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Bern:
Emilia
"Sure but I won't accept a request unless you state clearly and loudly what you desire... Huh"
Oh no you don't...
The pinkette clasped her hand together and then a Crimson mist spread out to stop the flaming arrow. The fire made the the blood boil and eventually vaporize however the ghouls behind her were spared.
"How dare you?" She stepped in front of the monk and furiously glared at him. "They are alive just as we are, they have feelings, they're just mentally challenged at the moment but that doesn't matter I'll help them get better. Did you think you were saving them or some bullshit? Who gives you the right to decide that?"
yinsukin:
Roman
Roman stood straight up in more than one place. He raised his finger to the sky to say something. Before he could open his mouth, he watched Yusho completely attempt to obliterate the monsters in front of him, only to be stopped by Emilia. It was at moments like this that Roman couldn't help but appreciate what he had. He may be unsatisfied with his own weakness as a normal person, but at least he wasn't a helpless zombie like those things. How much could they reasonably improve with vampiric support? Their madness didn't even seem to come with strength judging from how they bowed to Emilia's even slight displeasure.
Yes, weak things like that should die, not as a conquest, but as a kindness. However, he wouldn't say anything right now. Partially because he was waiting for the thing between his legs to shrink again and partially because he didn't think it was his place to comment here.
YOLF:
Yusho
"You call this living? What gives you the right to withhold them to your will, waiting for a change that might never come? What will they be when you're done with them, your simpering dolls you parasite?" Distant thunder echoed from his throat. Emilia had angered the sky in his bones, and now the sky roared back. Even the lingering injury in his torso was for now muffled. "Bite your tongue and let me put them out of their misery. I will answer to the Vampire King, but not you."
His right foot slid back, and he raised his arms, one high and one low, as sun-gold essence seeped from his pores. The zeroth step of his exorcist dance said this: creatures of darkness, begone.
Bern:
Emilia
"Emilia... No parasite.... Emilia kind...Protect us."
The response didn't come from the vampire idol but instead from one of the Ghouls behind her. His raspy voice sounded like he'd swallowed sand yet his intent was unmistakable as he stepped in front of Emilia." You not hurt her
.. Monk. Now I protect."
"No Alfred get back don't do it!" Despite her plea the Ghoul didn't step back, he was no puppet after all. A chatter of sounds broke out behind her, the other Ghouls were in agreement and gave their support, all of them getting ready to fight.
YOLF:
Yusho
Yusho took one step forward, and it was like ice rooted him in place. His crackling eye pointed at the shaking ghoul and the entire cohort as they broke into murmurs, and his face from the forehead to his jaw clenched around it. The heat of the sparks was singing his cheeks.
It wasn't enough to let these people be tortured with restlessness, regardless of whatever crimes they may have done in life, these vampires, this woman, had to play with their feelings like this. Was he supposed to believe it? This was all a misunderstood tragedy by those who predated on men and offered curses in the guise of blessings? Even if it was, what kind of defilement were these supposed new lives built on? If he eliminated them, who would say he was justified even when it was the truth? The people in front of him couldn't tell the difference between a right making up for a wrong and two wrongs making a right.
Yusho took a steadying step back. He would look like a heartless wretch even to his own student. But this was what Roman had willingly walked into. Roman was a vampire now too, and the work of two days couldn't beat out of him the loathsome thinking that would led him to this den of darkness.
Yusho did not belong here. Yusho was alone before this shameless trickery, regardless of what Valerie had promised him before. He was not going to stay.
Spinning on his heel, only wind whistling in his ears, he sent a blank stare at Roman before propelling himself into the air, rising with a great breeze. The thickness of the mist did not part, but his feet found it as a foothold, and further up and away he dashed, until he had vanished entirely, over the maze of hedges and the mist itself.
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