Auspicious Breeze
"Hehe~"
Breeze was a-okay with kisses from girls like this! And she knew, because she'd try her very best, that she would figure out what was going on between Mordred and Oren and help them put things right. They'd definitely be friends, at least. Speaking of Mordred...
The Chosen of the Sun turned to watch the cute blond sorceress (?) charge up her awesome light spell. All of her senses told Auspicious Breeze that it was something dangerous, but she knew Michael could handle it and Mordred wouldn't kill him even if he couldn't so it'd all be okay. Then they could get down to the training... and other things.
You know, if there were any. She hoped so.
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Gadreel
Well, this unfortunate approximation of a welcome was to be expected once the venue was taken into consideration. Gadreel looked to the security providers directing firearms in his general direction, and chose to politely keep his hands to his sides in an effort to avoid provoking them. Their weapons were of course unlikely to be the cause of any meaningful damage to his flesh, but the exiled angel preferred to avoid diminishing the human race's capacity for trained violence unnecessarily.
Who knew what manner of monstrosity they would need to protect themselves against later?
I do hope you have capacity to influence them, Forest, that we might pass without creating a commotion?
If not, then he would have to proceed in a more direct fashion.
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Muramasa Katase
The demon's puppet quickly pulled a volume from the small collection available to her, but the fiction bored her as quickly as fiction always had. There was just something lacking in it. Applicability, perhaps? Katase preferred texts that were more informative on those rare occasions she stopped to read at all. The more she understood of the world around her the better her phantasms could become; they were limited by the extent of her comprehension.
Perhaps if she understood magnetism or metallurgy more she could have prevented her most recent victim from taking away that which mattered most to her in the moment. If she had a way to resist being controlled by that electricity, to remain in place and steadfast in her defense, then the world would not now be a nightmare Muramasa Katase wished to wake from.
Her latest wielder's words emphasized that reality for her, but the sword's puppet smiled with nary a trace of falsehood to be found. It was a simple expression, really. "Yes, I suppose you will find that one a little more... flexible for your purposes. The shrine maiden to whom it belonged was one of the more difficult women to ever attempt to defeat me. Such a selfish creature, too..."
Then again, most humans were that way. At least Mitsuba kept her word.
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Ron
To his credit, the werewolf really had meant to take advantage of his moment of clarity and stop this before it escalated any further. Then Shinobu made her ridiculous, or at least ridiculously hot, offer to him.
How do I explain this to Anne later? Yes dear, I'm sorry, it's just that there was a really hot elder vampire who was offering herself and her apprentice up on a golden platter - yes I meant gold, remember it hurts to touch silver now - and I really couldn't resist. Riku totally led me into temptation.
Still, he was the one to turn around and try to kiss the damned master vampire. Damn him, but the touches and smells and everything won out in the end.
