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Cinia Pacifica
Ojou-sama Writer
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Cinia Pacifica
Ojou-sama Writer
After tens of minutes of running, they found themselves dangerously close to the Buckingham Palace. It was also around the roads of West Minster. The howls grew louder, and the man’s reluctance turned to more of a sense of duty.
“That is no mundane wolf,” the girl said between her breathes. “It sounds nothing like one,” she added, as they ran across the streets. According to her, they were apparently close.
“I don’t like this,” The man said, continuing to run, “I don’t like it one bit.”
The two stopped the next moment, and looked up. There seemed to something in the sky. The two narrowed their eyes and stared at the full moon.
Nothing was out of the ordinary.
Where were the wolf’s calls coming from, then?
That was answered as a dot appeared in the moon, and it soon expanded. The girl gave the second loudest yelp this night as the monster descended and fell before the two; crushing the stone-paved road before them with a roar.
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It was large, black, and as one would expect, full with long black fur. And it reminded both of not wolves, but werewolves instead.
“...Why didn’t I think of it? To think lycanthropes still exist,” she stated; surprised and somewhat scared at the same time, but she tried to contain herself from her fears.
The man sighed again, “To think they do indeed, although with the times as they are it hardly surprises me,” he said, moving in front of the girl, a gleaming sword appearing in his hands. Spinning the sword around his hands, he gripped it firmly and entered a stance. He was prepared for battle.
The lycanthrope gave another roar, and with it the king could feel the girl behind him shudder. “There’s a strange aura from his claws. Avoid them as best as you can,” she whispered to her protector.
He smiled and nodded, preparing himself for attack. The beast took no more moments to hold back, and charged forth. Each steps crushed the ground beneath him, wrecking the sight before the man; causing the dust to replace the mist in the air. The man parried the attack made with the claws. Of course, the girl tugged at his cloth as best as she could as he did so. The beast was so fast that he almost missed the moment it took the liberty to attack.
It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that he took notice from the killer’s intent alone.
“Tch, this wont be easy,” The man said, almost cursing. Spinning his sword again, the man launched his own attack. Gleaming sword held firmly in his right hand, he ducked under the Werewolf’s guard, matting its fur with red. As he did this however the Lycanthrope launched a counterattack slashing at him from behind.
“Ugh,” The man grunted, as more than the attack: he felt a venom course through his veins, “Poison eh? Not nice at all.”
“This is why you should be more careful!” The girl shouted from behind as she held out her arm towards the eyes that now shifted to her. Her lips moved as she chanted, as if praying. A purple glow, a resounding voice, and a wave of the same color invaded the monster. Before it could hit the head, the lycanthrope fortified; taking up its hand and allowing the spell to land upon it. The magic sucked on its fur and skin – making it dry and weak. She smirked, feeling victorious, but only for a moment, before she realized the sorry fact that the beast would likely be aiming for her next.
“You’d best watch out now,” The man said, “I don’t think he liked that.”
“At least I got a hit on… ” she replied, placing her hand over her hip, sounding high and mighty, until she was overshadowed by the large monster who bore his fangs and claws, apparently ready to cut her as if she was soft cheese.
And so the man heard the loudest shriek from the said girl after a long roar, as she was almost clawed to death by the beast possessing poisonous claws. The two now had blood with poison soon to run through their veins. It was as if the beast was teaching them the consequences of poking around the streets to investigate secrets at night. Albeit for the man, it was mysteriously prevented from spreading and causing pain to him.
Of course, the girl tried to make a swift-getaway, but they often work in imaginations rather than the reality, hence the large red mark over her stained white one-piece in her back now. The beast could only attack her with a single hand, as the other hand was not only dismantled by her spell, but also blackened by it as an aftermath.
When the man got up and stood before her and between the enemy yet again, the girl knelt on the stone pavement, holding back her tears despite the pain.
“Don’t you worry,” the man said, a faint blue glow emanating from his hands as he directed his power towards the girl. A light appeared over the girl and suddenly water sprayed from above her. She could feel her wounds closing with vapour and heat rising out of it, as if it was a miracle of God himself. But she knew better, and was familiar with these kind of pure water. She was fine dripping with holy water rather than deep red blood. It didn’t quite get rid of the stains, however. She could at least get up now, and ready her next move If she couldn’t get its head, she’d rather get its other hand.
With that in mind, she readied her next spell as she chanted. Calling upon her knowledge, her chants beckoned to the spirits of her home Realm, and thus she was able to gather mana from there – the ingredients to her offensive spell. Soon, a purple glow emanated once again, and it engulfed its other arm as it tried to protect its head from the spell. This was a predicted outcome. A direct hit to the head would’ve been lethal. The werewolf – having some sense of danger – would definitely protect it, as it had done so earlier. This time, it could only use the arm that it could still use, hence the other arm was used.
Now that it used both arms to protect itself from the spells, it couldn’t use its arms at all. Since both those arms got so much fluids sucked out of them from the spell that they were no longer functional.
“With this, we won’t have to worry about his poison at all,” the now-healed girl proudly claimed, pushing her – frankly, flat – chest out happily.
“And this,” the man proclaimed, “Is why I keep you around.”
The girl shot an angry glare. “Will you stop treating me like a convenient pet already?!” She expected something more plain. Like an honest praise, or perhaps whispers of lo- no, not from this man, she shook her head repeatedly to get the accidental thought out of her head.
Meanwhile, the lycanthrope howled loudly, as if calling for help.
“Ah, just shut up already,” the man leaped attempting to further stain the beast’s coat, but to no avail. Agile as Lycanthropes are; it nimbly avoided the attack.
“Curses,” he said wanting the battle to end.
“Arthur, something is not right,” the girl said, uttering the man’s name for the first time in the night. “Lycanthropes are lone magical creatures. Calling for help is unheard of, for them. I’ll try to keep my ears perked up, but you need to finish this soon,” she warned.
“I feared as much,” the man called Arthur said, frowning, “I’ll do my best, but he’s hardly a common Mage or Warrior.”
“A king should be able to take care of a rabid beast at least, yes?” She asked mockingly, before the lycanthrope yelled from the top of its lungs again. It made the floor shake, as well as herself. The man didn’t seemed to be scared one bit, however.
Moments after the noise subsided – her ears stopped ringing – and she perked up, as if awoken from a daze.
“Arthur! I hear something… I’ve never heard something so… subtle… something infernal might be on its way here,” she reported.
“Just what I needed,” the man complained before closing his eyes. Concentrating, he removed all impurity from the water. His reach encompassed the entire of Westminster. At the same time, the girl casted a simple spell; allowing her dress and body to be dry from all the dripping water now. She didn’t wanted to catch a cold, after all. Wet clothes felt bad to wear and are usually harder to move around in Since it was a simple spell, she was able to keep her previous spell active through minor concentration alone.
“It’s almost ready, hold on a bit,” he said. But the girl’s eye widened. Arthur looked back to her; puzzled. Then she pointed back to the lycanthrope, and then Arthur found something very, very familiar there. Or well, someone familiar.
A young-looking woman sat over a shoulder of the werewolf.
“It’s been a while,” a familiar voice said. It was clear and sweet, as if tempting him for relaxation. A voice as clear as a song. He remembered it very well. Albeit he didn’t know why she seemed younger. Perhaps it was one of her tricks?
“As tired as ever, I assume, Arthur?”
Black feathers danced across the air around the lycanthrope and the woman. There was hardly any sound, and he had no idea when his old nemesis even got here. Was he too preoccupied from concentrating? He’d have to figure that out later.
“Ah,” Arthur said, “It’s you. I was hoping you wouldn’t show your face again if I’m honest.”
“I wouldn’t need to, if it weren’t for you bullying my cute little pet here,” she said, her hands ensnaring around the wolf’s head as she hugged it lightly and caressing it with her feeble-looking hands. “Poor thing had been calling out for so long,” she said.
“This is all in self-defence I’m afraid. You ought to put a leash on that thing,” Arthur said disdainfully.
“Indeed. I did not plan for this to go out on its own,” she answered, agreeing with the man. “Perhaps it tried to do me a favor,” she giggled, sounding more evil than cute, somehow.
She then looked down, lower than Arthur, and frowned. “I’ll be taking your head soon enough,” her expression changed and she seemed rather angry than calm.
Arthur felt confounded. He looked back to the girl behind him. What’d she want with her? He then looked back to the black-dressed lolita, and found that the direction of her eyes lead before him instead. Lowering his glance; he found a blue figure before him. She was too short for him to notice.
It was a familiar child. Yet he couldn’t remember seeing her before.
“It is past bedtime. I’d request you all to away your arms, and rest your throats,” she said gently, yet it was a commanding tone. She’d hope that man would not fight each other at least past the bedtime. “I’ve had the curfew placed for a reason.”
“Boring. That’s all you have to say after we have this fated reunion?”
Arthur sighed, “This is all very tiring, as always. I can never catch a break when it comes to you two, although if I must say you’re both looking very youthful.”
“My real form, actually. I suppose this is the first time you’ve seen me like this.”
“I wish I wasn’t so little, but I cannot appear to be too old as a Queen… then the plan backfired,” she said disdainfully, sighing. “As a projection, this form is half my current age in terms of its form, however.”
“I feel even older in the presence of such young looking ladies,” Arthur admitted, “Although these days I’m constantly being reminded of my age, as unfortunate as that is.”
“Now, now. You’re as handsome as ever, does it matter anymore?” She said, giving a smile that seemed rather nostalgic to the old king.
“This does take me back,” Arthur said, “It’s such a shame that we had to leave off the way we did,” he said, half-joking.
“A decision you made was something I had to pay my respects to, King. However, I no longer find something so long ago a shame,” she brutally stated, facing the werewolf and its owner. “But really… I’d suggest you to go to bed already, Mister Director. No one wants you to be late – for work. I am disappointed that she failed to keep you in check,” she sighed, referring to the faerie who couldn’t quite find a way to speak in between such individuals. The faerie frowned, but that’s all she could do. There was no way that she could stop Arthur when she was supporting his goals.
“She is after my head, so there is nothing to worry about, I believe?”
“Tch,” Arthur tutted, disgruntled, “After I wasted all that energy. I guess we’re off Amrita”
“Thank you,” she said, giving a respectable bow to Arthur, “with this, my fight will be easier, at least,” she added, before walking towards the Buckingham Palace. Shining dusts gave off from the blueish-white spiritual form before it faded into the air.
When Arthur turned to give one final look at his nemesis, he only found black feathers and a bunch of craters that was caused by the werewolf during the battle.
“Ah… yes… ” Amrita said, it was as if Arthur’s words had broken the ice for her. “Ahh!” She uttered, apparently coming to a realization. “I hear a whole bunch of footsteps! It must be the Scotland Yard!”
“Let’s hurry then,” Arthur said irritably, “I’m not in the mood to deal with them.”
Amrita nodded, and the two then fled from the scene. With Amrita’s spell active, she could tell from through the currents of the air the paths they’d need to take to safely retreat.
“That is no mundane wolf,” the girl said between her breathes. “It sounds nothing like one,” she added, as they ran across the streets. According to her, they were apparently close.
“I don’t like this,” The man said, continuing to run, “I don’t like it one bit.”
The two stopped the next moment, and looked up. There seemed to something in the sky. The two narrowed their eyes and stared at the full moon.
Nothing was out of the ordinary.
Where were the wolf’s calls coming from, then?
That was answered as a dot appeared in the moon, and it soon expanded. The girl gave the second loudest yelp this night as the monster descended and fell before the two; crushing the stone-paved road before them with a roar.
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It was large, black, and as one would expect, full with long black fur. And it reminded both of not wolves, but werewolves instead.
“...Why didn’t I think of it? To think lycanthropes still exist,” she stated; surprised and somewhat scared at the same time, but she tried to contain herself from her fears.
The man sighed again, “To think they do indeed, although with the times as they are it hardly surprises me,” he said, moving in front of the girl, a gleaming sword appearing in his hands. Spinning the sword around his hands, he gripped it firmly and entered a stance. He was prepared for battle.
The lycanthrope gave another roar, and with it the king could feel the girl behind him shudder. “There’s a strange aura from his claws. Avoid them as best as you can,” she whispered to her protector.
He smiled and nodded, preparing himself for attack. The beast took no more moments to hold back, and charged forth. Each steps crushed the ground beneath him, wrecking the sight before the man; causing the dust to replace the mist in the air. The man parried the attack made with the claws. Of course, the girl tugged at his cloth as best as she could as he did so. The beast was so fast that he almost missed the moment it took the liberty to attack.
It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that he took notice from the killer’s intent alone.
“Tch, this wont be easy,” The man said, almost cursing. Spinning his sword again, the man launched his own attack. Gleaming sword held firmly in his right hand, he ducked under the Werewolf’s guard, matting its fur with red. As he did this however the Lycanthrope launched a counterattack slashing at him from behind.
“Ugh,” The man grunted, as more than the attack: he felt a venom course through his veins, “Poison eh? Not nice at all.”
“This is why you should be more careful!” The girl shouted from behind as she held out her arm towards the eyes that now shifted to her. Her lips moved as she chanted, as if praying. A purple glow, a resounding voice, and a wave of the same color invaded the monster. Before it could hit the head, the lycanthrope fortified; taking up its hand and allowing the spell to land upon it. The magic sucked on its fur and skin – making it dry and weak. She smirked, feeling victorious, but only for a moment, before she realized the sorry fact that the beast would likely be aiming for her next.
“You’d best watch out now,” The man said, “I don’t think he liked that.”
“At least I got a hit on… ” she replied, placing her hand over her hip, sounding high and mighty, until she was overshadowed by the large monster who bore his fangs and claws, apparently ready to cut her as if she was soft cheese.
And so the man heard the loudest shriek from the said girl after a long roar, as she was almost clawed to death by the beast possessing poisonous claws. The two now had blood with poison soon to run through their veins. It was as if the beast was teaching them the consequences of poking around the streets to investigate secrets at night. Albeit for the man, it was mysteriously prevented from spreading and causing pain to him.
Of course, the girl tried to make a swift-getaway, but they often work in imaginations rather than the reality, hence the large red mark over her stained white one-piece in her back now. The beast could only attack her with a single hand, as the other hand was not only dismantled by her spell, but also blackened by it as an aftermath.
When the man got up and stood before her and between the enemy yet again, the girl knelt on the stone pavement, holding back her tears despite the pain.
“Don’t you worry,” the man said, a faint blue glow emanating from his hands as he directed his power towards the girl. A light appeared over the girl and suddenly water sprayed from above her. She could feel her wounds closing with vapour and heat rising out of it, as if it was a miracle of God himself. But she knew better, and was familiar with these kind of pure water. She was fine dripping with holy water rather than deep red blood. It didn’t quite get rid of the stains, however. She could at least get up now, and ready her next move If she couldn’t get its head, she’d rather get its other hand.
With that in mind, she readied her next spell as she chanted. Calling upon her knowledge, her chants beckoned to the spirits of her home Realm, and thus she was able to gather mana from there – the ingredients to her offensive spell. Soon, a purple glow emanated once again, and it engulfed its other arm as it tried to protect its head from the spell. This was a predicted outcome. A direct hit to the head would’ve been lethal. The werewolf – having some sense of danger – would definitely protect it, as it had done so earlier. This time, it could only use the arm that it could still use, hence the other arm was used.
Now that it used both arms to protect itself from the spells, it couldn’t use its arms at all. Since both those arms got so much fluids sucked out of them from the spell that they were no longer functional.
“With this, we won’t have to worry about his poison at all,” the now-healed girl proudly claimed, pushing her – frankly, flat – chest out happily.
“And this,” the man proclaimed, “Is why I keep you around.”
The girl shot an angry glare. “Will you stop treating me like a convenient pet already?!” She expected something more plain. Like an honest praise, or perhaps whispers of lo- no, not from this man, she shook her head repeatedly to get the accidental thought out of her head.
Meanwhile, the lycanthrope howled loudly, as if calling for help.
“Ah, just shut up already,” the man leaped attempting to further stain the beast’s coat, but to no avail. Agile as Lycanthropes are; it nimbly avoided the attack.
“Curses,” he said wanting the battle to end.
“Arthur, something is not right,” the girl said, uttering the man’s name for the first time in the night. “Lycanthropes are lone magical creatures. Calling for help is unheard of, for them. I’ll try to keep my ears perked up, but you need to finish this soon,” she warned.
“I feared as much,” the man called Arthur said, frowning, “I’ll do my best, but he’s hardly a common Mage or Warrior.”
“A king should be able to take care of a rabid beast at least, yes?” She asked mockingly, before the lycanthrope yelled from the top of its lungs again. It made the floor shake, as well as herself. The man didn’t seemed to be scared one bit, however.
Moments after the noise subsided – her ears stopped ringing – and she perked up, as if awoken from a daze.
“Arthur! I hear something… I’ve never heard something so… subtle… something infernal might be on its way here,” she reported.
“Just what I needed,” the man complained before closing his eyes. Concentrating, he removed all impurity from the water. His reach encompassed the entire of Westminster. At the same time, the girl casted a simple spell; allowing her dress and body to be dry from all the dripping water now. She didn’t wanted to catch a cold, after all. Wet clothes felt bad to wear and are usually harder to move around in Since it was a simple spell, she was able to keep her previous spell active through minor concentration alone.
“It’s almost ready, hold on a bit,” he said. But the girl’s eye widened. Arthur looked back to her; puzzled. Then she pointed back to the lycanthrope, and then Arthur found something very, very familiar there. Or well, someone familiar.
A young-looking woman sat over a shoulder of the werewolf.
“It’s been a while,” a familiar voice said. It was clear and sweet, as if tempting him for relaxation. A voice as clear as a song. He remembered it very well. Albeit he didn’t know why she seemed younger. Perhaps it was one of her tricks?
“As tired as ever, I assume, Arthur?”
Black feathers danced across the air around the lycanthrope and the woman. There was hardly any sound, and he had no idea when his old nemesis even got here. Was he too preoccupied from concentrating? He’d have to figure that out later.
“Ah,” Arthur said, “It’s you. I was hoping you wouldn’t show your face again if I’m honest.”
“I wouldn’t need to, if it weren’t for you bullying my cute little pet here,” she said, her hands ensnaring around the wolf’s head as she hugged it lightly and caressing it with her feeble-looking hands. “Poor thing had been calling out for so long,” she said.
“This is all in self-defence I’m afraid. You ought to put a leash on that thing,” Arthur said disdainfully.
“Indeed. I did not plan for this to go out on its own,” she answered, agreeing with the man. “Perhaps it tried to do me a favor,” she giggled, sounding more evil than cute, somehow.
She then looked down, lower than Arthur, and frowned. “I’ll be taking your head soon enough,” her expression changed and she seemed rather angry than calm.
Arthur felt confounded. He looked back to the girl behind him. What’d she want with her? He then looked back to the black-dressed lolita, and found that the direction of her eyes lead before him instead. Lowering his glance; he found a blue figure before him. She was too short for him to notice.
It was a familiar child. Yet he couldn’t remember seeing her before.
“It is past bedtime. I’d request you all to away your arms, and rest your throats,” she said gently, yet it was a commanding tone. She’d hope that man would not fight each other at least past the bedtime. “I’ve had the curfew placed for a reason.”
“Boring. That’s all you have to say after we have this fated reunion?”
Arthur sighed, “This is all very tiring, as always. I can never catch a break when it comes to you two, although if I must say you’re both looking very youthful.”
“My real form, actually. I suppose this is the first time you’ve seen me like this.”
“I wish I wasn’t so little, but I cannot appear to be too old as a Queen… then the plan backfired,” she said disdainfully, sighing. “As a projection, this form is half my current age in terms of its form, however.”
“I feel even older in the presence of such young looking ladies,” Arthur admitted, “Although these days I’m constantly being reminded of my age, as unfortunate as that is.”
“Now, now. You’re as handsome as ever, does it matter anymore?” She said, giving a smile that seemed rather nostalgic to the old king.
“This does take me back,” Arthur said, “It’s such a shame that we had to leave off the way we did,” he said, half-joking.
“A decision you made was something I had to pay my respects to, King. However, I no longer find something so long ago a shame,” she brutally stated, facing the werewolf and its owner. “But really… I’d suggest you to go to bed already, Mister Director. No one wants you to be late – for work. I am disappointed that she failed to keep you in check,” she sighed, referring to the faerie who couldn’t quite find a way to speak in between such individuals. The faerie frowned, but that’s all she could do. There was no way that she could stop Arthur when she was supporting his goals.
“She is after my head, so there is nothing to worry about, I believe?”
“Tch,” Arthur tutted, disgruntled, “After I wasted all that energy. I guess we’re off Amrita”
“Thank you,” she said, giving a respectable bow to Arthur, “with this, my fight will be easier, at least,” she added, before walking towards the Buckingham Palace. Shining dusts gave off from the blueish-white spiritual form before it faded into the air.
When Arthur turned to give one final look at his nemesis, he only found black feathers and a bunch of craters that was caused by the werewolf during the battle.
“Ah… yes… ” Amrita said, it was as if Arthur’s words had broken the ice for her. “Ahh!” She uttered, apparently coming to a realization. “I hear a whole bunch of footsteps! It must be the Scotland Yard!”
“Let’s hurry then,” Arthur said irritably, “I’m not in the mood to deal with them.”
Amrita nodded, and the two then fled from the scene. With Amrita’s spell active, she could tell from through the currents of the air the paths they’d need to take to safely retreat.
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Good hair for once.
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Dat Oboro
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Such beats.
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Out in the darkness of the night – Claudia was back outside her lord’s lodgings, and found herself in the streets of Holborn, now with her teacher instead of her lord. The man begun a stroll before Claudia could even get a moment to ask what she’d be doing tonight.
Both arms had just reached ten in the clock, the night was yet to grow much… more darker, and possibly grimmer. The world was full of surprises, especially in the city of London where more and more magicians gathered each day. Rumors in the Magic World had it that it was a clever ploy set to amass mages to protect the land from the modern nations living in the Current Time – what people refers to as the New World here – by her majesty the Queen Victoria.
The Queen’s impossible reign – the renowned mage who held an astounding yet alarming number of vis in almost every moments of her life to instill the feeling and emotion of fear among the magicians. Naturally, it also gives rise to enviousness. Why wouldn’t it? Those were the crowning jewels, as good as a diamond tiara – to the Magic World. The vis are estimated to be of the Queen size, how befitting. Not even the members of Diogenes at the feet of her Highness, or the Shrine’s shamans held so much vis – it was believed that they had a Rook sized vis or two, however.
[color=#B90047]“I am going to assign you a work,”[/color] the teacher said, [color=#B90047]“and you’ll be doing this every night after escorting your Lord back to his lodgings, understood? This was intended to start from tomorrow, but it shall be tonight due to your punishment.”[/color]
[color=#E982CE]”Of course,"[/color] Claudia nodded hoarsely, almost dreading what is to come.
[color=#B90047]“Go on from here and around the bridge there,”[/color] the teacher said, pointing to the bridge going over River Thames. It was a thin and narrow bridge meant for people to cross rather than carriages and gurneys, “you’ll meet the man who’ll be needing your help. Only he is there at the moment, so do not worry.”
[color=#E982CE]”I should feel so special...."[/color] mumbled Claudia as she walked off in the direction her teacher pointed her to. She was only irritated with herself however, as she put herself in this predicament. There was nothing she could do about it nonetheless.
Out in the darkness of the night – Claudia was back outside her lord’s lodgings, and found herself in the streets of Holborn, now with her teacher instead of her lord. The man begun a stroll before Claudia could even get a moment to ask what she’d be doing tonight.
Both arms had just reached ten in the clock, the night was yet to grow much… more darker, and possibly grimmer. The world was full of surprises, especially in the city of London where more and more magicians gathered each day. Rumors in the Magic World had it that it was a clever ploy set to amass mages to protect the land from the modern nations living in the Current Time – what people refers to as the New World here – by her majesty the Queen Victoria.
The Queen’s impossible reign – the renowned mage who held an astounding yet alarming number of vis in almost every moments of her life to instill the feeling and emotion of fear among the magicians. Naturally, it also gives rise to enviousness. Why wouldn’t it? Those were the crowning jewels, as good as a diamond tiara – to the Magic World. The vis are estimated to be of the Queen size, how befitting. Not even the members of Diogenes at the feet of her Highness, or the Shrine’s shamans held so much vis – it was believed that they had a Rook sized vis or two, however.
[color=#B90047]“I am going to assign you a work,”[/color] the teacher said, [color=#B90047]“and you’ll be doing this every night after escorting your Lord back to his lodgings, understood? This was intended to start from tomorrow, but it shall be tonight due to your punishment.”[/color]
[color=#E982CE]”Of course,"[/color] Claudia nodded hoarsely, almost dreading what is to come.
[color=#B90047]“Go on from here and around the bridge there,”[/color] the teacher said, pointing to the bridge going over River Thames. It was a thin and narrow bridge meant for people to cross rather than carriages and gurneys, “you’ll meet the man who’ll be needing your help. Only he is there at the moment, so do not worry.”
[color=#E982CE]”I should feel so special...."[/color] mumbled Claudia as she walked off in the direction her teacher pointed her to. She was only irritated with herself however, as she put herself in this predicament. There was nothing she could do about it nonetheless.
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Readers' polls only, I suppose.
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no u
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That NPC who appears in quest list.
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Ryuuchamashi wrote...
Alas, I have not read your work before you had edited it, as such, I do not think I would be able to provide you with a reflection of substance.Not really many major changes were done, other than - and notably - the addition of italics and the brackets, I believe.
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Dawn_of_Dark wrote...
About the scientist bit, if you feel like you need to know about it, then check the spoiler below:Spoiler:
Certainly an interesting part here.
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Svetlana and Lily entered the house. Svetlana cheerfully rushed in, while Lily took small and light steps tentatively as she peeked into the house from the door. Svetlana had to pull her in – till the two were inside.
[color=blue]“It… really is small,”[/color] Lily commented, apparently slightly disappointed.
[color=#C0C0C0]“Well its big enough for mama and me. But its better than sleeping on the streets, don’t you think?”[/color]
[color=blue]“Mama…? S… Streets might be… better! I… don’t want to… intrude your… family,”[/color] Lily said, putting up her hands to protest all over again as she regretted agreeing to come with her after all.
[color=#C0C0C0]“You’re not intruding, plus mama would be happy I brought a friend over. So no more ideas about sleeping in the streets. “[/color]
Lily closed her eyes in defeat. [color=blue]“Yes… ”[/color] she conceded. Mystic Tracer was far too pushy for her to refuse. The two then walked into the living room, a wall of stones with a mantelpiece, and a wooden ceiling. There was a sofa and a table before the two. A set of lights in the center of the room illuminated it barely, and a bookshelf that was likely full of books relating to magical and supernatural topics. Some wooden pillars supported the small house, and a door lead way to the kitchen, toilet, and one bedroom Lily could see.
[color=#C0C0C0]“Mama, I’m home, and I’ve brought a friend over.”[/color] Svetlana happily said as she sat on the sofa. She then signalled to Lily to come over to seat.
Lily nodded reluctantly, and sat at the corner of the sofa, trying not to take up much space. Her legs were mashed together with her hands topping the knees, it seemed that she was rather nervous. It was the first time a female †˜friend’ invited her to her place, after all. The interior design seemed rather foreign to her.
A woman in black attire walked in to meet the two. “Welcome home, Svetlana, and it is nice to see you bring a friend in,” it seemed to be Svetlana’s mother, who welcomed the two with a smile.
“Please, be at ease and relax, I am Valeriya, Svetlana’s mother,” she said, looking at Lily – introducingn herself. She almost said †˜apparently’ but then remembered that she had lost her recollection of the relation whatsoever, for which she was not sure about some things herself. Lily nodded and begun to actually relax, but then noticed that this woman seemed abnormally young for a mother. She was starting to have a hunch about these two now.
[color=blue]“Nice… to meet you… I am Lily,”[/color] she introduced herself in return. [color=blue]“Thank you for… letting me stay here tonight… I am grateful,”[/color] she said, expressing her gratitude. [color=blue]Such kind people… I pray to God from the bottom of my heart – that they be blessed with happiness. However, I must not indulge this for long.[/color]
Svetlana then scooch closer to Lily and began whispering into her ear. [color=#C0C0C0]“Hey hey, Lily please don’t tell mama the kind of work we do. I don’t want her to find out, and since you heard my real name now, you can call me Svetlana while we are in my house.”[/color] Svetlana then happily stood up and headed towards her mother. [color=#C0C0C0]“Mama, you been feeling okay? No sudden headaches or pains?”[/color]
Lily simply gave a polite and silent [color=blue]“yes,”[/color] as Svetlana instructed, but then she thought… that it was rather unfair knowing her real name, and not giving her own real name. She’d likely tell later at a better time.
“Ah, no, I’ve been fine today… dear. Sorry if I made you worry,” Svetlana’s mother replied, beaming a smile at her daughter. Lily looked at the two and didn’t speak word, and smiled at them. She wondered if her mother had some kind of illness or stress issues.
[color=#C0C0C0]“Oh, Mama have you began cooking, if not, let’s cook together. I’m starving and I’m certain Lily is also starving.”[/color]
Lily immediately stood up, Svetlana saw the next words coming. [color=blue]“I-I’m really... not hungry!”[/color]
“No, not yet, this would be a good time to start,” Valeriya said, coming to an agreement regarding the starvation.
[color=#C0C0C0]“Okay mama,”[/color] Svetlana happily said, [color=#C0C0C0]“Lily, we were out working all day I know you haven’t ate anything yet. No need to be shy.”[/color]
[color=blue]““I… I will feel guilty at this rate. May I help… with anything?””[/color] Lily asked.
The three then worked on dinner. Lily was asked to chop up some of the vegetables, which she was about to slice apart – along with the kitchen – with her broadsword until Svetlana noticed and stopped her from summoning her blade. Of course, the mother took it as friends being friends and did not quite noticed what happened. They soon had a good meal of dinner, and then chatted in the living room for some time. Lily was very hesitant to open up, and it seemed like a tough nut to crack in her case. Valeriya soon said that she was going to bed, after which Svetlana remembered why she even invited Lily here, and urged for them to head to bed.
Of course, Lily refused to leave the sofa.
[color=blue]“I… I will be fine here,”[/color] Lily said to Svetlana who was pulling her hand while standing, but Lily was too strong a woman to be pulled away by a childlike girl.
[color=#C0C0C0]“I thought it over and I think it would be better if you sleep with me on my bed. Plus it will be more comfortable that way.”[/color] Svetlana said as she continued trying to pull Lily in vain.
[color=blue]“But… your bed… must not intrude. Also, must study,”[/color] Lily still protested vehemently.
[color=#C0C0C0]“I don’t mind, I always wanted to share a bed with a friend anyways. Plus you studying now is a big no, don’t forget we have to get up early tomorrow! I can’t leave you here now if you are gonna be up all night.”[/color]
Lily pouted. [color=blue]“Svetlana… pushy,”[/color] she commented silently as she got up from the sofa at last. At least she called Svetlana out by her name for the first time. Albeit, she was having a hard time believing that Svetlana would call someone she just met today a friend.
The two then went to the bedroom. One was happily skipping her way into it, the other walked slowly and steadily with a nervous look on her face. Lily found one bed where Svetlana’s mother – Valeriya was sleeping in – and the other, an unoccupied bed, which she assumed was Svetlana’s. It was small, but could still fit the two of them. Albeit it’d be a little cramped that way. She supposed it was good enough for Svetlana alone and giggled to herself before following her to her bed.
[color=blue]“Would we… really fit?”[/color] Lily jokingly asked.
[color=#C0C0C0]“Sure we will if not we can just hug each other tightly.”[/color] Svetlana said with a giggle.
[color=blue]“W-Was… joking,”[/color] Lily said, her cheeks slightly blushed at the thought of sleeping so… intimately, and with a girl too. Her teachings popped into her mind about the… †˜abnormal’ relationships just about now. At the same time, she couldn’t deny that it was strangely an appealing idea, which made her angry at herself. [color=blue]“Bed seems… just about enough,”[/color] she said, concluding with a deep nod.
[color=#C0C0C0]“Well then, you go first Lily”[/color] Svetlana said as she waited for Lily to go lay down first.
[color=blue]“I can’t sleep on the other side… ?”[/color] Lily said, seeming sad. Her eyes peeked at Svetlana from behind a book, which was her apparent study-book. Svetlana peered at it with a look of dissatisfaction, and noticed that it was a book regarding the Russian language. So that’s what she meant by studying – Lily wanted to get better in the Russian language.
[color=#C0C0C0]“Nope, its for your own good. We both need to be well rested and I think you will get better sleep there.”[/color]
[color=blue]“Yes… ”[/color] Lily gave up, putting the book away into her pouch. She could not reason with this person, so she found herself climbing her way into the bed and her back faced the wall as she laid her body down onto the bed.
Svetlana followed, laying down facing Lily. [color=#C0C0C0]“Well then goodnight,”[/color] Svetlana said happily as she then closed her eyes. Lily too, closed her eyes after nodding. The two would then have a good sleep.
[color=blue]“It… really is small,”[/color] Lily commented, apparently slightly disappointed.
[color=#C0C0C0]“Well its big enough for mama and me. But its better than sleeping on the streets, don’t you think?”[/color]
[color=blue]“Mama…? S… Streets might be… better! I… don’t want to… intrude your… family,”[/color] Lily said, putting up her hands to protest all over again as she regretted agreeing to come with her after all.
[color=#C0C0C0]“You’re not intruding, plus mama would be happy I brought a friend over. So no more ideas about sleeping in the streets. “[/color]
Lily closed her eyes in defeat. [color=blue]“Yes… ”[/color] she conceded. Mystic Tracer was far too pushy for her to refuse. The two then walked into the living room, a wall of stones with a mantelpiece, and a wooden ceiling. There was a sofa and a table before the two. A set of lights in the center of the room illuminated it barely, and a bookshelf that was likely full of books relating to magical and supernatural topics. Some wooden pillars supported the small house, and a door lead way to the kitchen, toilet, and one bedroom Lily could see.
[color=#C0C0C0]“Mama, I’m home, and I’ve brought a friend over.”[/color] Svetlana happily said as she sat on the sofa. She then signalled to Lily to come over to seat.
Lily nodded reluctantly, and sat at the corner of the sofa, trying not to take up much space. Her legs were mashed together with her hands topping the knees, it seemed that she was rather nervous. It was the first time a female †˜friend’ invited her to her place, after all. The interior design seemed rather foreign to her.
A woman in black attire walked in to meet the two. “Welcome home, Svetlana, and it is nice to see you bring a friend in,” it seemed to be Svetlana’s mother, who welcomed the two with a smile.
“Please, be at ease and relax, I am Valeriya, Svetlana’s mother,” she said, looking at Lily – introducingn herself. She almost said †˜apparently’ but then remembered that she had lost her recollection of the relation whatsoever, for which she was not sure about some things herself. Lily nodded and begun to actually relax, but then noticed that this woman seemed abnormally young for a mother. She was starting to have a hunch about these two now.
[color=blue]“Nice… to meet you… I am Lily,”[/color] she introduced herself in return. [color=blue]“Thank you for… letting me stay here tonight… I am grateful,”[/color] she said, expressing her gratitude. [color=blue]Such kind people… I pray to God from the bottom of my heart – that they be blessed with happiness. However, I must not indulge this for long.[/color]
Svetlana then scooch closer to Lily and began whispering into her ear. [color=#C0C0C0]“Hey hey, Lily please don’t tell mama the kind of work we do. I don’t want her to find out, and since you heard my real name now, you can call me Svetlana while we are in my house.”[/color] Svetlana then happily stood up and headed towards her mother. [color=#C0C0C0]“Mama, you been feeling okay? No sudden headaches or pains?”[/color]
Lily simply gave a polite and silent [color=blue]“yes,”[/color] as Svetlana instructed, but then she thought… that it was rather unfair knowing her real name, and not giving her own real name. She’d likely tell later at a better time.
“Ah, no, I’ve been fine today… dear. Sorry if I made you worry,” Svetlana’s mother replied, beaming a smile at her daughter. Lily looked at the two and didn’t speak word, and smiled at them. She wondered if her mother had some kind of illness or stress issues.
[color=#C0C0C0]“Oh, Mama have you began cooking, if not, let’s cook together. I’m starving and I’m certain Lily is also starving.”[/color]
Lily immediately stood up, Svetlana saw the next words coming. [color=blue]“I-I’m really... not hungry!”[/color]
“No, not yet, this would be a good time to start,” Valeriya said, coming to an agreement regarding the starvation.
[color=#C0C0C0]“Okay mama,”[/color] Svetlana happily said, [color=#C0C0C0]“Lily, we were out working all day I know you haven’t ate anything yet. No need to be shy.”[/color]
[color=blue]““I… I will feel guilty at this rate. May I help… with anything?””[/color] Lily asked.
The three then worked on dinner. Lily was asked to chop up some of the vegetables, which she was about to slice apart – along with the kitchen – with her broadsword until Svetlana noticed and stopped her from summoning her blade. Of course, the mother took it as friends being friends and did not quite noticed what happened. They soon had a good meal of dinner, and then chatted in the living room for some time. Lily was very hesitant to open up, and it seemed like a tough nut to crack in her case. Valeriya soon said that she was going to bed, after which Svetlana remembered why she even invited Lily here, and urged for them to head to bed.
Of course, Lily refused to leave the sofa.
[color=blue]“I… I will be fine here,”[/color] Lily said to Svetlana who was pulling her hand while standing, but Lily was too strong a woman to be pulled away by a childlike girl.
[color=#C0C0C0]“I thought it over and I think it would be better if you sleep with me on my bed. Plus it will be more comfortable that way.”[/color] Svetlana said as she continued trying to pull Lily in vain.
[color=blue]“But… your bed… must not intrude. Also, must study,”[/color] Lily still protested vehemently.
[color=#C0C0C0]“I don’t mind, I always wanted to share a bed with a friend anyways. Plus you studying now is a big no, don’t forget we have to get up early tomorrow! I can’t leave you here now if you are gonna be up all night.”[/color]
Lily pouted. [color=blue]“Svetlana… pushy,”[/color] she commented silently as she got up from the sofa at last. At least she called Svetlana out by her name for the first time. Albeit, she was having a hard time believing that Svetlana would call someone she just met today a friend.
The two then went to the bedroom. One was happily skipping her way into it, the other walked slowly and steadily with a nervous look on her face. Lily found one bed where Svetlana’s mother – Valeriya was sleeping in – and the other, an unoccupied bed, which she assumed was Svetlana’s. It was small, but could still fit the two of them. Albeit it’d be a little cramped that way. She supposed it was good enough for Svetlana alone and giggled to herself before following her to her bed.
[color=blue]“Would we… really fit?”[/color] Lily jokingly asked.
[color=#C0C0C0]“Sure we will if not we can just hug each other tightly.”[/color] Svetlana said with a giggle.
[color=blue]“W-Was… joking,”[/color] Lily said, her cheeks slightly blushed at the thought of sleeping so… intimately, and with a girl too. Her teachings popped into her mind about the… †˜abnormal’ relationships just about now. At the same time, she couldn’t deny that it was strangely an appealing idea, which made her angry at herself. [color=blue]“Bed seems… just about enough,”[/color] she said, concluding with a deep nod.
[color=#C0C0C0]“Well then, you go first Lily”[/color] Svetlana said as she waited for Lily to go lay down first.
[color=blue]“I can’t sleep on the other side… ?”[/color] Lily said, seeming sad. Her eyes peeked at Svetlana from behind a book, which was her apparent study-book. Svetlana peered at it with a look of dissatisfaction, and noticed that it was a book regarding the Russian language. So that’s what she meant by studying – Lily wanted to get better in the Russian language.
[color=#C0C0C0]“Nope, its for your own good. We both need to be well rested and I think you will get better sleep there.”[/color]
[color=blue]“Yes… ”[/color] Lily gave up, putting the book away into her pouch. She could not reason with this person, so she found herself climbing her way into the bed and her back faced the wall as she laid her body down onto the bed.
Svetlana followed, laying down facing Lily. [color=#C0C0C0]“Well then goodnight,”[/color] Svetlana said happily as she then closed her eyes. Lily too, closed her eyes after nodding. The two would then have a good sleep.
Cinia Pacifica
Ojou-sama Writer
(BGM)[/h]
“We’ve gotten quite the number of †˜them’, this time, boss.”
A report came in.
“That’s the haul of this month. We sure are lucky, or should I say our efforts are finally bearing fruit. Either way, we should celebrate, boss!”
The man suggested showing a big grin.
His boss sat before him in the office on a black seat behind a desk. The office didn’t look anything special, there were some portraits of old times, nothing else except for papers and documents. It was clearly a dirty room nonetheless.
And it wasn’t just his room that was kept untidy, it was the entire trading company of Zayat that was basically a rundown military line full of dirt and dust collecting here and there. The members of this Organization cared more about work than anything. Work as in business. Business as in illegal matters. Of course, they also had their public business sector that worked to keep a front for the company, for which places like the lobby or reception halls were kept sparkling clean.
The boss wouldn’t get so many visitors other than his underlings in the office, so he didn’t pay the caretakers to clean most parts of the establishment, and the office was one of them.
[color=#ffcc00]”I see. . .”[/color] He simply responded, not sharing in his underling’s enthusiasm. [color=#ffcc00]”Well, it’s good to see that business is improving,”[/color] He remarked, turning around his chair to face the man. A stern expression revealed across his battle-hardened face, [color=#ffcc00]”But remember that complacency kills. If we start taking things too far, even the mayor won’t be able to cover for us.”[/color] He lectured.
[color=#ffcc00]”Leave the report here, I’ll read the rest later.”[/color] He ordered, leaning back onto his comfortable office chair.
“Ah, yes,” the man in black suit replied, then placed a bunch of papers before his boss. Each papers contained profiles made for all the abducted individuals. “i’ll see what we can do to cut the numbers, but other than that; we’re prepared to transport them anytime you want, boss,” he said before walking off and leaving the office.
Shutting the door behind him, the boss was left alone in silence. He stared down the stack of dossiers before sighing and swinging his chair back around to stare out his office windows. From it, he could view the entire warehouse sector of his building, it was originally designed for a factory foreman to supervise a production line and frankly that’s how he liked it.
From his office, he observed his men offloading their merchandise from trucks that backed into the warehouse, letting the chilling winter wind blow in and cover the floor with it’s soft powdery snow. As their doors opened, the men guided out groups of young, disoriented girls and brought them over to a holding room. He took notice to their ragged clothes and dishevelled appearance. It was an all too common story for these girls.
Many of them came from low income families who just couldn’t support them, others have a falling out and run away. Either way, they wouldn’t have lasted out there, not in the cruel Russian winter. With nothing to lose, they might as well earn their keep from whoever it is out there who’ll buy them. And if he could profit from such a thing, how worse is it than leaving them for dead in the streets. That is what he thought as he sat there in his comfortable chair. Reckoning he had seen enough, he swung back over to his desk and read over the tower of papers.
Already, he could see his men had gone much over the quota. He could almost imagine a call coming from the mayor right now. [color=#ffcc00]”RING RING. Kazimir, what the hell are you doing? They’re gonna send in the Riders if you keep this up. Think about what’ll happen to me if they find out I’m covering your ass.”[/color] He thought mockingly as he let out a tired sigh. [color=#ffcc00]”I suppose it’s time to chase out some rats.”[/color] He remarked as he stood from his seat.
“Why not send some of them our way, then?” A voice asked from behind the desk. As Kazimir turned, he found an illusion; a hologram of a man wearing a rich-looking tuxedo and a hat.
“As long as we †˜buy’ some of them off of you; they’ll still be in the city. After all, no one cares about some nameless folks, yes?” He suggested, but spoke with a charming smile of a prince that girls would only dream of. He seemed young – younger than Kazimir, anyway.
A smirk ran across Kazimir’s face. [color=#ffcc00]”By all means,”[/color] He responded, bringing his arms up to a shrugging gesture, [color=#ffcc00]”It is no business of mine in what the buyer does with my merchandise.”[/color]
“Excellent. We don’t want to reveal our locations to the Soviets. So, I propose that you have the †˜extras’ part off some distance before reaching the Magic Portal, then,” the voice answered. “We’ll give out a signal when your cargo is around the area, of course.”
Kazimir simply nodded in acknowledgement to the hologram before it faded away. Looking back out to the warehouse, he noticed his men were finished processing the cargo.
The man from earlier entered the room again.
“I think we’re now really ready for the transfer, boss. It seemed like we had more people than necessary as you’ve mentioned, so we’re likely about to scrap some of them soon,” he reported.
Kazimir turned back to face his underling, his grin still apparent on his face. [color=#ffcc00]”Nevermind that, they’re coming along too.”[/color] He answered, walking over to a nearby locker. [color=#ffcc00]”Tell the men to gear up as well,”[/color] he added, grabbing a large, steel sledgehammer, [color=#ffcc00]”We might be expecting company.”[/color]
His man smiled back with a toothy grin. “Now we’re talking. Gotcha, boss!” He said, running over to the door, but then he stopped to turn his head, “what about yer lady, do we tell her †˜bout this?”
He went silent for a moment, looking out the window of his office again. [color=#ffcc00]”She’s not back yet, is she. . . ?”[/color] He asked, already knowing the answer. He pouted and nodded his head, [color=#ffcc00]”Oh well, I guess she’ll find out once she gets back.”[/color] he resigned as he rested his sledge onto his shoulder.
“Gotcha, boss,” his underling said, leaving the office.
“We’ve gotten quite the number of †˜them’, this time, boss.”
A report came in.
“That’s the haul of this month. We sure are lucky, or should I say our efforts are finally bearing fruit. Either way, we should celebrate, boss!”
The man suggested showing a big grin.
His boss sat before him in the office on a black seat behind a desk. The office didn’t look anything special, there were some portraits of old times, nothing else except for papers and documents. It was clearly a dirty room nonetheless.
And it wasn’t just his room that was kept untidy, it was the entire trading company of Zayat that was basically a rundown military line full of dirt and dust collecting here and there. The members of this Organization cared more about work than anything. Work as in business. Business as in illegal matters. Of course, they also had their public business sector that worked to keep a front for the company, for which places like the lobby or reception halls were kept sparkling clean.
The boss wouldn’t get so many visitors other than his underlings in the office, so he didn’t pay the caretakers to clean most parts of the establishment, and the office was one of them.
[color=#ffcc00]”I see. . .”[/color] He simply responded, not sharing in his underling’s enthusiasm. [color=#ffcc00]”Well, it’s good to see that business is improving,”[/color] He remarked, turning around his chair to face the man. A stern expression revealed across his battle-hardened face, [color=#ffcc00]”But remember that complacency kills. If we start taking things too far, even the mayor won’t be able to cover for us.”[/color] He lectured.
[color=#ffcc00]”Leave the report here, I’ll read the rest later.”[/color] He ordered, leaning back onto his comfortable office chair.
“Ah, yes,” the man in black suit replied, then placed a bunch of papers before his boss. Each papers contained profiles made for all the abducted individuals. “i’ll see what we can do to cut the numbers, but other than that; we’re prepared to transport them anytime you want, boss,” he said before walking off and leaving the office.
Shutting the door behind him, the boss was left alone in silence. He stared down the stack of dossiers before sighing and swinging his chair back around to stare out his office windows. From it, he could view the entire warehouse sector of his building, it was originally designed for a factory foreman to supervise a production line and frankly that’s how he liked it.
From his office, he observed his men offloading their merchandise from trucks that backed into the warehouse, letting the chilling winter wind blow in and cover the floor with it’s soft powdery snow. As their doors opened, the men guided out groups of young, disoriented girls and brought them over to a holding room. He took notice to their ragged clothes and dishevelled appearance. It was an all too common story for these girls.
Many of them came from low income families who just couldn’t support them, others have a falling out and run away. Either way, they wouldn’t have lasted out there, not in the cruel Russian winter. With nothing to lose, they might as well earn their keep from whoever it is out there who’ll buy them. And if he could profit from such a thing, how worse is it than leaving them for dead in the streets. That is what he thought as he sat there in his comfortable chair. Reckoning he had seen enough, he swung back over to his desk and read over the tower of papers.
Already, he could see his men had gone much over the quota. He could almost imagine a call coming from the mayor right now. [color=#ffcc00]”RING RING. Kazimir, what the hell are you doing? They’re gonna send in the Riders if you keep this up. Think about what’ll happen to me if they find out I’m covering your ass.”[/color] He thought mockingly as he let out a tired sigh. [color=#ffcc00]”I suppose it’s time to chase out some rats.”[/color] He remarked as he stood from his seat.
“Why not send some of them our way, then?” A voice asked from behind the desk. As Kazimir turned, he found an illusion; a hologram of a man wearing a rich-looking tuxedo and a hat.
“As long as we †˜buy’ some of them off of you; they’ll still be in the city. After all, no one cares about some nameless folks, yes?” He suggested, but spoke with a charming smile of a prince that girls would only dream of. He seemed young – younger than Kazimir, anyway.
A smirk ran across Kazimir’s face. [color=#ffcc00]”By all means,”[/color] He responded, bringing his arms up to a shrugging gesture, [color=#ffcc00]”It is no business of mine in what the buyer does with my merchandise.”[/color]
“Excellent. We don’t want to reveal our locations to the Soviets. So, I propose that you have the †˜extras’ part off some distance before reaching the Magic Portal, then,” the voice answered. “We’ll give out a signal when your cargo is around the area, of course.”
Kazimir simply nodded in acknowledgement to the hologram before it faded away. Looking back out to the warehouse, he noticed his men were finished processing the cargo.
The man from earlier entered the room again.
“I think we’re now really ready for the transfer, boss. It seemed like we had more people than necessary as you’ve mentioned, so we’re likely about to scrap some of them soon,” he reported.
Kazimir turned back to face his underling, his grin still apparent on his face. [color=#ffcc00]”Nevermind that, they’re coming along too.”[/color] He answered, walking over to a nearby locker. [color=#ffcc00]”Tell the men to gear up as well,”[/color] he added, grabbing a large, steel sledgehammer, [color=#ffcc00]”We might be expecting company.”[/color]
His man smiled back with a toothy grin. “Now we’re talking. Gotcha, boss!” He said, running over to the door, but then he stopped to turn his head, “what about yer lady, do we tell her †˜bout this?”
He went silent for a moment, looking out the window of his office again. [color=#ffcc00]”She’s not back yet, is she. . . ?”[/color] He asked, already knowing the answer. He pouted and nodded his head, [color=#ffcc00]”Oh well, I guess she’ll find out once she gets back.”[/color] he resigned as he rested his sledge onto his shoulder.
“Gotcha, boss,” his underling said, leaving the office.
Cinia Pacifica
Ojou-sama Writer
[size=9](BGM)[/h]
The group were now in the central office, past the main door that was guarded by the two scary-looking armored machine knights.
“Here’s yer share, gal,” the birdman said, handing the silver-haired young-girl her share – a small packet – the payment – from the manager at the counter of the office.
“And only this much is all we get for actually taking the lives of those guys, what a shame, I say,” the black-armored man said disdainfully, peeking into the measly amount of cash inside the packet. The blonde girl stood without a word, silently retrieving her share of money.
[color=#C0C0C0]“Boo, I was expecting more.”[/color] Svetlana said while pouting. [color=#C0C0C0]“I suppose I should see what other job I can get for tomorrow. Hey hey, Lilies want to work together again?”[/color]
[color=blue][/color]“In short… just... Lily is… fine,”[/color] the woman replied, then gave a nod. [color=blue]“I don’t… mind,”[/color] it seemed like it’d take a long time before she was used to speaking Russian normally…
[color=#C0C0C0]“Hey mister you got anything else that pays more than this for tomorrow!”[/color] Svetlana said loudly as she waved at the office manager. Lily walked and stood beside Mystic Tracer as they faced the man who sat behind the window panel. This was the man who’d usually give out the Posters. Even if they were called Posters, they were slightly different from the conventional papers plastered over the walls for advertisement. Around here, Poster was a term that referred to a slip of paper that detailed a mission offered by the Soviet to Riders, or whoever wished to earn cash and rewards in exchange of hard work.
“Well, you can’t bloody expect us to pay more than that with for C ranked missions,” the man spat back. One could very well claim that this man had a loud, obnoxious and a wild voice. “If you wanna get more cash, you should be looking to the more deadlier works, like the B ranked, A ranked, or – if you’ve got the guts – the S ranked missions!”
“We just got a new S ranked job, in fact. You’d be rich if you could do this, girlie. Unless you bring a mob with you, that is.”
This was just the way the officer spoke now. He was used to all kinds of people, and from all the experience; he learned that talking kindly and nicely was not the norm of this place, not with the Riders, anyway. He didn’t really mean the girl any actual disrespect. Everyone complained about the payments, even he found it unfair, but it was what his superiors had decided, not him. Not like the salary was so great, either. So he didn’t mind getting all casual even while at work. These Riders could earn more by working day by day. Only good part about working here was that he was getting paid – without having to place his life on the line like the others crowding the lobby here.
[color=#C0C0C0]“Oh, what is the job about misterrrr,”[/color] Svetlana said with curiosity.
“Glad you asked girlie. It’s the Mafia! Those rascals smugglin’ girls and women alike, and well, children. It’s human trafficking that USSR truly hates,” the officer answered with a glint of anger in his eyes. Of course the USSR would hate it, but this man seemed to hate such deeds personally, too.
“It’s just so criminal, and we lose potential economic growth for the future for it. Besides, who wants to be sold off to some fat perverts?! Anyway, the job is to rescue some carriers holding such frail and innocent people. We got some information here,” the man said, showing a slip of paper, “saying where the transportation vehicle was last spotted, and a prediction as to what routes it may take. It will be difficult, and perhaps the result may be death. I ain’t forcin’ ya cute little girlies. You up for it?”
[color=#C0C0C0]“You wouldn’t know how heavily armed they are, would you miiister?”[/color]
“Well-armed I’d claim, it’s S-ranked for a reason. They’re quite dangerous, too,” he answered instantly, one would assume that they’d be well-equipped without a doubt.
[color=#C0C0C0]“Hey hey! You two want to come along? If it’s just me and Lily I rather not try,”[/color] Svetlana said as she waved at the birdman and the hooded man.
“Oh no no, those Mafias would flay my skin alive. I’m not ready for that day,” the birdman said, waving his hands repeatedly and dismissively. “Right pal?”
The other man nodded, agreeing with him.
[color=blue]“Let’s… do it, Mystic Tracer,”[/color] Lily suggested boldly anyway.
Svetlana was surprised but smiled. [color=#C0C0C0]“Alriiiight then! It should be fun anyways.”[/color] Svetlana then turned back to the office manager. [color=#C0C0C0]“We’ll take it. My new friend here seems confident we can do it. Plus its annoying just getting garbage payments.”[/color]
“Atta girl!” The officer remarked. “Alright you’re hired,” he said, handing the slip of paper after giving it the sign of approval.
“Remember, if you fall into deep trouble, sprint for your life. No point in taking a risk of life – you don’t get anythin’ if you can’t live using the reward,” he then leaned his face forward and spoke in a low voice, “also, word of advice, they say a former military officer is the leader of that Mafia… just, stay sharp!”
To this Lily narrowed her eyes, but she didn’t speak a word.
[color=#C0C0C0]“Alrighty, thanks for the info misterrr.”[/color] Svetlana then went up to Lily. [color=#C0C0C0]“Hey Lily would you happen to have a watch?”[/color]
Lily nodded in response only, then pulled out her pocket watch from the small bag that was strapped behind her skirt, and opened it, the clock’s hands were indeed moving with every tick. Unlike the mundanes, Lily was a mage, so she’d definitely have a clock of her own, as the Russians had no sense of time.
[color=#C0C0C0]“That’s perfeeect. Alright lets meet up at six †˜o’ clock. We should be able to get plenty of sleep.”[/color]
[color=blue]“I say… five †˜o’ clock,”[/color] Lily answered, albeit unable to find the right words to express her opinion. [color=blue]“So, we get…. 4 hours, to prepare… ambush. Preparation… needed. Location of target… distance… long.”[/color]
[color=#C0C0C0]“Okay. That’s fine with me. You have a place where you can get proper rest, right?”[/color]
Lily nodded three times with unusual vigor, as if she knew just the place to rest, then pointed her finger to… outside – that indicated a corner of the street. [color=blue]“Church is full… street… better,”[/color] she openly claimed, having approved the cold corner.
[color=#C0C0C0]“Eh.”[/color] Svetlana was speechless for a second suddenly, [color=#C0C0C0]“Lily are you crazy! It’s freezing out there and the street isn’t a place a lady should sleep at!”[/color]
Lily’s cheek bubbled up as she pouted with a frown. [color=blue]“A-Any place is… fine… as long as God… is with me,”[/color] she replied with faith that could likely move the mountains. [color=blue]“It… worked out…. usually, anyway. I can bear… some cold,”[/color] she tried to reason with Mystic Tracer.
Svetlana was stunned but she couldn’t bear the thought of Lily sleeping on the street especially when it was still snowing. [color=#C0C0C0]“I know I just met you. But I agreed to do this job with you and I can’t bear the thought that we can’t even begin the job if you died buried in the snow frozen. So at least for today just stay at my place. It’s not big but at least sleeping on a sofa would be better than the streets.”[/color]
[color=blue]“I… I won’t die… i… in snow,”[/color] Lily said, as if finding that incomprehensible. [color=blue]“I… I can’t accept such an offer! You are too… k… kind. I can not repay,”[/color] she protested.
[color=#C0C0C0]“Don’t worry about the money. You’re helping me out on a big mission already anyways. If we succeed that’s payment enough for me. Even if we don’t I already said you’re my friend and I won’t leave a friend out in the snow.”[/color]
[color=blue]“F… Friend? Well… if you insist. I will do my best to… help…. tomorrow,”[/color] Lily answered, showing a little smile for the first time, yet she averted her gaze out of shame for accepting help like this.
[color=#C0C0C0]“Alrighty, lets goooo.”[/color] Svetlana said as she grabbed Lily hand and began leading her to her place.
The group were now in the central office, past the main door that was guarded by the two scary-looking armored machine knights.
“Here’s yer share, gal,” the birdman said, handing the silver-haired young-girl her share – a small packet – the payment – from the manager at the counter of the office.
“And only this much is all we get for actually taking the lives of those guys, what a shame, I say,” the black-armored man said disdainfully, peeking into the measly amount of cash inside the packet. The blonde girl stood without a word, silently retrieving her share of money.
[color=#C0C0C0]“Boo, I was expecting more.”[/color] Svetlana said while pouting. [color=#C0C0C0]“I suppose I should see what other job I can get for tomorrow. Hey hey, Lilies want to work together again?”[/color]
[color=blue][/color]“In short… just... Lily is… fine,”[/color] the woman replied, then gave a nod. [color=blue]“I don’t… mind,”[/color] it seemed like it’d take a long time before she was used to speaking Russian normally…
[color=#C0C0C0]“Hey mister you got anything else that pays more than this for tomorrow!”[/color] Svetlana said loudly as she waved at the office manager. Lily walked and stood beside Mystic Tracer as they faced the man who sat behind the window panel. This was the man who’d usually give out the Posters. Even if they were called Posters, they were slightly different from the conventional papers plastered over the walls for advertisement. Around here, Poster was a term that referred to a slip of paper that detailed a mission offered by the Soviet to Riders, or whoever wished to earn cash and rewards in exchange of hard work.
“Well, you can’t bloody expect us to pay more than that with for C ranked missions,” the man spat back. One could very well claim that this man had a loud, obnoxious and a wild voice. “If you wanna get more cash, you should be looking to the more deadlier works, like the B ranked, A ranked, or – if you’ve got the guts – the S ranked missions!”
“We just got a new S ranked job, in fact. You’d be rich if you could do this, girlie. Unless you bring a mob with you, that is.”
This was just the way the officer spoke now. He was used to all kinds of people, and from all the experience; he learned that talking kindly and nicely was not the norm of this place, not with the Riders, anyway. He didn’t really mean the girl any actual disrespect. Everyone complained about the payments, even he found it unfair, but it was what his superiors had decided, not him. Not like the salary was so great, either. So he didn’t mind getting all casual even while at work. These Riders could earn more by working day by day. Only good part about working here was that he was getting paid – without having to place his life on the line like the others crowding the lobby here.
[color=#C0C0C0]“Oh, what is the job about misterrrr,”[/color] Svetlana said with curiosity.
“Glad you asked girlie. It’s the Mafia! Those rascals smugglin’ girls and women alike, and well, children. It’s human trafficking that USSR truly hates,” the officer answered with a glint of anger in his eyes. Of course the USSR would hate it, but this man seemed to hate such deeds personally, too.
“It’s just so criminal, and we lose potential economic growth for the future for it. Besides, who wants to be sold off to some fat perverts?! Anyway, the job is to rescue some carriers holding such frail and innocent people. We got some information here,” the man said, showing a slip of paper, “saying where the transportation vehicle was last spotted, and a prediction as to what routes it may take. It will be difficult, and perhaps the result may be death. I ain’t forcin’ ya cute little girlies. You up for it?”
[color=#C0C0C0]“You wouldn’t know how heavily armed they are, would you miiister?”[/color]
“Well-armed I’d claim, it’s S-ranked for a reason. They’re quite dangerous, too,” he answered instantly, one would assume that they’d be well-equipped without a doubt.
[color=#C0C0C0]“Hey hey! You two want to come along? If it’s just me and Lily I rather not try,”[/color] Svetlana said as she waved at the birdman and the hooded man.
“Oh no no, those Mafias would flay my skin alive. I’m not ready for that day,” the birdman said, waving his hands repeatedly and dismissively. “Right pal?”
The other man nodded, agreeing with him.
[color=blue]“Let’s… do it, Mystic Tracer,”[/color] Lily suggested boldly anyway.
Svetlana was surprised but smiled. [color=#C0C0C0]“Alriiiight then! It should be fun anyways.”[/color] Svetlana then turned back to the office manager. [color=#C0C0C0]“We’ll take it. My new friend here seems confident we can do it. Plus its annoying just getting garbage payments.”[/color]
“Atta girl!” The officer remarked. “Alright you’re hired,” he said, handing the slip of paper after giving it the sign of approval.
“Remember, if you fall into deep trouble, sprint for your life. No point in taking a risk of life – you don’t get anythin’ if you can’t live using the reward,” he then leaned his face forward and spoke in a low voice, “also, word of advice, they say a former military officer is the leader of that Mafia… just, stay sharp!”
To this Lily narrowed her eyes, but she didn’t speak a word.
[color=#C0C0C0]“Alrighty, thanks for the info misterrr.”[/color] Svetlana then went up to Lily. [color=#C0C0C0]“Hey Lily would you happen to have a watch?”[/color]
Lily nodded in response only, then pulled out her pocket watch from the small bag that was strapped behind her skirt, and opened it, the clock’s hands were indeed moving with every tick. Unlike the mundanes, Lily was a mage, so she’d definitely have a clock of her own, as the Russians had no sense of time.
[color=#C0C0C0]“That’s perfeeect. Alright lets meet up at six †˜o’ clock. We should be able to get plenty of sleep.”[/color]
[color=blue]“I say… five †˜o’ clock,”[/color] Lily answered, albeit unable to find the right words to express her opinion. [color=blue]“So, we get…. 4 hours, to prepare… ambush. Preparation… needed. Location of target… distance… long.”[/color]
[color=#C0C0C0]“Okay. That’s fine with me. You have a place where you can get proper rest, right?”[/color]
Lily nodded three times with unusual vigor, as if she knew just the place to rest, then pointed her finger to… outside – that indicated a corner of the street. [color=blue]“Church is full… street… better,”[/color] she openly claimed, having approved the cold corner.
[color=#C0C0C0]“Eh.”[/color] Svetlana was speechless for a second suddenly, [color=#C0C0C0]“Lily are you crazy! It’s freezing out there and the street isn’t a place a lady should sleep at!”[/color]
Lily’s cheek bubbled up as she pouted with a frown. [color=blue]“A-Any place is… fine… as long as God… is with me,”[/color] she replied with faith that could likely move the mountains. [color=blue]“It… worked out…. usually, anyway. I can bear… some cold,”[/color] she tried to reason with Mystic Tracer.
Svetlana was stunned but she couldn’t bear the thought of Lily sleeping on the street especially when it was still snowing. [color=#C0C0C0]“I know I just met you. But I agreed to do this job with you and I can’t bear the thought that we can’t even begin the job if you died buried in the snow frozen. So at least for today just stay at my place. It’s not big but at least sleeping on a sofa would be better than the streets.”[/color]
[color=blue]“I… I won’t die… i… in snow,”[/color] Lily said, as if finding that incomprehensible. [color=blue]“I… I can’t accept such an offer! You are too… k… kind. I can not repay,”[/color] she protested.
[color=#C0C0C0]“Don’t worry about the money. You’re helping me out on a big mission already anyways. If we succeed that’s payment enough for me. Even if we don’t I already said you’re my friend and I won’t leave a friend out in the snow.”[/color]
[color=blue]“F… Friend? Well… if you insist. I will do my best to… help…. tomorrow,”[/color] Lily answered, showing a little smile for the first time, yet she averted her gaze out of shame for accepting help like this.
[color=#C0C0C0]“Alrighty, lets goooo.”[/color] Svetlana said as she grabbed Lily hand and began leading her to her place.
Cinia Pacifica
Ojou-sama Writer
Alright, the second poll of writing contest is now up.
Cinia Pacifica
Ojou-sama Writer
Chiligyro wrote...
try reading it while have "Ride of the Valkyries" running in the backgroundpls no
Cinia Pacifica
Ojou-sama Writer
After a lot of aimless walking through River Thames, and then through some streets, the pair found themselves in the Western End. More specifically, Hyde Park. It was where the Great Exhibitions would take place, with the Crystal Palace set behind it. Originally, it was a place Henry VIII had set up for hunting. Now, it was visited for people of all kinds of social classes, starting from commoners to middle class townspeople, to even nobles.
At night, it held a more scary and lonely view, full of chilly winds. This was the one of the few green places left in London where people could go to simply relax.
[color=purple]“It seems like we have a full moon tonight,”[/color] the girl said. Her eyes could – unlike most – see through the gray skies covering England. [color=purple]“I wonder if what they say is true… that the vampires become more active and stronger under the moon.”[/color]
[color=#87afc7]“Let’s hope not,”[/color] The man said, sincerely wishing that he wouldn’t have to fight a full strength vampire, let alone one enhanced by the moon.
[color=purple]“Hmm… I’ve been meaning to ask but haven’t ever asked… have you fought a vampire before?”[/color] The girl asked curiously.
[color=#87afc7]“Something like one, that’s for sure,”[/color] He admitted.
[color=purple]“How was it? Do they really have pale skin and long f-fangs like in those fictional works?”[/color] She asked, a hint of fear in her face, she probably watched too many unnecessary things in her apparent †˜busy’ times, and instead came to fear horror movies.
[color=#87afc7]“They’re even worse, they have bright red eyes, their fangs are a foot long, and they eat the flesh of faeries as sustenance,”[/color] he said staring at his companion with full seriousness, however it was clear he was trying not to laugh.
[color=purple]“F-Foot long…? F-Flesh of faeries as sustenance… ”[/color] she repeated, as if trying to process the words into her mind. [color=purple]“Just what have I been tagging along to find...”[/color]
[color=purple]“Wait! You’re messing around with me again, aren’t you!”[/color]
The man burst out laughing, [color=#87afc7]“I’m sorry but you’re too easy,”[/color] he said between gasps of breath.
[color=purple]“Sheesh. What’s so respectable about this guy that they treated him like a king?”[/color] She muttered, after pouting, and averting her gaze away from the man, and looking towards the tall towers of the Engine factories. Of course, it was so late at night that people stopped working. They couldn’t even if they wanted to now, due to the curfew.
[color=purple]“Do you hear that?”[/color] A more serious expression showed, and a howl could be heard from far away. [color=purple]“Sounds like… a wolf? Albeit, you took care of some earlier, I believe.”[/color]
The man sighed, [color=#87afc7]“Shall we check it out then?”[/color] he said reluctantly.
At night, it held a more scary and lonely view, full of chilly winds. This was the one of the few green places left in London where people could go to simply relax.
[color=purple]“It seems like we have a full moon tonight,”[/color] the girl said. Her eyes could – unlike most – see through the gray skies covering England. [color=purple]“I wonder if what they say is true… that the vampires become more active and stronger under the moon.”[/color]
[color=#87afc7]“Let’s hope not,”[/color] The man said, sincerely wishing that he wouldn’t have to fight a full strength vampire, let alone one enhanced by the moon.
[color=purple]“Hmm… I’ve been meaning to ask but haven’t ever asked… have you fought a vampire before?”[/color] The girl asked curiously.
[color=#87afc7]“Something like one, that’s for sure,”[/color] He admitted.
[color=purple]“How was it? Do they really have pale skin and long f-fangs like in those fictional works?”[/color] She asked, a hint of fear in her face, she probably watched too many unnecessary things in her apparent †˜busy’ times, and instead came to fear horror movies.
[color=#87afc7]“They’re even worse, they have bright red eyes, their fangs are a foot long, and they eat the flesh of faeries as sustenance,”[/color] he said staring at his companion with full seriousness, however it was clear he was trying not to laugh.
[color=purple]“F-Foot long…? F-Flesh of faeries as sustenance… ”[/color] she repeated, as if trying to process the words into her mind. [color=purple]“Just what have I been tagging along to find...”[/color]
[color=purple]“Wait! You’re messing around with me again, aren’t you!”[/color]
The man burst out laughing, [color=#87afc7]“I’m sorry but you’re too easy,”[/color] he said between gasps of breath.
[color=purple]“Sheesh. What’s so respectable about this guy that they treated him like a king?”[/color] She muttered, after pouting, and averting her gaze away from the man, and looking towards the tall towers of the Engine factories. Of course, it was so late at night that people stopped working. They couldn’t even if they wanted to now, due to the curfew.
[color=purple]“Do you hear that?”[/color] A more serious expression showed, and a howl could be heard from far away. [color=purple]“Sounds like… a wolf? Albeit, you took care of some earlier, I believe.”[/color]
The man sighed, [color=#87afc7]“Shall we check it out then?”[/color] he said reluctantly.
Cinia Pacifica
Ojou-sama Writer
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Dark. It was a dark night. As always, it was so dark.
The skies were covered with the dark clouds that shrouds London- no, the entire England. Past midnight did the clocks’ arms strike, the clouds would not only dim the light of the moon, but rule out the stars’ radiance, usually. Since there was no moon tonight; it was simply… dark. Under such a sky, was a lady in black – driving a gurney.
She was dressed in a rather strange attire, completely different to that of an ordinary driver. Some would look at her strange, especially in the morning, or even two hours ago, in fact. She’d hardly care, however. All she cared about was escorting her lord – who sat behind her – to his destination – his home – their home.
They were just past the St Paul’s Cathedral now, and was on their way to Holborn, where her master bought a rather high-class lodgings for his stay in London. It was no mansion, or a large establishment, but was definitely luxurious and expensive. Only the two would stay there, with no other servants. His main mansion rested all the way back in Cleveland, and he only brought over one person – a maid and a bodyguard at the same time. One would suppose she was also a driver, too.
[color=#AABA6D]“Are we there yet?”[/color] Her lord – the Duke – asked his female driver.
[color=#E982CE]"Mnm, we've near arrived my Lord,"[/color] said the young driver. She had not bat an eye to her lord, rather she kept eyes planted onto the road before her. [color=#E982CE]"...I'd have to say, it is such a rather groady night. It's a wonder how one could travel anywhere in such darkness."[/color] she said, pouting at the night's moon. Usually she would enjoy a night like this-- through the comfort of her bedroom window. Traveling in this was not one of the things she pictured doing.
[color=#AABA6D]“Well, we have Engine lights to lit-up the way, I believe?”[/color] The Duke replied, taking a glance to the side past the window; few Engine lights were indeed on. They were good enough for driving, one would think. But then it was arguable, it wasn’t that bright, so her lord somewhat agreed. [color=#AABA6D]“I wonder if they are attempting to save power by not making them brighter,”[/color] he openly wondered.
[color=#E982CE]"That would likely be a given, my Lord. After all, England isn't the most well-off city in terms of resources these days."[/color] replied the driver. Her voice was as sharp as the rattle on a snake, the way she pronounced each syllable in a sentence was rather curious but yet, rang true to her accent. French, maybe? [color=#E982CE]"Despite the exemplary feat in architecture and few nobles running about, one would think that we would have enough funds to keep the city lit, no?"[/color]
[color=#AABA6D]“Well… it may also be a political decision on the Queen’s part, she is rather protective of her nation, after all,”[/color] William stated, hypothesizing. [color=#AABA6D]“Our nation is at the top of the world in its time, unfortunately the rest of the world had moved on,”[/color] he stated.
The girl put up a diplomatic smile, followed by a prompt head tilt, her ruby pupils sparkled within the city's gas lights. [color=#E982CE]"I suppose you are correct, my Lord."[/color] accepted the girl not feeling the need to drag on the conversation any longer than it should be. [color=#E982CE]"That is my view, however. You're probably weary, shall I leave you to enjoy the ride in silence?"[/color]
[color=#AABA6D]“...I do not mind either way, really. However, as a politician, I’d think my views hold more weight, haha,”[/color] William laugh as he spoke. He was indeed tired from the whole day, but tonight was an important one to him… after all, something will be changing soon. [color=#AABA6D]“That said, how was the academy today? Did you have fun?”[/color]
The girl paused for a moment, placing a finger on her lips in contemplation of an answer. [color=#E982CE]"It was...eventful. Apart from the occasional mundane lessons, I was taught a new spell today,"[/color] she said with an accomplished smile, she would have performed it just for her master's eyes only, but she was still driving. [color=#E982CE]"It's a rather interesting spell-- of the Muto technique for animals, actually. It's hard to describe how it works but basically, I could do something as simple as sitting on a horse and it's entire appearance will change, almost like bending to my will and assuming a personally suitable to mine."[/color] she explained ardently.
[color=#E982CE]"The best part about it, however, is watching the other students fail at this technique. Someone managed to turn their horse into what is perceived to be a Unicorn-- at least, that's what I think they call it."[/color] she chuckled.
[color=#AABA6D]“Ooh, I think I’ve seen that spell before,”[/color] William said, looking back into the distant past. While he was an experienced user of magic, he hadn’t learned Animal Form spells. [color=#AABA6D]“Amusing, I’ve love to see a unicorn in flesh one day, actually. I hear that they exist in Magical Forests in the Magic Realm.”[/color]
[color=#E982CE]"Is that so? Well I would be delighted to take you one of these days. I hear the sights are something to bear."[/color]
[color=#AABA6D]“If the time ever permits me to do so, I’d absolutely join you,”[/color] William smiled, responding to his driver.
[color=#AABA6D]“Are you sure, by the way?”[/color] William begun, [color=#AABA6D]“to join our Organization?”[/color]
The woman paused, taking a moment to process the question, to think of a viable decision. [color=#E982CE]”...Yes, my Lord. I am ready,”[/color] decided the woman wearing a determined impression. [color=#E982CE]”I want to prove to you that I am useful in every way I can. My sword is your sword-- no, I am your sword, sir.”[/color]
[color=#AABA6D]“If that is your decision, then so be it. If you come to hate me for it; you’re free to do so, too,”[/color] William answered her statement with his eyes closed.
Dark. It was a dark night. As always, it was so dark.
The skies were covered with the dark clouds that shrouds London- no, the entire England. Past midnight did the clocks’ arms strike, the clouds would not only dim the light of the moon, but rule out the stars’ radiance, usually. Since there was no moon tonight; it was simply… dark. Under such a sky, was a lady in black – driving a gurney.
She was dressed in a rather strange attire, completely different to that of an ordinary driver. Some would look at her strange, especially in the morning, or even two hours ago, in fact. She’d hardly care, however. All she cared about was escorting her lord – who sat behind her – to his destination – his home – their home.
They were just past the St Paul’s Cathedral now, and was on their way to Holborn, where her master bought a rather high-class lodgings for his stay in London. It was no mansion, or a large establishment, but was definitely luxurious and expensive. Only the two would stay there, with no other servants. His main mansion rested all the way back in Cleveland, and he only brought over one person – a maid and a bodyguard at the same time. One would suppose she was also a driver, too.
[color=#AABA6D]“Are we there yet?”[/color] Her lord – the Duke – asked his female driver.
[color=#E982CE]"Mnm, we've near arrived my Lord,"[/color] said the young driver. She had not bat an eye to her lord, rather she kept eyes planted onto the road before her. [color=#E982CE]"...I'd have to say, it is such a rather groady night. It's a wonder how one could travel anywhere in such darkness."[/color] she said, pouting at the night's moon. Usually she would enjoy a night like this-- through the comfort of her bedroom window. Traveling in this was not one of the things she pictured doing.
[color=#AABA6D]“Well, we have Engine lights to lit-up the way, I believe?”[/color] The Duke replied, taking a glance to the side past the window; few Engine lights were indeed on. They were good enough for driving, one would think. But then it was arguable, it wasn’t that bright, so her lord somewhat agreed. [color=#AABA6D]“I wonder if they are attempting to save power by not making them brighter,”[/color] he openly wondered.
[color=#E982CE]"That would likely be a given, my Lord. After all, England isn't the most well-off city in terms of resources these days."[/color] replied the driver. Her voice was as sharp as the rattle on a snake, the way she pronounced each syllable in a sentence was rather curious but yet, rang true to her accent. French, maybe? [color=#E982CE]"Despite the exemplary feat in architecture and few nobles running about, one would think that we would have enough funds to keep the city lit, no?"[/color]
[color=#AABA6D]“Well… it may also be a political decision on the Queen’s part, she is rather protective of her nation, after all,”[/color] William stated, hypothesizing. [color=#AABA6D]“Our nation is at the top of the world in its time, unfortunately the rest of the world had moved on,”[/color] he stated.
The girl put up a diplomatic smile, followed by a prompt head tilt, her ruby pupils sparkled within the city's gas lights. [color=#E982CE]"I suppose you are correct, my Lord."[/color] accepted the girl not feeling the need to drag on the conversation any longer than it should be. [color=#E982CE]"That is my view, however. You're probably weary, shall I leave you to enjoy the ride in silence?"[/color]
[color=#AABA6D]“...I do not mind either way, really. However, as a politician, I’d think my views hold more weight, haha,”[/color] William laugh as he spoke. He was indeed tired from the whole day, but tonight was an important one to him… after all, something will be changing soon. [color=#AABA6D]“That said, how was the academy today? Did you have fun?”[/color]
The girl paused for a moment, placing a finger on her lips in contemplation of an answer. [color=#E982CE]"It was...eventful. Apart from the occasional mundane lessons, I was taught a new spell today,"[/color] she said with an accomplished smile, she would have performed it just for her master's eyes only, but she was still driving. [color=#E982CE]"It's a rather interesting spell-- of the Muto technique for animals, actually. It's hard to describe how it works but basically, I could do something as simple as sitting on a horse and it's entire appearance will change, almost like bending to my will and assuming a personally suitable to mine."[/color] she explained ardently.
[color=#E982CE]"The best part about it, however, is watching the other students fail at this technique. Someone managed to turn their horse into what is perceived to be a Unicorn-- at least, that's what I think they call it."[/color] she chuckled.
[color=#AABA6D]“Ooh, I think I’ve seen that spell before,”[/color] William said, looking back into the distant past. While he was an experienced user of magic, he hadn’t learned Animal Form spells. [color=#AABA6D]“Amusing, I’ve love to see a unicorn in flesh one day, actually. I hear that they exist in Magical Forests in the Magic Realm.”[/color]
[color=#E982CE]"Is that so? Well I would be delighted to take you one of these days. I hear the sights are something to bear."[/color]
[color=#AABA6D]“If the time ever permits me to do so, I’d absolutely join you,”[/color] William smiled, responding to his driver.
[color=#AABA6D]“Are you sure, by the way?”[/color] William begun, [color=#AABA6D]“to join our Organization?”[/color]
The woman paused, taking a moment to process the question, to think of a viable decision. [color=#E982CE]”...Yes, my Lord. I am ready,”[/color] decided the woman wearing a determined impression. [color=#E982CE]”I want to prove to you that I am useful in every way I can. My sword is your sword-- no, I am your sword, sir.”[/color]
[color=#AABA6D]“If that is your decision, then so be it. If you come to hate me for it; you’re free to do so, too,”[/color] William answered her statement with his eyes closed.
Cinia Pacifica
Ojou-sama Writer
Only female.
Rice or katsudon?
Rice or katsudon?
Cinia Pacifica
Ojou-sama Writer
cruz737 wrote...
I'm almost at 5 years of posting too.Anyways, congrats. Midfag status achieved?
Nah, oldfags are 5 years at least.