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Feniks has warn her about this one when he was out on his stroll for the Queen and her people. Corvus can’t really tell if this man works for her, but...

She knows she doesn’t really have to worry about anyone here starting something. Maybe a petty fight could break out, but something DANGEROUS? The Stars always have something up their sleeves to prevent something like that from happening. This is a time meant to have fun, a wonderful time to mingle and make friends. For now, at least. 

There’s always something else, and THAT is why Corvus is here. In case that something else does happen. 

Most peculiar weapons. She doesn’t know how they work. Not yet. But she does know that she’s not alone. The Valsharess glances upward, lips pursed into a fine line as she lays eyes on the heavily tattooed man who comes down the stairs. She isn’t perturbed, nor does she move from her spot. Rather she tilts her chin loftily and speaks: “Oh? And who might this sudden guest of mine be?”

yet there were eyes, too many eyes, and the noise which rose from the beachgoers grated upon her. witnesses, all of them. where humans gathered, there was danger of ALL kinds-- not even the water would offer peace should they glimpse that which tempted them, and desired it in their hands. the sand was hot and unforgiving even as the sun crept towards its descent, and though sen yearned for the water, she pressed onwards parallel to it, determined to reach the solitude she desired.

it had perhaps taken longer than she would have liked, but as the noise melted away, into the roar of the waves, the tension in her shoulders lessened. ALREADY she had discarded her boots, the wind whipping her hair, tongue darting out to taste the salty spray upon her lips. it was almost home, yet...

not.

                               ( how unkind fate was, to tangle her in its dismal web once again )

the cove, round an outcropping of rock and bathed in shade, out of sight of the crowds of golden ward. it was perfect. tossing her wooden sword and the strange contraption the cab-driver had called a ‘phone’ into the sand, sen peeled off the outermost layer of clothing-- a coat, thick and heavy, a stolen thing which was UNLIKELY to see its original owner again now, and unceremoniously dumped it in on top before making her way to the water. 

yet she did not fully submerge. fingertips ran gently over the surface of the pearls lacing her wrist. the waves lapped at her knees, and were it not for the sound of footsteps approaching, she might have gone further in.

❝who goes there?❞ a sharp call, almost accusatory. casting a glance towards her discarded things, elegant features settled to stone as she turned halfway to face the intruder, still partway into the water. she would not stray further when eyes were upon her.  ❝have you followed me here, stranger?❞

Fibonacci was a ward that Watanuki normally tried to avoid entirely when he was on his own-- yet the Stars, this time, had decided that was exactly where he would be taking residence. Of course, the higher levels were completely safe; it was the lower ones that the shopkeeper knew he should be wary of, and yet.. he found himself wandering down there all the same.

It wasn't the first time he had ended up in this world completely alone, yet this particular sting of loneliness felt so much deeper; cutting through his frame, shattering any smile he attempted to bring to life no matter who he spoke to. He knew it was dangerous to go alone, purposefully leaving Mugetsu behind in the safety of the shop while he followed that voice blaring loudly between his ears. Hitsuzen, fate, was insisting he traverse there that day-- even despite the dangers that were waiting for him.

Like a moth to a flame.

Perhaps it was his desperation that had clouded any instinct in that moment, when something suddenly struck him from behind in the never-ending darkness. The slicing of clothes, the warm springing of blood quickly pulling Watanuki from his trance-- albeit too late to avoid any injury, it seemed.

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".. there is great pain in your eyes, Azrael. So much so that I.. perhaps, will never be able to understand it fully."

Cherie was a being who always expressed themselves physically. A touch of a hand, arms to embrace, a shoulder to rest your cheek upon. It was in their nature to be as such-- it brought them, as well as the humans they had helped, great solace in their times of need. But Azrael.. always recoiled from such warmth. Was it because it frightened him, or because he felt he did not deserve it?

Of course, it wasn't their place to speculate, or to even pry. They wanted to learn Azrael's boundaries; understand him better, but still support him in the way he needed.

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Such overwhelming grief and pain hit Cherie at once, and though their mouth remained a solid, unwavering line, the look in their eyes clearly matched what they felt on the inside. It was not fear, nor was it hate; if they could word their thoughts, perhaps they would claim it to be sympathy, concern.. paired with the overwhelming need to console.

It was impossible to be certain as they were, with their powers and senses stripped from them, but even if the two were different.. that did not mean Cherie couldn't reach out to him.

"Help me, please," they asked without.. well, really asking at all; reaching for the stranger's wrist as their head turned to the chaos ensuing around what was known as the Eternal Tree, as if trying to make him see it as well. "Those tiny creatures are making the forest very unhappy. We could catch them, together."

Welcome back to Isola Radiale, Azrael!

You will be housed in CONDO 413.

You will retain everything from your previous stay.

Enjoy your captivity! :)