates again after a long period of time they had used to lay low. While two of them had been in disguise, Akuryo had no such thing when he went on the mission. So to avoid suspicion they had agreed to avoid contact until things had blown over enough. And the week of the water festival in Vale seemed the perfect time, as many who may remember Akuryo were likely there. In that time though, what the others did Ghost was unaware. He had been focused on studying up a new target he had, one that would be pursued in much different way than they had done so with the mission. But that was details that he may not disclose as of yet. At least not at the start of the meeting. He was more curious what the two had learned, if anything, of the special item they had retrieved from the vault and what it could mean for the future. It certainly wasn't anything normal, that was for sure, and Ghost was curious to learn what Zaffre may have come up with from the information he downloaded. If he were to show up. It was no guarantee either of them would, depending on circumstances. But Ghost had time to kill for now, so he would wait and see.
As far as anyone else in the bar could see, not many people at this time of day, he seemed to have nothing on him besides the small ball he played with between his fingers. And it was mostly true; he only had three things on his person at the moment. His vambrace, the smoke bomb, and the canister from that mission. All of which, save the smoke bomb, was safe hidden. It may be risky to have the canister away from the clock tower, but he needed information on it and he figured if Zaffre figured out one he may be able to figure out the other. Plus, Ghost had paid off the owner of the bar so they should not be getting any disturbances from anyone else. If they somehow did, he was sure Akuryo could take care of it. Or himself, if he wanted some entertainment. From his own seating, he had a nice view of the rest of the bar and the front door. Making it hard, if possible, for someone to sneak up on him. It never hurt to be prepared after all.
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2020 10:59 pm
  'One, two, Becky's coming for you. Three, four, your luck is so poor. Five, six, we sail the river styx. Seven, eight, the vultures haven't ate. Nine, ten, you'll never see again.' The man known as Akuryo was nowhere to be found, or at least to the untrained eye he wasn't there. His outfit was different, a hood covering his head and a small medical mask covering his face, he looked weird but his hazel eyes seemed focus, determined as he walked through the door, closing it behind him. The bar was eeriely dead, which was a good thing as the gray hood with no fringes or fluff at the ends kept his head covered before he stopped at the table of the spectre. His hazel eyes looked to the man, he had made a few twists and turns but he got to where he was and soon sat down beside him. He didn't bother with shades or glasses to hide the small bags under his eyes but why bother when your whole outlook was different. He pulled down the hood to reveal his slightly dull platinum hair, different from his original platinum colored hair before he rests his arms onto the table. His eyes shot a side glance after a single blink before he smiled under the medical mask, pulling it down with his left hand as his finger nails were a bit done to have a black and purple V upon each nail, black mainly covering the nail with the V varying in it's size for each finger. " So, you wanted to see me?" He asked, in a tone different from his original, but reminiscent enough for the spectre to know who he was as his aura flashed on and off quickly. " I want to thank you for the time we spent on the beach you know?" He told him under a whisper as a small casual joke while they waited for Zaffre, his eyes half-lidded as it still felt weird, that just a few months ago, he was in his Akuryo persona, his hair a perfect jet black, and yet now here he was.... in the shade of his original form with some gray and white clothing, his eyes shifting from brown to green as they scanned the young assassin before he soon rests his head upon the table, pulling the mask back up. " It took me so long to get your message too...." Targets(Company) : || Traps Set: || Location(Specifics) : Pԋσxυɾια, the town of Greed: Verna's Blacktap Bar
Equipment
Main Arm: Black Durian(Melee form)
Side Arm: 20 daggers of varying shapes and sizes / 20 Crossbow bolts.
Other Gear:
Vulture's Pedestal: Inactive||Pedestal Time Limit: 5/5 || Post Count: 44
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2020 8:32 pm
  ► Everybody Knows
【 Identity ≡ Elder Oni | Zaffre 】
【 Mood≡ Intriguid 】
【 With ≡ Ghost, Akryuo 】
【 Semblance - N/A ≡ 】
【 Level | Post ≡ 0 | 134 】
【 out. of. consiquences. ≡ 】
XXXOddly enough, there wasn't another approach from the front door. Rather, a man dressed in a white suit would instead emerge from the back office door of the bar. One that Ghost surely wouldn't have recognized walking in prior, but that was because Zaffre may have been the one individual that attempted to give Ghost a run for his money in terms of disguise. The bartender seemed to give the man that entered a side-eye. That was of course until he raised his hand in a dismissing motion. With it, he'd return the side-eyed glare, his left eye shifting as the iris shifted to vibrant red color. The bartender seemed to stiffen up, before turning away with a glass in hand to polish. The bartender would set the glass down, before going through the necessary steps to throw together a rather splendid bloody mary. In the meantime, the suited-man would set down a tray that already held two wave-designed teacups, both with steaming, dark-green liquid. After a few moments, the bartender returned to the suited-man, carefully handing him the cup by the rim. He would smirk as he took the cup. A small, almost needle-sized razor stabbed through the tip of his finger, streaking the bartender's thumb as a few hefty drops of blood splashed into the drink. This act would quite literally redefine the term 'Bloody-Mary'. The bartender would quickly jerk his hand away, grabbing a napkin as he hurried to the backroom. His work was done here, and now, the suited-man could continue with his business and walk towards the table.
"Perhaps the two of you can return to the beach once we're finished here. That's the point of the festivities, is it not?" A familiar voice would rattle through the bar. Lower based tones, matched with a noble, posh manner of speaking. Such a particular manner of speaking was sure to resonate a sense of familiarity, even if the face of the voice didn't match the cold-hearted machines they had encountered in the past. Yet, in a similar fashion, the voice almost seemed artificial. The voice had come from a finely aged looking man, short black hair slicked back with aged gray hair detailing the sides of his skull. Covering the lower half of his face, including his nose and encircling his ears was a metallic, oni-styled mask with sharpened silver teeth. The very center of the mouth, however, was black and empty. If one looked closely, they could see a thin line that indicated an opening mechanic in the mask. Aside from the familiar voice, it was unlikely either of the two would recognize the man. That was, of course, until the iris of the left eye began cycling a series of colors. Shutter like pupils would shift, the iris encircling them changing color in sequence to that of a loading bar. Something that the Valian Knight that they had operated with had done on the left side of its visor at the start and end of their mission. Whether or not they picked up on the cue, his right eye remained that of amber, while his left eye as a bright cyan.
The man didn't hesitate to continue his course of action. He'd offer the faintest signal of a wave towards their "I trust both of you have been well, though I can't imagine you've had the opportunity to enjoy the festival. I'd highly recommend it once we're done here, as I put my own two cents in to help it come to fruition." A curious statement on behalf of the man, only adding to his enigmatic position in society. Ghost was clearly an assassin who knew the right places and the right people. Akuryo was a mad man and a killer, someone to do the dirty work for the right price, or just because he felt like it. Still, when it came to it, he could disappear for the right reasons. But, where had Zaffre fallen in all of this? Where did he come from, and where had he gone after they parted ways? His ties provided them with the necessary resources and intel for the mission, including such out of this world contraband like a prototype military bot. Yet, despite how he managed to hide in society, it was clear he held some presence with his brief interaction with the bartender. "Ah, before I forget. For my dear friend, a truly redefined 'bloody-mary, articulated to your taste.' He said calmly, placing the chilled, fogged glass at the edge of the table for their murderous companion. "And the one who had such a wonderous location idea, I'd like to share a cup of oolong. This one, in particular, is famed for being a favorite of Beacon's Headmaster and selected from his personal collection of teas." He'd say softly, though he was clearly proud of his selection in his tone. Though, he wasn't entirely certain if he'd care for how he acquired it, or if either of them would even drink the beverages. The cup would thump against the table softly, followed by a second of his own. With that, he'd finally take his own seat at the table of Ghost's choice. "I hope you both enjoy, as I'm sure we have much to talk about... I'll, of course, let our generous host have the floor' Zaffre would say with an amused tone, indicating with his gaze towards Ghost. Lifting his cup and rotating his wrist, he'd stir the dull green liquid within.
In a flash, his blue eye would shift yellow for a moment, an articulated email flashed across his eyes from a colleague. With it, a brief clip of the combat from the exhibition played before his eyes while waiting for his companions to answer. It was a curious course of action on the young moth's behalf, something that as a teacher, he would have to inquire about himself. Unlike certain students, like the flesh-eating dragon or the inevitable decay, there wasn't immediate logical reasoning for self-harm in combat. Perhaps it was an act to refocus one's attention, or a self-induced injury to jumpstart her adrenaline? No matter the reasoning, it was his duty to look into it. With that, the email would be dismissed with a message towards the headmistress, telling her that he'd review the footage again and seek to work with her on uncovering the student's reasoning and hopefully correcting such reckless and dangerous actions in the future. All of this, of course, in a series of brief moments while Zaffre watched his companions. Lifting the teacup to his mask, the black space would open into a gap, letting him sip the fresh hot beverage.
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