#dvasia

From this list ^,^ How about some background for Syble and Dvasia?

A faint vibration went through Syble as she relaxed in her quarters, one that predicted she’d soon be getting a visitor. Sure enough, it was only moments before she heard a soft knock at her door.

“Akirsera?” The door opened a crack and a wide eye the color of moonlight peeked through. “Are you there?”

“Yes Dvasia, come in.”

The young silver Cathar opened the door further, peering around with respectful curiosity. No shyness in this one, Syble chuckled to herself as she motioned for Dvasia to come closer. It was one of the traits that the Sith Pureblood had discovered in her ward, along with a fierce determination and thirst for knowledge. Had she attended the Sith Academy she would’ve been a delight to her her instructors. 

“Is something troubling you little dis?”

“The buzzing is back,” she explained and Syble nodded.

“New slaves. I’m sure there’s a new pecking order being established in the pens.”

“It’s so…” Dvasia looked skyward, contemplating, “Obnoxious?”

Syble chuckled aloud and nodded again, “Yes, I’m certain it is.”

Looking pleased that she’d used the proper word, Dvasia stepped towards Syble. “It’s quieter in here.”

The unspoken question in the Cathar’s moonlight eyes had Syble holding back a smile. “Would you like to stay here again?”

Dvasia nodded emphatically, “Yes, please!” 

“Very well.”

Syble stood to slide a narrow cot from underneath her bed then smiled gently as she watched the young Cathar snuggle into the blankets. Her wide pale eyes started closing almost instantly, attesting to how exhausted the kit was and Syble sighed as she sat on the edge of the cot.

“Come to me sooner,” she instructed as she stroked the soft sand-colored mane. “Don’t wait until you’re ready to fall over.”

“Yes, Akirsera. I just don’t…” the kit yawned hugely. “Don’t want to get you in trouble.”

“Trouble?” Syble laughed and lightly booped Dvasia’s nose. “Who would I be in trouble with?”

“With Doran.” Dvasia opened her eyes but yawned again. “Don’t want him to yell at you. He yells at all the slaves.”

“I’m no slave,” she stated, affronted at the idea. “He doesn’t own me.”

Weariness still filled Dvasia’s eyes, but she peered at the Pureblood curiously. “Then why do you stay?”

“Because…” Syble paused. “Well… it’s complicated.” She booped the Cathar’s nose again, “Too complicated to discus now. You, get some sleep. I’ll check on the pens then be back, alright.” 

“Yes Akirsera,” she mumbled sleepily. 

Syble stroked the kit’s mane gently, waiting for her to fall asleep before she stood again and walked to her door. She glanced back at the scars along Dvasia’s cheek, her fingers unconsciously gliding over the implants gilding her own red skin. 

“If you worked out and got all strong people would notice you better, Ugo.”

    “How inconvenient,” she sighed annoyed. She had one hand rested on her hip, staring the offender in the eyes. He hated dealing with higher ranked demons. They could always do as they pleased. And as someone who was basically of the lowest rank.. she couldn’t do much other than appear tough and not letting them get through to her mentally. 

[---Hearing those words leave his laughs causes him to scoff, green eyes rolling. He knows as a demon, he mostly minded his own damn business, unless he wanted to steal something of course, but when disguised like this, he couldn't help but to get a little mouthy sometimes, even to others who looked human.]

"Uh-huh. And that'll make that fake smile seem a little more real?"

[---Not that he cared to much if it was real or not, though damn has it been a while since he’s seen a person act like this.]

--- The scent of rain was on the wind; she wasn’t so in touch with her animal side, but even as a vampire she could identify the aroma as clouds gathered thickly in the sky. Thunder boomed in the distance, which only made her sigh slightly, head tipping and blue-violet hues sliding skyward as she continued walking with Gide. She’d followed him out here, away from the colony, perhaps because she felt...guilty. Impossibly guilty, about what had happened on his birthday. 

--- She’d done nothing. That feeling in the pit of her stomach was like a stone, settled on her body and so heavy that she felt as if she’d drown if she didn’t dislodge it. When it had started raining, her eyes closed, relishing the near freezing water and the way it cooled the heat of her skin...so warm because of the time of year it was. A hand lifted to her heart, idly clenching at the fabric that covered her body. 

--- Drops splattered against her cheeks, and for once she paid no attention as he began to disrobe. Her mind replayed the smells, the sounds, even the sights as she’d peeked out the window; she’d never thought of herself as a coward before, but being in the state she was, she’d cowered in her room. Like a vivid, gruesome nightmare, she only wished that she could have woken up...woken up and washed it all away. 

--- Bodies...blood...violence. Screaming. Everything happened so quickly, and worse yet, she’d recognized the smell. Vampires. Her own kind ( partially ), and she couldn’t stand up to them. While his people fought...bled...died. 

--- Fingers tightened harder against her chest- as if she might be able to somehow sink claws into the cavity and pull beating heart from broken remains- before the rain stopped. With her face turned towards the sky and no rain hitting her cheeks, eyes opened slowly with a furrow in her brow; he was close. So close, all over again, warmth radiating from his toned from- perhaps in a better situation, she might have been flustered, voice hitching in her throat...but now? With those kind, considerate, compassionate words? 

--- How could he treat her so well, after that? How could he smile, and be so polite? So strong? Pink tinged hair clung to her face, the back of her neck as she shook her head, lifting her hand to push the balled up articles away until cool water struck her once more. ‘ It’s okay...I like the rain... ‘ she trailed off, face turned back towards the clouds, eyes closed. She’d always loved the rain, and its purity, how it washed away all things...and on top of that? 

The case she’s been assigned to is rather simple, with a just above entry-level difficulty. Haneul supposes it’s a good thing that it’s a low-risk case as she’s still recovering from the last case she worked on. (Getting thrashed into a wall by otherworldly entities did a number on her.) Reviewing the case, she found that it consisted of standard tasks, such as ensuring the situation hasn’t changed drastically, ensuring that measures are in place in case civilians need to be evacuated; nothing that required her talents. So why assign her to the case? 

It is that morning  when the Commander dropped the proverbial bomb and perhaps a bit too cheerfully announced the reason why Haneul has been assigned such a case. She’s to be the superior of a newly recruited magic user. The Commander conveniently provides a brief report on the new recruit, but all she really gets out of it is what he looks like (courtesy of a photo) and that he’s also a powerful magic user. Which is presumably why he’s been assigned to work with her. 

She shakes her head, to clear her thoughts of the morning’s events. There’s no point in lamenting the fact that the Commander could have given her more advance warning. Instead she focuses on the task at hand, which is to find her new subordinate. It’s rather easy to find him, with the photo of him she’d looked at earlier. Taking a deep breath, she steels herself and strides over to him. She can’t help but deflate a little, seeing as she finds his height intimidating. Nevertheless, she does her best to give her new co-worker a smile with the hopes that things work out.

─「アリサ」─  failure is something that STUCK with you whether you like it or not. the female god eater knew that all too well especially with how important their MISSIONS are on daily basis. how dangerous their lives are mostly when they grabbed their god arc and went out there to slay the so-called GODS plaguing the planet with their own reigns.

                it had been A MONTH since that last operation --- one that reminded most of them that the world was cruel and harsh, that the very ground they were stepping upon was being claimed by those BEASTS calling themselves gods. how powerless they might be thinking they could overthrow the SKY FATHER so easily.

                but that doesn’t mean they were going to give up --- no way.

                ICY hues turned towards her teammate once she could hear his footsteps coming closer.

                “ are you ready ? ” words that were different than her usual ‘ how are you feeling ? ’every time she saw him, or every time she went to visit him at the sick bay. she knew, after all, how the TANNED MALE was feeling and that the last failed operation was taking a toll on him the most compared to others. but --- that was why she was here ... about to FACE with the same mission again, and their goal was clear.

Amongst the crowd of fighters, there is a redhead whose is tall and wears a black jacket over her big and fit body.  She listened to the announcer that there will be a series of matches, anyone who wins will go to the next round then another until the one wins in finals (which is the last match between the last remaining fighters) will receive a money prize. 

Good. Fira ‘Maggie’ Fireleo thought as she likes what she’s hearing. If anything, this is the best way to earn money and it is considered pastime to see how would she do against other contestants. But what’s more important is getting that prize money.