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Aiden:
Yamada

"Were I not privy to your tricks, I will most certainly take you up on that offer." His eyes narrowed into slits as his concentration and force increased, and with it his great power. "But I know them well."

Umbra of Chaos:
Francesca

She laughed more than as ever he resisted her. A veritable swarm was pushing back against him now, fusing together into freakish gestalts that could individually turn entire boulders to nothing but dust. "And what do you have to lose? That you'll die? That this place will turn to chaos? You're already dying, and this place is already more than homey enough for me. Have you forgotten how to take a risk, Yamada? Don't tell me that peace has made you weak!"

Francesca Prelati was stronger than him, at least stronger than what he was willing to resist with in this game. The endless hordes he would have butchered in singular strikes were pushing back his arm.

Her face softened, and the faint dissatisfaction of boredom slunk upon her face. A visage infinitely more dangerous than her childish glee. "Do you really think that I'd pass up a chance for us to have a rematch, Yamy~"

Aiden:
Yamada

"When you define yourself by your ability to dominate, to control..." The room went still, and so too did his breathing. Francesca felt herself instantly gain all the ground in the world, be given a clear shot right to his face! And then, the next thing she knew, she and her miserable swarm of monstrosities were face down on the opposite side of the table, where Yamada had been seated, and he was sitting where she had been, stealing her tea. "... then you are nothing. You are mistaken, Miss Prelati, to believe that what the state of things now is your victory."

Sip. Slurp.

SINIB:
Eruraviel

The Elven demigoddess waited. Her bare legs crossed, one arm lazily resting on the table rapping her fingers against the wood; the other hand holding onto a plastic container of overpriced bubble tea, lazily sucking the sweet balls up through the straw while she leaned back into her chair. With her pronounced pointy ears and her indecent attire, she had quickly gathered a fair amount of attention from the locals—the older generation looking upon her in distaste while the few youngsters stopping to take a look at the  mysterious elven seductress who'd simply appeared out of thin air in front of the shop.

Eruraviel had arrived about twenty minutes before her planned meeting. She wanted to follow up quickly with William, and more importantly, felt as if now was the time for her to seriously begin to make her moves to rise in the city. Patience was a virtue, but sloth was a sin. Finding a good balance between the two was an important part of growing up.

Bern:
William

Ah going into fake rich cafe's to discuss absolute evil schemes together with hot ladies who were far older than they appeared to be. What a nostalgic feeling, not even the cheerful chime of the doorbell could break the nostalgic trip he had commenced on. Unfortunately he'd have to leave his hats behind at the dry cleaner, he should have known they wouldn't have taken well to the sewers.

Although the chime of the doorbell wasn't enough to break him out of his reverie, the sight that he beheld once entering certainly held that power. It so held the power to ensnare his feet to carry him over, ant to make him bow at the waist before taking a seat opposite her. Yes it was a her, his newfound interest, his most peculiar project. Well not most peculiar, but certainly the most pleasing on the eyes.

"Do my eyes deceive or have you grown ever more radiant since we last crossed paths?" She wasn't the only one though, he too had changed, become whole, and after reconvening with his other self, his power may have doubled but not his pride.

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