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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 4:18 pm
 【 Joushi Motisi 】
| Gentle • Loyal • Respectful |
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• The area held a lot of memories for Joushi. The swords - each one had a name, they were so familiar to her. They were her guides on this otherwise seemingly flat and endless plain. Of course, the area wasn't endless. Everything had an end. Even Hell. It may always be here, but how it is known now, how it has taken its form and meanings will end. Everything has its own end, in one way or another. Even Heaven. Although Joushi only believed in Heaven because of the existance of Hell. He had never been to Heaven, he did not know how the beings there existed or knew themselves to be, what plains they held with borders inside borders. It was this red and black sky that Joushi knew, the swords as both foliage and companions to her. The gears were her clouds here, their rust and metal scenting the sky, matching the weapons strewn around her. But what brought her here, what the memories entailed, was her mother.
"Ballroom." She spoke, her fanged mouth still contorting elegant pronounciation. Her wings were curled gently around her body, shading parts of her body from view, the razor-like edges of each and every feather only adding to her seductive poise. She would often bring Joushi here for her training and grooming. Educating her on Hell and her own potential as a mixed-seed. "You're a descendent of Satan herself," She would say. "You have the potential to be almost as powerful as I!" She would then giggle, slender hands with dainty, long, and clawed fingers gently brushing the bottom of her plump lips. She would giggle with her eyes closed, long lashes fluttering against her cheeks before she would refocus blue orbs on her once again.
"Yes, mother." Joushi spoke up. Her own body was held aloft and straight, deliberatly taken to accentuate her own feminity and grace. It was a stance that had taken years to master, to look not learned but natural, to be graceful and elegant without appearing weak and defenceless. To be master of her own body without arrogance or presumption. She was a Lady in every right by appearance, as was her mother, and so it was painstakingly impressed upon Joushi. How many years had she walked and danced around these swords, learning the way her feet were to move to avoid collision, how to spread her own wings high and regal above the hilts that jutted up and into the sky. Her arms were her balance and her guide, taking her through and around the still-sharp blades. Early one Joushi's lack of grace and control would get the half-demon to become acquianted with what felt like nearly every blade around her. Feet, shins, heels, knees, arms, wings - her body knew the touch of steel in her skin and muscle, her mother only quick to have her healed so no scars would remain behind.
Green eyes closed themselves, and Joushi breathed in. Her body was of her human form, the genes given to her by her father. No wings adorned her today, and no claws to slice their way through the rust-scented air. It was all human flesh, soft and maliable. Being Hell caused a slight itch to bury itself in Joushi's spine, begging for her demonic blood to rise and just burst from out under her skin. But restraint on one's self and primal desires was another test for Joushi to overcome, one she had nearly completely repressed.
"Desires are within us all, even the heavenly." His mother explained once. "It gives Demons such as myself the opportunity to corrupt and feed. Controlling your desires will help you understand how to break another's free." Anyanka giggled then, going back to brushing her half-seed's hair with a gold and pearl comb.
Anyanka raised a finger, long and rosy. Joushi raised her head and her chest, the muscles in her thighs and stomach tightening in preperation. The seventeen-year old's arms her raised as if she were paired with another, although only air was before her. At the bob of her mother's finger, Joushi began the dance. Her legs raised and landed with the movements of a prancing deer, high and tight. Each step was well placed, leaving no jolt of impact but rather a fluent roll of toe to heel, toe to heel, keeping her calves lifted and tight.
"A deer's hind legs are always first and high, enticing yet remaining regal." Joushi recalled the words in her mind. Her arms wer loose, however, allowing the movements of her imagined partner to flow freely through her arms and be interpretted by the rest of her body. Keeping her chest straight on with her partner, her hips rotated evenly with her legs, knees bending as she kept her back straight with the steps. Joushi twirled and swirled around the swords, her eyes catching the glint of blades around her and telling her where to move, all without ducking her head.
Anyanka was perched on a sword, a single clawed foot holding her body upright with perfect balance on the top of a hilt. As Joushi danced around the blades so too did Anyanka prance from hilt to hilt, wings forever a white, heavenly cloak about her seductive form. From foot to avian foot she crossed the gaps between blades, acting as a sign post from which Joushi was to dance from, weaving herself further and further across the bladed field, avoiding tight clusters of sharp metal caught out of the side of her eyes. Her mother would deliberately heard Joushi towards the tighter gatherings of dropped weapons, keeping Joushi constantly aware of her footing and surroundings while also keeping perfect posture and expression. Her face was to never fall from a gentle smile, completing her presence as a lady at ease and at home in her current place and body. Everything was to look flawless and without exertion, completely natural and calm. No jarring motions or movements, no dropping of head, eyes or lips. Even her blinking was smooth and calm, not a strain found in her body.
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Anyanka lifted a hand, a single slender finger pointing to the sky. It was the signal that the imagined song would soon come to an end. Joushi made no motion as if to recognise the sign, not even a flicker of her eyes away from the imagined pair held by her dancing partner. Rather than acknowledge the signal Joushi fell in line with the classic closing moves of any Ballroom dance style. She turned and stepped, twirled herself out and then back, before finally taking a step out and then smoothly closing the dance by stepping back in, a hand moving to rest close to her chest, her arms close to her body, as though hers had met the touch of her partner. She waited for a few seconds, counted yet natural before leaving her ghost of a partner's embrace to smile, courtsey with firm legs and the soft sweeping motions of her arms, and waited. She held the courtsy, muscles relaxed and posture sure, with bent knees and open arms, awaiting the moment Anyanka would acknowledge her, granting her permission to rise. It was yet another test, to ensure Joushi had control over her muscles and had been exercising them in endurance as she had been instructed to many times over the years.
Green eyes remained closed, breathing even and soft, barely a whisper or a quiver being emmitted from her petite body. Eventually, her mother gave a simple command. "Rise," She hummed, whimsically. Joushi did so in one swift, graceful movement. Her back straight and shoulders back, Joushi held her hands in front of her, one hand at rest over the other as they lay against the teen's front. "Now say 'hello', dear." Anyanka tilter her head to the side, a smile playing coy on her lips. Joushi gave a small bow of her head before turning to her left, feet turning on the ground so she was facing the other demon lurking a few feet away, swords scattered around him.
"A pleasure to see you again. Pierin." Joushi greeted. She lifted an arm to her waist, elbow bending into a right angle as she bowed to the kin of Amaimon. The human form of Pierin stood tall and strong, his hands behind his back and a charming smile on his flawless face. The young demon was well dressed - as he made a habit to do so for Anyanka. The female child of Satan gave him an appeasing look, her beautiful blue eyes slipping over him as she fluttered her lashes, wings ruffling in greeting but otherwise remaining around her. Pierin bowed back to Joushi, and then once more to Anyanka, his black dress pants, white shirt, and burnt orange vest clinging appreciatevly to his form.
"If only you always did so well to impress upon others, Pierin." Anyanka chimed. "I see you galavanting around the other plains, wearing those high-end street clothes." She giggled. A hand raised to cover her mouth with the tips of her clawed fingers, the pale skin clean and meticulous, the claws trimmed and buffed to a slick sheen. Pierin gave his own chuckle, deep and rich from his chest. He lifted a hand and ran it through the thick tuft of brown fringe that fell into his face.
"You know they suit me well, ma'am." He pressed, dark eyes on the daughter of Satan.
"Of course I do." She agreed gently. "But I do believe you look better in a suit. So much more regal." She sighed. A single finger hovered in front of her lips, elegance and poise to the action.
"Yet you encourage Joushi otherwise?" He questioned. Eyes turned to the pink-haired teen, admiring the soft fleece of the pink cardigan that drapped down from her shoulders, appearing too large on her slim frame. It accentuated an innocence and feminity in her features. Taking the second's pause as Anyanka giggled instead of answering, Joushi took her turn to speak.
"The inspiration is from the Japanese way of thought on personality." She explained, voice even. Joushi stood with one hand holding onto the other's arm, the cardigan soft under her fingers, the long sleeves nearly covering her hands entirely, bar the hint of finger tips and manicured nail. "To simply dress in a style means little if one does not live it. To be cute, one must consume and use only cute things. To dress as I live is also a projection of an ideal." Joushi tilted her head to one side slightly. "To dress and live one path is to master that path. "She concluded." Pierin was quiet for some seconds, dark brown eyes drifting to the side, contemplation crossing his strong jawline. Suddenly, his eyes shot back, understanding twinkling in the upward twitch of his lips.
"I see. So I, who hops from one path and back will only be able to master so much." He challenged.
"One's mastery is determined by devotion and natural skill." Joushi responded. "I see no reason why you cannot be a master of both domains." Pierin's smile grew, eyes narrowing in appreciation of the comment.
"Despite knowing you're apptitude to arrange your words, I feel confident you meant what you said." He responded, voice warm. He turned to Anyanka, the warmth subsiding for respect instead. "Would I be able to spend some time with Joushi?" He asked. "That is, if your training is done for today." Anyanka's eyes narrowed with a fanged smile. Her feathers ruffled, for what intent Joushi would not be able to say with certainty, though she could guess intimadation, knowledgable on Pierin's purpose here.
"You act as if I know not you intent. Young one." She chimed. "Chat as you will, but only if you agree to stay up to speed in one more dance. Only then will I be satisfied." Anyanka bargained. Pierin dropped his head, a flash of acceptance coming over his features. With a deep inhale, he lifted his head and forced a twitch of a smile.
"How about Bourrée?" He asked. Anyanka lifted a slender brow, her own lips settling into an intrigued smile. Pierin gave a nod of his head, showing he did indeed know the dance. Joushi would have called herself impressed, if she could be impressed. The Bourrée is a style known more commonly in the upperclass society of France and Italy, and somewhat in the dance studios of England. Pierin was a half demon that enjoyed the depths of the Amazon, exploring thick jungle and corrupted villages where the dark underbelly was visible to all who entered. His father would force him to soirees in the cultered high-class society of South America, but again the knowledge of the Bourrée would not come to light there. "I spent some time in France recently with my o-father." He corrected himself quickly. Anyanka disliked slang, and even more so when Pierin called his father an 'old man', as the parental demon was actually younger than Anyanka by many, many generations. "A kind daughter to a banker gave her time to teach me the basics."
"I'm sure your father was eager to see you playing nice with such a respectable candidate," Anyanka giggled. It was well known that Pierin's father was a demon of greed and wealth, wanting his son to climb higher through societal ladders. Unfortunately Pierin's father was also a lesser demon with little power and influence. Technically it was Pierin's grandfather that was a half demon, making the father a quater, and Pierin as only sixth. His demonic blood was so thin that his child, if with a human, would perhaps have no otherwordly strength in at all. "Although his resentment of our existance in his being when aiming so high is an interesting sight." She concluded. Anyanka opened her hand to Pierin and motioned him to take Joushi as his dance partner. The thin-blooded demon furrowed his brow.
"Here? I mean, I..." Dark eyes turned to the thick clusters of sharp blades around them, his hesitating bringing out a dark grin on the daughter of Satan, although it was hidden by a single, well-placed feather in her wings. Joushi stepped forward, taking taking Pierin's right hand and guiding him to a angle to dance in. He grimaced, quickly pulling his face into as much of a calm mask as he could put on while Anyanka watched. Joushi had danced the Bourrée many times before, in Hell and in France while Boss Motisi had him look after the Mafia head's two daughters doing high-social class gatherings and deals that always seemed to include the classical music and open dance floors. The youngest daughter of Boss Motisi loved the Bourrée. She would grab Joushi's hand and pull the teen onto the floor, giggling as she watched Joushi's movements and attempt to copy them in time. She improved each time.
"We'll be fine." Joushi supported Pierin. Their hands were still touching, fingers gently interlocked with fingers. Anyanka raised a slender, clawed finger and the two teenagers readied themselves for her to begin the beat to an imagined Bourrée. This dance required less twirls and movements across the floor but rather the controlled lifting of legs. It's movements were a mixture of Ball and Ballet to the uninformed gaze. With gentle pulls and twitches of her fingers, Joushi guided her dance partner around and away from and blade that threatened to cut him, all the while keeping her head up and eyes straight, as though dancing in an open field or dance room floor. Pierin still had a glimmer of worry in his eyes, even by the end of the dance, however he had relaxed since the start, learning to trust Joushi's guidance with his safety. His movements were rough, his posture rigid, and by the end his back was feeling cramped and his legs a little weary. However his athleticism had given him the small miracle of endurence and being able to keep his breathing steady and calm. Anyanka giggled as Joushi and Pierin closed the dance together.
"How cute you were, Pierin." She sang. Anyanka's wings ruffled in amusement. "You'll make for a perfect dance partner yet." With that she spread her wings, revealing the luscious curves and plumpness of her body in its tantalising dress before flying away. White wings flapped, pulling her up, and up, before she finally soared away with ease and grace. Pierin gave a heavy sigh, unbottoning his collar as soon as the mother demon was out of sight. He rubbed the back of his neck as he gazed at Joushi, a small smile on his lips and warmth in his brown eyes. Joushi folded an arm across the opening of the peach coloured cardigan, green eyes staring back without emotion.
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"Sit with me?" Pirin asked. His words were sudden, a hint of rushed air amongst it all as though nerves were pushing his actions into rash behaviour. Joushi sighed, green eyes closing, head tilting away from the other mixed blood. "... you know what I wanna talk about, huh." Joushi didn't responded. "... Is it because I'm weak?" He asked, remorse in his voice. Green eyes turned to him, steady and calm.
"Pierin," Joushi began. "I've been brought up to not accept such offers." A hand rose, preventing Pierin from interrupting when he quickly opened his mouth to retort. "I'm aware. Pierin. I know you've been attracted to me for some time, and I do believe your feelings are not just motivated by lust. However I could not leave the Motisi, and nor will I cease coming here to be trained by Anyanka. Yes, part of that is from my training since I was young. You may call me brainwashed, or unaware of my own actual desires or wants. I cannot claim any more than contentment with my current lot in life. But to run away on a whim offered to me when I feel no strong desire to do so is something I cannot accept." Pierin took hold of Joushi's raised hand, brown eyes desperate and words hushed.
"You could learn to desire it -"
"Just as I learned not to." Joushi countered immediately. Pierin grimaced, hating his choice of words.
"I want you to love me. If you could just... try it out. Surely they wont kill you if you just... word it right." He pleaded.
"Perhaps." Joushi began. "But the Motisi sisters will be attending school again soon, and I will not leave them." Pulling the hand free, the pink-haired teenager stepped back from Pierin, ignoring the look of a kicked puppy that came into his eyes. "I cannot claim to feel much. But I do care for those two girls. I won't leave them unprotected." Pierin looked to the ground, his upper body leaning back as his hands rested on his hips. His lips pursed and his tongue played with the tip of one canine.
"You know I love you." He whispered, turning his head away. Joushi blinked but otherwise appeared unaffected by the statement.
"You've said such things before. Yes."
"And that I'm worried that you're just going to waste your life away without ever feeling what it's like to love someone." At that Joushi sighed once more, looking down. The teen stayed silent, allowing the brown gaze of the early-twenty-something male to stare, heatedly against smooth, fair skin. "To be loved." He continued gently. Slowly, with a careful hesitant motion, Pierin raised both hands to place them on Joushi's fleece-covered arms. His strong fingers gently curled around with the fabric, the heat of his skin seeping in and through the thick, soft fabric. Joushi didn't move. Pierin leaned forward, wrapping his arms around thin shoulders, their heights almost equal. After a few long seconds Pierin pulled back, hands on the younger shoulders, however his brown eyes were on the ground between their feet. "I'll be here. Whether you were born the son of Anyanka, or a thin-blood like myself, was an assassin or a shop keeper, I'll be waiting for you."
Joushi turned his green eyes up to Pierin's, calm and without expression in their depths or within his features. Without a word Pierin suddenly grinned.
"I'll be sure to visit. I'll take you a cafe that only serves cute food, yeah?" Joushi nodded his head and Pierin dropped his hands before stepping back. "So," He continued grinning. "Shooting practice?" Without a word Joushi delved both hands to his sides, arms crossing over his long chest, reaching for the holsters strapped to his sides, on his ribs. They were hidden under the cardigan, its thick fabric and large size easily concealing the weapons and holsters even when unbottoned and open. Unholstering both revolvers, Joushi handed one to Pierin before turning green eyes around their surroundings to search for a valid target. Lifting his gun, Joushi steadied his arms and slowed his breathing, his sights on the rust-red pummel some distance away, a good warm-up shot for someone of Pierin's learning skill. Joushi breathed in, held it as he lined up his shot, and breathed out as his finger squeezed the trigger closed. The gun fired, kicking back into Joushi's bent elbows, absorbing the shock through and into his body. The bullet smashed into the hilt, warping the metal.
Green eyes turned to Pierin, waiting. The brunette gave a small chuckle and raised his arms, aiming the identical twin revolver up to line up the same target.
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"So..." Pierin began, brown eyes flickering from the distant sword to the young man standing next to him. "How did you learn to shoot? You've never told me." Joushi didn't look up. He kept his green eyes on the distance, watching the small dust cloud disperse, birthed from the bullet that had missed its mark from the gun Pierin held. The brunette lifted the revolver up once again, after getting sever beats of silence from the slender male. He closed one eye, aiming for the warped metal hilt of the distance sword, rust covering the blade.
"I learned by shooting." Joushi spoke up, voice soft, calm. Pierin paused, his eyes blinking before he squeezed the trigger. The revolver's boom rolled far over the flat plain, its bullet nicking the intended target, sending up a violent shiver along the metal. Pierin clicked his tongue. "And by correcting myself each time I made a mistake, until finally I ceased creating errors." Pierin's face cracked out into a disbelieving smile. Lowering the revolver, he shook his head.
"I can't recall you ever making a mistake." He said. Joushi folded his arms across his chest, but otherwise remained still.
"Have you ever studied music?" Pierin shook his head, curious. "Musicians, no matter the instrument, are taught never to show when they make a mistake. No frowns, or twitches. Not a mutter. Just continue as though it was deliberate. Believe it was deliberate. Then, when its over, just smile gracefully and never mention it ever happened." Silence stayed between them for a few seconds, Pierin watching the younger male with attentive eyes.
"So..." Pierin started once again. "You hide them." Joushi gave a smooth nod, head tilting to the side slightly as he did so before returning it to its straight posture. "You hide anything else as well?"
"I hide many things. As do most humans and demons." He replied without a beat of hesitation.
"What about anger?" The older pressed.
"To suppress or hide anger is damaging to the health of one's system and causes errors in logical reasoning. I have trained myself not to get angry over meaningless things." Joushi held up a hand, arms still crossed, stopping the other from speaking. "When I am angered I deal with it accordingly. What that 'accordingly' means varies to the cause and severity of the emotion. For example," Joushi continued on, knowing Pierin would continue to push the subject otherwise. "When listening to someone begins to anger me I walk away and subvert them later. Slashing a tire, unscrewing the legs in their school chair, dropping milk on them from another floor -"
"You're such a brat!" Pierin burst out into laughter, one hand pressing against his chest, the other holding the gun low and pointed away from either of them. Joushi had slapped his hands well enough times in learning how to hold a gun in most situations. Even his trigger finger was safely tucked on the outside of the trigger cover. "I never would have picked you for being such a... a prankster!" Joushi raised a single, slender eyebrow, green eyes finally turning to peer at Pierin from the side. The Italian-born half-demon didn't outwardly react, but inside he was trying to figure out why this information would cause such a boistorous reaction.
"Because I'm so formal." Joushi concluded. "You have never been witness to me performing an act in immaturity." Green eyes turned back to swords embedded in the ground before them, thinking further. "To you, I'm always in control, and to act on childish whims is, to you, a contradiction to that control." Pierin continued to chuckle, staring incrudiously at the pink-haired teen. "It is, however, how I maintain my control. Especially as I make sure never to be caught. Knowing that I did something that humilated them, even if I did not witness it, is enough for me. And my 'mature control' allows myself some level of descrepency."
"I see. The least likely subject." Pierin grinned. "You never speak out of turn, always the one to walk away from fights, constantly brown-nosing the teachers~"
"'Brown-nosing', as you so eloquently put it," Pierin chuckled. "Allows me flexibility."
"And a cover." The brunette added smartly. Joushi nodded.
"And cover." The two stayed silent, apart from the occaisonal snigger from Pierin. Eventually the brunette continued their earlier discussion, and air of amusement still surrounding him.
"What else do you hide?" His grin was wide enough to show teeth. "Do you hide happiness?" Joushi pondered on this question for a bit.
"In short," Joushi spoke, voice slower than before, still thinking his answer over. "Yes. I hide my happiness. But not always." Pink hair fell as he tilted his head to one side. "When I'm given something I like, I smile genuinely. How else can one know how to smile if they've never done so with the feeling that it is meant to hold." The Italian explained. His companion nodded his head in understanding.
"Okay," Pierin spoke. "So you feel happiness... what about... sadness?" He queried. "You ever expressed being sad?"
"Yes." Joushi's answer was simple, calm. But the lack of further explanation was all Pierin needed to know he wouldn't get any further answers out of the mysterious Italian.
"You..." Pierin hesitated, leaning a little closer, head lowering slightly. "Ever feel pleasure?" Joushi didn't react.
"Do not all males when they wake in the morning? Or afternoon for some." Pierin let out a sigh, smile still playing on his lips.
"So you've never had a girlfriend? Boyfriend?" Joushi answered with a simple 'no', body posture unmoving, eyes set on a fixed distance and face otherwise remarkable for expression. Pierin sighed again, this time pinching his lips shut.
"Shoot the gun."
"Huh?" Pierin jolted at the sudden sound of Joushi's voice. He wasn't expecting the half-demon to talk again for a while yet. "Oh," He jumped, turning to aim the gun at the far-off hilt once more. "Right." He raised the gun and breathed.
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Total || 4,600 xxxxxxxxTotal || 84
Double Points for April 30 - May 10
❝I am Beast Charmer and Dragoon. I am Heir to the very wind caressing you.❞
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 5:35 pm
【 Joushi Motisi 】
| Gentle • Loyal • Respectful |
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• Joushi had grown used to the gunfire, silently watching the lesser-blood demon use his own revolver to mar and warp the hilts of so many swords before them. Joushi felt like each bullet that found its mark sent not only a pained dance down the metal but down into the very soul of the being that once owned the blade as well. The possible ringing agony of each round striking deep into the fibre of the metal was an interesting thought, and the amount of disrespect for the dead Pierin and himself must be showing by indulging in such behaviour must be without measure if that were true. The grinding gears above them continued its mechanical drone, a comforting hum to the pink-haired demon who had spent so many hours, no, months, possibly even years, under its gaze. Joushi humoured the idea that his own heart pulsed in beat with its movements. But the gears were no measures of time, and the sky never changed in perfect unison with the meandering passage of night and day the human world faced. Instead it was Anyanka, gliding down on elegant white wings to perch her manicured talons on the hilt of a single sword behind Pierin and himself, to announce it was time.
"I must take you back now, little one." She spoke, whimsically. Chimes on a gentle wind. Pierin had not heard her approach and jumped at her voice. His head turned, gazing up at the feminine Lord of Wind who had once again cloaked herself behind lethal feathers. "I hear your father was also seeking you, Sir Pierin." She chimed. Anyanka held the grace to call Pierin 'sir' without it sounding mocking. If anything, she made it sound deserved. She wouldn't allow herself in the company of those she couldn't call a 'sir' most of the time, her son would often think. Her eyes were creased in mirth, appearing amused by what would be Pierin's father throwing his rage at having found out his son was once again roaming the depths of Hell. Not that he would ever do so knowingly in front of Anyanka, Joushi mused. So she may have been watching him for fun. Pierin nodded, face solomn at the thought. Pushing an honest smile onto his features, Pierin handed over the gun, the safety clicked back on. Receiving the gun Joushi holstered it in one swift motion before giving a polite bow in goodbye.
"Until next time. Pierin." Joushi spoke.
"Yes." Pierin replied. "Of course." Joushi walked over to his mother, her wings reaching out and carefully enfolding him into their depths, preparing him for the soon-to-come pull as he was moved from one realm to another...
[ exit; True Cross Academy Gymnasium ]
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Double Points for April 30 - May 10
❝I am Beast Charmer and Dragoon. I am Heir to the very wind caressing you.❞
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