and dust to dust.

Thrust before her almost as if she was demanding it be taken.

     For now she would chatter idly to gauge the waters whilst proffering an amicable smile.

     There is no reaction to how he circles her other than how ambers follow each motion, feeling the hand itself rest upon her shoulder. ❝ Bye all means, ❞ she speaks, turning to glance to where his features now hover beside her own with another, inviting smile. Only a few steps are taken before finding a place where they could enjoy themselves without much crowding, turning with an amused gleam in her gaze.

“No need in playing the guessing game. The name’s Judar. Anything you’ve heard about me is probably true. I take pride in what I’ve accomplished here!”

Chaos. Death. Mayhem.

An ambassador of the unruly, casting an eclipse so large that it was reminiscent of a Black Sun whenever he chose to make his presence known. A confident aura brimming with natural mystique, negativity permeating from hoards of blackbirds - naked to a regular human’s eye - the sorcerer proceeded to folder both arms. 

     ❝ Judar, is it? Very well. Cinder... Cinder Fall. As for your accomplishments, I had no doubt that it were simple embellishment. You could say I’m actually intrigued to hear if you have more in store for this city. ❞

) (IC: aint you a regular PUPA RANG-ER ) (IC: though i get da feelin you git more enjoyment out a watchin peeps ignore your graseaous advice

「The woman has an air around her that reminds you quite keenly of yourself in a lot of ways. An easy elegance and a sense of intellect and superiority practically ooze from her as she stands to the side of you. She looks like the sort that would offer you a sweet smile as she stepped on your heart and watched you die.」

「Just your sort of company.」

     Albeit briefly does her perusing last, returning to the latest person who had so flippantly ignored her and found themselves on the losing end of a brawl.

They approach the opening, and already she’s on about her own ‘trial’ and ‘triumphs’ at hiding herself while pointing out his own arrogance (of course). There’s an old saying for this. It’s enough to make him close his eyes for a moment, reposturing himself to lean lightly on his cane.

“Yes, very reminiscent, Miss Fall, but only because you’ve mentioned my ‘arrogance’ once already. Surely, if the venom you and her both hold for me runs so deep, you’d have a mile long list of other vile descriptors of my person already. So please, by all means, utilize them,” the former headmaster begins, before looking at the door to the outside.

“As for myself, I’d prefer some fresh air to our captors special holding cells. Hopefully you agree enough on that point to join me, lest we figure out how high the voltage is set on our new accessories.”

     Only at his words does she lift her gaze toward his own gaze furthermore, remaining firm in her stance before class clad soles clink atop the tiles toward the door. Not by his will alone, but in comprehension of what bothersome device now binds them so and subjugates them into companionship for however long it suits their fancy.

     ❝ And here I thought you would be thankful for my limitations to what could be spoken. If you prefer otherwise, then by all means... ❞

   《۞》⁓ A sigil appears overhead, lone figure creeping out of a radiating portal. Waving jovially, a whimsical voice accompanied motion.

“ Oi, couldn’t help but notice your nice little display of fireworks! ”

     ❝ It would have been, hm... poorly done if everyone hadn’t, wouldn’t you say? ❞

For those confused by the recent chaos, there was a TV broadcast by Kumagawa earlier that implied citizen NPCs are becoming more prejudiced against non-humans and people with “powers”, as a result of the recent post-event changes.

YOU FANCY YOURSELF A KING? VERY WELL; I WILL MAKE SURE YOU ARE CHAINED TO YOUR THRONE WHEN I BURN YOUR KINGDOM DOWN.

Oz doesn’t wake up in his apartment that morning. Instead, his eyes squint open, head pounding as if he were experiencing the hangover his friend Qrow is prone to, to a room very much like the one he arrived in this city to begin with. He scans his surroundings carefully. There’s a TV screen, flickering in front of him. His cane is by his side, thank goodness, along with a remote with only a play button. As he pats down his chest to make sure Leo’s trinket is still there (it is) he notices something on his wrist, a bracelet?

But the most surprising and disturbing discovery is noticing the glass wall right next to him, through which his room is almost mirrored, except for one thing. The young woman waking up in that room is Cinder Fall, the person who fatally attacked Amber, who stole the Fall maiden’s powers, who he apparently fought, and who personally killed Pyrrha Nikos.

To say the Headmaster is startled is a vast understatement; he had no idea of Cinder even being in the city, but then again, he hadn’t noticed the White Fang until they paid him a personal visit. Keeping his eyes, now narrowed and angry, on her, he grasps for his cane without looking and hits the remote instead. The Video starts to play and he whips his head around as it relays its message and purpose:

“As everyone knows, the truly savvy keep their friends close and their enemies closer. Two bracelets have been distributed between you and one Cinder Fall. If you attempt to go outside of a 10 ft. radius from one another, the both of you will suffer debilitating electric shocks. If one of you tries to kill the other, the both of you will die. Survive 48 hours under these conditions.”

Oh, Oum… This was the scientist’s plan? He lean his head back against the wall that’s been supporting him and closes his eyes. How much did they even know about him and her? Enough to concoct something like this clearly, but the thought is still disturbing, almost as disturbing as the next 48 hours will be. 

He notices the doors far across from them open on either side, but makes no motion to move or leave. Instead, he grips his cane tight and watches his fellow ‘captive’ movements. This could be hell, or even be worse depending on how things play out and he certainly wasn’t going to start them both right off the bat with those shocks. So, he settles for silent observation, with some not- so-subtle subdued glowering, at least for now.

     A challenge indeed, one issued from those presuming themselves Gods.

     Already does she feel the weight of the bracelet that so ties them together, akin to a venomous string of fate that binds their life and movements without fault. Amber swathed hues are ablaze in their blossoming ire, that her presence has possibly been just discovered despite her knowledge of his own beforehand in thanks to the handiwork of the partner she had coerced into partnership long ago.

     Heels clink to the floor upon the opening of the doors that connect their rooms, stepping forth enough so that they might hear each other clearly when speaking. Ah, but she would not be so foolish enough to launch a physical assault, instead allowing words to spew the toxicity of emotions which she feels toward the man she has heard so much of from one who seemingly knew him all too well.