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Nanashi

Grabbing the phone she brought it up to her face and looked at the picture… if one could even call it that. Its quality was quite frankly garbage; it didn’t even look like it deserved to be taken by this crappy flip phone.

But she could make out some key traits, Blond hair, a jacket, young, probably around her age, slim build, lacking much… weight at the top. Nanashi thought as she looked at it, trying to remember anyone noteworthy that looked like this. Well, there was a blond in the police that she swore to stay away from… no, that one didn’t have long hair, and one’s hair was a darker blond. She really couldn’t get too much from the picture, not even some key facial features.

In other words, “This is trash.” Ya, that’s it. She looked at the priest with a raised eyebrow and a skeptical look. “Please say you have more than this, because otherwise, well, you will never find something just from their picture.”

A general search area, any know affiliates, if they were human. Anything would really help.

32
Fiona

The air was taken out of her lungs when Oren turned around, grabbing her and spinning her around. Just like that the world began to shift and shed, an ethereal dream taking it over. Left and right blurred, up and down reversed, forwards and back became the same. And then came the colors, the words shined. There was no other word for it, bright and vibrant, green became verdant and red crimson. Shimmering and glowing the world became nothing more than a dream. But a vibrant and beautifuldream.

It filled her with something. Something she did not know how to feel. It was fake, she knew it was fake, but it felt so… different. Not in a bad way, but it was something she doubted she would be able to feel again, unless she exploded the depths of the infinite Garden itself. It was like, fulfillment? Like something that wasn't there was finally present. Like she was whole, an unimaginable pleasure and warmth. It was so nice...

But there was something wrong. Something within her held her, binding it, holding it. A thorn covered vine that was wrapped around her, but it did not hurt, simply spreading warmth though her. The Dance of the Fae, intoxicating and drawing her, but something held on to her, and she in turned grabbed a hold of it.

It might not have been real, simply an illusion of her mind, a representation of her will. But she would not let her be drawn into this beautiful realm. Her bond to the Garden, to the place she entrusted herself, to the roses, to the wind, to the beasts. To all those things she let into herself, she couldn’t allow herself to be drawn away from it, to forget it. To forget what she loved, to forget what she chose.

But it was so beautiful

But then it stopped. And she pushed herself away from Oren. She immediately collapsed her body trembling, her eyes dilated and filled with a look that could only described as WRONG. But she had a smile, an odd and distorted smile, she couldn’t stop. She… she needed it again, she wanted it again… beautiful

But what was left of her functioning rationality caught up with her mind, smashing against her mind like a fright train. Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong.
It. Was. WRONG!


And so she did the only thing she could, she called to the Garden. And in her hands, in a barely noticeable pale green glow, a single violet berry appeared. And like that she shoved it into her mouth and swallowed, before Oren could react.

Immediately warmth filled her body. Calm. She felt its protection weaving itself though her form, guarding, shielding… correcting. Yes, that’s what it was doing. It was correcting what was wrong, correcting her, freeing her from the beautiful, no wrong, wrong.

It was wrong. She had to remember it was wrong

Yes, it was wrong. It was a lie. A dream. Slowing her eyes returned to normal and her smile faded. And with it the trembling stopped.

Then she looked up at the Fae, glaring, “Never do that again.” She told it.

33
Nanashi

“Eh, fine I guess.” Nanashi shrugged, “Just tell me the details already.” She grumbled as she took another sip from her water, leaning against the Bar.

She really didn’t care, although this priest’s words did make her curious about what he was getting out from it. This person he was looking for might be… No, too early to assume anything, to many possibilities.

34
Nanashi

Well, if there was something she was expecting, that was probably not it. She scratched her cheek, before replying to him.

“I mean, sure?  Got to ask, how much will this actually pay?” She could always use an extra bump to her wallet. And it if wasn’t something she could agree with… well, it made it clear what her next job would be. In a way she was kinda hoping for it, it would be nice to not have to deal with crazed people for once. "Oh, and stop with the pose, your trying way to hard to be serious."



35
Nanashi

“It would really depend on what the job was I guess?” She told him unsure. It better not handing out flyers or some shit, it was also odd that he was asking her out of the blue. Taking the glass and nodding to the woman in appreciation as she took a sip.

“It’s not so often you get an offer this good out of the blue; it sounds too good to be true.” She told him, pushing up her glasses. Oh, how she wished it was night already.



Fiona

She flinched slightly when Oden tapped her head, and began to run around the ancient oak, but she supposed that was harmless enough. Well, at least for now. So she began to follow her lead and began to follow her around the tree, her hand gliding along the bark.

36
Nanashi

Nanashi simply shrugged, not noticing the slight warmth in her cheeks absentmindedly, “What can I say, listening to someone make a fool of themselves is just so entertaining.” She chuckled; her ears were picking it up, the slightly harder beating of his heart, the clenching and slight gridding of his teeth. Not to mention the look of pure annoyance on his face.

Well, well, such a short patience, “Well, whatever, just don’t talk shit about me and we good. Who knows, I might even buy you something to eat if you’re nice, would a grain of rice do?” She smiled at him with a toothy grin.

Ok, it was full of shit, and it could not be more fake if she tried. If he could notice it he would have seen her tail swaying happily behind her.



Fiona

Oh no. “U-uhmmm, I guess it depends on the fun thing you want to show me is?” She gave him a wary grin, the worry palatable on her face. Spirits… weren’t always friendly, and if this was a Fae, well, that would be worse on so many levels. She might not be able to die but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt!

37
Nanashi

Nanashi just blinked at the….well, kind of stupidly macho display. He wasn’t even close to the most threatening thing he has seen today, and so all she could do was sigh. “You heard what I said, also, you owe me a couple of bucks.” She told him, “But really, is ‘four eyes’ really the best you could come up with?” She said chuckling a bit.

Then she held up her arms and seemed to cower in her seat. Well, it would have seemed like it if it was not for the obviously over the top voice combined with the smirk. “Oh sir priest, don’t stuff me in a locker please. I just couldn’t take it.” She pretended to be horrified milking it for all it was worth, “Oh, no please! It’s just too scary!” Then she started to snicker at him.

38
Fiona

“Well, I just wanted to be alone so I could practice, I have to keep my skills sharp you see!” She told the spirit, Oden, cheerfully as she let most of her suspicion fade away. If it wanted to hurt her it would have already. 

She then turned around and put her hand against the ancient oak she was sitting against, where the grass had turned green and vibrant by her presence, “And the woods here are so old, they make the perfect audience.” Not to mention she felt closer to the garden just by being here, it was relaxing in a way. Not like she was actually closer, it was just pure sentiment.

The rustling of leaves, the soft wind between branches, the scurrying of animals, they all calmed her.

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Nanashi

Nanashi was taking a sip of her drink, feeling the good burning as it passed down her throat, as she heard what the priest called her under his breath. She watched as the two interacted, the bar owner taking out a parchment and talking about payment. A magical contract of some kind? That seemed rather extreme. Well, whatever.

Finally, she was beginning to slow down, after having stuffed her face with half of the steak. And she slowly began to saver her drink and the meal more, eating more to enjoy then simply to fill he belly. And with her mouth no longer stuffed with food she spoke out to the priest. “Talk shit about me again and you will be eating dirt by the way.” She told him calmly while she continued to enjoy her meal.

“Hey, could I get some water?” She asked the bar owner, after her threat and the smirked. "Oh, and you might want to use something more then paper, he seems to have a hard head."




Fiona

She let herself take a breath as the spirit; it was probably a spirit of some kind with the way it changed forms so easily and how at ease it was in these ancient woods, backed away from her with a smile.

“It’s nice to meet you Oren, I am Fiona.” She introduced herself with a smile, as she rose to a stand and clasped Rose Dancer to her belt in its gun form. “Sorry if I was trespassing, the air here is just amazing. Is this place your home?”

40
Nanashi

She sighed slightly at the guy’s response. I guess that’s the way you need to think about it if you wanted to believe that a something like a god could be good. Her attention was drawn away from that thought as her food was placed in front of her.

Looking down at the food in front of her she began to dig in without hesitation. As she chewed and swallowed her she gave a thumb up to the owner. She heard the priest’s question, giving her food a few more bites she swallowed, before raising her drink and forcing the lump of meet down.

“Yes.” She told him coldly, before she continued to shovel food away like some beast, it really just hitting her how hungry she was. Bite after bite was shoveled into her mouth, chewed up, and swallowed. Occasionally, she would stop to enjoy a bit of her drink, before continue into the meal.

In addition to that she could taste the blood in the meat, and it seemed to carry the smallest traces of spiritual energy. Well, it would not mean much, but it would be nice to not feel so completely drained. And the food was good. Not the most amazing thing she has ever had, but good, about what she expected from a decent place.

There was no tofu in it after all, or barbeque sauce. That immediately prevented it from it being even near the some of the really good stuff she had. 



Fiona

“Y-yes? Yes, I am human.” She muttered a bit worried at the over eagerness of the… being in front of her. It did not seem adverse to her presence, so that was a good sign, right?  Her mind was still trying to figure out what this thing could be. A fae of some kind? Possible. An animal spirit? Just a likely. A eastern land spirit? Well, that had lass chance... hmm, what else could it be?

“Um, could you get off me, please?” She asked nicely, hoping it would comply.

41
Fiona Bacarra

Her eyes immediately widened as screamed a bit, “AHHH” only to try and back up, only to realize her back was against a wall.

But she didn't attack her, she just talked, thanking her for the berries. And then she got a better look at the woman that was in place of the wolf. Well, more precisely she noticed the horns. She wracked her mind, trying to think of something that could fit those criteria.

And she did, but she had nothing to go on to narrow it down, and so she shifted her scythe into its gun mode, keeping it in her hand. “Thanks?” She replied tensely, “Umm, if you don’t mind me asking… but you’re not human, right?”



Nanashi

“I have no idea. I only know what I know because I have seen things. Who knows, maybe there is a grand plan that requires so much suffering and pain, which the cruelty is a part of.” She muttered bitterly. She doubted he would react well to her telling him that her mom was basically a god, or at least a god like being.

She loved her mom, she owed her a lot as well, but damn if she wanted to know how something like that thinks, she has only seen a glimpse of what they experience. Just trying to remember it, trying to visualize it... it was hell. “I don’t think anything but something like a god can understand what they think.”

She then looked for the bartender, "Uhh, can I have my drink? Please?"

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Fiona Bacarra

“Hahaha” Fiona began to laugh as the wolf pushed its head to her, seemingly looking for the berries into her other hand. “Alright, alright, you can have some, calm down.” She spoke to the wolf jovially.

She put her hand up to the wolf’s mouth, putting it right so it could eat at the berries, while her other one began to softly pet the wolf. It was a bit more energetic then animals normally were around her, but she supposed this was fine. Not to mention she was sure that wolves did not eat berries, or at least search out for them like this. Apparently she was wrong.



Nanashi

“Is it really not obvious that they are?” Nanashi questioned. “Even yours, while apparently kind, is capable of being so damn cruel.” Her hand grasped her scarf a bit more tightly.

Her mom was the same, actually liking humans and yet she for some reason made a promise to not interfere with the human world, to interfere with human lives. She couldn’t even help them because of that, no matter who they were. It pissed her off just remembering it.

Her fingers had since stop taping the bar and instead taken to scratching at it, but her frustration was not shown on her face. “Most are the same, called protectors of a group, but let them suffer. So much power, but they never use it.”

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Fiona Bacarra

She was calm and relaxed, taking in the cool and fresh air around her. She was softly humming as she popped another berry into her mouth, enjoying the sweet juices filling her mouth. It was… nice to get away from the city and to just enjoy nature for a bit. It was relaxing.

She stretched a bit and let out a yawn, before noticing the patting of paws on the ground. She looked up, only to see what could only be a wolf approach her. It was large for one, but and it had slightly raggedy brown fur. Giggling slightly she held out her empty hand in a welcoming gesture. “Aww, don’t worry, come closer.” She told it happily, welcoming it.

Its been a long time since she has seen an actual wolf and not a werewolf of some kind, probably since she obtained the animal blessing.

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Nanashi

She grimaced at the man’s loud laughter. She was not expecting it and damn he could be loud. Her poor ears.

“I don’t need to believe when I know gods exist.” She told him, a bitter tone in her mouth, her hand absentmindedly fiddling with her cyan blue scarf. Her eyes scanned the bar, annoyed that she still hasn’t brought her drink. She didn’t tell him that if his god did exist it would probably not be what he thought it was. “They tend to be dicks.”

The food she understood, but at least get her drink damn it. And now she had to deal with this guy sitting next to her. Today was just getting better. At least she could hope that cross wasn’t blessed.

Her ears twitched as she heard the sounds of cooking, feeling her stomach rumble.



Fiona Bacarra

She looked at the dragon with a sad smile, “Sorry, but I probably should go. I have been putting some things off to much.” She spun around a bit, before stopping, “Oh, I have an idea.” she mumbled, reaching to her cloak.

From there she pulled out a small sprig of Alfalfa, its purple flowers in full bloom and abnormally bright. “I carry around some of this for good like” She told him, it was a little white lie, but it was the thought that mattered, “It brings good luck.”

Then she walked over to the dragon, and using its soft and loose stalk she tied to one of his spikes. “There,” She said satisfied while nodding, “for good luck.”

She then smiled. “I hope we can see each other against soon. It was nice to meet you.”



She had since separated from the dragon, and from there she searched for a place to practice. It was not long until her crows reported a forest, a place filled with power and life. The choice where to practice was obvious. She had reached it quickly though her blessing.

That is why she was currently, standing in the middle of a small clearing, some of her crows sitting on the branches in the woods. It was… abnormally warm compared to the rest of the nexus. The trees were thick, and there were stories trapped within their bark. Ancient echoes, ancient powers, ancient tales.

She took a few deep breaths, calming her nerves, and in her hands something appeared. A long staff, decorated with a cross and roses, with an odd headpiece that was vaguely like a blade.  She spun it, it dancing across her fingers with expert skill. Light and warm, the staff hummed in her hands, and then, from both sides of the head blades appeared, one larger than the other, taking the shape of a crescent moon.

And she continued to spin it, it danced, guiding though the air leaving a trace of red as it began to increase in speed. It danced between her arms, using her neck and movements of her body to guide it. Like a dancer. She moved elegantly, roses softly dancing from her form, as a cloud of red surrounded her, the spinning scythe only being a blur. From the dirt below her, small spouts could be seen, as she stepped and danced.

Her face was still, warm but calm, strict but soft. It was the picture of grace and focus. And so she continued to dance. The blade moving faster and faster, until, eventually, she reached the end. She spun, the scythe in both hands as she danced, until she finished with a flourish, the blade in the air, the shaft at a diagonal across her chest, and her feet slightly spread, one before the other.

Taking deep breaths, she lowered her scythe, relaxing slightly, letting some of her energy return. Mentally she searched the garden, looking for something soft to eat, and in it she found a berry. In a glow of green, a few appeared in her hands. They looked like raspberries, but they seemed to be filled with some energy, from the place they were grown.

Then she moved over to one of the large trees and sat down against it, and slowly began to eat at the berries she found, relaxing before she began her practice again. 


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Nanashi

Nanashi sighed, letting her annoyance spill out slightly, “Ok so we are doing this then?” Nanashi said dryly as she raised herself to a proper sitting position, this guy was going to take some focus to deal with. She began to stretch out a bit, rolling her shoulders when she was done, something to stave of the exhaustion a bit.

Then she looked over to him, glancing at him with one eye as her right hand began to absentmindedly tap on the bar, “But aren’t priests supposed to be celibate? Are you really willing to turn away from your god like that?” She asked him a bit cold. “From what I know, he can be rather vicious, ten plagues, flooding the earth, eternal torture and damnation, you know, that kind of thing.”

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