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Irene

These idiots thought she couldn't hear them talking, or they just didn't care. At least they weren't so dense they couldn't recognize the obvious flaws in this brilliant plan. To be perfectly frank, Irene wanted nothing more than to tear them a new one, but the situation was dire enough without her temper. She hadn't lived this long without learning caution, and caution dictated she didn't give the imbeciles what they wanted.

The store owner swallowed dry, looking up hesitantly at her. "T-they're on the way, but -"

He was interrupted by Irene picking him up like a sack of potatos and securing him with her unblemished arm, having discarded the now useless fire extinguisher outside. "Good. But we're leaving early."

The man didn't get the chance to yelp or call out for his business before she carried him and the cumbersome block of ice tied with stretched veins to the back and kicked in the door to the inside of the building. Cutting off before the back entrance to go up the stairs.

A moment later, they jumped off the roof. Irene folded her body, nailing her feet on the wall of the next building over, dug into cement like hiking picks, supporting her entire body weight and her cargo through her refined control of her muscles and center of gravity. She shushed her conscious passenger with a hiss before she began to vertically climb in earnest, planning on going over and escaping through the tall roofs.

"Call the police too."

"I hope someone's going to compensate me for this," he responded, nodding helplessly.

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Hazel

Hazel looked at the girl in front of her and sighed.  I am not an anarchist, she thought. It was probably best to just let her believe what she wants.  No need to explain anything to strangers. Well, not anymore.

The gangster placed a hand on her hip and said, "Well, I think we both know where this is going.  If you want to keep fighting me, go ahead.  But, you will just end up like your friend over there."

Suddenly, a loud screeching sound echoed through the city streets.  A black honda flew down the street, stopping next to the group with a jerk.  The passenger door swung open, revealing a man in a white gee with blond hair.  "Boss!" Ryuji said, stepping out of the car and waving his hand.

Irene

She could pick up her suffering self and her designated minion and go. It was obvious to Irene she wasn't willing to put more on the line this time with her current injuries. Even if she could defeat them utterly. Tense seconds unfolded, as blood and flesh scattered along the scene flowed and slithered towards Irene, whipping as though they were alive to weave into the severed end of her arm.

"Suit yourself." Irene said, running past while carrying the frozen Julius. Dashing with barely contained lividity behind the counter of the robbed store to find the owner, crouched and clutching a phone. She pulled up to him with a sharp frown and commanding eyes, and despite her still reforming arm demanded simply, "Hospital. Directions and ambulance, now."

If Julius had been honest with her about what this city was used to, they ought to have the conditions to make sure he got out of the ice fine. But she needed to get there first.

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Hazel

To her surprise, the blond did not dodge her assault, instead offering himself up in order to give the girl an oppertunity to attack.  Taking the bait, wrapped her arms and legs around his body.  A layer of ice encased his skin, freezing him in place.

The second the cute blond was turned into a frozen statue, the girl's nails dug into her torso.  Some dug into her back, others into her arm.  Before the tendrils could follow up however, her body evaporated into smoke, leaving behind the nails and a few drops of her blood.  The smoke moved around the girl, gathering next to the scared man behind her.

"I am done," she said.

Irene

The vampire clicked her tongue and pulled herself to Julius's freshly frozen body by wrapping her veins around the ice instead, quickly turning to their foe, her guard up. The cold that had sealed her partner was terrifying, but she didn't allow her face to show any anxiety. With how quickly he was frozen his functions might only be suspended for the time being, and for now he wasn't bleeding out further.

"And now what, miss anarchist?" She asked, keeping her guard up while her eyes zipped between the woman, the frightened man she'd made this mess over, and the now missing store owner.

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Irene

The anarchist had underestimated both her and Julius, and now the vampire's trickery laid itself. From multiple directions, the nails of her severed fingers were propelled by pressurized blood like bullets towards the witch's sides. At the same time, tendrils erupted from Irene's sizzling stump like vicious whips, aiming to wrap around and dig into her while she hesitated.

Would they get her this time? Or would she escape? Either way, to wound her again was almost assured.

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Rafalia

"Boring." The excrucian accused him. Just as swift as he advanced, her weapon was in her hand and swung in a merciless arc. William's power was met with an edge that tolerated no miracles or wishes, and it was carved apart.

The darkness dispersed into specks, and Rafalia's eyes waited behind it. But this time, there was no shred of relatability or safety in them. Infinite menace fell on the room, like a lightless ocean bursting free of the illusion of a dam. Like any sea, it crushed all light beneath it. A common man would sink and never come up. A god would be forced to understand, paralyzed under the realization of all that was beyond them.

"It's a shame," she said, taking the moment to dash to the window and jump. Glass shards rained down, and her steed ran out of the castle's shadow to catch her.

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Rafalia

Disinterested, she wrapped her fingers around a handful of dirt and allowed it to slip through her fingers. Rafalia hummed at the dust and walked to the shelves, to touch softly down the spine of an old book.

"You shouldn't," the excrucian retorted. "All I care here is to witness those who will rally against you. I wish to see if they will break against you, or you will end them first. And if you will surrender before you break."

Their eyes met again. "I have no need or desire to make chaos. Your prerogative alone will send waves through this city. I just want to watch the splashes, whatever the conclusion may be."

Her soul was prepared for destruction. Her blade was ready to tear free of this life those who would prove themselves. But for now, she did not hunger for action.

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Rafalia

Before her back met the ground, she caught herself with her hands and flipped through a silent headstand before jumping back to her feet. Rafalia shook her head, combing back her ivory locks with a stone-like smile. If William was disappointed, then she didn't even have the mirth to be mocking in response.

"You betray yourself by those words," she offered, gesturing soulessly to him. Vaguery to the point of uselessness, and debunking questions that were not raised. Looking only within for answers that should satisfy all. "Who are you trying to convince?"

Her covered hand set itself in a fist, then fell back to her side and she chuckled deeply. "But I know the measure of your want now. And I look forward to the fires it will ignite." And to see his own endure, or sputter.

"Now then, I should take care of this in earnest," the excrucian clapped her hands excitedly, just as the servants began to return with the dirt she asked for. "Perfect."

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Rafalia

"Overlords exist for two reasons. To be dethroned, or to prove that the struggle against the unfairness of the world is worthless," she said plainly. Rafalia's unblinking expression locked onto him like a statue. "And you will accept neither." Her eyelashes fluttered like curtains, an ocean of nothingness flirting with the mage's perception behind them.

The truth didn't lie in what people accepted, but that was enough for them.

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Rafalia

"Oh, I see," she spoke, not breaking eye contact one bit. "I don't think you meet the denseness requirements. Or fit the profile for the unabashed ray of charming sunshine. But maybe you've been concealing your foolhardiness all along!"

Rafalia let one hand loose from his shoulders to cross a finger against his lips. "Nonetheless, I'll have to disappoint you, I'm spoken for."

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Rafalia

His impetus took her by surprise, but Rafalia giggled into the dance steps, accompanying William with a spring in her twirls. As he dipped her waist down and loomed over her, she calmly analysed his face. It was a soft, but handsome examplar, chiseled to an almost boyish but cunning beauty. It was nothing like Alaric's, but it made her think of him and smile.

"I am a faerie, of course. But I am also a trial, and the executioner who reigns over it. What about you? Are you a lawgiver, a leader? A hero?"

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Rafalia

She spun on her heels, nodding patiently with a finger over pursed lips. "I could have a nap instead, but I don't know when I'd be done exactly, and it would just be unprofessional to sleep on the job. Soil's more consistent to work with."

Walking between the bookcases, she wiped a gloved finger over the spine of a book and then through the dirty shelf, smudging a film of dust on it. Rafalia whistled and spread the dust on her palm before rubbing her hands together.

"I can do something with all the dust though, since the shelves need cleaning!" She said, unlinking her hands to show a simple figure of metallic string spun between her fingers.

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Rafalia

She chuckled, following his lead. "I'll praise a man who won't let beauty overwhelm his judgement," Rafalia said. "At much as your cultured tongue tells me."



As they pushed the doors to the division open, the faerie ran inside, casting her gaze around the dusty and haphazard rows of the library and its lines of books upon books, each more obscure and specific than the previous. She hummed like a deeply pondering judge, digesting the light that the room had and how its traits lined up with the objects it was filled by.

"Splendid library you have here!" She exclaimed, before turning around to face William. "I'm going to need like two carts of dirt for this."

Easier than sorting through her apocalyptic daydreams and comforting nightmares, at least.




Irene

No you weren't! Rounds dug into her body as she interjected into the attemped dive and stood before Julius, but she strained through it and grasped the end of the fire extinguisher harder between her teeth as she squeezed the lever. A cloud of the thick drying agent swelled like a wall in front of the witch turned mist, hopefully enough to stop her advance.

If she backed away now, before the limb was free from the ice, there would be a chance to deal a decisive strike. In the heat of battle there was no time to chat, but the adventurer's entire trust was deposited on Julius's support. His quick wits were still necessary.

The stray fingers of Irene's wasted arm quivered in anticipation as they fell, just pieces of gore in the wind. Guided by the solid frozen arm, they aimed.

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Irene

She paid no heed to the compliment, and followed the woman's steps with frenzied haste. Her lips quirked upwards as Julius took aim and dared through the path of the fire to keep up with their adversary. She wasn't allowing her to widen the distance between them again. If the anarchist tried to directly avoid the hail of hot lead, she was ready to lunge through stray bullets to cut her off.

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Rafalia

The rider crossed her arms in unflappable reproach, closing her eyes for a moment. "Such finely honed slander against my skills!" She said, shaking her head before she broke into an easy smile. When she opened her eyes again, violet orbs looked at William and not windows beyond the universe.

"But your want is acceptable. Point me to an area of this castle then, and I shall demonstrate!"

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Irene

There was nothing good promised by the anarchist's words on the phone, but her distracted back was the best target Irene could possibly hope for in these circumstances. It was the time for her to direct all the pressure in her blood down the only limb she had aimed vaguely in the witch's direction, like arming a violent weapon. Irene would wreck this sod, or she'd waste herself trying.

Her inhuman body made do on the intent.

A cannonball of flesh and bone blasted free from tissue and the ice exploded with a thunderous crack. Mist and blood blew from it in a cloud as frozen fragments flew. A murderous shadow moved swiftly in the haze despite its stump of a limb, torn fingers and gnashed pieces of which rose and floated in the air from the force that detached it.

Head-sized blocks of ice were kicked like blurs at their conjurer, and Irene ran out of the curtain of bloody mist from the side, close to the ground like a rushing wolf. Zooming through the distance between them, the vampire flicked the safety pin off and opened the fire extinguisher to cover the woman, grasping the hose with her sharp teeth.

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