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Irene

She sighed deeply, revolt cooling despite the woman's continued rabbling. "Perhaps he should consider moving then," Irene rebutted, combing back her fringe with her fingers. She'd heard these arguments before and they never thought things through. "Two wrongs don't make a right regardless."

The adventurer walked past the aggressive posturing to lower her head apologetically to Julius. "Forgive my conduct, Julius. I was inappropriately incensed. There's no need to worry, I'll take care of his injuries before the police come to collect."

"And, the pushing is very uncalled for, madam," she added, scathingly scrutinizing the protester from the corner of her eye. The store manager, caught like a rabbit staring at the disagreement of three wolves, shuffled uncomfortably in place.

1307
Irene

More than one thing about this woman's words rankled within Irene, such that she turned her head from the shop owner at once. What kind of travesty was she spouting? Or was she a great actor, and her tone just a mere joke? If anyone had to be outraged here, it was the vampire for having to listen to this insane apologia.

"I'm sorry, do you have tart for brains, or is there a punchline we're waiting for?" Irene asked, vitriolic old accent slipping into her tone. "If he didn't want to get hurt, maybe he shouldn't have infringed on other people's rights. It's just fair game, right? You shit on other people, you deserve to be shat on."

Or removed and squashed, like a parasite. She knew a few things about that.

1308
Lucy

"Far better a savage universe with happy end than a happy universe with no hope, hmm? But what if there's already a happy end in mind? What if those starry eyes see less than you think?" Fingers prodded Raf's side. Then they began to tickle her.

Rafalia

"If that's the truth, it'll be obvious eventually, so, hehe, stop - hyaheheHEeh -"

Rafalia's solemn composure crumbled as the words trailed off into laughter, her shoulders shaking like a flower rustled by a playful wind.

"I'm trying to have some gravitas here!" She snapped from the tickling, with a smile ringing from her voice and leaning forward as they jumped the distance between two more buildings. "Surely you can think of more impressive things to do than make me laugh?"

The night was long, and Rafalia could thing of few better ways to know someone than through their actions.

1309
Rafalia

"I have no lack of empathy!" She leaned back against Lucy, tilting her head for herself but frowning. "Although, it doesn't settle? It shaped who I am, I know what it is and I remember it always, but it doesn't push me forward."

Rafalia flicked the reins of her steed, and they started to trot under the sky again. She had always been looking for something since she returned from the lands beyond, and her empty heart would not let her forget it.

"That's why you got it wrong Lucy," she said, chuckling. "It's this world that has to show me what really matters."

1310
Lucy

"The fact that you're married just makes it exciting! Devotion doesn't necessitate faithfulness after all, and romantic dramas are always the most interesting ones. And you can call me Lucy. Or anything especially lewd. Either is good." The hands were now cupping Raf's mounds, working their way under her bra and lightly teasing her nipples.

"Well, maybe you're right. Not *all* of it. But that's what you're here for, isn't it? This world is the perfect stage for your performance." Then those lips sealed themselves on part of the excrucian's sensitive neck. Sucking hard, intent on leaving a mark.

Rafalia

The rider's skin was smooth and cold to the touch, tingling at this devilish girl's touches. Rafalia clicked her teeth sonorously and reached under the uniform to grab the wandering hands with eerie strength. "I'm not interested in being a protagonist to one, I'm afraid. And I know the music you're playing, but I don't know you yet, Lucy."

Her voice was sharp as a knife, but her face was perfectly friendly as she pulled those arms out of her clothes. Her attention, rather than on the lewd insistence, was on the last set of words.

"But, perhaps it's as you say," she answered, starry eyes surveying a sky only slightly dulled by the lights of the city. "Why I am left here, at a veritable oasis of existence that does not have any reason of its own to be."

1311

Julius

The gentleman unveiled his whip to catch the other ruffian who was gathering the loot offguard, wrapping the whip around his body and restraining him like with a rope. Seems like Irene dealt with the other criminal quite... effectively. Though maybe cracking his bone was a bit too much. Looks like she didn't know her strength.

The whimpering burglar surrended in pain, and it was all over quite soon as they got properly tied up, Julius calling for the police with the phone on the wall, who would pick up those two... eventually. Waiting for the arrival of whoever was the owner or manager of the shop, he commented: "That was quite... violent. You sure have a lot of strength, lady Irene."

Irene

She sat on an untouched store counter as Julius took care of things, smiling serenely at his cool-headed appraisal. "Some scum only learn that way. Don't worry, he'll just be eating from a straw for a tad," she reassured him. Humans were stubborn animals, and without an example they could forget the most trivial lessons easily. That man would remember, every time his jaw ached and her frown reappeared on his mind.

"Honestly, how can we possibly improve when our dregs insist on lowering themselves and others to such unkind straits." Irene spoke, voice turned inwards in contemplation more than towards her companion.

A proper but nervously bespectacled person approached them, surely the one in charge of the store, and Irene jumped off to greet them apologetically before she had the chance to explain her thoughts.

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Lucy

Lucy's tongue flicked over the the other girl's ear. "Oh, now look at you! So serious. How are we supposed to have any fun if you're going to act your age? That would be so boring." That definitely didn't stop her hands from slipping under the excrucian's clothes with experienced finesse as she slowly traced the girl's curves upwards.

"Blah blah, Creation is worse than nothing, something new can be built, but what's now is beautiful, blah blah, and we settle on the fact that there's a world with nothing to prove or be except itself. So since we got that out of the way we can get to the fun stuff."

Rafalia

She leaned back against the cheeky offender at the ministrations. "You know I'm spoken for, but I suppose that doesn't bug you," Rafalia said, letting out a wistful sigh. Maybe her hubby would take it as an excuse to 'punish' her when she found her way back. She had done it the other way around for his overly affectionate patron, and it had been fun.

... it couldn't be more impossible than a long list of things she could name to have borne witness to, but the glaring impression of uncertainty lingered on the edge of her mind.

"Hmm, I'm not sure that's all true for the Nexus." The excrucian crooned, looking back at her passenger. "But before I become boresome again, what should I call you?"

1313
Lucy

Then Lucy laughed. A triumphant sound that was as clear as the blaring of a trumpet at the conclusion of a battle. "Your heart is such a difficult thing to wrangle, Raf. It must have taken a miracle to slip a chain around your hollow self. I admire him for it."

For now the Messengers withdrew their intrusive mental footholds as she continued, uncaring of the slightest degree of tension in the air. "But you know me, Raf. Even the riders must pray to me. The tower that is Victory rests its foundation on my soul and my dominion is Conquest." She bites the excrucian's neck, just hard enough to leave a bit of a mark on her skin but still soft enough to send shivers up anyone's spine.

"And lo and behold, I find a rider kissed by evil. Can you blame me for attempting this little campaign?" Pressing her palm to the girl's face for another kiss.

Rafalia

The Warmain smiled thinly, her expression an unconquered challenge from the beyond. A sigh was held back from the snip on her neck, and instead a ghostly giggle left her throat. "Mmm. Like unbelievers putting their faith in a liar god despite crusading to tear down reality. Hilarious, isn't it? But if you're right, then you would know."

She broke the skin of that soft hand with teeth uncaring of propriety and slid her tongue against sweet blood. "There is no more fault in your attempt than the plight of those who fell for our war," she said, cold breath against this one's hand. "But some things must not be. Those that succeed regardless, are as you say, miracles."

The tension between them unwound a little at least as the stars in Rafalia's eyes calmed.

1314
Irene

It was unfortunate that low grade street scum seemed intent on ruining her day. She hated to have a good mood spoiled by those who didn't know what they were getting into. Calmly, she closed the distance between her and the robber standing watch, who readied his baseball bat as she approached, no doubt sneering under the mask.

"Walk away, before you get hurt," he snapped. To that, as soon as she was in arm's reach she simply responded with a question.

"Did you not hear the gentleman?" Her closed fist flew, and before the crook could even express surprise he was loudly backhanded, careening to the ground with a bone-cracking smack. "Surrender."

1315
Rafalia

She shuddered at the touches, distracted but not convinced. Not even her words, the poetry of creation that the Warmain could see unfold before her eyes, or the song of a universe that never was swallowed in the waves of the outside, could grab her, though it told her of familiar things from eons past.

Something else did. It crawled and wrapped itself softly over her heart, like a promise began to tighten around her spirit. And it slipped around the empty space and clattered uselessly into oblivion.

"That rider could have been me, but she is not," she said, grabbing her passanger's free hand from her waist and kissing the back of it. "You didn't answer my question. I'm waiting."

Lamps down in the street flickered awake, almost as careful as the rider's tone.

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Rafalia

She chuckled and spurred her steed into a light trot, accepting the girl's physical closeness for now. "I am indeed, but who are you? Or what, should I say?" The faerie rider asked.

Then, with a commanding cry, they leaped over a gate and jumped off the cracked end of a tiled roof, reaching the low roofs of this residential neighborhood with a graceful echo.

"You speak well, but you don't make sacred what you say. I've known liars who could convince the sea it was only salt, and for lack or trying or want, you are not among them."


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Rafalia

The excrucian tilted her head curiously at this seemingly normal girl bearing an unusually impassible soul. She was no one she knew (she thought), but she spoke like they were familiar with each other. And perhaps this pretty face did know her, and Rafalia simply hadn't noticed. She could be lying too, but oh, she knew just what to say and how to appear to make a bored fairy happy.

She stroke the neck of her mount gently, smiling down at her. "So nice you are. I'm glad to see someone who's not afraid of them be so honest," she said, letting the cover upon her true orbs be blinked away. "But you'll have to forgive me. Even if I was sorry, I don't remember you! Maybe you can help me out?"

She extended a gentlemanly, gloved hand to the girl.

1318
Rafalia

She let out a breezy 'hmph' at the dark avatar's shameless lairing. "Don't be too much of a lazybones, or I might throw you to the sharks to see how you fare," she said, dropping a pillow on top of the bundle that was his form beneath the covers. But she could let him sleep for now. Maaaayyyybe some soft, forgiving and sentimental part of her thought he deserved it.

That didn't mean she was gonna stay here and get bored. Methuselah could deal with any questions from the landlady if she was filled in with the basics. Call it 'rent'.



Rafalia hardly noticed until now, but it had gotten late while she was out playing with Methuselah. Dusk was falling over the sky, letting the strong reds and yellows of the sun melt into the horizon, casting long shadows on her walk. The coming of darkness called to her like family, the likely reason for her restless mood even after a day of cavorting with the divine and the monstrous.

Her steed carried her quietly over the broadwalk, ignoring the occasional odd look as they wandered through greener streets and she waved at the owners of the local shops they passed, as they prepared for the night or readied to close for the day.

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Irene

"I've dealt with harder things than rowdy neighbors. I'll be fine." Besides, she could always help clean up the streets while she was there. The adventurer then addressed the barman and paid for both of their drinks. "Help yourself to the tip. I'll be back when I can find the mood and time."

As he polited thanked them for their patronage, she proceeded to get up and wait for Julius. "Shall we, good sir?"

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Irene

She slid a finger over her lips while looking straight ahead in thought, then looked back at Julius with a chuckle. "Could I count on you to point me somewhere then? It would be very helpful."

She called out to the barman for the bill, pulling the wallet she'd obtained out of her vest.

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