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"I don't have any candy, and if one more child comes to my door asking for it, I'm going to start attacking people."

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"They created a model of the round version, and pressed it flat so it would be easier to print. It's either that or pop-up textbooks!"

"Huh??...Wouldn't you need to press it flat first, then?"

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"The version on the textbook page is a picture of a globe that's been pressed flat. Simple."

"Well, yeah, the earth is flat. If it were 3d, how would they print it in a text book?"

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@oneeyedpsychic

"And what did we learn from that fight?" Lilith's smile is condescending as she casts a healing spell. Sure it was a little funny to see Zal charge a monster in the water like that, but it seems this new form has only, somehow, made her scrappier.

(If she keeps hitting her tail against that rock, I'll have to heal her again...)

"At least let me back you up next time. Though I suppose I'm not much of a swimmer, I can at least provide backup from land."

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"Murder is more than just fun, it's also easy and free!"

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"Makes sense. This place suits you." A sigh as she slings her bag over one shoulder.

"I wasn't trying to be funny. I fully intend to pay him another visit one of these days. A 'thank you' visit for the lovely dagger. Much better than the one you sold me, I'll have you know. His work is quite exquisite." Her eye stays trained on him as he moves. Thankfully for him, she doesn't intend on going anywhere.

"It's not like I was actively seeking you out." In fact, quite the opposite. "I'll call it my abysmal luck that keeps placing us in each other's path."

"However, I do believe you owe me. The knife, the drink, the dress... do you just ruin everything you touch, Wilder?"

"He knows I'm out. I'm here for fun, not because I need to win." He returns the glare she is giving him.

"Don't even make those threats. They aren't funny." Not that he expected her to dart past him, instinctively, he stepped back to block the singular exit of the building...Was this place even actually up to fire code? "I've been more than kind to you. That being I make sure we don't cross paths, I would hope you would extend the same courtesy to me."

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"Inebriated?! I'll have you know that..." She trails off as realization hits her like a truck. The moment a lock of that damned red hair falls from his hood, that voice.

It's him. As if this day couldn't get any worse.

She hasn't had a run-in with Zelos in a while, but she's not about to let her guard down. He might be soul-crushingly irritating, but she knows better than to underestimate him again.

"Yes, well, I didn't know you were so short on cash as to have to resort to gambling here. Does your dear husband know where you are, Zelos Wilder?" She stuffs the handkerchief back in her bag, and with one swift motion, transfers the knife she'd stored in there into her sleeve.

Straightening up, she glares daggers at the Chosen.

"Or would you like me to tell him? I'd be happy to go visit in person. I haven't seen him since... oh dear, let me think." A pantomime of trying to remember, tapping her chin with a slender finger.

"Oh, how silly of me. It was when I killed him in your forge, wasn't it? How could I forget! We'll really have to do it again, sometime!"

Whoa--! This lady has a hot temper! But why does she sound like-

Oh. This wasn't some random lady. To his ire, this would be none other than the banshee herself.

The Chosen grimaced as he was yanked, finding himself short of breath as the collar was pulled against his throat...And he was trying to get out of there unseen...So much for that.

"You're pretty belligerent, y'know. I might've just done you a favor." Any facade of hospitality or compassion was out the window at this point. "I'm surprised the barkeep hasn't cut you off, they've got rules against inebriated guests, I'd think." Drunk or not, Zelos was going to milk that golden opportunity.

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Lilith wouldn't usually call herself a gambler.

Games of chance come with a chance of losing, which is something she's never taken well. However, finding a job has been hard, let alone keeping one. And in games with a dealer, it's easy enough for an empath to have an edge over the competition.

Scrolling on her phone with one hand while she holds a drink in the other, she's headed back to the tables when without warning...

"Watch where you're going, jackass!" The sudden impact knocks the cup from her hand, spilling the drink on her, the stranger, and the floor as the glass shatters into a million pieces. And though she excuses herself from the crowd enough to not take responsibility for the mess, she refuses to let the stranger go that easily, grabbing his cloak with a hard yank as she pulls him back with her.

"You careless idiot! Have you no consideration for those around you, or are you just that fucking stupid?" Pulling a handkerchief from her bag, she attempts to wipe off her dress as she waits for the stranger to acknowledge her.

At least since she wears all black, it normally doesn't stain.

"Well? What do you have to say for yourself? The least you could do is apologize."

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At the end of the day, Zelos was still Zelos...And it wouldn't be far off to find him in the casinos of Altamira during his time in Aselia, and it was no different now. Though, he'd argue he hardly had the free time anymore of playing the slots for fun. So, tonight was a special treat to himself, while he was aware he was in the seedier part of town, that didn't go unchecked.

He knew better than to wear that stupid mask costume and draw more attention to himself than necessary. A simple full body cloak with a hood would do just the trick in concealing enough of his identity.

Another pull of the bar of the slot machine would prove too much for the penny slot, and it came right off with the arc of his pull. Bar in hand, he kind of stared at the wheels now spinning on an endless loop, doomed to never pay out on this machine. Awkwardly, the Chosen sat the pull lever on top the slot, that was someone else's problem.

For the time being, Zelos chose to slip back into the crowd, he would just find another machine, no big deal. This casino was far hazier than Altamira's, and given the lack of clarity, it was only a matter of time before he'd bump into someone.

"Sorry about that. It's kinda hard to see in here."

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@underteika

"Oh, good. You're here." Not like she couldn't feel the irritation coming off of them in droves as she approached-- but she's not about to let them chase her away. That would be too much like letting them win.

She stands at the edge of the cliff, a fair distance back as the wind runs through her hair, billowing her skirt in the breeze. It's almost peaceful... despite her sour attitude, she enjoys being alone in nature.

Plants are simpler to deal with than people. And their emotions aren't nearly as loud.

"I don't suppose you're planning on fucking off anytime soon. I'm not really in the mood for hanging out." As if to cement her position, she sits down, as if daring them to ask her to leave.

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WHAT HORROR TROPE ARE YOU?

the ancient evil

they have wronged you. perhaps, once, you were something powerful– something to be looked at with adoration and worship and fear. but time does not yield to you, and when you lay to sleep, you awake to find yourself forgotten. your rage is insatiable. no matter what, you will make sure they do not forget this time.

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"It's too hard to be goth in this damnable heat." When 99% of your wardrobe is black or dark green, you just have to suffer.

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@oneeyedpsychic

"Why is it looking at me like that...?" Lilith's face contorts in revulsion as the little bird thing dips into the water. To some others it might be cute, but she's never been a fan of birds; no matter how whimsical they look.

Her own Spiramon, which she's affectionately named 'Fawn', stands behind her, its head resting on her shoulder. It's quite affectionate toward its owner, though the way it looks at others could be considered disturbing. At first glance, it looks like a normal deer... at least you think so. But... is that how many limbs deer are supposed to have? How many eyes? You're not sure.

"What can it do, exactly?" She taps on the little witch hat, dunking its head into the potion in front of it. "It looks more like a toy than a creature."

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"I don't need a dating profile, I could find a partner if I wanted one. I'm just not focusing on that sort of thing right now, that's all."

...she didn't get any matches and deleted the app.

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She can't help but smirk, barely containing a laugh.

"Oh, however did you come to that conclusion?" A raised eyebrow as she watches the young man's righteous fury on his brow. He's her favorite type of person to torment, what with that strong sense of justice and righteousness. It makes them so easy to rile up. She can feel the anger coming off of him in waves; it's exhilarating.

"I don't care for secrets; why else would I have signed my name at the scene of your death? You misunderstand me."

"I wanted Zelos to know it was me. I wanted him to look upon that scene and curse himself for ever crossing me." As Lloyd turns his back, she doesn't follow, simply calling after him.

"Be careful, Lloyd! Everyone lets their guard down sometimes. And I'll be right there waiting for when you do."

The look in Lloyd's gaze sharpened. His hand twitched, as if instinctually wanting to unsheath his swords-- but he held himself back, taking a steady breath through his nostrils.

"Yeah, I do. And they know about you already. You're kinda bad at this whole 'secret bad guy thing', y'know? I thought you'd be smart enough to at least get somebody else on your side, but I guess you can't keep up the fake nice act for very long."

"My friends and I have each other's backs. You won't be able to hurt them, or me, ever again-- because we'll be protecting each other. But when this whole place ends up seeing you for who you really are, who will you have?"

The beat of his heart, racing through his veins, eventually began to slow; starting to turn on his heel and walk away from Lilith. It was clear that he had no more interest in this conversation-- she wasn't worth his time, and never would be.

"This is the last warning I'll give you, Lilith-- stay away from my family. I'm not going to tell you again."

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"Seems I struck a nerve. What's the matter, Lloyd?" She smiles.

"Someone who makes such big promises has a few big glaring weak spots. Sure, you're prepared, but you have loooooots of friends."

"Yeah. 'Guess you got me there." It was a low blow, but coming from Lilith, it wasn't much of a surprise-- maybe that was the reason why Lloyd was able to keep his composure despite the memory of their last encounter.

"I made the mistake of trusting you. That part's on me. But I know what to expect from you now-- and if you ever come near the forge again, I'll make sure to remind you of what I promised the last time we met."

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"The blade Lloyd offered me is beautiful craftmanship, I'll admit that much. That's why I still have it."

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"Both owners are a bit rude, but one is more susceptible to stabbing than the other."

"Huuh? Oh, sorry, I was only interested in the opinions of people that actually mattered."