#twohundredpower 04

[lalaluuz]

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Luz encouraged Stringbean to duck into the hood of her coat, hoping to keep her a surprise until after she'd surprised Lloyd with her presence alone. Her palisman safely tucked away, Luz wasted no time in busting through the door of the forge.

"Llooooooyd! Hello, you in here?!" she called out, already unzipping her coat, though not removing it just yet--that would defeat the purpose of Stringbean's hiding place! "I'm back and I need a hug, now!"

[minimeteor]

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“Lady Seles, you have a visitor.”

“...I wasn’t expecting anyone. Who is it?”

“He, ah... well, perhaps you should hear for yourself.”

Seles gave Tokunaga a cautious stare, before sighing and going to the entryway of the manor. The person who showed up was... not exactly someone she would’ve expected to see walking around this district, put bluntly. Not to say he was a slob, or she was judging him (though she maybe was), but rather that he didn’t hold that general air about him that most people of ‘high society’ seemed to carry.

“Yes? Who are you, then?” Her eyes were cold, ever-cautious about someone new showing up. She doubted Tokunaga would ever try to trick her, he was the only person she could trust- but then, why wouldn’t he give her a straight answer? “I am Seles Wilder. I presume you wished to speak with me.”

[spiderstaff]

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“Lloyd!! Wait up!”

Normally she’s used to having to jog to catch up with him, but now she can cross the room in a few strides... she could get used to this. She’s got the pin that he fixed pinned proudly to her lapel-- a matching golden harp symbol can be found on her belt buckle, and embroidered on the back of her tailcoat.

“Oh! I’m Kay by the way-- if you couldn’t recognize me.” She points to the scars almost automatically; that’s how most people have identified her so far.

“Have you danced at all yet? I’ve been meaning to, but I didn’t want to go out there by myself.”

[divineshadows]

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Even as things had changed, Emil still wasn’t a fan of Lloyd Irving. However, if there was something he disliked most, it was feeling like he owed him something- and as confused as he was about it, Lloyd had absolutely helped him out. Which meant it was only right that Emil did something for the other in return, right? 

Which was why he’d found himself at the Forge, a number of carefully packaged containers balanced delicately in his hands. He couldn’t say he was particularly artsy in any ways, but Marta and the others always seemed impressed by his cooking... so that was something he figured would be a decent enough thank you. The only remaining problem was that his hands were too full to actually knock on the door... a problem that his wolf decided to solve by scratching at it, whining to be let inside.

“H-Huangdi, no! Down! You’ll scratch it!”