moved.

“Work, if you’ve got the time.” Feng Xiu stated as she held up a scythe in highly poor condition. The steel was cracked with a dulled blade; broken handle and looking brittle. The tip of the blade was chipped– no, nonexistent. With a chuckle, her lips part to begin explaining the origins of its state.

“Kinda strange since I have two of these, but this one stuck with me the longest. It’s been through hell recently, as you can see.” She vaguely explained.

❝Indeed I do.❞ She politely replied as the other told her what she wanted. Pharom has endless amount of time for work, since she was a workoholic after all. Her sapphire eyes scanned the damaged blade as she took in what she needed to do. It needed some TLC, but nothing she couldn’t handle.

Tsubasa nodded.

“Yeah… we do! Japan is an island country, so I eat a lot of seafood! You wouldn’t happen to have anything like shrimp or octopi, would you?” Tsubasa asked. Sure, it was extremely unlikely that she’d be able to find anything like takoyaki or even sushi in a place like this, but she could hope that the fish would at least be somewhat similar to what she could find at home.

And if the fish was vastly different from what she was used to? She hoped she wouldn’t get an upset tummy.

❝We sure do! We have plenty of fish and shellfish here. Not so sure about Octopi though.❞

He knew that seafood would be a good hit with her, who wouldn’t eat their tasty food? He wasn’t sure how humans prepared their seafood, but he knew that a basic cooked meal without any fancy stuff would be better. At least it was something that everyone liked that way.

    “I got into gardening some years back and I know a person who’s good with that stuff. Taught me a few tricks for making things to help basic injuries and illnesses out. Won’t grow back a missing limb or cure a deadly disease, but it can make small stuff feel a little better and sooth an upset stomach.” Besides, she was really only good at making a couple salves that helped her when she had wounds that didn’t heal fast. Generally ones that helped numb the area so she didn’t have to worry much about it effecting her. This one, however, helped warm the area while making it feel cool so it healed quicker.

    “Haha, it’s not hard. Most ingredients are one’s that can’t hurt youse so making a poison would be pretty impressive.” Although she managed to create deadly concoctions when she cooked from seemingly harmless items so that was a fair thing to say. “I could always give youse the stuff youse need? If youse cared to try it out. It can be pretty relaxing. The only hard part is making sure youse keep your plants alive- at least that’s what most people have an issue with.” 

❝It’s handy, that’s for sure. Especially in bad kinds of situations.❞ He said to her, not really wanting to give what type of situation that he was thinking of. Everyone else around him judged him for who he was, he really didn’t need another person doing that.

He heard her offer him the ingredients to make it, if she’s interested. It does sound kind of useful to have around, so with a moment of thinking, he decided to go with it. A small nod rocked at his head as he spoke to her again, a small smile upon his face as he did so.

 ❛   well   ,   most   people   CALL   US   BIOTERRORISTS   ,   which   is   absolute   bullshit   —   just   because   i   have   these   freaky   powers   ?   i’ve   never   killed   an   innocent   person   in   my   life.   ❜  NOT   SINCE   BRENT.   her   gaze   shifts   over   as   the   unmistakable   sound   of   wailing   sirens   increases   in   volume   ,   fists   clenching   together   &&   bursts   of   neon   erupting   from   both   of   her   palms   in   anticipation.   she’s   not   going   back.   no   matter   how   many   men   the   dup   might   send.   ❛   but   seeing   as   you’re   sticking   around   ,   i   can   give   you   a   live   demonstration   !   buckle   up   ,   this   is   going   to   get   messy.   ❜

She wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but coming from where she came from, magic or any other power type abilities certainly weren’t strange to her. It seems she had stumbled on some sort of human planet, but that’s fine to her. At least some of them were closer to her home than what she expected.

❝So, you are being judged based on your power? Is it from fear or ignorance?❞

Blue eyes then shifted their attention towards the strange sounds coming closer to them. What on earth was that sound? Either way, Pharom could tell by her new ally that the source were in fact, the enemy. She allowed the other to demonstrate her power, standing back in an attempt to not get in the way. She was certainly ready to fight herself though, in case it becomes ugly. Fingers curled around the hilt of her blade, ready to cut down anyone who dared challenge her.

    Aqua eyes blinked curiously at the man, not entirely understanding what he was doing but following suit. Gingerly, she lowered herself to the ground and tucked her bare legs beneath her. “Like… how?” she inquired, though she imagined that she had an idea or two. Still, the truth was the truth. Was there really a way to sugar coat it? That would alter it in a way, she thought.

    A smile, like one of a doll, graced her delicate features though it didn’t entirely reach her eyes. it was if she was acting upon muscle memory alone and didn’t actually remember the motion. However, a faint dusting of pink does appear on her cheeks upon being called cute – embarrassed by the words. “That’s… alright. He said it would be dangerous… where he is going.”

    Then, as if struck by a thought, she straightened and gave a firm, comical shake of her head – determination burning in her eyes. “Don’t… misunderstand, though. He… isn’t a meanie for leaving me alone. Ray is really nice… and strong… and he loves me a lot.” He was the only family she had, after all. Though, she’d be lying to say that it didn’t make her feel lonely when he went away for long periods of time like this.

    “It’s… nice of you to spend time with me, though, Mister…”

❝Hm, maybe having to tell someone something that they don’t want to hear perhaps? I can think of a few situations, but maybe that’s because I’ve been in most of them.❞

Despite Elion saying such things, he would actually lie if it meant to protect someone. Sure, it could cause problems in the future, but if it meant saving them from heartache or danger then he would. He respected her ability to tell the truth no matte what, even if it came with innocence that he didn’t really want or need.

❝Is that so? How mysterious~!❞ He commented as he heard her say that it was dangerous. ❝Wouldn’t you want that sense of adventure~?❞

He then watched her shake her head at his comment, and listened to her explanation. He got that it may have been to protect her, he just hoped that it may not have been for any other reason. She seemed to be too nice to get hurt in that way.

The demon’s eyes widened with curiosity. “Oh, you’re taking about them!” His finger pointed at the pocket as much as his gaze did. In fact, Vine peered inside of it and showed surprise at the content as if he saw it for the first time in his life. The surprise was sincere. He smiled thinly. “This is not a trophy. I’ve merely put them in there for a while.” His smiled widened as he leaned forward. “After all, this is the term of the agreement: you will give me the story and I will return the hairs to you.” 

He crossed his hands behind his head. “I have no intention to add them to the collection of things I have. It will only happen if you refuse to take them back. Anyway, I want to know the story to make it easier for you, mon ami, to give you a chance to let out what has been weighing your heart for a long time. When you feel better, I feel better. I feed on release of souls.”

Llwynog was angry on the inside, but there was also pain. He was so used to the pain that he was just too tired to even care anymore. The fox fell silent once more, listening to the other as if he was singing a sweet song. Should he tell him? What would happen if King Elion found out that he told that secret? It’s not like he would care if anything happened to him, but deep down he did really care about others, even if he didn’t ever show it.

❝Whatever. Keep them if you really want them. They’re just hairs.❞ What kind of weirdo wanted hairs as a trophy anyway?