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1Saitoka: It had been a few hours when they passed through the portal to Lust's realm. The castle that Lust had was moderately bigger than the old castle Sai had, but there were of course.. an abundant amount of female demons, mainly succubus. He would discard them later, he thought to himself with a nod. The servants that resided there didn't protest their new king, for they were linked to Asmodeus and now linked to Sai. "Remove any remnants of Asmodeus," he spoke out loud and the servants immediately began working, removing portraits, bedsheets, clothes, even Lusts wives and whores who he kept personally. Sai went straight to the entrance and walked outside of the large castle. Lucky for him the outside wasn't too different though it looked like the castle was part of a large cave and the path towards door was decorated with the bones of the dead and along the sides pits of lava. Sai didn't change too much, but he did create his two guardians so they could guard the front. They served the same purpose as the others so none would be too different. "Well... I'll give him one thing... The man does know how to decorate." Sai stood outside the castle and looked out to the castle, his three eyes cast a dim glow as he changed some minor details, the banners and the stupid female statues that were more or less... inappropriate to his own tastes.
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3DaoVeroStar: -Dao slowly ran her fingers along the wall of the new castle, keeping her eyes on her hand as she slipped slivers of her shadows alongside the natural ones laying about. Wanting to avoid the topic of where she had been during the battle and how she had gotten to the Castle of Lust, she hummed and tried to look as though she belonged as much as anyone else. In an effort to blend as much as she could, Dao shortened her hair, leaving it a mess about her face, and unassuming black clothing that she hoped would keep her from notice. Of course she could not help her eyes, bright green, and so her nails of course had to match. Perhaps it would not be too much of a stand out if she wore that one necklace, green spikes on a chain link... Touching her mask carefully, and catching herself starting to loose her train of thought, Dao went over what had she had done during the battle, and tried to come up with something she could say to explain her actions, if anyone mentioned noticing. She had been aware of the battle, her eyes peering from the shadows at times to keep tabs on how things were going. Knowing that as a child she would be ushered away to a perseved safety, Dao had kept in her shadows, wrapping them around herself like a blanket. It was far from a difficult task, after all they curled around her like cats, though their touched lingered in ways a cat would not. But if felt like home, and keeping out of large issues was a talent she had picked up as she wandered from world to world. So while she watched and paced in the shadows, her fingers itching and twitching in response to what she saw, the girl was able to keep from interfering despite the need to shine. Instead, she waited until the ememies were dead, and went about taking peices of their Shadows for herself, slipping from one to the other as a pool of darkness, appearing as little more than a hand coming out of the darkness and slipping back in with handfuls of shadows. More often than not, she blended with the ground, but not many would be watching for her regardless, more important things on their minds for sure. Once she had taken her fill, as many as she could make room for, the little shadow girl moved alongside the King and his court, slipping out of the shadows just in time to get into the new castle through the portal. She had seen the denizens of the castle and wandered among them quietly, watching carefully, and seeming to be playing with a ball if any looked to her. Invidia was under her sweater instead of wrapped in her hair, and Dao was not keen to take her out to play as of yet. Content to watch for now.-
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5xXNotaXx: -Nota's eyes would reopen one last time as he now was in a cacoon of ivry the wounds thay were inflicted were not longer there when he awoke the, butterflies of green faded back into their normal black an white state. As they changed back in pigmentation the vines responded as they snaked back into the ground, gently laying him on the ground were the table use to be. As he reached down to the ground one of the lesser vines snaked up to his hair raveling its self as if tieing a ribbin to hold up a high pony. Breaking its self from the ground Nota looked confused as he was inside a tent. but where to be exact he wondered as he rose to his bare tatted feet an looked outside the tent a newly found castle staired back at him, He wondered to the front door an walked inside as he noticed the servants running around the castle tearing things apart an throwing things away.-
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7AleraMistLancaster: -She was still lurking around the creeps and crevices of the castle itself, nobody seeming to stop her or even ask questions. Everyone was simply so busy re-arranging things per their new lord’s orders. Maybe it wasn’t that they didn’t notice her..perhaps they simply didn’t care, after all she was to them nothing more than a ragged demon with her horns, 6’5 height stature and tail that wagged behind her in a dress that looks like it was made from the various stitchings of discarded wash cloths and other fabrics...all of this along with the fact she was missing half of her right arm...she looked like a slave is what she looked like. However she wasn’t simply randomly roaming the halls or spying on people...she had no interest in this place other than the King himself as she was attempting to be discreet as she followed him outside into the courtyard, where she would be the moment he finally arrived behind him somewhat….she would watch him change bits and pieces of the castle around with his own magics and commands to the servants. She was curious as to what this all was about...but that was neither here no there for her.- “Excuse me…” -she said in her usually demanding tone, but taking a moment to remember the last time they met. While she still held her own honor and pride as a Monarch herself, she had to keep in mind that her bloodline doesn’t mean a thing down here to these people. “Lord Sai...correct?” -She said again, changing her tone to a more somber one. She walked in closer towards them so they were in speaking range at least. “I was observing the events of the last day from afar, quite a nasty bit of stuff that was ill admit. It was just after I had left your presence the first time, if you even remember me…..but I noticed it was you who fashioned a portal to get everyone here….” -she paused for a moment as the wind blew between them- “Can I see it?”
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9Saitoka: It would be a while until the demon king could build his army back to how it once was, but that was the least of his worries. They were weak with injured and without much protection from anyone that could threaten them. Sai shook his head as raised his hand creating small arches along the paths, that small feeling of doubt was enough to make him growl to himself. We can handle ourselves, he thought. He trusted the abilities of those he called allies that much. His thoughts were interrupted when Nota walked past, finally awake but maybe blind since he walked by without a word. but it was then the young woman that looked like a slave came and spoke to him. A portal? Sai didn't look to her and took a moment to respond. "Your reason," he muttered, half expecting a relevant response. Conjuring such a portal took nearly half of his power since it was such a large distance. If not for the energy he took from the archdemon who once lives in this realm, they'd been traveling on foot. Once the final arch had been fashioned the large bloodstained, 10-foot demon looked down at the woman. His face clearly displeased or rather.. his eyes, still full of sorrow from losing all of his children.
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11DaoVeroStar: -A person interested in the portal? This took Daos interest, and she threw her ball of shadow and chased it closer to the conversating two, just close enough that she could hear with her own ears, but not close enough to seem interested. After just a short time with these folks, she was unsure how much of herself she should show, after all, not many took to a small child who was smarter than she had any right to be, making friends and claiming people as her own, as the girl was opt to do. Of course, with the intake of shadows from the battlefield, she was gaining age, and size, less likely to look innocent but better to conversate with those older than her. Nota took her interest as well, as did anything large and dangerous looking, and she seemed torn. Did she eavesdrop on the king and Alera, or did she wander behind Nota like a lost kitten? Cocking her head to look at hte shadow that slipped around her neck and caressed her face, she decided to have it both ways, dropping the shadow near the conversating two, listening through it, then wandering along behind Nota, wiggling her fingers at Sai as she passed. Careful to walk with large steps, Dao jumped from each of Notas footsteps to the other, or where they would be if they left a print, giggling to herself-
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13xXNotaXx: -Nota did infact walked past the King without a greeting, as it wasn't his intentions. He was still overthrown on the new kingdom as if it was mesmerising as he took the newly found scenery, he turned to follow the wall as he noticed the woman that looked like servant. Nota not realising who it was at first he walked over an spoke to her.- " Can you like go fetch me some water?"- He asked as if in a daze but whipping his attention to sai.- "Good evening Sire, quick question? where the hell are we? an how did i get here?"- He wondered in thought for moment. He couldn't remember anything hardly after the war he remember's blood dripping from him an being carried by who it wasn't clear but he had hoped the king would have the answer's he had asked of him. His eyes lids narrowed over his milk colored hues, as if his eyes started to become sensitive to the light from the out side shining in. Without hesitation he'd move his hand over as if slapping a ghost, in response a simple gust of wind shot from the draft in the room an shut the curtains leaving more shadow in the room. It was common for the eyes of the rested to become a tad sensitive i mean he was in a war. Nota wondered slightly as if he was hearing things or there was small laughter it was eerie already but the childs laughter cascaded a new tone of ombience.-
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15AleraMistLancaster: -Alera and the King’s eye contact was intense, he was weighed down heavily by most likely the recent events, while Alera was doing what she could to prevent the same from her own people. He asked her why she wanted to see the portal, and just by the way it came from his lips she could tell it was not something he enjoyed doing for as a party trick. But she was so close she could almost feel herself stepping through it again as her desires became surreal and vivid. She was on the verge of answering his question before was interrupted by a member of the castle mistaking her for one of the slaves she looked like. Her smile almost faded as she was in somewhat disbelief she had spoken to in such a manner…..her spine shivered and her fist clenched, but she kept her respect for new faces in a new land, as the mistake was clearly understood...it's just not something she was used to. (Alera’s face: https://78.media.tumblr.com/fc11dd5c4d3db17615a7e9533de202ed/tumblr_mgo9jaywjv1r5zfj8o1_500.gif) but her expression soon cleared, and she replied to the girl- “You have mistaken me for one of your lessers, don’t let my appearance fool you….my name carries much weight in lands beyond this..” -she said pointing her stub arm out towards the darkened window.- “But I was in the middle of a conversation with your Lord, one of great and dire importance”
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17kidtag: The dark red/black vein like markings would began to slowly,grow alongside his arms as they grew thicker.Doing so Warborn looked up as he leaned his head back,groaning a bit as he waited.The marks grew thicker as if they were a virus spreading over his body till his neck,they began molding along his body as if clay around a action figure.Once the shape was there the red/black substance hardened as its form changed.Soon Warborn could be seen wearing modern human war clothing,he always saw himself affiliated with war.Now that the castle has been forced to change,it was time he shed the old look of demon monger.As champion of the realm he had an appearance to keep.Walking outside his new chambers a glass of the fine wine the castle had to offer. Taking a swing as he stirred the liquid,making his way through the halls .Stopping at a large window where he stood,staring through it .He could see his reflection but it was see through,a simple “ Hmm “ escaped as he took another sip watching the land from the view.
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19Saitoka: Sai's tail whipped against the ground and made a quick snapping sound. Silencing them both as he took a brief exhale. "Nota, we are in Asmodeus former circle, Lust. He attacked us. Long story short we are redecorating his old castle since he destroyed mine. You were brought here through a portal, you were unconscious and Wrath carried you through. Does that answer your question?" His brow twitched with slight annoyance and he rolled his shoulder back. Looking back to the woman his pitch black eyes began to return to his normal shade of crimson. Even then the old demon still looked rather bothered but he kept his posture, putting his clawed hands behind him as he observed this... woman with half an arm and dressed in rags. "Whatever your reason, I will not open a portal for you. I suggest making yourself comfortable." He began to walk towards the entrance again but then stopped to turn his head in her direction, not exactly bothering to look but rather to make it known he was talking to her. "Take an empty room, I'm sure there are clothes that would fit your tastes.. or not... either way, you need to dress appropriately unless you prefer to look like a slave." He turned back and walked back into the castle, almost immediately running into Ruskas slumped body. "Well then..." Sai paused and blinked softly as he observed his injuries. He rose his hand and the mist around his body began to form around Ruska's body, not touching him but rather lifting the ground from under him and forming into a soft plush bed big enough to fit his entire body. Then he would look up and a large hole in the ceiling formed. A room was being forged to Ruska's liking or much to what Sai thought he would like. At that moment Sai looked to a servant that had been watching him. "Make sure he has proper food and drink brought to his room. Hot water and healing herbs as well. Then let me know when he wakes." The servant nodded and began going up the spiraling corridor all the while Sai lifted Ruska up into his newly formed room. Sais tail slumped against the ground and he sighed heavily after the hole in the cieling closed and he leaned against the wall as he clentched his chest. Asmodeus spirt wasnt agreeing with this vessal... so he would have to make a transfer soon. Sweat beat down his enony skin and he began to take off his heavy armor leaving nothing but the trousers on as he rested against the wall. The real battle would be keeping this tormentor inside.
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21DaoVeroStar: -When Nota stopped, Dao stood behind him, balanced on one leg, trying to keep her giggles to a minimum, but could not help them as they wandered past her lips. She loved dissension, the discord between people other than herself was something that sent a thrill not only through her shadows, but herself as well, as it was always a chance to slip into someones good side, and so the sharpness in Aleras tone, as well as the tension that seemed to come from the King filled her with a strange kind of glee. Careful to stay within the confines of the shadow Nota cast, Dao leaned to the side and took a look at Sai as he walked away, then at the ground, wondering how hard it would be on her hands. Shrugging, she leaned backwards until her hands were flat on the ground, then lifted her feet so that she was now walking on her hands. Moving a few feet forward, she made to stand completely still, then flipped back to her feet, being sure that if Nota moved, she stayed in the boundries of the shadow he cast. -
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23xXNotaXx:  -Since Nota is infact a aura user he noticed the kings aura as it was pure black but clashed with red that was outlined in white. It signified that there was another renting the kings essence. But he didn't say a word of the sort as he also felt the pain that radiated from him. He talked softly in a comfortable tone towards the king.- "I'm sorry i didn't greet you Sire, i wasn't all there at the moment. Good evening, but i am going to go for a short walk around this place to see what it has to offer.- stopping in his tracks he turned his attention to the woman that was conversing with the king.- " Sorry dear, it was a mistake indeed ill make sure to remember your face."-He'd walk take a leasurely walk as he was away from everyone else he'd keep walking looking around the kingdom an what it had to offer, he spoke as he knew that there was someone behind him he chose to ignore it the first time.-" So, Child of darkness are you going to step from my shadow?"- He noticed the laughter but didn't see a face so that had to have meant a shadow user was near, he had come in counter with them in other journey's he had took. So his experience with them was quite humble but most of all the elder's of the shadow interested him non the slightest, to think of such ability is quite amusing to think what you could get into.-
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25AleraMistLancaster: -Fortunately for Alera time was on her side in this case, her people were secured enough to last several winters against the Nicaal armies. She simply didn’t want to be away from this, it didn’t bother her to much as he passed her by however as she could tell that he was struggling just to keep his mental fortitude. “Perhaps I shouldn’t have stayed on the side lines…” -She said to herself mostly, but not in a way to conceal it from anyone either. Everyone had left the courtyard and Alera stood, glaring at the gates for the most part alone towards the scenery. The mild winds blowing her crimson locks gently as she returned to the castle… “Many corridors, with different outfits…” -she said again to herself, as she suspected nobody else was around beyond the occasional band of house elves and demons performing their daily duties. She looked stopped and looked around for a second, putting her one hand to her hip.- “The last guy did have a good taste in decoration, ill admit” -Opening up a nearby chamber door and into one of the more private quarters...a bed and more typical furniture as she began to rummage through the dresser for clothing that fits-
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27Zorus: In the same instant it took these fellows to blink, an average-heighted gauntly built human boy appeared. There were no flashy lights. There were no realm-tearing gateways created. There wasn’t even a little smoke. He just kinda showed up. That wasn’t even the weirdest thing though. None of the beastly guards at the door or hellish minions scouring the castle even noticed him, at first. It was as if he didn’t even exist. Soft taps made from his mystic leather boots tried to echo through the hallways of the titanic castle, but they paled in comparison to the irrelevant banter and constant shuffling of scattered servants redecorating. Coffee-flavored orbs hidden behind reflective spectacles scanned his immediate surroundings. “Where am I?” He said to himself. “This doesn’t look like Tartarus to me.” The hall he found himself was surprisingly empty and dimly lit by torches that embellished the stone walls. “Seven… forty… sixty… sixty-three”; the boy began counting before halting in the middle of the hallway, “there are sixty-three spiritual energy signatures in total. Ugh, these six are significantly heavier than the others. I really hope they aren’t a bother.” A dissatisfied expression painted his youthful visage. Maybe the servants just hadn’t found their way there yet. He’d rather not be noticed until he understood what was going on though. It’s too late to cast a spell now, though. His energy signature was near non-existent and performing any magic would expose him. He’d have to get around the servants and minions with a more practical approach… He zipped his lengthy black parka whose hood was lined with sable fur taken from a chimera, hiding the pale canvas he calls skin which had been tattooed with many ritualistic symbols that reached every corner of his being. Most of these symbols were meaningless and acted as a method of deception but the few that did have a purpose were forces to be reckoned with. For example, the sigils on either one of his biceps provided him with an ethereal aura which protected him. The first aura coated his organs while the second aura coated his skin, clothes, and anything that he touched. The latter aura essentially eats kinetic energy, siphoning off some as he moves at the speed of sound, and blocks out airborne particulate matter on a molecular level, heavily lessening friction and cushioning the physical blows that he may deliver or receive in combat. Additionally, formerly mentioned aura that exists within him, coating his inner organs, besides his mana pool, works to the same effect as the outer aura. This inner energy prevents his body from feeling the effects of the G-Force, keeping his blood flowing and his organs from feeling too heavy when he moves faster than the speed of sound. Throwing the hood over his head and shadowing his face with the help of short black locks that dangled in front of his orichalcum-framed glasses and a beanie threaded with the feathers of an angel, he began proceeding down the hallway. Besides these torches, the only light that made its way into the castle were crimson rays from the blood sky reflecting the shades of lava and liquid essence. It sure looked a lot like Hell; something this boy was familiar with. The hall was decorated with all types of treasure and otherworldly art, ripe for the taking. He could hear the servants destroying and throwing away the many treasures this place held. It was probably recently seized. This wouldn’t stop this young boy from expanding his mind library, however. As he passed a small golden sculpture that resembled an unidentified demon species, he took his hat off and threw the statue in where his head would go. He reached his arm in, fidgeting around for a moment before– “Perfect. I’ll put it right there.” The pale boy affirmed, replacing his hat & hood, then continuing his scavenge. As he pressed forward, he slid both of his gloved hands into his black denim trousers which were tucked into his snug boots. Under those gloves were palms branded with the respective seals of two constantly warring forces, originating in the beginning. These two palm sigils acted as mediums for affinitive spells while ensuring that the boy remained a neutral figure on the mystic scale of worldly balance. As he reached the end of the hallway, he’d witness a room being constructed by one of the more powerful energy sources, evident by the energy fluctuations he could sense as an esper. There was powerful magic being exercised and he wanted to know what for. Beating the servant who raced up the spiraling corridor, the boy entered the room and the door suddenly slammed shut. “Fuck. I shouldn’t have done that. Why are you so lazy, Simor’a?” The boy questioned, speaking to himself. The same psychic energy that slammed the door began flowing around and encompassing his body. The force was heavy and spoke volumes of his innate power, which he would rather keep hidden. <c>
28Zorus: <c> It was too late to fret now. In fact, worrying about the consequences would do him no good at all and he knew that. “Oh, it’s you. I felt your energy earlier. You don’t look so good,” the boy explained as he observed the injured demon thing resting on a crimson cloud. He was sure he could fix him too, but it’d cost. As the servant approached the door, the boy raised his eyebrow and the door slammed open. “Pay me and I’ll fix whatever this is right now,” the boy further explained, sitting next to the injured one’s ‘bed’. The servant, astonished, darted back down the spiral, crying out for its lord. <e>
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30KinHaeryeoung  She would once more find herself sitting by the mirror, hours or days could have passed and she could not have a lesser care than to how much time went by. her knees and ankles always together as she tilt her head a little to the right sliding her hair over to her back checking the ears a little before placing it where it should be. there were not too much of things to do being Lady Pride than there would have been before except the freedom of what to do. Kin made a deep heavy sigh as she placed her left cheek to the cold desk looking out the door in to the hallway, Servants, some soldiers and others going about their business at all hours. would she have been able to she would silence them all for making a single noise outside by strapping cotton underneath the shoes. her arms hang limp as she kept just deadstaring like she did most of the time before having the hunch someone not of right to be inside had made its way, Water being her trackability as what she was made it easy to detect a new amount perhaps in the size of a weak smaller person or a normal sized teen. some of the people had no water in their bodies and tracking them were basically impossible but she was almost dead certain. she sat herself up and pulled out one of her known combs placing it into the Floor pricking it a bit. the grey combs vines were thin like hair, nonpoisonous and had no other traits than to look into locations. still on the desk she could close her eyes and spread the vines across the castle, as if when weed grows in between bricks it spread at a quick rate before identifying a new weight of pressure in the room Ruska would be resting in. ''Eh'' she said knowing would there be trouble he could simply eat him alive or something. she dug the comb out and the vines would disappeat on their own within the hours.  
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32DaoVeroStar: -Dao looked up at Nota with a grin, and stepped out of his shadow, cocking her head to the side, and flashing her teeth at him.- How did you know? -she covered her mouth, and laughed, this time it would be contained by her form, and would not echo. Her voice was like her laugh, clear and cheerful, its rhythm seeming to be flawless, and the pitch as pleasing as possible. - I suppose I could have been more subtle. I am not the best at hiding. -This was as far from the truth as was possible, Dao was quite skilled at sliding into shadows of things, creatures and sentient beings without ever being noticed. Quite often she had even spoken to the shadows, suggesting things here and there, changing minds or feelings. Nothing large of course, and always in the direction of the emotions her own shadows leaned towards. But in this case, she wanted to make an impression. Looking up at Nota, she blinked her bright green eyes and blew him a kiss, a shadowy mist in the shape of a heart blowing toward him, then evaporating into the air by his face, as she skipped down the hall, laughing. As she moved, she felt... something. An addition to the shadows in the castle, but it was strange. She had yet to enocunter something like this. It felt similar to Hyoo, her old magic teacher, but different. Falling backwards, she slid into her shadow, and out of the one by Ruskas bed. Standing, she took in the image of the boy, then the sleeping General. Fingers itching to pet his fur again, Dao came aroudn the bed, and lay a hand on the boys shoulder, placing a finger to her lips in sign of silence. It took her a few moments to decide if she would take this one through the shadows and out of Ruskas room, but she did. If he went with her when she opened the shadow to him, the boy would feel a sensation of falling, then of turning upside down and returning to his feet. Looking him up and down Dao would frown at him regardless of if thet went through the shadow or not.- Why would you even try to bother Ruska? Do you not see him? He could eat you!
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34Zorus: With his legs crossed like a pretzel, Jinx sat perched on a newly formed dresser beside the sleeping behemoth while he awaited that servants return. A weak magical energy slithered its way between the cracks and crevices of the castle and Jinx could feel it. He was unbothered by it though. When he used his psychokinesis, he made his presence known to those worthy of knowing. He could have easily neutralized the power trying to identify him but why bother? It was only going to make him apply more unnecessary effort than he already has. Abruptly, another one of the significant energy signatures he identified upon his arrival found its way into this room. As it inched its way around the ghastly bed and behind him, Jinx felt it getting closer and closer. He turned before she could touch his shoulder, surveying her form with a blank expression and instantly analyzing her personage like some sort of computer. This wasn’t an unfamiliar thing. How did she get in the room with such finesse? How could she move in silence? Unless she teleported, he deduced that the only other possibility was that she traveled through a medium. The most common of these mediums were shadows or the lack of light. Many creatures had found some way to utilize the shadows as they were plentiful and extremely malleable. It’s only logical to use something with an infinite source. If she wasn’t startled by his surprising acknowledgment of her and continued to grab his shoulder, he would allow her. He wouldn’t say a word though. She raised her index finger to her lips and gestured for him to be silent, but he had no intention of speaking. Not to her anyways. Unless she was bringing the payment for healing the injured one. If she were to continue pulling him, Jinx would fall into the shadows, flipping and landing on his feet as if he’d done that hundreds of times before. In fact, he had. His own instant transportation spells worked in the same way somewhat. As she would look him up and down, he would stare her in her eyes with the same blank expression. And her frown would not change that, nor would her banter. “Who is Ruska?” The boy inquired, despite his tone being flat and sounding disinterested. “I don’t care about what he looks like or what he is. There are a lot of things that can eat me. I’ve seen and handled worse.” Jinx exclaimed monotonously, his hands still sheathed in his pockets. He tilted his head, looking pass the female shadow thing and realizing that this was the hallway he just came out of. “You made me waste energy walking into that room,” Jinx complained as he realized he was brought back to square one. “This is such a drag.”
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36DaoVeroStar: -Before pulling him out of Ruskas room, Dao had noticed his acknowledgement of her, of course she would. While very few of her Abyssal shadows remained, Dao still had the sharpness of mind that her fathers people were known for. Hissing in her mind at the boy, the shadows that made most of her up caressed her ego under his uniterested gaze. They reminded her that she was perfect, that he would be her friend soon, no one could resist her charms. Instead she stood with her hands on her hips and gave him a look that she often used for misbehaving animals.- Just because you have, does not mean you should again. Ruska is... Well I think that if even the King will leave him without being healed, we should not attempt anything magic like. We being you of course, and me allowing it. -pulling a face at him, nose wrinkled and chin raised so she could look down at him, even if they were about the same height.- Well now I have saved you a waste of your time. You are more than welcome. No, do not worry about repaying me. -a hint of sarcasm, and annoyance slipped into her voice, and she ran a hand through her hair, as the other stayed fisted on her hip. Her eyes took in his apperance, and her shadows probed at his, recoiling back to her as they felt the magic in the boy. Runing her eyes over him a few more times her chin lowered and her frown returned as she reached out to touch his face with both hands, pinching gently at the skin if he let her, then letting go with a gasp. REgardless of if she touched him, she would cover her mouth with those hands, and her eyes would light up.- You're.... human? -circling him in wonderment, Dao would attmept to pull at his hair, tug his clothes, and looking into his ears- I have never seen one with my own eyes before! I mean I have read about them but... -looking at the shadow in the corner she frowned, waved it away and spoke to it- Hush. Humans are not for eating. No no, we want to be freinds with him, so stop that. -she turned to Jinx with hope in her eyes- Will you allow me to study you?
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38Zorus: As he brought his shielded eyes back to the woman, his disinterested gaze did not waver. His body slouched as if he was already tired of standing here before the female thing. He couldn’t tell what she was. All he could tell was that she was sentient and possessed a life force, like nearly every animated creature did. “I don’t really get it.” Jinx unaverred, still unimpressed by whatever power this female thing was convinced the injured beast named Ruska possessed. “Having overwhelming power is boring as hell. I know this to be a fact.” He said as his gaze peered into her strange eyes. He’d suck his teeth as she tried to praise herself for whatever reason. She didn’t save him like she thought he did. Even if that Ruska character didn’t want to be healed with magic, Jinx possessed a mass collection of herbal recipes in his grimoire that could’ve possibly healed the behemoth in a matter of minutes. As she pinched his cheeks and uncovered his species identity, acting like a child who’d just discovered a new animal, his gaze would remain. “Yes, I am a human. That is all.” He said with no emotion, once again. The thing pulled at his clothes, examined his hair, and searched for gold in his ears. She spoke to shadows and presumably to herself, but this was not strange phenomena in the world of the mystic. A lot of the more magical creatures suffered from heavy delusions and multiple personalities. “No. You cannot study me. I know a lot about humans though. Subjectively, at least.” Jinx explained. He had never really had any friends due to his lack of social skills and limited emotions. He also lacked the ability to read peoples’ intentions very well and as a result, has had trouble keeping friends. “But I’m tired, I’ll explain tomorrow.” He stepped past the female thing and down the hallway. His strides were long and lazy as he found his way into the nearest corridor, the door opening and closing on its own accord– presumably powered by the juvenile human’s psychokinetic power. Once inside the room, he’d intentionally cut his thumb and draw a warding sigil on the door. “Stay out,” he exclaimed, activating the warding seal with his sheer willpower. The entire room was transferred into another dimension parallel to theirs, which hid him from the rest of the castle until he chose to appear again. This was the only possible way he could sleep. He didn’t feel safe sleeping any other way. He climbed onto the bed, embellished with satin sheets and laid on top of them. In less than thirty seconds, he was unconscious and resting.
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40DaoVeroStar: -As he stepped out of her grasp, Dao pulled a face, and followed him.- Oh come on, it wont hurt... Well, maybe not tomorrow, but the next time we meet. But who knows when that will be... -She was cut of by the door, and growled at it.- Fine be that way... -Dropping a shadow near the door, she wandered off, lookin for a room of her own. SHe oculd just sleep in a shadow and seeth there, but she wanted to pull Neska the fox out of it shadow home , giving the creature a place to run, and Invidia could not stay in her clothing forever. Arguing with her shadows as she left, noting that the one left at Jinx's door could not enter, Dao found an empty room, and looked around it. It would do she supposed, perhaps she would look at what clothing it held when she woke. Shadows climbed over the windows, and got rid of all the light, as Dao curled up o nthe bed with Invidia her snake, before closeing her eyes, appearing for all the world like a child asleep with her pet. As she slept, the shadows she had taken from the men on the battlefeild were assimilated, causing a growth in hair, and a slight change in height. -