#royaldevotion

“Isn’t it jarring?”  Shadow had a bit of a habit of appearing out of nowhere.  It was all in good fun, he liked to have an air of unpredictability to him.  “One moment you’re thrust into one world, and then the next you’re thrown into a different one but with the same familiar faces?” The Unholy found it fun really.  But, he knew not everyone shared his sentiments.

One sweet girl, dropped!

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there was no need for guilt, no requirement for the slayer to feel nought but relief amongst the slain, thus her words did so little to rouse him from his venture. as he moved, seamlessly as a swan upon water, amongst the crowd of fallen failures to drift past the young woman almost entirely wordlessly. her anguish — oh! how it sang. chorus after chorus of promised suffering for his sins. 

                                                       but he had suffered enough.

“ have you the strength to stop me? you can barely stand. “

displeased did not describe the feeling enough. he was bored. so very tired. but his work was finished, for now. justice and divine right restored as the blood stained the earth about the feet of the survivor. he glanced back, sephiroth’s eyes narrowed with the absence of joy but with little sign of pleasure either.

Opalaria’s beauty was deceptive; nothing more than a facade to hide the corruption within. Faris had picked up on that quickly enough; streetsmarts and a sense for those less favourable in the eyes of the law had made him grasp the politics of the kingdom with little struggle.

Still, there were inevitably people that would be drawn in by the beauty that did not know the secrets that lingered beneath the fine sand and glistening shells.

It seemed today was a particularly bad case for that.

Faris had been content to stick to the waters, today -- no need to waste any of his human form’s time limit if he didn’t have to -- but whatever lowlifes were lurking the streets had other plans. There was some sort of... deer girl, a Beastkin if he recalled the terminology correctly, that must have strayed from the safer paths in the heart of the city (in search of something, or perhaps just lost in thought? he had no time to think it over)...

She’d caught the eye of someone she shouldn’t have, one way or another. She looked to be unarmed -- or at least barely armed -- and whatever bandit had been eyeing her up was making quick work of approaching her without her noticing... and he was certainly armed.

So much for not wasting his human form.

It didn’t take much longer for him to crawl out of where he’d been hiding in one of the channels in the city, his Siren form flickering away as his human disguise quickly materialized into existence. A long tail to legs, his clothing returning, his hair once more done up--

--but still too eerie, too decidedly nonhuman.

“I believe you’ve got yourself a little lost.”

It was spoken to the bandit -- but loud enough that it would draw the girl’s attention, too. The bandit spun, eyes widening as he tried to sputter out some insults about Sirens that had little effect on Faris. It gave him enough time to get the upper hand; while the bandit was caught off guard and didn’t think to go for his dagger straight away, Faris was able to slam the poor fool up against the nearest wall and press his claws up against his throat.

“How’s about you get on your way, aye? Skitter yourself on back to whatever little hole you crawled out of and we’ll call it even this time.”

It worked. Whatever inherent bias lay in the bandit about Sirens clearly terrified the poor lad enough that he was dashing away the moment Faris loosened his grip. Must’ve been a new recruit, he mused. That should’ve been much harder than it had been.

No matter. His attention was turned to the girl.

Welcome!

You'll be staying in TOWNHOUSE 224!

You'll be able to use Cure 5x per day.

You'll be given a wooden walking stick.

Enjoy your stay!