#affrontaredaemonum

hO HO No

why does santa say ho ho ho?

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"It's come to my attention that when I touch ancient relics they tend to...glow or explode and possibly set off booby-traps," though there was slight jest in her tone she didn't fully realise how true her statement was. Perhaps it was simply the choice in artefacts that she decided to go after, highly prized and known to have caused great strife in the past. Otherwise it wouldn't be interesting right? Right. That's what she told herself whenever she got into more trouble than anticipated, but her thirst for knowledge knew no bounds.

Whatever she'd done when touching that relic it wasn't good and it was better to leave sooner rather than later. "So how about you put your...abilities to use and get us out of here?" That in itself was worth much intrigue, and one of the reasons why she was here. The more people she met she more she realised how little she truly knew about the world. If you'd mentioned the existence of Angels and Demons prior to her entrapment in Yamatai she would have brushed if off as mere myth. A change of heart was necessary after her endeavours in the Dragon's Triangle, just as well since she happened to meet someone who should only exist in books. 

   [ A ]; blur of white, black and a slight stream of red run stark against the cold cleanliness of the city. Small breaths as muscles tightened at every grab, every jump, the flow carrying her safely through the almost abandoned streets of Eden. It was always too quiet, lifeless, the same old humdrum. Perhaps that's why Faith had the habit of finding herself in the middle of trouble, to create noise, to be noticed.

   Following her every step today were some particularly trigger happy Blues. Even without being provoked she somehow managed to incur their wrath and they shot on sight. Deciding to lose them in the lower streets she slid gracefully down a drain pipe, shoes squeaking rather loudly as friction occurred. Sprinting around an alley corner the last thing she'd expected was to see another face, no one came down this way often, it was an alley after all and what use did they serve to anybody now? Finger pressed to lips in a hush motion, as the clanking of heavy boots ran past with vague shouts of 'where did she go?' Eventually steps subsided and it was safe to talk, though perhaps laying low for a while was a wise idea, she didn't want to give Mercury anymore heart attacks...not so soon any way.

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