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Anger turned to puzzlement as her amber-grey eyes focused on the demon. What the hell is he smiling about? Wait-- I recognize that grin....No..No.. I don't wanna LA LA LA LA!! As much as she screamed inside the depths of her mind, the words were still inevitable. 'My spear is bigger than yours'.

Images of the handsome demon flooded her mind as she remembered how he ran off the last time... and the heaping, blushing mesh she had ended up moments later. Try as she might, she couldn't forget the his nude figure and the non-challant manner he flaunted his nudity after his kimono had slipped off that day. The girl gulped as a soft whimper eminated from her form. That b*****d is turning me into a "PERVERT!"

Instantly she crossed her legs, her empty hands falling to her crotch as to tuck the habit between her thighs. "YOU DIRTY MINDED PERVERT!" Now, if anybody could read their thoughts they'd be confused. Who was she calling a pervert-- Bakemono, herself, or the both of them?

Sister Raven flustered for a few moments as she felt a dozen pair of eyes on her, probably even more. The realization made her blood boil and modesty took a seat in the back of her mind. She took a leap forward then, her slim torso giving the rest of ber body the propultion needed to flip a full three-hundred and sixty degrees. Her skirts flew up as she landed with a loud thud, giving the second half of the crowd a good view of those flower-printed panties complete with lace trim along the edges. The front, however was kept from prying eyes as her left hand kept the front pressed against her thighs up until the moment of landing-- it kept her balance and her modesty. The white veil which kept her head covered fluttered toward the water.

"I won't kill you this time, Baka... I'll just torture you to the brink of death." Now loose, the shoulder strength, silken, black waves framed her face. She got up then, brushed her knees and took off into a sprint, eyes locked on her prey. Slim hands dipped into a leather pouch on the right hip searching for something.

Sammael remained strapped to her back, the bronze pommel glinting in the sun, begging for the girl's small hands to grasp it. Raven, on the other hand kept her focus-- and her promise -- to not spill any more blood at that given moment. As she passed by the injured man she pressed a couple of pills into the clutching hand. "Here, take this. It'll help with the pain and blood loss." A moment later, she'd darted off after Bakemono with a thousand, silent curses escaping her lips.

Some nun, eh?

Tylian Vivaldi, master of yielding words and a nymph that was a succubus, she was known more for the first than the latter. She had learned a long time ago that you did not share everything about yourself otherwise instead of using people they used you. In her business she didn't have time to be used by others it would just cramp her style. Earlier in the day Ty had made her way through the hall of the citadel and passed the fountain where Aphrodite was smirking that cocky smile of hers as water poured over her body. Aye she was a wicked one that woman, full of mischief and a fair amount of lust. Tylian admired the tale of the woman even though she would never be that quick on her toes as that lady. If she was as sharp as the woman, then she would not have found herself standing behind this stall where she was now located. There was a good and bad thing about being behind this stall, the good was that this was a stall she hadn't paid for but she would use for a hour or so while the owner was on their lunch break. The bad was that she had to work at all.

She had quickly laid out the accessories she had made from shells and other glass material. There were necklaces and bracelets ankles, cuffs for your ear and nose rings and all sorts of jewelry. The only gold or silver one would find on Ty would be the ones that she had made from her sales. She mainly produced products that came from the natural resources around her. They were cheaper and easier to access. Tylian was a swindler and one of the best. An example of her skill would be the way she obtained half of the stalls she used for her business. What she did was pay every other stall for their use and they naturally assumed that she did the same with the other ones that she actually used for free. No one was going to go out and say well does this one rent from you and for how much. In this part of town no one liked others to know how much money they actually made. It was all about intrigue and if people thought they made more than you they would never come to you for loans so it was best to keep people wondering. She had used that to her advantage and well so far it was working pretty well for her.

The commotion happened just as she laid out her last piece. With an arched eyebrow she looked over to see what was going on. She didn't want to leave her stall like a few others because she knew first had how quickly people would take your things from your stall without paying. Some nun was making a ruckus. Tylian had never liked nuns something about them just annoyed her. Scoffing she muttered something about the woman deserving it. With her attention back on her stall she saw that someone across the way was eyeing her pieces and she gave the woman a smile and got down to business. This was what she had come out here for, to make a sale not to frolic and watch some nun rant needlessly.

The day was skirting on nicely and a few sales had come her way. They were enough for her to gather up a meal for herself. Besides her hour was nearly up and surly the owner of the stall would be coming back shortly. Aye it was best if she departed for now. She would buy lunch take it home and share it with her young sister who seemed to be living in a trance these days. No one knew what was happening to her and so they could not help her. Tylian believed her sister had been enchanted. She often warned the girl about wandering in the forest and calling for unknown creatures to play with. Why the young was so hard headed she didn't know, nor did she have time to hunt down the enchantress and get her to release the spell on her sister. Ty let out a growl as she thought of things that were happening that could have been avoided if only their mother had not run away with that stupid pig of a man.

Now was not the time for her anger however. That always seemed to be a catastrophic event. Rolling her goods into her basket she placed the bag over her shoulder to let it hang at her side. Her hand gripped the bag as she walked through the crowd. Quick hands she was weary of quick hands were her own. As she walked from one end to the other she had picked up many little things that were hanging over the brim of people's bags. She would make good use of them. Her own bag was beginning to overflow and so she took no more. Being greedy would only make her easy prey.

Her favorite stall was her next stop. She and the owner knew each other by name and often when she was not working she could be found here. Her order was bought to her before she even asked for it. They knew her well, grinning she nodded and accepted the dish. It was a salad made from the animal that lived in side conch shells. They called it conch salad and it was intoxicating. The salad was a combination of onions, sweet pepper, tomatoes, diced conch with lime and orange juice squeezed over the top. It was said to be an aphrodisiac not that she needed any help in that area. Grinning she tossed a coin to the merchant and enjoyed her meal. They also wrapped together something for her to take home. It would stain her and her sister through the nights to come.

Tylian was not one to watch people she was more interested in her food and the thoughts that were racking her mind. She was oblivious to the things going on around her.

{ Finally A post!}

Bagel smiled slightly. He scolded himself for a moment. he had somewhat confused the poor giant. The Look on hsi face brought back memories of hsi brother to his eyes. Although older, Bagel's brother wasnt nessisarily as witty or smart. Although waht he lacked in general kNowledge he made up In wit and physical ability. Apparently the onyl thigns the military was searching for a tthe time of their seperation. Accusitomed to havign to simplify his messages bagel asked again makign sure not to use the more complicated expanses of his vocabulary.

"Sorry. what i meant to say was could you break me off a tiny piece of your armour so that I can put it in my bag." Bagel Raised his hand ina manner to show how tiny. By holdign his index finger and thumb a part bagel showed a space no larger then that of a common pebble. " I'll trade you the tiny peice, for a nice apple or peach" Bagel made sure to talk cofidently and normaly so that it would not apear tha the was "baby talking" or patronizing the confused warrior.

Assured that he asked in a manner that the titan would understand Bagel gave a warm hearted smile to the titan. It was simple things like this that reminded bagel of the better nature of the world. Also it reminded him to be wary.For those of simple mind became frstrated easy and surely the armour. and large sword that lie on the ground were not merely for decoration. His brother was prone to mad fits of frustration that usaully left to a scuffle or verbal altercation that accomplished nothing more than tiring them both out. Sensless conflict, another one of bagles peeves. Nothign more than waste of energy to be destructive. instead of the constructive things they could use it for to better the world.

Idealistic they called him. Obvious, no?

((ick short post))