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he  releases  his  grip,  though  the  reprieve  is  brief;  loki  drifts  up,  levitating  just  high  enough  to  rest  his  elbow  atop  the  human's  head.  ❝  you  know,  abby,  ❞  the  god  begins,   ❝  we  don't  spend  nearly  enough  time  together.  we  should  change  that.  ❞  one  leg  crosses  over  the  other.   ❝  wanna  get  lunch?  ahh,  nah  —  that's  boring,  isn't  it?  shame  we  can't  just  smite  a  civilization  or  two  —  there's  waaay  too  many  rules  these  days.  i  think  zeusy's  getting  complacent  in  his  old  age ...  but  you  didn't  hear  that  from  me.  ❞

he  flits  away,  instead  choosing  to  levitate  in  front  of  the  human.  ❝  here's  an  idea ...  why  don't  you  choose  for  us?  ❞   loki  props  his  chin  in  his  hands,  eyes  glittering  with  something  playful  yet  cruel  —  like  a  cat  peering  down  at  a  mouse  trapped  beneath  its  paws.  ❝  entertain  me.  or  don't.  ❞  the  trickster  tilts  his  head.  ❝  i'll  just  make  my  own  fun,  in  that  case ...  but  we  both  know  how  that  usually  goes,  huh?  ❞  the  implication  is  deliberately  ominous.

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"... Hey, umm..."

Sesshomaru, dad-

"... Father?"

Sometimes she was jovial around even the stoic daiyoukai, but sometimes even Towa couldn't help but feel... so dreadfully nervous. Against all odds, Towa had found it easier to talk to him while the world was falling apart around her.

"I was wondering, umm... would you like to maybe... go hunt some food, maybe?" She had no idea what her father actually ate: she just assumed meat and the like, right? That was a normal guess in her mind. "Or gather...?"

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀" The bond between a man and his cat is so beautiful ! I would rather read about that in a tabloid than gossip about which gender you're interested in . "

it's  just  beginning  to  take  shape  when  they  pause,  pencil  stilling  on  the  page.  again,  they  look  up  —  this  time  to  shoot  the  stranger  a  glance.  their  expression  betrays  little  beyond  a  mild  sense  of  curiosity.  ❝  was  there  something  you  needed,  sir?  ❞

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he's  standing  at  the  entrance  of  the  ruins,  arms  crossed  and  back  to  his  companion.  a  reckless  move,  considering  the  way  calling  the  circumstances  between  them  TENSE  feels  like  an  understatement  so  severe  it  borders  on  laughable  —  but  of  course,  ren  doubts  he  has  anything  to  fear.  the  general  mahamatra  has  witnessed  firsthand  just  how  unnervingly  DURABLE  he  truly  is;  even  if  cyno  wished  to  attack  him  from  behind,  the  only  thing  he  would  truly  accomplish  is  exhausting  himself.  physical  pain  hardly  registers  to  the  wanderer  these  days;  it's  just  another  form  of  stimuli,  mundane  as  all  the  rest.  there  was  a  time  when  he  once  saw  it  as  something  to  avoid  —  though  that  fear  inevitably  decayed  alongside  his  wide-eyed  innocence  and  enthusiasm  for  the  world  he  found  himself  tossed  so  haphazardly  into.  the  doctor's  experiments  served  as  a  sword  to  the  throat  of  his  naiveté;  lopping  head  from  shoulders  —  an  EXECUTION  carried  out  with  clinical  efficiency.

outside,  the  storm  still  rages.  wind  and  sand,  a  howling  blur  of  pale  orange  —  impossible  to  traverse,  impossible  to  see  through.  he  was  really  hoping  by  the  time  they  found  the  exit,  the  weather  would  have  improved,  but  it  seems  yet  again  MISFORTUNE  has  decided  to  make  the  wanderer  its  plaything.

❝  ... ❞  he's  a  bit  SURPRISED  when  cyno  suddenly  speaks.  ren  had  been  expecting  the  general  mahamatra  to  wait  out  the  storm  glaring  contemptuously  at  the  back  of  his  head  all  the  while.  truly,  he's  still  struggling  to  wrap  his  mind  around  the  source  of  their  CONFLICT.  his  identity,  his  inhumanity  —  they  are  disconcerting  things  to  be  sure.  it's  a  fact  the  wanderer  is  aware  of  better  than  anyone;  the  truth  always  leads  to  suffering,  almost  as  if  it's  akin  to  a  CURSE  that  he  must  bear  in  silence.  still,  he's  always  known  cyno  to  be  a  fairly  level-headed  individual  —  at  least  when  it  comes  to  matters  of  personal  values.  (  he's  even  offered  ren  advice  in  the  past.  )  it  is  for  precisely  that  reason  why  the  wanderer  can't  UNDERSTAND  why  he's  suddenly  taken  to  acting  so  erratically.   ❝  who  knows. ❞  he  says  aloud,  voice  gone  toneless  from  mental  fatigue.  ❝  i  thought  JUDGEMENT  was  supposed  to  be  your  thing. ❞

he  has  half  a  mind  to  simply  leave  it  at  that,  but  if  he  continues  glaring  at  the  storm  outside  he  fears  that  he  may  very  well  go  mad.  ❝  right  or  wrong ...  i  never  asked  to  be  made.  if  that  act  of  creation  is  considered  a  sin,  you  can  take  it  up  with  my  mother. ❞  the  word  comes  drenched  in  a  thick  layer  of  sarcasm  —  as  if  ren  is  only  able  to  painlessly  refer  to  her  as  such  if  he  does  so  IRONICALLY.  ❝  my  existence  is  ETERNAL ...  you've  seen  for  yourself  just  how  futile  trying  to  extinguish  it  can  be.  the  only  right  or  wrongs  i  can  PERSONALLY  claim  ownership  over  are  what  i  choose  to  do  with  it. ❞

...  and  in  that  regard,  the  wanderer  has  no  shortage  of  both.

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Subtle vibrations in the wind and pressure against slatted wood elicited a twitch from his ears. After a minute of silence, the Amurta scholar resigns himself to having his peace stolen from him yet again for the third time this evening.

In truth, Tighnari doesn’t mind when others approach him for discussions or offers of joint research. And he does not have any qualms about politely turning down projects that do not yield any productive uses for his own. What he takes issue with is how pushy some of these scholars can be.

Hence a note of irritation can be detected in his voice when he addresses them.

“I believe I’ve already made my stance clear-” The rest of his sentence dies on his tongue when his gaze finally falls upon who had approached him.

@roleplay-abiogenesis2 &&. said... ‘ i know i’m not the person you want, but i’m here. ’ ~ Cyno here for his Ren fix~

not  the  person  he  wants?  such  powerful  words;  ren  can't  help  but  breathe  a  little  laugh.  it's  as  though  he  thinks  he's  actually  DYING  —  which,  from  the  general  mahamatra's  perspective,  he  might  as  well  be.  the  remnants  of  an  entire  building  rest  upon  his  back;  wood  and  stone  and  clay,  long  abandoned  and  rendered  brittle  by  innumerable  years  baking  in  the  hot  sun.  one  particularly  hard  blow  and  the  wanderer  (  equal  parts  unnaturally  light  and  unnaturally  durable  )  had  gone  crashing  through  its  aged  walls.  that  on  its  own  wasn't  especially  troublesome.  the  structure promptly  collapsing  on  top  of  him,  on  the  other  hand,  was.  although  to  be  frank ...  the  shame  he  feels  at  being  caught  in  such  a  situation  brings  him  more  AGONY  than  any  physical  wounds  littering  his  body  ever  could.

there's  blood  pooling  on  his  tongue.  he  spits  it  out  and  quietly  swears  to  hunt  down  those  responsible  and  kill  them  in  the  most  painful  means  he  has  immediately  available.

❝  you  seem  so  WORRIED.  ❞  he  rasps.   ❝  keep  it  up,  and  i  may  start  to  believe  you're  actually  serious.  ❞  it's  good  that  he's  here,  though  —  certainly  saves  ren  a  great  deal  of  trouble.  he  has  one  arm  free,  but  it  isn't  enough  to  drag  himself  out.  not  when  the  sand  doesn't  afford  him  much  room  for  purchase.  he  still  gives  it  one  more  try  —  fingers  clawing  pathetic  gouges  in  their  wake.  a  frustrated  growl  builds  in  the  back  of  the  wanderer's  throat,  and  he  ducks  his  head.  (  swallowing  PRIDE.  )  seems  his  efforts  are  pointless;  he  can't  free  himself  —  not  like  this.  not  without  lesser  lord  kusanali  knows  hours  of  struggling.  he  isn't  even  sure  what  state  the  rest  of  his  body  is  currently  in;  there's  so  much  pressure,  it's  impossible  to  feel  anything  beyond  the  weight  of  stone.

after  a  moment,  he  looks  back  up  and  fixes  cyno  with an  uncertain gaze.  i'm  here,  he  said.  (  may  as  well  test  that.  )   ❝  i'm  not  dying.  ❞  the  wanderer  begins  to  say  —  each  word  slow,  as  if  wrought  with  careful  CALCULATION.   ❝  these  injuries  aren't  as  severe  as  they  look.  ❞   not  for  him.  ❝  but  if  you  want  to  make  yourself  useful ...  getting  some  of  this  rubble  off  of  me  would  be  a  START.  ❞