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She was looking over his shoulder, he was pretty short and seemed to be talking to her. She, however, couldn't read much of it, and certainly not that quickly, so whatever he started to hide had escaed her.

"Mm, well, I don't think that's too bad."

"But unfortunately I can't really take my head off and put it back on right now. Not even a hand. Do you think Céline would be fine waiting until I can show her more blood...?" She seemed, genuinely, concerned.

"What else did it say? Maybe I can do that."

"Uhh..." Till taps at his phone. "It says here that it's a celebration of Saint Valentine on the day he got beheaded. So, the red and pink must be symbolic for his blood n' guts n' stuff," he says casually as he scrolls down. "Traditions have included- EURGH?!"

The more he scrolls the more embarrassed he is that Alecto saw him almost believe such a weird and obvious lie and Till crushes the screen of the phone to his chest, hiding it from Alecto's view.

"N-nevermind! T-t-t-this can't be right... This other thing must be from, like, a-a joke website or somethin'."

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"What is a Valentine? Why is everything pink and red?" And shaped. Like hearts, apparently, but she's fairly certain hearts don't look like that at all.

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"Yep." She quips, quickly, at the question to whether she's eaten or not. She hasn't, so perhaps her response was too quick, and unfortunately this body currently seemed to have a need for food she hadn't anticipated.

The issue, really, being a surprising amount of embarrassment that colors her features. Eating was complicated - after tasting of the others, she had very little desire to fully taste of food.

Maybe meat, but she wondered if there was a place that sold simply...Meat. She didn't mind the iron, so much. But there was more to be distracted with, and while she looked around the company made specifically for shoes, she pointed with a level of immediacy,

"Those."

They were on display and they were beautiful! She knew little of fashion, but she knew what she liked. The boots came halfway up the calf, lacing up the front. The white dyed leather was a garish neon yellow star on one side, and the moon on the other. The laces themselves were the same garish neon yellow, and her golden eyes widened as she wiggled out of Céline's grasp to walk over, picking one up.

"I love them."

🎔 There had been a small part of Céline that had been worried Alecto might refuse some shoes. She certainly wouldn't have forced the issue, but it wasn't very safe to walk around without them. It didn't matter how strong you were if you stepped on a nail! But her acceptance of the idea opened new questions. What kind of shoes would Alecto like? What even was her shoe size? She had a strong feeling that she'd never measured her own feet. "Okay! Shoe shop first!"

No effort was made to put the blonde woman down for now. Céline knew this mall's layout, so it was easier to just carry her as they continued discussing their plans. Or trying to continue discussing their plans, anyways.

"Well, have you eaten today?" Alecto's question was answered with another question. They'd only recently met up. "Are you hungry? Food might be the best bet if so, because we can discuss plans for after over a warm meal." But for now they finally stepped foot into the shoe store, Ofiuco Shoe Company. It was then that she finally dropped her friend gently down onto her feet.

"But first? Shoes! Are there any that stick out to you?"

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tamsyn muir, drop the alectostasia lore please the people (me) are begging

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"I can love, but I don't think the people who loved me will love me now. Maybe I can't love, not in the way I used to. I don't know." She was a creature of honesty, but as she was, she was full of so much love she could explode.

The creature she was now, she's not sure.

But she could hate.

She thinks on Constantine's words for a moment, and then nods. "I will help you, when the time comes. I swore to your sister. If it's connected to her, I can protect her kin."

"..." What a strange woman, but at the end of the day WHO wasn't? Constantine exhales silently, a hand running through pale pink hair. "For what it's worth, I think you're beautiful. Even if you could have been before, you're fine the way you are too. AND you can find love I guess." He didn't think he would aside from the love of his own sister, but look where he is now.

"You know, I can't speak on Celine's behalf, but I have someone like that too. Someone I'd like to come face to face again so I can, you know, stab them," He says with a shrug.

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She's hardly someone who needs to be taunted, never mind attacked, to want to brawl. A monster, they call her most often, and perhaps they're right.

Because she's excited. She launches herself at whoever is lunching at her, whipping one of her shackles around and using them to catch the sharp and blackened nails.

No words need to be exchanged between beasts.

Her golden eyes observe him, and she moves to grab him if she can, trying to reverse whatever grasp he has on her to grab him by the wrists and toss her as far as she can in this limited body.

Head hurt. Body hurt. Hungry.

Body change, mind change. Research Resident had warned him.

Body hungry. Hungry. Hungry.

He sees something in front of him. Human?

Kill.

He lunges towards them with a wordless growl, nails ready to rip into them.

Kill. Kill. Kill.

Eat. Eat. Eat.

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2025 sounds like the perfect year for the release of a fourth and final book in a sci-fi fantasy tetralogy with lesbian necromancers in space and a beautiful, strong, and angry barbie titular character

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Unfortunately, she's recognized, and the employee looks at her with some measure of nervousness as she walks in. She doesn't like his vibe, this man, she has no reason to but she doesn't. He's pretty, though, and she can forgive a lot of vibes when someone is pretty.

"Okay." She walks in, and the employee opens his mouth,

"Look, lady, like I said last time-"

Golden eyes go wide as she sees them, they are...Large. Blue and green. She reaches and picks one up. "It's beautiful."

"Please...Please use the scoops..."

She lifts it up again, the continents too bright green on too bright blue water, but...

"How much is it?"

「✦」 Looking at the giant woman filling up the doorway to the candy shop as he prepares to leave, Aurelius smiles grimly. Then he steps aside, inclines his head, and very politely gestures at her with his arm.

"After you, then."

Even if she wasn't trouble, she had the size to make some whenever she wanted. He's a little sick of drama at this point, honestly.

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Her breath comes in deep heaves as she sprints through the mist, her new clothes and shoes muddied and and torn as she keeps saying "No, no, nonononono-" This place was supposed to be safe and they shouldn't be coming for her but they seem to be coming for her as though she's him but she's not him and that's somehow worse than fighting them.

They're glitchy and they scare her because it's wrong and she's not supposed to be under attack and they shouldn't be working with the people who want to shoot her but they are and the mist hurts and she feels the bullet rip through her one after the other and she falls over in front of the nice fox she met.

She gets up, blood coming from her mouth as her head reforms.

"...I don't like that." She mutters, shaking her head. His name...

She can't remember, but she spits out a tooth as it grows back.

"That's embarrassing. They shot me in front of you. That's really embarrassing." Her hair grows back and her forehead reforms and the bullets are pushed out of her chest as the giant bugs and men with guns surround them.

@soulsbelow -> CYOR 2024 -> Mistified

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"I haven't found anyone else who I wish to kiss."

"This has become complicated. I am impatient. I want to kiss her again. And I am not allowed to practice on mirrors - but I would not want to, anyway, because this body is grotesque." She seems agitated now, swinging her chained arms childishly, were a child to be a tall, muscular woman who has clearly been restrained previously.

❛ Hahaha, that's the spirit. ❜

❛ Well, that depends...if you're only kissing one person, you want to save the finale until the end. If you'd rather make a list of it, drawing blood from all of them should work! ❜

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"Hm, yes. Fuck Him." She smirked, as though remembering someone, or something.

"Okay, romance, then. What if I've already kissed someone last year? Should I attempt to draw more blood this time?"

❛ Numbers are meaningless. ❜

❛ Especially when everyone starts counting at different times. I say it's more interesting to label years by themes, don't you think? ❜

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“For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams, Of the beautiful Annabel Lee”

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"I cannot die."

"Is it a new calendar system? It was previously simply a numbered year since the rebirth of the Necrolord Undying."

❛ Haven't you heard? ❜

❛ It is the year of romance. Kiss someone or die trying. ❜

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"What year is it? Y10,001...?"

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"I want to know." She says, ignoring questions on her status. Her appearance was not of concern in this body, but she was far more concerned with the painting. She presses her face against it now, much to the chagrin of anyone watching, closing her eyes.

"How did they know?" She asks, turning back to the person talking to her, her palms still pressed into the painting, tilting her head back, golden eyes pinpointing the person who was talking to her about a picture.

"How did they know what it would look like? The shapes of it?"

Initially, they were in here from seer curiousity. There's always something new in here that Anda finds, and it's a little fun. That, and they wanted to get some inspiration for drawing landscapes. But at the little commotion, the empath walks over, and--

"Uh--hey! Are you okay!?"

This lady is a mess! Frankly, she should be in a clinic or something, not an art museum.

But their insight tells the empath that she's more concerned with the painting, rather than the condition she walked in here. So that must not be the problem...

Cautiously, they step over the barrier themselves, approaching gently.

"...Um. It says the artist is anonymous, so, um. Maybe they didn't want to be known." ... "It's pretty though, you're right. Um..." ... "You, might want to be careful, putting your hands on it like that. I dunno how old it is, sometimes paint chips and stuff. Did you... want to take a picture of it, so you can see it any time?"

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"Why not." It was only half a question, and she frowned, her brow furrowed as she squared her shoulders. Oh, maybe he was like...

Gideon? Pyrrha? He wasn't sure. Pyrrha would fight her, surely she would. If she wasn't too busy. If she looked into her eyes and-

No, not right now. Not her. Not here.

"Sparring has nothing to do with innocence."

"And even if it did, then I am not an innocent. I am challenging you to a fight." She walks closer, having established what she wanted, and points to the fish. "Were I to want it, I could steal your lunch."

War glanced over his shoulder at the stranger, then he turned back to what he was doing. Gutting several large fish with his bare hand. "Hrm. Well, I do not want to fight you." His sword Chaoseater hungered for battle; for souls. However, the horseman was more amiable and merciful than his sword.

"I have no quarrel with you, and I do not seek to cut down the innocent." It was clear that the woman was eager, but eagerness didn't equate to an enemy. If he was attacked, he'd defend himself; but he just needed to put his position out there clearly before anything else.

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"Shoes would be nice." She admits, even if she disdains her need for them even in this body. Were she able to regenerate, she would not need them, but her feet are dirtied and red from cold, very near frostbitten and not healing themselves. She wiggles her toes, almost in response to acknowledge that they are, indeed, her own feet.

It was strange, still.

She shrugs when asked what to do after shoes. Opening her mouth, she fails to form the words that come to her mind, as though the memory she was about to evoke was for someone else. Her awed expression turns into one of a furrowed brow and puckered lips, before she sighs.

"I don't know." Another admission. Two of them in one day!

"What...do you think?" She vaguely remembers being told something would look nice on her, but those are for someone else. Not the half-frozen body she was inhabiting, with its dirty clothes and dragging hair.

🎔 Céline wasn't one to back down when challenged, especially if she felt like someone was being wronged right in front of her. That had been on full display just moments ago, and while she didn't doubt that security was contemplating calling for backup and chasing him down, she doubted he would follow through. In a city where anyone could have powers, the powerless would hesitate to provoke people unnecessarily.

It wasn't until Alecto wrapped her arms around her that Céline turned to look at her, and her eyes blinked when she realized just how close they were. She smiled when asked about the shoes. "Well, would you like some shoes? I'm not going to force you to wear anything you don't want to." It had been more to get the security guard off of their back.

She could tell that the beautiful woman in her arms was in awe. To think Alecto had never been in a mall wasn't very surprising considering their previous encounter. It was part of the reason that she had seen bringing her as a good idea.

"Mhm! Well, there are some doors we're not allowed to go through, but basically any store that's open we can enter. They have a lot of food places too." She adjusted her posture to hold Alecto a little closer. "Is there anywhere you want to go? After we get shoes if you want them, that is."