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The first thing that wakes Akane up is an aching throat. He curls into himself, clutching the blanket dearly, and very aware of the voice beside him. Though, Judas’s cheery morning attitude is what really shakes him awake. He doesn’t make sense of what he’s saying, still swimming in a bleary...

This demon’s logic makes her head spin. Not out of confusion, but disbelief. At how dimwitted these creatures truly were. It’s a condescending though; she immediately stashes It away and pleads for forgiveness. It’s just—That’s was how things were being looked at? A typical dynamic of what could...

Akane frowns, clearly unsettled by what’s been said. “Keep them locked up?” He shakes his head. Yes, Akane was unfamiliar with the animal. He’s never had an encounter with the scaled creature, but he wasn’t ignorant to the fact this felt wrong. It was obvious they weren’t usually confined to a...

"Stubborn thing," Apronia says with a pinch in her brows. It seems this conflict won't escalate too severely. She really believes that for a moment or two, sizing up the demon who treats the other like rubbish. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she spots the child. Immediately, she lights up...

There's a shift in the atmosphere and it's not a good one. This is the only announcement needed for the foul beings arrival, really. The shiver and chill that shackles the angel for the briefest moment only drowns her expression in unhappiness. A demon of all things. A loudmouth one at that. She...

It would’ve been so much easier had he had a sign. Just big, bold letters printed on a board strung around his neck, “Blind! Blind! Blind!” It’s exhausting to go over again for strangers, but he understands he must. There’s no distinctive tell for the moment. Most could quickly pick up the...

@Myrta Characters ___ Timble Heathway, a nine-year-old human boy from a little way down below. Born in Montreal, his mother and father both took on a nasty car collision and died upon impact. Her soul was here, that much was made clear by the information handed over. Looking a little further...

“You’re a contortionist too?” Akane asks, clearly awed. He listens to the act with wonder in his eyes. A real puppet, he muses. Not one you stuck a hand into and flung around with a voice that clearly came from the poor puppeteer’s obviously moving lips. No. This was much different...

Sterling and Judas were a mismatched pair. This is how Akane sees it, or depicts from everything he hears from the other; the flashy imagery that’s pulled from both the name and his personality. It could be far off, but it’s only a first encounter. He’s not as subtle as Sterling either. There’s...

Akane’s fingers find themselves lost in the threads of his bag, the one he clung to since leaving. It sits in his lap and isn’t too heavy. The ride was fairly quiet, not that he was complaining; silence was a gift at this point. In silence you could really think, pick up the little things that...

“You don’t have to—.” The load on his arms lessens nonetheless and Akane frowns. He holds what he still has close, shielding it against his chest and appearing cross. “that wasn’t necessary, I can carry my own.” Politeness be damned, this man was undeserving of gratitude. He’s still beyond...

It’s done with a single pen stroke. There’s nothing he can do or say to prevent this outcome, and he can only listen as the exchange is finalized. The tip of a pen, scratching against paper in what signs him off to this—stranger. That’s what he was now, someone he’d never really met, it leaves...

Clutching the cloth that’s been thrown to him, he almost rejects it. He doesn’t even realize there’s blood until something warm and wet slips down his knuckle. It makes him forget he’s in the room entirely, dealing with his fate. Nothing hurt more than when you knew it was there. For Akane...

“I don’t know that exact mechanics! Electricity, I guess.” Adric explains, deflating a little. “God—tell me you know what that is.”  What did he mean he couldn’t just leave? Sure he could, couldn’t he? Adric steps out of the way and exits the kitchen full. Too stressed to even reprimand the...

“I think Lying Bastard suits you.”  Leo slaps the table beside him and it rattles viciously. “Akane, quiet.”  How could he be quiet now? He’s visibly shaking, hands balled up at his sides as he listens to the complete shift. Sterling changes and he does it with complete ease. A liar, a...

“Utopia!” Leo howls with a fierce grin. “Oh, my old man used to love that place. You run a fine show, a fine one indeed.”  Akane curls into himself, crossing his arms even tighter over his chest and listening. He hates the smell of the man standing far too close. He hated the hand on him as...

Something pops, Akane’s sure of it. It’s loud and startles him. It’s too quiet out for it to go hidden, or even get lost in the breeze. He isn’t fond of the sound and tries not to let it show. The weight on Akane’s hand disappears entirely as the coat is taken back without a word. At first, he’s...

The light haired male would jump not once, but twice. At the sharp sound of the compact being shut along with something warm being draped over his shoulders. Akane wasn’t skittish by any means, but he’s cautious and has every right to be. His finger curl around the jacket and pull it shut...

Akane wasn’t startled. In all honestly he had thought it was his friend returning with water—not this. He even holds his hand out, but drops it when the man is close enough. He’s not close enough for him to get scent. Not at first. This stranger’s voice is nice. Akane is sensitive to the sounds...

There was something he could do about it. There had to be. He was a witch, there must be a way to undo this. He didn’t know if it was written on the paper, or perhaps buried deeper in his mess of an attic. Adric just knew that somewhere—something had an answer to all of this and it sure wasn’t...