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[shadow-guard-moze]

In response too "more how does it feel to be uh..hot"

CORRECTION moze how does it feel to know Jiaoqiu thinks your hot?

About that...

*Moze turns away from the stranger, hiding the slight pink tilt on his cheeks only from the thought of Jiaoqiu.*

That is much nicer than hearing these compliments from anyone else.

[shadow-guard-moze]

Mr moze look what i can do *eats a stellaron* crumchy

*Moze watches the stranger without much interest.*

Now you pose an intergalactic threat. That wasn't a very good idea.

[shadow-guard-moze]

Hello Moze do you know sign language

I do. I like to work alone, but it isn't always possible. It's the best way to communicate, when you don't want to be heard.

[shadow-guard-moze]

mr moze how does it feel to be uh hot

I don't think that's what matters. Whether people see me as hot or not doesn't affect me.

[shadow-guard-moze]

I wasn't complimenting you.

*Moze's expression, just like his whole body language, looks stern and cold, as if there wasn't a single thing he cares about in the world. On the contrary, his eyes are full of surging emotions. Hatred isn't one of them.*

Let's be honest. I'm only a guard, unlike you. You could have killed me, but you didn't. That's not a reason for me to hate you.

*He slowly grows nervous with every passing moment, although it wouldn't be visible to anyone not overly perceptive. His hand moves to his blade, the one he still has with him, so quickly that almost no one would notice. Strangely, he isn't expecting a threat from the women, except for his usual instincts that always keep him on guard.*

*What really concerns him is how long this is already taking. He has left both of the foxians, who now need protection more than ever before, alone. There are other measures to assure their safety, but he believes in none of them as much as his own blades, his hands that has executed countless people for purposes that he couldn't care less about. Be receives and order, he follows it. And his current order is to guard the general.*

I'm talking to you because I want my weapon.

*That could go without revealing himself, he only hopes Beatrice won't point that out. The respect he truly has towards her keeps him from treating her like he would treat any stranger.*

All I am now thinking about is how to make you end this charade and give me what is mine. Nothing else.

*He lies without any change in his expression. He has grown accustomed to it long ago, the first time being when he learned to move in the shadows in order to escape, only to decide to come back right after, to become stronger, become a weapon. He has learned to come and go as he pleases, lying about his whereabouts with en expression cold and sharp as a blade they created out of him. And just like a weapon, he lost all of his dreams and aspirations, concealing them all in the irises of his eyes, where even he can't access them. He forgot the person he once was.*

*The huntress was right about one fact, he is only trying to convince himself of everything he says. It's only that he has already mastered it like art. He decided what he believes in, yet his own emotions are everything but stable. Is the calmness what he really feels? Perhaps. He believes so. But the longer this takes, the closer he gets to losing control. His mind is like a trigger of a gun that will snap immediately, once pressed.*

*He knows that he could attack any time, even if it isn't what he wants. Steel blades don't act based on their own will.*

*When he hears her answer to his request, he almost snaps. Maybe it's what Beatrice wants. He doesn't believe to have stand any chance when it comes to combat, but that is what he thinks every time, because he could have been much stronger than this.*

*He has only spent a few minutes here, yet all he can see it death, blood, anything that can happen in the meantime. He needs his blade. Without it, he can't feel safe, even less ready for when the woman attacks him, he doesn't even consider that it might not be her intention, despite her own words.*

Give it back.

*More of a growl than actual words, threatening, but what only he can know is that he is only worried about the monster that he is trying to get out. The monster that wants blood.*

(( Ooc: Thank you! You're so nice too! Take care of yourself, I can always wait as long as you need ))

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Little raven.

Don’t you feel like you’ve lost something, hmm?

<It was a selfie taken somewhere outdoors, where a familiar figure to him, the Huntress, held the Moze's blade delicately between her fingers, seemingly pleased with her latest trophy. Only hand with weapon and half of the woman’s face was visible; her lips curved into a calm smirk that was uniquely hers. The background of the photograph was dark and blurry, as if the camera's lens had intentionally blurred the details.>

♢ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫.

Guess who~

*Moze finally arrives home after a long day of work, an extremely important task that he has to by any means keep secret. That is precisely the reason why the message bothers him. The last time he checked, his blade was still with him, and he's always careful.*

What do you want in exchange?

*He expects nothing else but a price to pay to get his weapon back. The failure is his.*

[shadow-guard-moze]

*Moze steps out of the shadow he was hiding in, appearing next to Jiaoqiu. His hands wraps around the foxian's waist to help him turn towards the visitor, in the guard's thoughts unwelcome.*

They just dissolved. You don't have to help.

*The initial hostility in his attitude fades away after a while, when he stops staring at the place where the stranger disappeared.*

I'll have to add more security measures. No one was supposed to see you now.

mr jiaoqiu i dont feel so good *dissolves into dust*

Oh, I—

*The foxian spins around immediately, hearing the stranger’s admission.*

What seems to be the matter? Could you pinpoint the sensation, or think of any possible causes..?

*Jiaoqiu hears a strange noise, unsure how to proceed. He highly doubts he’s even facing in the right direction right now…*

@shadow-guard-moze Moze…? Would you mind helping me take care of this person? They seem in distress.

I… I’m not quite used to this yet…

[shadow-guard-moze]

*Moze takes a step back. He leans against the wall behind him, as if nonchalantly, but his whole body is tense. He's as careful as always, unable to hide that he is expecting an attack any time, no matter what situation he really is in. It is something he had to learn at an age when other people never even saw a drop of blood. His instincts don't leave him easily.*

Do you think I care about you enough to hate you? You're wrong. If I hated you, you would no longer be here speaking to me.

*His words are only an act, insecurity hiding beneath them. He knows that if it came to an actual fight, his chances wouldn't be as good as he pretends to believe. He knows his chances well. He's bound to always be only a guardian, a shadow of what he could have been, what he once was supposed to become, if it wasn't for the general taking the opportunity away from him. He could have protected everyone he ever wanted, and himself. He wouldn't have to hide in the shadows to be able to hunt his prey.*

*He can't bring himself to hate the woman in front of him. He wants to hate her so badly that the feigned hatred in his words might even sound real, but he doesn't think Beatrice is so easy to fool, not as easy as fooling himself seems to be.*

*The mention of the recent events makes him frown, despite his usual cold, uninterested facade that never dropped so easily. He doesn't know how much of the information that was not given to public does the lady know. As Moze knows her, probably everything.*

*He can't determine what she's talking about, her words mysterious, the exact opposite of how austere he is when he speaks, yet he doesn't fail to mention the necessary details, saying exactly what he has to.*

*She could be talking about their previous meeting, of course, but it could also be about everything the battle with the borisin, about Jiaoqiu being blinded, about Moze's own inability to save the situation. He tells himself that it doesn't bother him, again and again, but what he sees in his mind are Jiaoqiu's eyes, unfocused, never looking straight at him with so much care as they used to.*

Nothing provoked me. I am just as well as always. I couldn't be better.

*What really makes him feel better is the weakened state of the general. He could take the long awaited opportunity, but something still makes him hesitate. Perhaps It's caused by some of the first words he heard from Feixiao, telling him to take care of himself. He caught himself saying exactly the same words when he noticed how weak she is, which is in fact more than him.*

*Beatrice's words forcibly bring him back from the grasp of the recent memories. The eyes. His eyes seem to be how she always manages to read him. Truth be told, it wouldn't be the first time someone has noticed the deep pain that his eyes hide, caused by everything that has happened to him. No matter how much he practices to change his expression, he can't get rid of what's hiding deep under the ice cold hatred and rage, what he truly feels.*

There is no invisible thread between us.

*He doesn't quite understand what Beatrice means, she always speaks in riddles he doesn't know how to decipher, but he has a clear idea of what he thinks about her. There is care, even admiration.*

Listen, whatever revelation you are searching for, I have already given up on. This world is nothing but hatred and blood. If you want to see the man who was looking for anything more, you should have come many years ago. He was killed together with his family.

*The words very clearly don't refer to his biological family, most of which he knows close to nothing about. Family in his mind is a synonym for pain so suffocating that anything more gentle only feels unfamiliar to him, even dangerous. Perhaps what he has with the general could be more similar to his idea of closeness, the threat of death always in the air.*

*Anything he really wants is concealed under the idea of revenge he wants to take for the Sanctus Medicus, people who swore to make him stronger. They really wanted to help him, they really cared.*

You don't intend to die by your own hand, is this a request for me to assist you?

*His tone is cold as ice. He sounds willing to assassinate Beatrice right here and now, but he doesn't make the move. If someone asked him, he would say that he didn't believe to stand a chance, but in truth, he doesn't even want to try.*

*The huntress bears so many burdens from the past. Moze probably doesn't know even the half of it, but he is well aware of what it feels like. Because of that, if Beatrice wants to give up, he would understand. But for some reason he isn't so willing.*

*A very selfish part of Moze tells him that the huntress should live, that she should go through exactly what he did. She, just like everyone he cares about, should experience his life to understand. Only then they could treat him the way he wants to be treated, return the pain he has lost and that he still craves for.*

*He watches how desperately Beatrice pulls her gloves down. He doesn't speak the whole time, overcoming his inner instincts that scream at him to attack. The effort he needs to put into overcoming it slowly becomes unbearable.*

*She doesn't have to say anything for him to understand what it feels like to have the gloves on at the moment. It is very similar to what he feels when he finds even a bit if dirt anywhere around him. It could be a reminder, just like for him, he is reminded of the cold, dirty cell where he was kept, that he once called home.*

None of this scares me. Your symptoms...

*He only stops the last moment, before he says something he didn't want to. The lady's symptoms are somewhat similar to Feixiao's. That is not what he's free to say. His guess is that it could be the reason why she was searching for the general, but he doesn't know every detail as well as Jiaoqiu does.*

*She is right, he realizes. He really does want to watch her in pain. He wants to see her live his life, his pain, which was much greater than this. It would make him feel better, bring him some sort of twisted comfort.*

Is this another meaningless game? I am general Feixiao's guard. I have better things to do. I made sure she is safe, but this still has no meaning, no purpose. Return my blade, I'll leave and pretend this never happened.

*Another game she plays with him. The lady might find it entertaining. It only makes Moze find himself less capable.*

(( Ooc: You definitely should pull Moze if you like him! He's great! We finally get to see his backstory in his character stories, so it gives me more understanding of his character too! I'm not tired, I just can't promise quick replies. My uni is starting soon. ))

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Little raven.

Don’t you feel like you’ve lost something, hmm?

<It was a selfie taken somewhere outdoors, where a familiar figure to him, the Huntress, held the Moze's blade delicately between her fingers, seemingly pleased with her latest trophy. Only hand with weapon and half of the woman’s face was visible; her lips curved into a calm smirk that was uniquely hers. The background of the photograph was dark and blurry, as if the camera's lens had intentionally blurred the details.>

♢ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫.

Guess who~

*Moze finally arrives home after a long day of work, an extremely important task that he has to by any means keep secret. That is precisely the reason why the message bothers him. The last time he checked, his blade was still with him, and he's always careful.*

What do you want in exchange?

*He expects nothing else but a price to pay to get his weapon back. The failure is his.*

[shadow-guard-moze]

*Moze stares in silence, watching the blood drip down Beatrice's hands. The sight isn't unknown to him, Moze is more often the cause of others' injuries than not.*

*The lady will live, probably. If not, he doesn't wish to interfere. He would be able to retrieve his blade without any issue, if so. If the one who stole it was anyone else, taking it back without being seen would be the best option. Only when dealing with Beatrice, Moze needs to be more cautious. He knows his limits.*

*The look in the guard's eyes is indifferent, with a small undertone of bloodlust, thriving to see singing so familiar, when Beatrice speaks to him, overpowering the fact that he cares about her. The way he sees it, she's bound to die.*

So what if I enjoy it? It is only what you want to show me. It even seems like you know how I'll react to it.

*He turns away for a moment, not quite his usual behavior, but neither is the woman's. She's so different from their last meeting. Moze can't say he didn't expect it. Perhaps people only show their true selves in situations like this one.*

Not so friendly anymore, are you? Say what you want to.

*Unlike Beatrice, the change in the man is minimal. His demeanor was always cold to begin with.*

(( ooc: Congratulations to getting Feixiao! I only pulled for Moze now cause I'm saving for Sunday and I got him quickly too. The quest is amazing! I was not expecting it to be this great right after Penacony but it is. ))

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Little raven.

Don’t you feel like you’ve lost something, hmm?

<It was a selfie taken somewhere outdoors, where a familiar figure to him, the Huntress, held the Moze's blade delicately between her fingers, seemingly pleased with her latest trophy. Only hand with weapon and half of the woman’s face was visible; her lips curved into a calm smirk that was uniquely hers. The background of the photograph was dark and blurry, as if the camera's lens had intentionally blurred the details.>

♢ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫.

Guess who~

*Moze finally arrives home after a long day of work, an extremely important task that he has to by any means keep secret. That is precisely the reason why the message bothers him. The last time he checked, his blade was still with him, and he's always careful.*

What do you want in exchange?

*He expects nothing else but a price to pay to get his weapon back. The failure is his.*

[shadow-guard-moze]

Left new desserts by his doorstep every day, hiding behind the bushes to see if he'd eat it.

*Moze doesn't eat the desserts. At first, it bothers him. He wants everything to be perfectly in order. As days pass, seeing the sweets becomes part of the routine. He never touches them. He doesn't know how to accept kindness from anyone and he doesn't want to learn. He doesn't want to throw them away either, seeing the effort put into them. He only hopes that whoever puts them there will take them away again.*

[shadow-guard-moze]

*Moze's first thought is to tell Beatrice to stop playing games with him and return his blade. Before he decides on how to word his message, her account is already gone.*

*He doesn't bother trying to locate the lady's phone. She knows better than to make it this easy. Ten minutes is enough time for him. He has his ways.*

*He becomes one with the shadows in the room, his figure disappearing from sight, if anyone only was around. He doesn't have to try to determine her location if he can easily search in the given time.*

*It isn't even close to ten minutes when he finds her hideout. He doesn't bother to let her wait, appearing in front of her immediately.*

What do you want for me now?

((Ooc: Hello! I'm doing well and I hope you're too. I have already seen everything so don't worry about spoilers! I don't mind them anyway! ))

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Little raven.

Don’t you feel like you’ve lost something, hmm?

<It was a selfie taken somewhere outdoors, where a familiar figure to him, the Huntress, held the Moze's blade delicately between her fingers, seemingly pleased with her latest trophy. Only hand with weapon and half of the woman’s face was visible; her lips curved into a calm smirk that was uniquely hers. The background of the photograph was dark and blurry, as if the camera's lens had intentionally blurred the details.>

♢ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫.

Guess who~

*Moze finally arrives home after a long day of work, an extremely important task that he has to by any means keep secret. That is precisely the reason why the message bothers him. The last time he checked, his blade was still with him, and he's always careful.*

What do you want in exchange?

*He expects nothing else but a price to pay to get his weapon back. The failure is his.*

[shadow-guard-moze]

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Little raven.

Don’t you feel like you’ve lost something, hmm?

<It was a selfie taken somewhere outdoors, where a familiar figure to him, the Huntress, held the Moze's blade delicately between her fingers, seemingly pleased with her latest trophy. Only hand with weapon and half of the woman’s face was visible; her lips curved into a calm smirk that was uniquely hers. The background of the photograph was dark and blurry, as if the camera's lens had intentionally blurred the details.>

♢ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫.

Guess who~

*Moze finally arrives home after a long day of work, an extremely important task that he has to by any means keep secret. That is precisely the reason why the message bothers him. The last time he checked, his blade was still with him, and he's always careful.*

What do you want in exchange?

*He expects nothing else but a price to pay to get his weapon back. The failure is his.*

[shadow-guard-moze]

*Moze watches, not interested in eating the desserts even in the slightest. Since they aren't poisoned, he can't quite figure out what the stranger wants to gain by any of this.*

I don't have a reason to smile.

*His expression doesn't change from ice cold even when he sees the cookie looks like him.*

Mr. Moze. What kind of person will attract your interest?

Do you think I'll tell you so easily? That's none of anyone's business.

[shadow-guard-moze]

I understand, I won't share private information with you.

*Moze takes the desserts and examines them with caution.*

I assume you aren't trying to poison me?

Mr. Moze. What kind of person will attract your interest?

Do you think I'll tell you so easily? That's none of anyone's business.

[shadow-guard-moze]

Mr. Moze. What kind of person will attract your interest?

Do you think I'll tell you so easily? That's none of anyone's business.

[shadow-guard-moze]

You got caught by vines yesterday and your fans united to save you. You can check the rest here.

https://www.tumblr.com/maidflowery

What a strange turn of events. I don't think I have "fans", nor do I wish to have them. I have my reasons why I don't show up in public too much.

[shadow-guard-moze]

Are you lonely? Do you need something to make you feel less down? Then come over to ol' Sampo's place and do drugs with me! It's 100% free! If you're not into that I also have snacks!

-@silly-sampo

An advertisement? I'm not interested.

*Moze deletes the message without even reading most of its content. He'll have to figure out a way to prevent getting unwanted spam.*

[shadow-guard-moze]

(( ooc: The art is so pretty!! Thank you so much for sharing, I love it! You're talented. ))

*Moze waits for Beatrice in the House of Shackles, once again very well hidden. He can't see the moon from his current position, but he can guess what time it is just fine from the behavior of people who for some reason are around even so late. At the right time, the place is surprisingly empty. Well, not so surprising, when Moze himself made sure no one would bother them.*

*Beatrice's words can't leave his mind. Since he knows there is a reason for her presence, it could easily be anything. That isn't very calming. As she finally approaches, he still stays hidden, waiting for her to notice.*

@shadow-guard-moze

*The smooth clacks of woman's heels echoed across the empty space as She peered out from beneath the frills of her umbrella, assessing with blue cold the icy surroundings. The horizon lay barren and silent. Perhaps too silent, in her opinion.*

*Strange that there had been no sign of soul on her way here. She scoffed softly.*

"Ah, I guess I arrived too early."

*Though the huntress was certain that Moze was lurking in his invisibility somewhere, waiting for the moment he would finally be noticed.*

'Just another typical Tuesday.'

*Stepping onto the bottom step, she placed a finger thoughtfully against her cheek, letting out a disappointed sigh.*

"Hmm. So the boy has decided not to show up after all. What a shame… Such a loss for my precious offer to have gone unnoticed. I’ll have to return so soon."

*Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed as if a corner of the wall had darkened significantly, causing Beatrice to freeze in place. With a neutral expression, lady dramatically turned, as if she were already preparing to leave this place.*