Demian

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Though the rain continued, he found it lighter, easier now. Almost as though the ink was willing to slough off his form with the dark tarp around his figure, though Daemien could feel the cold of the liquid seep into the material and chill him to his very core. He huffed, that animalistic exhale, eyes scanning the environment around him for any trace of higher ground -- and he would find it upon the mountaintops nearby. But that was absurd. In clear daylight? The growing flood by his feet was one factor to worry about, he was certain, however higher ground without any shelter spelled of a

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So it was there, then, that he would have to decide on his next course of action. Gradually, as the pool of shadows only but shivered at his feet, Daemien was slowly swiping off the grime that had slathered upon his figure, wrestling with the attempt in futility that was ignoring the windows of red and black appearing before him of the ink's origins. When the man was certain of his cleanliness, he stuck his head out the cavern's entrance, an uneasy eye scanning the surroundings for any signs of shelter whilst he was on the move. --And the storm continued to rage on, droplets of black hitt

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Cardinal could have him run forever, if it wished to. It was easier now, having gotten used to the way his limbs moved in tandem with the system, but the sting of the ink would but slow him down eventually -- he knew with a gaze shot towards the skies. Now, the downpour was growing dark enough to cloud the world in hazy smears and streaks of void. A shelter somewhere that wasn't outdoors was his best bet, but there was little to trust about architecture and natural caverns alike. He took the latter when he spotted an entrance, however. Like a wet dog coming out from a pool, Daemien shook

It was like thunder playing with lightning, their chase. Where droplets of amorphous liquid would pelt the ground, Daemien had thoroughly managed to avoid its spots, only suffering from the flecks of marsh that had managed to hit his form through recoil from ground contact. Muddied in tar and liquid void, the man raced through the shadowed canopies, the layout of the second floor but a track unveiled in his mind, just as he was searching for an appropriate hideaway somewhere out in the wilderness. But it would be futile, Daemien knew. When Cardinal wanted something done, it was easy for i

"It's done, Bistro." The slow descent of the man down the steps was only a brief relief for the alchemist to pull her vision away from her work. A steeled gaze, hazed over with distraction settled on a set of fresh, lazy magentas. From Daemien's chest, the potion bottles pressed close to his arm were pulled away from him one at a time, glass clinking heavy on the broker's wooden workspace. When he'd completed his gift giving, he gave his company a curt nod. "Extras, from the last set you'd handed me. Guess I'm a returning customer from here on out."

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When inky soot fell upon his doorstep, it was all the chef could do to look up towards the oncoming torrent. Darkness. A hurricane devoid of life as far as his eye could see. A puddle formed near him. Daemien gingerly stuck his boot into it. The erasure zone was only slightly sticky, pooling across the dirt with every second, a threat to invade his tiny workshop in the wild. His feet found respite onto the ground below once more, away from the weaving tide that slinked past the individual blades of emerald by his stature. The brief moment of hesitation in his movements made his

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