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yinsukin:
Aruna

Aruna lowered her eyes at the comment.  He was an odd human, having so much power but acting like a shy child.  It seemed like a mask, something to hide behind which belied his true nature.  That is why when that serious look flashed on his face, she compulsively asked, "And what exactly did you do?  What exactly is your job?"

Kotomine_Rin:
Yang

"E-eh? No, it's nothing like that..." He rubbed his head in embarrassment. Only after a bit did he manage to look down on her feet, then squarely in the eye. "Jeez, I can't believe it. Look, it's my bad okay? It's seriously messed up that I'd do something like that, especially to a girl."

He shook his head and frowned. He was completely serious, there was no way this was a mask. Something was seriously massively bothering him.

"I didn't even give you my name or ask yours, and look at me asking favors like I'm some hotshot. I'm like, super sorry. It's bad form."

He held his hand out to her. "Name's Yang Xiao Long. It's nice to meet you."

That was it. That was seriously it. But it seemed like he took things like that extremely seriously.

yinsukin:
Aruna

"Your one of those humans huh, the kind that only get more suspicious the more you get to know them?" she asked, making sure he knew how disappointed she was in his answer with her eye contact alone.  The frown, folded arms and foot-tapping was just her making sure he got it.

The wings on her back spread and grew to the size of two other humans.  Her eyes began to glow, her demonic teeth sparkling in the pale moonlight like a guillotine ready to clamp down on its target.  Taking his hand in hers, she said, "Aruna.  My name is Aruna.  I hope you will forgive me for earlier.  I'll warn you now, I get pretty excited when I catch my pray.  I hope that doesn't get in the way."

YOLF:
Lubei Sang
03:45 AM Nexus Time

When the body of the river was behind them, he leaped from the frozen water onto an abandoned pier. They were greeted by groaning planks, cracked cement, and ruined or greyed out fronts of what may once have been livable buildings. Lubei allowed himself to sigh only when the dark, bleak watercourse became hidden behind those first buildings, and set down Uria only once the first traces of life became evident on the distance along the crumbling road.

It was as if they'd stepped into a marsh of loss and misery. Small figures huddled in the shadows of half-crushed homes, directing them gazes of caution and resignation. Tired voices echoed faintly from few structures where some light was sheltered, their walls decayed but whole. Every step taken sunk the demon and the child half-deity further into an atmosphere devoid of cheer or meaning. Some humbler edifices were glimpsed at the distance where weak street lights flickered, but they paled in number to this landscape.

Lubei rarely felt any temperature other than mild, but now that the haze of that explosive drink was fading, he looked around, and icicles dug into his stomach like old itches. The neighborhoods beyond the river were modest, but solid. Here were only remains and easy prey.

He wished to know who ruled here.

Umbra of Chaos:
Uria
03:45 AM Nexus Time

"They're all so sad." Their eyes were filled with something resembling pity as they looked over the ragged area. There was a sense of weariness to the whole place, the way that even to its foundations the buildings were cracked. Nothing here was solid. It almost felt like a strong enough wind would send it all tumbling over!

So Uria wandered away from Lubei, crouching over one of the barely moving bodies. They were still alive, barely. But they were such pitiable things. The demigod's arm morphed until it resembled the chitinous carapace of an insect, and where their hand should have been was instead a long stinger. With a barely perceivable strike they jabbed the needle straight into the stranger's eye. Black fluid tore through the person's body. The body almost ballooned as the substances was absorbed into every bit of flesh it could get into.


Cold. Lonely. Hungry. Tired, so very tired.

If you wish for glory, choose resurrection.

There was no pain. For the first time in a long time, nothing hurt at all. It was almost like sleeping on a cloud. Gentle, comfortable, it was easy to sink into. In reality, their body began to tear under the strain. Like a water balloon someone had inflated to its breaking point.

If you wish for indolence, choose eternal rest.

Rest sounded... good. How long had it been since they had a good rest? It felt as if all they had known was this endless moment. Until now it had been everything. And yet...

God is fine with either choice.

With a popping sound the body turned into a dark puddle. There was a moment of stillness then, as if nothing was happening at all other than a brutal murder. Then something crawled out of the puddle. Claws sharper than swords, scales dark as midnight, wings that glowed with starlight. A dragon big as a car pulled itself from the darkness and bowed its head, letting the child pet it.

"Good boy! I knew you wouldn't give up. Hey Mr. Lubei, we should go and get everyone else too!"

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