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| − | == Good Manners and Customs ==
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' The wind was as sharp as a working girls tongue, slashing across his warm face and making it burn from the cold. The tiles were hard against his back, rough and jagged even through the generous padding of his coat. Still, it was good.
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| − | The roof top seemed like it would have been a good place to escape the room awhile. It was. Things were quiet up there. No body around poking or prodding at him. Not that he wanted to be alone, exactly. Just wanted to get out of that damn room. Away from the scent of medical ointments and Songs cheap perfume. There was ''real'' fresh air, not just the occasional draft through the window.
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| − | Better view of the city too, Moon noted as he lifted his head to down another swallow of sweet berry wine plundered from the estates cellar. The Boil stretched out before him like a patchwork quilt. All blacks and browns and grays. Places that had been lost. Places where people were rebuilding. Places that had survived intact. Street by street, block by block, the town was struggling to stitch itself back together.
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| − | Just like he was. Moon gazed thoughtfully out towards the city, trying to dredge up the words he’d once heard one of Iron Tear’s priest’s yap during a clock-cleaning ceremony.
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| − | "Pure body and soul… or some shit like that. Here’s ta us. Still alive." Moon hoisted his bottle high to toast the cities mutually slow recovery, then dropped his head back, watching a smog-cloud drift pass.
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' She steps out of the shadows, though one could say it was more like she allowed the shadow to melt away from her form, leaving her clearly visible.
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| − | "Still alive indeed. You're quite the hero, I hear."
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| − | A dark figure, her eyes obscured by a brimmed hat, face covered by a striped scarf, red skin... wearing a black greatcoat that seemed to be almost shadow itself, heavy iron toed boots beneath, a briefcase in hand.
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' Footsteps. A voice.
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| − | ''Tch... too fuckin' relaxed. ''
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| − | Moon doesn't try to show how his body tensed as he eased himself up and looked back over his shoulder at the heavily clothed figure. Female voice, at least. Be damned if he’d have guessed it from looking at her though.
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| − | "Yeah? You heard that much, ya ought have heard I don’t like bein’ snuck up on, y’know?" Moon lifted the bottle to his lips with deliberate casualness, kicking back a swallow. His eyes narrowed slightly, accentuating the pin-pricks of silver light that blossomed in his iris, cutting through her layers of clothing and flesh alike. Piercing into other places.
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| − | ''’nother dead fucker… ? ''
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' "Yes, unfortunately I like sneaking up on people. Makes them realize early on that you're not just a random nobody, and first impressions are important, wouldn't you agree, Seventh Moon?"
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| − | She stands before him rather unshaken and confident.
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| − | "The revolution was quite a sight though. I wish I could have done more, unfortunately I was a little late to arrive on the scene and report for duty, if you will."
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' ... no, she was real. Real enough, at least. There was ''something'' about her that resonated strangely to all his senses, a kinda strange and familiar foulness. But she was still flesh and blood.
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| − | "Fuck all should I care 'bout first impressions? They read me wrong, I just correct 'um on it later. Hard way, if I gotta. Cause it sure as shit beats tryin’ ta sneak up on everyone so they know ta watch their backs ‘round me." He regarded her with cold suspicion. "Now who the fuck are you?"
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' "You can call me Iselsis. ... Hrm, aren't you going to offer me a seat? We have a lot to talk about, after all."
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| − | She pulls the scarf away from her face, revealing only more red skin and if he cared to look hard enough, small fangs. Out of her pocket she fishes a packet of cigs, taps one out and blows on the tip to light it, briefly the flame illuminating some of what was obscured by her hat, crystal blue eyes.
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| − | "Mind if I smoke?", she adds after already taking several puffs and letting the smoke pour slowly out of her mouth and nostrils.
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' "I ain’t really in the business’a being nice ta ladies who go sneakin’ ‘round places they ain’t invited." Moon shrugged, turning his side towards her, stretching out one leg and bending the other at the knee to rest an arm over it. "Sides, After the shit that’s been goin’ down here lately darlin’, oughta consider it a deep, personal favor I ain’t beatin’ your head up against the wall right now."
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| − | ''A'ite. Gotta a name. Now '''what''' the fuck are ya? ''
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| − | He’d seen enough shit in the past few weeks of his life not to be put off all that much by red skin. Maybe if she was dripping blood or on fire or something, but all that flash of crimson did was held confirm she wasn’t normal.
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| − | ''Fuck all if I needed help seein’ that. ''
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| − | "So whatcha want Iselsis?"
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' "Now now, no need to be so hostile. Although, I might invite you to try, simply to test out my new toy.", she thumbs over her back at the grand soulsteel daiklave, "The deaders won't be too pleased that I cost them yet another nemesary assassin. Having said that, could you please lighten up? I'm here to offer my services to the cause of Whiteshield."
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| − | She pauses for a moment...
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| − | "Though, if you'd like, I'll turn right around and leave again.", she holds out an unlit cigarette to him then, "Care for one yourself? They soothe the nerves. Looks like you could use one."
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' Moon’s eyes narrowed at the offered cigarette, but he made no move to claim it.
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| − | "Just talk if you got somethin' ta say, a'ite?" Moon replied flatly. "You didn’t crawl up here for a social visit, so stop tryin’ ta be friendly."
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| − | Talk of taking the sword from one of the dead fuckers didn’t do much to calm him. Fact that she had it at all was enough to put him less at ease. Even if what she said was true…
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| − | ''The fuck you tryin’ ta play at, lady? ''
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' She sighs and tucks the cigarette, then the pack away, and continues.
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| − | "Fine, you're not required to like me. Fact is, I'm tagging along, fact is also that you could use one such as me on your little venture. If not you, then the Prince, it doesn't really matter much to me, so you'd best get accustomed to me being around."
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| − | She pauses to let that sink in, while moving over to a small ledge and seating herself, puffing contentedly at her cigarette.
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| − | "Besides, you could do with worse company than me.", she leaves that hanging in the air far as the implication against the people he hung around with went.
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' "''Fact is'' lady," Moon answered softly, a growing rasp in his voice. The pin-pricks of light in his eyes had turned fast into a murky silver glow, flashing at the woman seated near by from under his glaring brow. "You're blowin’ that smoke out ya ass. You’re a no one, turnin' up outta nowhere, and now you’re gonna try ta lay down law like you matter for fuck ta anyone?"
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| − | He set the bottle of wine aside, careful not to let it spill, and slowly hoisted himself to his feat. "I ''already'' don’t like your punk ass, bitch. Now you gotta about ten seconds ta say somethin’ worth listenin’ to before I solve tha problem’a the ''fast'' way."
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' "If it doesn't matter to you that I was out there saving the Boil just the same as everyone, that I've dealt with the deaders a lot before... and I ''do'' mean a lot, that I'm quite obviously on your side, then I rather don't know what would be worth listening to you. Oh, did I mention yet I'm an exorcist? That may be more interesting, I suppose."
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| − | She didn't seem very intimidated by the rising figure, but she does set down the briefcase and stamps the cigarette out under her heavy boot.
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| − | "You have monsters to kill, Seventh Moon, I was sent here to help you do that, it's my field if you will."
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' "Yeah, whoopity-fuckin’-do for you." Moon snorted, his legs shifting apart to balance on the uneven tiles. "Plenty a people fought the bastards. Doesn't mean I'd give fuck about it if they turned up on my stoop and start throwin' shit at me either. If you’re on my side, you gotta piss poor way’a showin’ it."
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| − | The Lunar thrust his hands into his pockets and arched his back warily, the long hem of his coat whipping around his legs. "You're sayin' a lotta words darlin' and I ain't hearin' 'um."
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' She smirks.
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| − | "That's a trick I picked up from someone recently, I suppose.", and pauses a second, "How many of the people who fought for the Boil actually fought one of the abyssals you're opposing though? Hmmm? Not to mention lived to speak about it, and won. I hear rumors your own encounter wasn't so pleasant. Though, I am glad to find you've recovered so soon."
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' "Must be nice." Moon answered speculatively, smiling wanly. "Bein' able ta spew whatever bullshit pops inta ya head when ya know there ain't shit anyone can do ta check ya up on it."
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| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: '''Having gone unseen and unheard for so long, and having enjoyed the delicious tension hanging in the air, the Snow Monkey decides to finally make her presence known. All it takes is a quick pull--up and a soft, almost amused hoot before she's crouched on the edge of the roof. For a second, there is only a monster, shadowed with shining, almost glowing bands of brass running along her flesh and set in her eyes... and then the entire creature appears; smiling, almost mockingly, at the two. Her tail pats once, twice.
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| − | "Why hello there! Am I interrupting something important?" ''Of course I am! ''
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' She glances over at the monkey girl.
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| − | "As a matter of fact, you are, wyldling.", is all she briskly states.
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: '''Moon twisted towards the sudden sound and motion in the corner of his eyes, hands coming out of his pockets, but was ready to spring towards Iselsis first and get the most irritating half of the ambush out of the way first.
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| − | At least until his eyes focused on the pale figure crouching on the roof with them. And then the rush of adrenaline and rage gave way to something else entirely.
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| − | Exasperation.
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| − | "... the fuck ''is'' it with this roof?" He demanded, glaring back and forth at both women accusingly. "There any ''more'' women hidin' up here waitin' ta jump out at me!?"
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| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' "Good! I can tell things were about to get either grisly, boring, or both." She rises to her full height and just chuckles, stretching with a few jointpops. "Well, I have a reason! See... I know about you. I saw you. I saw you after whatever-it-was that you fought ate your face. But I don't quite... know you. And I need to get to know my allies, Seventh Moon! As for you..."
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| − | She pauses, eyeing up Islesis. Up, down, up down. She smiles... she pauses. She frowns. "... who are you, anyway?"
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' "As for 'spewing bullshit', where do you think this sword came from? The Acolyte of Violet Shadows didn't like the little flamebath I gave her. She was foolish enough to send one of her assassins after me instead of trying to do the job herself, giving her at least some remote chance of success.", she pauses in her explanation to turn back to the monkey girl, "Someone well versed enough in the supernatural to know not to deal with your kind, that's who I am. Furthermore, who are ''you''?"
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' "She," Moon cut in, waving towards the monkey girl. "Is someone ‘on my side’ that I got at least more than her own damn word on the matter about. Which is more'n you got about anything you've said so far."
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| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' "Ooooooooh, a smart one. I like you already! But, if you must know... HA!" She strikes a sudden, mighty pose, arms spread and foot smacking against the roof, emitting a rather loud boom without quite breaking the roof's surface. "I... am the Child of Wyld Days, champion of the Wyld, She Who Dances with Gods, and Hero of the Boil. A pleasure to meet you." She bows, fist in cupped palm.
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' Her hand raises in a small apathetic wave at Days. "You can call me Iselsis. Sniper of the Boil, or whatever pseudo ceremonial title intrigues you.", then she gets up and cups her hands around her mouth, before yelling out, so someone down below or inside the building might hear, "Acelia! Up here please!".
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| − | Then she turns back to Moon. "Your verification is on the way. Local girl, saved her from a bunch of rapist thugs after the battles."
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| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' "Hmmmm? Local girl?" She peers at Islesis all the more intently, pondering asking just '''what''' she is... but thinks against it, instead resuming her relaxed, slouched stance... and gravitating towards Moon. "So. You're the big, big hero man. How's it feel to be there, aside from painful?"
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' "Read all about it in the raksha daily news..." she mutters to herself. She'd read enough books on the wyld to know that anything that smacked of it wasn't to be trusted.
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| − | '''Acelia: ''' "That would be... me, I guess." The girl appears, hair all white, an eye violet, an eye icy blue. She is smoking a cigarette, letting strange sorts of smoke rings out. "Hey there, Moon. Always wanted ta meet ya. Deaders ''are'' trying to kill Ise - that much you dun doubt."
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| − | * Chibi-Iselsis stands vindicated
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' ''... well, shit. ''
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| − | Moon suddenly laughed as the girl appeared. A hard, loud belly laugh that shook the windows near by. He laughed until it make his chest hurt and then cough and thumped a fist to his chest until he could breath right again.
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| − | "Feel’s pretty good I guess," he rasped to Days with a broad grin. "Since it seems like it makes women scale buildin's just ta keep company with me."
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| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' Turning her attention to the new face... shen peers at Acelia, tail curled upward in a curious spiral as she circles around, still waiting for Moon, but busy occupying herself with the latest shiny, new mortal to look at.
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| − | ''Ah, they never seem to run out of variety... I wonder what she tastes like... '' "Well, heroism is excellent to bask in and emulate, my good man."
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' She redirects her attention to Moon "So, what now? Will you throw a fit at one of your own, say she's lying as well?"
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| − | '''Acelia: '''"Ise, you are so ''charming''!" Acelia giggles, watching all the fight, attention mostly taken by Days, however. "Well, yeah, and 's not like we see any heroism around here anyway. 'Till now."
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' She grins a little, Acelia's exuberance did that to her, loosened her up a bit. "Yeah, I'm just a ''blast'' to be around, huh?", yep, she made a pun. A bad one. Blame Gennadi.
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' "Seems so..." he smirked at Days, his eyes passing between the three women. "Gotta another one hidin' out there by any chance? Could use a redhead ta round out the field."
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| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' "Not that I know, handsome devil." She shoots Moon a grin, then quietly crouches in front of Acelia, looking at her dimensions, and what she's wearing. "... can I ask you something. Loose clothes or tight clothes?" Her knuckles to the ground and her tail swaying, she smirks as her bound Ring begins to warm in anticipation of a show of Wyld extravegance.
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' ...
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| − | ''That damn wyldling... ''
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| − | She glances at Days "I suggest you don't try anything funny, wyldling. I'd hate for you to come to regret it.", obviously she didn't want Acelia to get hurt by the raksha, and she was fully ready to carry out her hanging threat should it become necesary.
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| − | '''Acelia: ''' She looks up to Days, letting out some smoke... "Y'all a fae, right? Saw some before, when bro was taken by 'um... they were different from ya, tho. Didn't look like... like... what do ya even look like anyway?"
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| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' "Like... whatever. Imagination lends itself to our form and function! Although some other tricks..." She flicks out both wrists, almost like a magician, while the dance of gossamer flows along her pattern like a rush of cold water...
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' There wasn't much point in mentioning to Iselsis that yes, he would say "one of his own" was lying and would expect nothing else of them. Now that the other two women were here, he wasn't going to fight with the irritating bitch. Women tended to gang up against you when that happened.
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| − | "She ain't that stupid." Moon rumbled back at Iselsis, the smile dropping off his face when he looked at her. At least, he ''hoped'' the raksha wouldn't. Fuck all if he knew her well enough to say.
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| − | Moon took a step closer to Days and slung his hands in his pockets again. Couldn’t hurt to be safe.
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' "Mortal stupidity knows no bounds, therefore I have no reason to assume hers would.", she comments off-handedly.
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| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' ... and what flows out is a cloak fit for a local lord; fur-trimmed, a brillant purple, and seemingly made from whole cloth. It has a sort of shimmer to it that defies description; either a sign of Glamour of simple a pretty trick Days threw into the mix. As soon as it unfurls completely, she folds it and and offers the coat to Acelia.
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| − | "For you."
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| − | '''Acelia: ''' Acelia looks, surprised... taking it with a puzzled, awed expression.
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| − | "Hm, er, eh... thank.. you?"
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| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' "Welcome!" Days smiles, rising back up and patting Acelia on the head. "Wear it, sell it, I don't care. I'm sure you'll figure out what to do with it." That said, she turns on her heel and saunters back over to... Islesis. "So. You don't trust me? Good, good, that's a healthy reaction. See, I'm a bit of a flighty being. One minute, I'm eating in my lair, the next I'm here, fighting in the name of whatever! Oh, such a fight! You should have been there! Warriors of blood! A mad dragon! And a god! A god who really did not like me. It was just the best thing '''ever'''."
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' "You talk a lot, don't you? So why ''are'' you here? Did your foodsupply run out, then?"
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' "Damn." Is Moon's response to the display. Wasn't the first time he'd seen something like that, but he was still impressed by it and clearly so. Leaning back from the fae, he ran his eyes over her, from bobbled hair to twitching tail, then cocked his head to the side as he examined the coat the girl held, before returning to Days.
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| − | "Good question, comin' from someone who ain't said shit about why ''she'' is here." Moon peered over Days shoulder at Iselsis, lifting his brows. "Just in ya good nature ta wanna help, huh?"
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' "I did say I was ''sent'' here to help. I hope that last fight you got in didn't damage your ears.", she snaps back, she was getting tired of this song and dance now, "And obviously I must be a very vile person, intending to trick you. Obviously I'm here to ruin everything and in my busy schedule of villainy I took a break to rescue a girl from rapists. Yes, I suppose that makes sense, doesn't it?", her statement dripping with sarcasm.
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| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' She pauses, and for a moment, she is a beacon of... something. The feeling is odd, like heat on the skin, only it's like the flesh is trying to move away from her. "I smelled war in the wind. It was tempting, tantalizing. I am a beast who craves to be needed both as ally and as weapon, to be a fire dropped in the middle of this conflict, burning my chosen enemy. I smelled this war, this fight, and I could not, '''would not''' let it pass me by without casting my lot and bringing glory to my name, either in victory or death..." The feeling lightens, and she grins. "But dying stinks, so here I am. It's better to make love than war... but it's even more wonderful to make both. Don't you agree?" She waits for Islesis' reply.
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' "'bout as much as ''anything'' has lately." Moon shrugged, indifferent to her tone this time. "I'm just sick'a gettin' stabbed in the back. Happened fuck all enough already that I'm gonna take anythin' for what it says to be. Least of all pushy bitches who pop outta nowhere."
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' "So is this where the point where you try and force a little tussle on me to prove you're the alpha? Go ahead, but I won't be responsible if you lose one or both of your kneecaps. Then again, I suppose I may have been expecting too much in terms of sound judgement, considering who you rely on for allies.", she pointedly stares at Days to make her point.
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| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' Snow Monkey hoots at Islesis. "You're just jealous because I'm a hero." She smiles big, letting that sink in. "And girl... desperate times call for unusual measures. After all... what are you? How can I know you're not some sinister force bent on tearing down everything these people have fought and suffered and died for? You saved a girl, and there is truth in the air around you. But..." She lets it linger.
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| − | ''Time to test the waters, Monkey... ''
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' "Do you want to know what I am? I am what keeps the monsters at bay, that's what I am. And no, I don't feel like elaborating. Because, unlike you, underneath my red skin I'm a human being with real feelings, original thoughts, and dreams of my own. Furthermore, ''raksha'', what would you know of suffering or death? Both concepts are as alien to you as this world is. Stop insulting me by pretending you're somehow more human than I am."
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' Moon actually looked at the fae when Iselsis pointed. But not because she had pointed. Jaw shifted back and forth, grinding his teeth together slightly.
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| − | He'd felt something, just a moment ago when she'd been speaking. Like a wind coming off the Industrial. Something that was hot and hard to breath. That ''grabbed'' you and tried to throw you down the street with the rest of the ash and the filth.
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| − | It felt familiar. It felt like... a challenge.
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| − | Moon's eyes ignited with a soft glow and he smiled a feral little grin. "Yeah, probably were expectin' too much. You’ll fit in though. Our side ain’t nothin’ but freaks and monsters." He turned a gaze towards Iselsis that mad in a joyful violence. "Ain’t no one human here darlin’."
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' She smirks then, tipping her hat up, revealing horns, clear piercing blue eyes, with a gleam of pale sickly green, contrasting her red skin, and fangs.
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| − | "Even monsters covet their humanity as they feel it slip away from them, Seventh Moon. But you're still human while it hasn't slipped your grasp. I don't intend to leave mine behind for a long time, I assure you."
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| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' "I was born of a billion moans, a billion sighs, a billion laughs, and countless screams of conquest and agony and pain. I am Want and Need guiding Courage and Destruction. I am not human at all, no! But, at the core of me, I have felt the human experience to a mind-rattling extent. You are perhaps more human than I can even be... but what of that did you surrender to gain what you have now, hm?" She shrugs, lightly. "I am a lie! But at least I admit and am aware that I am a lie. You are more and less than human, if you are not unlike the others here. So admit it and we will be the best of friends." She spreads her arms wide, almost as if offering to give Islesis a hug.
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| − | "Even humans have a monster in their hearts. It is called emotion. And as I am emotion... we are not that far apart, fair and mortal."
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' "I'm more human than you'll ever be precisely because I'm accutely aware of what I stand to lose, raksha. Now, if it's all the same to you I'd rather get the pointless phylosophical debate part of the evening done with."
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| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' "Fine! But before we do, I have one question." She taps at her chin, seemingly in thought... then smirks. ''This one always get 'em. ''
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| − | "What color are your panties?"
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' "Black, like my cold withered heart. Anything else?"
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| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' Snow Monkey rrrrs, licking her lips a little. "Excellent! You're officially on my good side." Content, she flops down onto the rooftop, leaning back and staring at the sky with her hands behind her head. "Welcome to the Boil, enjoy your stay... oh, and have a tumble with Iron Tears. He's a randy buck of a godling."
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' Moon stepped carefully around Days and approached Iselsis. The same violence was in his eyes as he regarded her evenly in silence for a long moment, then cocked his head to the side. "Stuck with ya if I like it or not, huh?"
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| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' "... hmmmm." She suddenly uses her vantage point to get a good look at the 'hero', and his most heroic backside. "I was so busy getting philosophical with the red lady that I forgot to ogle you shamelessly, too. My apologies, I try to be as even with my unbridled lust for life as possible." She then pauses, giggling as she remembers her... encounter with her and Fiona. "... the Dark Angel has a thing for you, yes, no? I have to ask... is she always so stuffy and uptight?"
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' Her eyes level with his, which is probably not a small task considering she was a fair bit shorter. "Indeed."
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: '''Moon seemed to consider that for a moment as he met her gaze. His eyes turned up towards the little horns peeking off her brow. They dropped down slowly to bellow her belt speculatively. They glanced at the blade on her back and the young girl standing near by.
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| − | Moon nodded to himself. A hand appeared from his pocket, open palm thrusting towards her.
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' She grins a little, and extends her hand to him, hesitating for a moment as she recalls the incident with Gennadi.
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| − | ''Probably won't happen here, now... no reason to think it would... ''
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| − | So, she takes his hand and shakes on it. "I'm glad we were able to come to an agreement."
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| − | "Oh, I don't suppose you have any accomodations for me and Acelia here? Her place really isn't safe anymore with the state the city's in, and I feel responsible for her safety."
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| − | "And I can only sleep with one eye open for looters for so many nights in a row."
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| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' "Hm. I imagine you could come with us... we've a place to stay where it's warm and you're likely not to be attacked, mugged, frozen or turned into a black-lunged corpse. And I bet the ol' Tears will welcome you with open arms." She smiles lazily, sitill ogling.
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' "Yeah, don’t worry ‘bout her. We’ll find a place for her…" Moon nodded as their hands clasped together, smiling faintly. "Ain’t gonna throw her back out in the street, y’know?"
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| − | Then, the moment his hand closes over hers, Moon’s grip tightens ''hard.'' He yanks, pulling her arm towards him and then swinging it across her body. Like a dancer spinning his partner, only not ''quite'' making it. As the momentum throws her forward, catching her across the shoulders with his own arm. He lifts, hoisting Iselsis off the tiled roof top. And as her feet come up, he hurls her back to the ground hard enough to make the roof shiver, throwing up dust and tiles as the old wood nearly breaks beneath her.
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| − | '''Iselsis:''' As soon as she feels the pull, her coat bursts open as her wings burst into life, rebuilding themselves from Elsewhere in a flash of essence. The pale green gleam in her eyes intensifies as she twists her body to catch herself without too much damage.
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| − | ''I'll be damned if I let that goddamn lunar best me after what I've gone through!''
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| − | He throws her, and she twists in the air in the instant he does, flattening herself out to catch herself on her hands and toes, minimizing the stress on the old rotting structure, sliding a good few feet back from the force of the throw. Dust blows outwards from her as she crouches there, wings flexing, looking up at the lunar irritatedly.
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| − | '''Child of Wyld Days:''' Days... begins to clap, furiously. "Hurrah for conflict! Do it again, do it again!"
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| − | Seventh Moon: Seventh Moon just grinned shamelessly in return, thrusting his hands back into his pockets and giving her a polite tip of the head.
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| − | Wings. He'd remember those, next time.
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| − | "Naw," he answered Days, turning towards her without turning away from Iselsis completely. "Thats enough for now. I'm a wounded hero, y'know? Can't stress me ta bad or I'll start bleedin' again 'n shit."
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| − | '''Child of Wyld Days:''' "True, that's no good." Days resumes her idle lazing-about, grinning from ear to ear. "Still, most impressive, both of you! I'll have to remember that my allies are dangerous, dangerous people!"
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| − | '''Iselsis:''' Slowly she raises up again, her posture changed and obviously ready for another deception. She glances at the monkeygirl. "I think now would be a good time to show us those accomodations you were talking about."
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| − | If looks could kill the glare she shot Moon would probably floor him instantly.
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| − | '''Seventh Moon:''' "Yeah, why don'tcha?" Moon agreed, holding out a hand to held Days up, his eyes caressing over her as he did. And flashing ever so bright. ''Challenge''. "Kids probably gonna need a hand gettin round this place on her own. I'll kick 'round up here while more. When ya get bored, trot on back up. Well shoot the shit and watch clouds or get drunk or somethin."
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| − | '''Child of Wyld Days:''' "Right, right" She takes the hand and rises smoothly, nodding in the direction of their sanctuary. "As for you, Moon, if this is some courtship ritual I don't know about... hehheh." She leaves it at that and walks to Islesis. "Follow me, my good lady... and don't worry. I won't try to throw you through a roof."
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| − | '''Seventh Moon:''' "Watch out for the wings if ya change yer mind!" Moon hollered after helpfully, giving Iselsis another big grin and a friendly wave goodbye.
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| − | '''Iselsis:''' She trotts after Days, she wasn't going to like this fellow at all, she could tell.
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