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     there she was, as if not a day had gone by since their last encounter in this place. she’d found a home in it, despite her heart beckoned to wander as her people had always done. evening out his expression, trevor addressed her in a teasing manner--- 

          “ i’m looking for someone--- ” a man alone, bedraggled in appearance, garbed in linens and matted furs, neared her slowly, “ i don’t suppose you’ve seen her around, have you? ” his smile, albeit tempered, was warm, as he leveled a hand with his forehead in gesture. 

          “ she’s about your height, short messy hair, big blue eyes--- bit of an attitude problem. ” he added slyly, glimpsing her reaction, before dropping his hand, “ she’s a friend actually... a good one. ”

  " Are dragons a normal presence here? " Cyrus inquires, gesturing towards one that peeks past the clouds briefly near a spire. Curiosity is overwhelming about this land, the scholar brimming with antsy energy at the idea of not getting all of his compulsive research done. With the fighting going on, getting into other regions is far more of a pain than he likes to admit. 

  Still, at least this person is already in the kingdom, so at least he doesn't have to concern himself with breaking into another! 

It was way too early in the morning to be putting up with people. That much was official. With the night’s chill still in the air and work looming overhead for the majority of the population, who really wanted to be forced to interact? Ordering a coffee was more than enough.

Except... Rider couldn’t help but do a double take at the woman who had just passed by her in the coffee shop. Not so much as the woman herself, but more the drink in her hands.

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Affection was never anything unusual to Richter. Having to pretty much raise Maria, he was always prone to her hugs and clinging onto him, and of course he received affection from his family as well. So, when he felt someone hug him from behind, he didn’t flinch out of surprise.

Well, maybe it did catch him off-guard a little, but once he turned to see a familiar set of strawberry blonde hair, he allowed himself to let out a sigh of relief. It was still strange to receive affection from Sypha. 

Maybe he was so convinced that Trevor wouldn’t want anything to do with him that it extended to her as well. She still didn’t seem to know what he meant when he told her he sullied the Belmont family name, that he was a disgrace to all of his ancestors before him.

A part of him hoped that she never would. A part of him wanted to keep that under wraps for as long as he could.

     “Did I do something good to receive a hug? I mean, I’m      not complaining or anything! I do always enjoy hugs from      you, Sypha.“

So, he would continue to play the role of the optimistic, good person that he molded himself into over the years, for as long as he could. 

THE CONCERT OF THE NIGHT WAS OFF-KEYS. Its children defied their master to heed the call of another, sweeping away anything in their path. The Lord of vampires chased a special fiend through the clockwork-style ward, bounding from roof to roof, across roads and deeper into the chasm. This was the furthest from the ocean from where they poured in to claim the land. The location was already infested with spectres, doors and windows of the population were shut tight and screams spilled into earshot from higher and lower levels. The extermination he desired was to fulfill itself, it seemed.

( But not so fast. )

He lost track of his prey, casting short and wary glances around. Gears turned and steps echoed over the metallic ground. Someone else was here, and their doing, a defeated shambler, slid right before his boots. They meet again.

FROM: Battler Ushiromiya TO: Ozpin-sensei @headmastering, Sypha Belnades @cyfre, El-Melloi II @keiisho, Daylen Amell @themagehero

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“Clearly screaming this will acquire you a date.”

    He can tell when someone is immediately out of place and time within the city. Not that he himself wasn’t an anomaly; heroic spirits by nature simply exist out of normal comprehension. But this young woman certainly wasn’t doing herself any favors by standing around and staring curiously at cars and buildings.