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Rose and Sybelle had been feeling a little daring that night.

Tonight, they would be hunting a little differently. Why bother feeding on prey in a dark alleyway and then go through all that hassle getting rid of bodies when instead they could do... take out ? Their hunting grounds tonight were amongst young students having a pool party in a countryside home in one of the nearby villages (but not so nearby that it was forbidden). The muddy gardens and fields weren't very... sophisticated and were clearly a hassle when having to handle a dead body. Wouldn't it be so much better to drink their fill from the comfort of their own bedroom, on a comfy bed or chair ?

If anyone asked, no one knew who had the idea first, pitched between incredulous looks and giggles from either women. Sybelle had been such a good, obedient little soldier her entire life ; suddenly breaking so many rules at once was exhilarating.

What was the worst that could happen, they told each other in bravado and overconfidence ? No one would know ; they would just sneak their prey in, making them believe they'd landed a hot date with two beautiful girls. Revealing the court's existence didn't count if the prey was going to die anyway.

After a car ride that made Sybelle question her lifechoices, her phobia having never completely healed, she shook the anxiety away as she pulled her date by the hand and exchanged a conspiratory look with Rose. The guy was smitten with her, and all she had to do was to smile and nod and let him think she was going to let him do more than kiss her. She knew he wanted to get her drunk to have his way with her ; she'd picked him for this reason, distracting him from doing that to a human young woman. Plus, for an asshole he wasn't that bad looking. She prefered kissing girls, really, but for the killing it was always men. For now, he was mostly gawking at the castle as they circled the entrance.

We should climb the fence from the other side and enter through a window from there, she signaled to Rose.

"Holy shit, you girls are rich rich," her guy said, and she just had to laugh. "Wait until you see the bar."

Had it not been for the Duke's influence, Terra was well aware she would have been ostracized; instead, big dowry and such a sponsor, men and women would smile at her and flock to her, even if very clearly disoriented by her lack of knowledge of society matters. She didn't need false friends, so she was the one isolating herself, attracted by the buffet than people there. It hurt, however, because she truly desperately wished for the chance to be around other humans, because she needed to think of herself as such, and for finally some peace and normalcy. In a more secluded area with seats, a group of men was laughing and asking one of their own to give some of his poetry. Terra stood there, perplexed, listening to every word and understanding that it was meant to describe some emotion she wasn't familiar with. He didn't even seem happy about that himself, or so she thought, unsure of her ability to read expressions as well. "Ah, Miss Branford, what do you think of our William's poetry?" one asked, dawning a glass of wine. "I didn't understand it," she admitted bluntly, which for some reason elicited more little laughs, "But it sounded nice. Like music." That ended the laughs, which was baffling.

"It did?" "Well," another man whispered, "She would not have heard much poetry with her special circumstances-" "Shht" "No, he's right. I lack the education," she agreed, even if it clearly made the men tense up, "And I apologize for it, sir William. But I appreciated the sound of it." Suddenly the men all seemed to agree that yes, the sounds were alright, nothing to add, and they all but ran off from the conversation, clearly not wanting to go against her word.

The others are here. She's scared for them. She's scared of meeting them again because if she does, that's it, it's really true that this is her life, this is who she is now, and she's not ready. She has to protect them. She hates them. She wants to go home. She won't go home until she gets to kill the Big Monster. It has to die.

"Jessica, hey... it's me," she puts down her flame-thrower and the dufflebag she always carries around just in case, so she can take her coat off to give it to her; Jessica is wearing only a t-shirt and jeans which is just not enough, especially because she must be in shock and shock makes you cold, doesn't it? Her thoughts are about to spiral back into old memories, but adrenaline brings Hannah back to the present, "We have to go somewhere safe, can you stand?"

At the very beginning, back when she was kinda delirious from the pain, she has let herself be lulled by fantasies of going home and somehow finding in herself the sharpness needed to tell them to go to hell, to fight, to blame them. Now all Hannah knows is that she's not letting a girl her age be torn apart and eaten, even if it kills her. But it does suck that it's Jessica.

@fracturals x Hughie!

She hasn't been there long, hiding from her own captors the same way Kimiko and the others were hiding from 'supes'. Because they found files about her, that said she could use radiation and perhaps even be a danger to their worst enemy, the scary man with the beard has allowed her to stay, even if she has already said she didn't want to kill anyone. "So..." Terra starts, when she finally finds the courage to talk, waiting for her popcorn to be ready, and she's almost sure his name is Petit Hughie, "What... what powers do you have?"

Hi Uhm- Ms. Kyle, right? I have something really important to say, and it may sound kind of crazy-

You know how 6 years ago, you went through a really bad breakup with Edward Nygma?

@quite-the-enigma

Selina tilted her head as she stared at the girl who stood in front of her. The girl started talking about something, mentioning Edward Nygma, her ex.

The thing was, not many knew about him. And who was this girl?

Aria stood at the nurses station, her hands gently clasping a steaming cup of coffee, its aroma mingling with the sterile scent of antiseptic. Fluorescent lights overhead cast a clinical glow on the bustling ward. It was another busy shift, but Aria had grown accustomed to the rhythm of the clinic, finding solace in the routine chaos.

As she took a sip of her coffee, the intercom crackled to life, announcing a patient in room 214. Aria's eyes flickered wit curiosity, wondering who she would be attending to this time. With a sense of purpose, she set her cup aside and made her way down the corridor, her white uniform swishing softly with each step.

Upon reaching the room, Aria paused for a moment outside of the door, gathering her thoughts and preparing herself to meet the person on the other side. She took a deep breath, steadying her nerves, before gently pushing open the door and stepping inside.

The room was dimly lit, the pale sunlight casting a hazy glow through partially drawn curtains. A figure lay on the hospital bed, their form obscured by the shadows. Aria approached, her footsteps whisper-soft against the tiled floor.

"Good morning," she greeted warmly, her voice a soothing melody. "My name is Aria, and I'll be your nurse today. How're you feeling?"

[ for kim joon of oathshxker w/ kanda ]

Kanda figured it was time to venture back home. Even though she didn't really have a reason to at the time, she held a small booklet from her latest exorcism that had draconic writing and some illustrations she could not recall other than maybe incantations. It was a gift from her latest client other than the roses strapped to her pack, she was excited to hang them in her window back in jeosung.

But now she had more pressing matters as she made her way to the gates of jeosung, there was a certain sorcerer that she needed to visit. Kanda doesn't have many friends from the guild since she left but had made sure to keep in touch with joon when she could. She hoped this booklet would be of use to him since she remembered in passing of his writings of his draconic heritage. It wasn't much but kanda was in need of some healing potions anyway.