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Where the blondes head had rushed to had not been something that Gaius had considered at all, but like any man he could hardly not oblige such an obvious request. All sparked by a shirt being flopped gingerly on the stairs. A cloth bound invitation with all the meaning of a largely written letter of excruciating detail, one that the man sat in a stupor as he read the situation for a bit longer then you'd expect a bit shocked. PH

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"Voyeurism." Came Arsine's amused reply, she slowly cupped her hands and picked up some water, letting it fall over her head. "Just an observation, Bael." Again with the small shot at the man, an amused tone. Maybe this is why she didn't flee. Even has he moved further away Arsine couldn't help but shift closer. Toes barely touching the bottom of the spring as she closed the gap between them. She was right in front of him. Perched right in front of his bent knee, she could practically pull him in if she so chose, and the temptation was there. He still smelt like wet grass. He was looking

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Luke went back to continue his rescue quest. He picked back up at where he and Aisha had taken the lead, quickly leaving behind Fang and Wato, as well as Norio. Luke was surprised at how willing Norio was to hang back and preoccupy Minnat while they got away, although he had done something similar in the past. Some people were predisposition to play the hero. He didn't know why he criticized Norio so much, maybe it was because they weren't so different. All he knew was that, right now, he was glad to have him on his side. Between himself, Norio, Aisha, Wato, and now Fang? The group might

What started as a dreary day had become far more involved, as it seemed that her rather lax and absentee apprentice had actually decided to show up for work. For once. "Glad you could finally show up, Samantha." Simmone scorned with a small bite of irritation on her tone, given how aloof the girl was. "The twins can certainly use your help organizing. My bathtub is full of suits of armor." She remarked limply, reclining on her red sofa as she searched the girls expression. Something was off, obtuse about the way she was carrying herself. As if this wasn't to show up and pull her weight, a fact

Wondering to the Odyssey, today what the day. It was eating her alive every time she say Simmone which was daily so even if she masked it, the little thought was always there. Simmone was the first that Sam had ever connected with in the game, worked under the woman and she even became her mentor. Always feeling like she had a connection with this woman, at one point even a crush that she never wanted to explore afraid of loosing what they had. Then fates interfered, showed her things and helped her with explaining the truth behind everything that she was feeling. Sometimes she wished that she

At first he locks his gaze to hers, like he was unsure what he wanted. Then he reacts and kisses her back, her mind goes blank as she closes her eyes. Getting dipped as he engulfs her in passion. Heart is pounding faster than ever as every emotion that she never thought she would feel again comes to light. Nervousness, excitement, warmth, the craving of thirst of wanting more than what was being gave. He would raise her up in a twirl, she couldn't figure out whether or not to be happy and cry. When he scatters the kibble on the floor, she would stand there in almost shock trying to figure out

This OP is intended to be a space to tell short narrative segments between characters that are not large enough to be a thread on their own, as such its easier to get the lead out mentally and just wrap them all up in the same space. The floor is variable based on need for the story being told and is why the number for the floor is 'delta' Floor 8 - The Black Odyssey (No Mans Land) The scampering and parading of Moro and Maru work like a fresh pot of coffee, a level of motions and sounds to personify a brand new morning. Simmone sat dreary eyed and listless, staring out the window of

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Bael watched her as she spoke, his crimson eyes faintly aglow in the steam curling up from the spring. Her words carried the familiar defiance of someone clinging to normalcy in a place that had none. He found himself studying her gestures, the way her hands cut through the air when she grew frustrated, the flicker of humor and irritation that traded places behind her eyes. Despite everything, she still felt human. That was rare here. Dangerous, too. He took a slow step closer, boots crunching lightly against the gravel. "You misunderstand," he said, voice low but edged with something lik

He would look around to what she was referring to until he saw Pingu. "Oh. This is Pingu, my familiar. Pingu, meet Aeva." He would smile slightly as he would start by picking her up. He sat Pingu down on the countertop until he would adjust slightly on the other side. Right hand would start by gathering the cups and started by pouring mocha in the bottom. He soon would push steam down from his personal milk steamer to clear a pathway for it all. He looked at her and smiled slightly. "I got her here on the fourth floor." He casually waited until the steaming was done and soon would start

Arsine found the man odd. He seemed almost insatiable in the way he approached those other players, a small part of her told her to leave. There was something clearly wrong with this man, he was not safe. He killed, she had been witness to several of them. So then, why did she stay? “Why observe me?” Arsine chanced to ask. She opened her eyes and watched him walk the outside of the small spring, she had to turn her body round to keep him in her sights. “It goes off at night.” She said, hints of amusement in her tone as she lifted a hand to brush her hair back. Her soft green eyes regarded

Bael's head tilted slightly as Arsine spoke, her dry wit filtering through the steam like a breeze through smoke. "If you want peek, will cost you." The words carried no fear, just that teasing cadence of hers, one part mockery, one part warning. He couldn't help the quiet sound that escaped him, a low, rough chuckle that reverberated in his chest. "You overestimate my curiosity," he replied evenly, though the smirk that lingered on his lips said otherwise. He rose from his crouch and began to circle the perimeter of the spring, boots pressing against the damp ground with deliberate calm.

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"If you want peek, will cost you." Arsine muttered as she heard heavy footsteps approach. "Must warn, have modesty filter on, still more than you deserve to see." Arsine made it a habit it turn it on and off during the day and evenings, and it seemed to have been a good call. Not the first time someone tried to take a peek at her - and then yesterday at the docks with the mimic. Her odd habit saving her much grace in those times. Then, she heard that low growl of a voice. "Ah." Still not moving, she acknowledged who he has. "May need a different name for you. Not sleeping beast." Arsine

Bael had followed at a distance, his boots silent against the soft earth, eyes fixed on the faint shimmer of her cursor ahead. She walked like someone who had accepted the game's cruelty long ago, each step deliberate, neither defiant nor fearful. Her orange cursor pulsed softly in the dim light, a warning to others, an invitation to him. He watched her pause by the river, dipping a cloth into the water, cleaning her face with slow, methodical motions. She didn't bother to hide her disgust for the slime or the grime, nor did she rush the task. There was something in the rhythm of her move

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