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❝ They're gone ⸻ ❞ She says with a wide yawn when Layla returns. Amelia rubs at sleepy green eyes, hardly able to see through the exhaustion that threatened to pull her back under, but she can clearly see the sleeping pads where Peach and Pav had slept are now empty. They could be quite sneaky when they wanted to be.

"I'll keep you safe here with me."

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HER ARRIVAL HERE IS CLEARLY A MISTAKE. Not only for the subject matter of her quest but the acquaintance sitting across from her. Ismey stiffens, fangs budding against her gums. She cannot tell you why she has such a negative reaction but she does.

Fingers curl into the table, denting the wood as tries to keep herself calm. She is nearly eternal, why can she not contain herself?

Smile is sharp, unfriendly, though she means to smooth the air over between them. After all, she came this far. Why not see it through or why this...woman causes such a negative reaction.

"Through the winding pinewoods and below the cawing of the nighthawks, the stranger rose with a head of fire without the smoke, wolf-eyed and Rackatee'd..."

She has red hair and sharp, mismatched eyes. It comes like reading a passage.

Now: silence. Cliff stares with an equally appraising, equally far-off look, his head still here or not. There is no one but for the shadows they cast and the pen by his hand. The too-white sheet of paper partly-used with a slanted scrawl all strewn overtop. He seems to drift back into his body, as if he'd been somewhere else entirely, and Cliff takes a long, windy exhale.

The city at night was usually a cold, and lonely place. Especially, for the likes of one such as himself. He could not blend into the populace, not fully. The cybernetics that held him together could only be concealed so much by modern clothing and whatnot. The wires and cogs were hidden beneath a combination of metal and a jelly-like compress. These were both to keep him upright, and regulated with temperatures warm and cold.

A coat draped his shoulder, long and billowing in the breeze as he overlooked the city below. It was almost peaceful, somewhat, being in this place by himself. He was on the lookout for any trouble, any cry for help and the like. There was no mission to take, tonight, so it was either do this in the hopes of a fight, or wallow and brood elsewhere. He needed a fight...

❝ you speak as if you think the captain wants a physical relationship with the ship . . .

-------- that would be illogical, inadvisable, and unsafe . . . among other things. ❞

@lykaiia asked: ❝ I wasn't going to say anything. ❞

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Admittedly, Ethan wasn't sure whether he'd made the right decision to approach or not -- - meeting someone like him hadn't exactly been a part of his to-do list for the day, or ever, if he was being completely honest with himself. As odd as it might have sounded, he hadn't come across any others so far, perhaps partly deliberately, though it wasn't difficult when he kept himself from everyone as much as he possibly could, regardless of who or what they were.