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Kytes: A.... a what?

Reno: A nithing pole. Its a dead horse on a stick and you curse people you don't like with it.

Kytes: Oh... you said nithing pole.

Reno:

Kytes:

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Kytes:

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Isolating yourself from other people was something Raven had grown to live by. It was better this way; she couldn’t hurt other people, and they couldn’t hurt her. That’s what she thought was best, at least until she was shown just how cowardly such a belief was. And she was a coward--Yang was right, and it hurt just to see just how wrong Raven had been. But despite it all, she still kept her distance. It was better for everyone that way...right? 

She knew Yang and her friends left for Atlas to get the relic there. The Branwen Clan didn’t need to remain closely connected to the outside world, but having basic knowledge of what was going on would be beneficial. That was how she learned about the situation in Atlas. She didn’t think when she took off to the northern kingdom, only acted. That’s what Yang would do, right? And Yang was better than her in every way. So, she flew all the way to that kingdom, only to find everything destroyed. Atlas was gone... Mantle was gone. And Raven didn’t know how to look for her daughter and her friends.

The woman watched as he reached into his pocket, and she very nearly went for the weapon at her hip--she had no idea of what he was reaching for. However, she stopped herself. She had gotten this far being nice rather than vicious, and she intended to see this through--unless he forced her hand, of course. He could be reaching for a weapon, or perhaps he was simply reaching for something else.

Luckily for him, he simply pulled out a notepad. There was no need for violence. Still, her patience was being tested. She wasn't sure of how much longer she could do this whole "nice" thing...

“I don’t know how true it is, since we’re not really from around here, but we started picking up on some rumors of a daemon that was giving seasoned hunters trouble..?”  Noctis tried to be cool and nonchalant about it, not wanting anyone to think he and his companions were out to steal anyone’s bounty.  Of course, that would be a bonus...

“Shinra’s dogs are about to do their rounds and I’ve heard you don’t like dogs.”

He makes a point to make eye contact with Levi from across the way and near his desk, a deadpan stare that says and what if I do?

Its such a small thing, a little match held between two fingers, flickering ominously, but it has so much destructive potential.

He considered a lot of other things first.

Spit: he hates germs and anything that carries them, but he can just clean that up. Well. Except maybe separating the spit from the ink in his ink well, so enjoy contaminated ink, but he can always replace it probably.

Dirt; similar concept, same results. He can wash it out. It’ll just be harder to do and take more effort.

Ink; he considered making it stain a lot of things. His desk, his papers, his chairs… but he’s not sure if he could get those stains out or not. He probably could, if it was at all possible.

But fire? Oh, fire is so much harder to just clean up. Even if all he gets out of it is a single spot of charred wood on the top of his desk’s surface, a little black mark taunting him with its presence every time he sits down until the end of time (or until he gets a new desk), it’ll be worth it.

He never breaks eye contact, even as he grinds the end of the lit match into the wood, satisfied to see a black mark left behind as he lifts it away only to drop it on his stack of papers, ready to bolt the second Levi makes a move towards him.

It all seemingly happens in slow motion, even as Levi steps closer to try to grab the match. But he still misses. He puts the fire out quick enough to where it doesn’t have much time to do damage to the papers. Then his attention trails to the mark on his desk and then to Kytes.

He... didn’t just do that. He knows he didn’t just do that. He watches him for a long moment. Instead of lunging at him, he calmly goes to sit down, ignoring the mark on the desk, regardless of how much it bothered him. The kid wants a negative reaction out of him. He won’t give him the satisfaction of that.

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“Of all the nonsense...” The woman stood in front of a sign, a map of sorts on the sidewalk. Rosalie was trying to learn Japanese now that her brother was so insistent on staying here in Yokohama, but she didn’t have the time nor energy to spend all day reading books and practicing the language. How did Edgar learn..?? It didn’t matter, since as of right now, she was all on her own.

With a groan, she turned her head to the side to look for someone who may be able to help. Unfortunately, she wasn’t sure if anyone would even be able to assist her. That is, until she noticed someone who didn’t seem to be around here either. It was a stretch to see if anything good would come from this, but given how desperate she was, she decided to give it a try.

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As a mafioso--and a fairly well known one at that--Jezilia was aware of the likelihood that someone may be following her, watching her. It has happened in the past, of course, but she didn’t typically investigate the sensation and instead usually disappeared in her shadows and went home instead. She wasn’t good with people in any way, and the thought of someone trying to learn more about her... She really didn’t like that feeling.

Regardless, something told her that she was being watched. A weapon’s intuition if you will, something her father forced into her mind when she was a child. She supposed his teachings did have some use... Regardless, she was certain she felt eyes on her. It wasn’t too uncommon--with her dark and dangerous complexion, plus her snow-white bangs, she often caught the eyes of passerbys--but still a feeling she didn’t care for.