#faebletales

He knows that voice -- knows too many voices -- but just who it is eludes him. The unfamiliar room spins and his head throbs and gazing upon the mystery person he knows-but-can't-name sends a searing pain through his very being.

As much as they've complained about being cursed, it's never hurt, not until now. Legs that haven't been this weak or uncoordinated in eons carry him elsewhere and Barbatos can only purge his stomach of its dubious contents.

He... remembers going to yell at Nail again, remembers getting an apology for "what has to be done" and the two of them sharing a drink.

Alvar came by as promised, to pick Kai up and bring him along to the fair opening up this evening. And once they were there, it was clear that the Hellhound was very excited. It was the first time for him to see any such festival-esque things in the human realm.

There was a strong sensation of power rather close by. One that certainly warranted worry and investigation. And it reeked of death the closer one would go towards the sensation. Though as one would approach the source, instead of an army or a warlord, there was one single individual.

Trembling. In the middle of multiple human victims. One could almost assume that she was the lucky one surviving whatever it was - if it was not for her being the very source radiating dark energy.

The card was taken from the other, all the details checked and everything seemed to be in order. When returning the card to Soren, he heard the comment being directed at him. A brow was raised before leaning over the front desk a little bit.

Anonymous, all it does is put a direct mask on your account name...... but it doesn't hide your most important information. Soooo, don't be a bully. :P

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