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 Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2017 3:55 pm
Free.
His very skin threatened to bubble with delight as he strode down the street, his head swiveling back and forth as he took in the lit shops with open interest. Night had fallen long ago, making it much easier for him to hide his strange, monstrous features in the shadows. Anyone that saw him from a distant simply assumed he was a well-off business man, considering his well-tailored suit. In truth, Sebille had chosen this form because it pleased him. Most everything he did revolved around pleasing himself--and, of course, his mistress, Metallia.
His tongue snaked like a ribbon inside of his mouth with excitement, but Sebille only allowed his grin to grow wider. He'd been dying to get out of the Rift, to see what these humans were up to, and he had to say, he wasn't disappointed in the least! Such sights, such smells, such sounds! Oh, surely, he could never wander about like this in the daytime... but now?
Well, it was amazing the lengths that humans would go to in order to deny reality. Most thought him a hallucination, or a ghost. Such quaint, tasty morsels. He'd already sampled the flesh of one of them, and they were just as delicious as he thought they'd be! Well, there was no evidence to trace him to the source, and he was happily full, for now.
Sebille already liked this world, very much so. Things could only get more interesting from here!
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2017 8:54 pm
Juliet was not one for social interaction -- this was something she'd puzzled out over years of standing and smiling through it. It wasn't that she disliked it, perchance - but she didn't enjoy it either. She gained nothing from it either way, and even though that was how most things went, Juliet found she liked the solitude of an empty street while the season's winds were still chilly.
Let it blow her hair, let her fingers feel the chill -- the colder the better. It was one of the things she had any real opinion on, and it wasn't something anyone else needed to know about. After all, they never asked; she wasn't going to tell people how she felt unless they really wanted to know, given how irrelevant those feelings were, how by the wayside they often fell.
She clutched her mirror shard loosely, sitting on the bench just out of direct light, and contemplated incanting her magic just to feel more of a chill. It was nothing. It was a silly thought. It was always a more primary idea to retain her magic's usages until she was assaulted, as averse to violence as she was; these things were always easier to explain if she was barely harmed. Less questions about bullying. Less questions about anything.
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2017 10:25 am
Humans, he had noted, were delightfully diverse creatures. Some very much enjoyed to be social at all hours. Others preferred solitude, even if their society seemed to dictate that some sort of social interaction was necessary to advance. His attention was soon drawn to the female that was off by herself, playing with something in her hand. Naturally, the youma decided to investigate. Lingering in the shadows, Sebille came to a stop, looking her over without any visible eyes. "Hello~" He crooned, curious to see how she would react. Even if she couldn't see that he visibly wasn't human, would she be against any socialization entirely? He aimed to find out.
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2017 7:36 pm
Juliet ran her fingers over and over the mirror shard, like it'd attain different dimensions if she did it enough, like it'd turn into something else entirely that she understood. She barely understood the shards, really; they did their job, but the wraiths were a mystery to everyone. Well. Probably. They had no knowledge they'd offered her, not even anything instinctual; they might as well have been alien. But it wasn't as if that mattered.
She raised her head very slowly at Sebille's voice, looking him over with pale eyes without any apparent distress. "Hello." Pause. "Do you need anything?" No dismay, no confusion; but Juliet's voice was very quiet, and very calm, and her fingers kept through their repetitive movements.
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2017 3:23 pm
The glint of the mirror caught the lights of the buildings, and it glimmered in the cold night even as long, lithe fingers continued to trail over its surface. Sebille tilted his head as though to better catch a glimpse of it, studying it. A strange object for a human to be holding--or perhaps not? It was hard to tell, in this age.
"No, darling, I've already eaten." He responded pleasantly, still watching her with interest. "What are you doing, out here all alone?"
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2017 6:37 pm
"A girl is permitted to walk," Juliet questioned, "is she not?" Her lips curved up in an imitation of a smile, barely any movement, and it hardly reached her eyes at all. "I have duties to my court. They cause no harm, and I would hardly be as dutiful as I wish to be if I ignored such things." Finger over finger over finger. She never cut herself on the shard, never looked down at it, barely even seemed to realize it was there; but she never sped up, never slowed down, only kept touching it in unconscious rhythm.
There was something she didn't necessarily like about the way he spoke, something like grease and oil; the inhumanity did not strike Juliet as odd, but there was a presumption of familiarity that almost did. There was a type that called her 'darling' in her day to day life, and in a show of mild intent - greater than usual - she stayed away from them, cautious enough from others' warnings - perhaps some spark of self-preservation or some spark of unique intent lit up in Juliet's chest, then; she stood up from the bench and began to walk away, back to the youma, with steps just not fast enough to look like she was leaving with particular speed.
"I apologize if it's... presumptuous. But you understand what I mean, don't you, sir?"
Before he could stop her (if he'd even wanted to), she was gone around the corner in silence and fog; there was no girl there, only a mirror propped up against the wall in a hidden inlet, surface already rippling smooth again.
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