U.N.オーエンは彼女なのか？

“I mean you can’t use a continue!” 

vampire with possibly the strangest wings for a vampire to have ever

has more power than she realizes (well, usually, at least)

doesn’t know how to properly feed because she tends to obliterate anyone she tries to feed from without a trace of blood left

getting used to the loss of almost all her powers is going to be one hell of a ride huh

loves pranks

pranks often go too far because she struggles with the concept of right and wrong

very loyal if you earn her respect, but good fucking luck with that

emotionally unstable

isolates herself frequently 

but also hates being completely alone and will latch onto you forever if she deems you as a friend

really she’s just a lonely little girl who happens to also be a vampire with a lot of destructive powers

“They often do not consider those who cannot attend gatherings during the day. Though…perhaps this could be changed if we spoke to whomever is in charge. That or as I was once told, you should make your own celebration of sorts.”

Oh my god, she’s so CUTE! She asked a question, Is…

Right. “I’m not exactly sure. Uhm, do you know what it is exactly? Maybe it’s on the map or something?” she’s already pulling out her phone to see if she can find any information regarding Agatha Christie. “Uhm…” Here she goes, “I really like your whole entire…look? Sorry if that’s coming off weird, but it’s really cute!”

Okay, once she’s got her phone ready, she’s showing it to Flandre, “Will it help to look through the map?”

“My look?” Flandre’s eyes glittered with a mixture of amusement and mischief as she took in the compliment, turning around for a second to show the other her wings. The crystals adorning them dangled and swung in the wind, and they sparkled in seven brilliant, different colors.

“Pretty, aren’t they~?” She laughed a bit, flapping them a few times and listening as the crystals clinked into each other softly, making a noise not unlike that of a wind chime. When she turned back around with a spin, the blond vampire was practically grinning ear to ear, bouncing on her feet in excitement.

The Troupe Master hands her the vial, having no issue with sharing. He’s been quite a generous sort on this island; he’ll just have to ask Leck for a little more soon.

“The dream realm lies beyond the veil past this reality, where the mind rests in sleep. Where eyes cannot be trusted, and the will of one’s soul is the strongest power of all. The moths you know are nothing but feral creatures; the world closest to me was a kingdom inhabited by intelligent bug.”

So, she’s been here before. Maybe…

“Did you remember this place when you returned?”

The contents of the vial were downed at a breakneck pace, with Flandre taking a moment to lick her lips and fangs clean once she was done. She had clearly been quite thirsty; perhaps it had been close to dinner time when she had been taken here once more?

“Mm,” She nodded in acknowledgement as the moth standing before her spoke about the realm of dreams. Surprisingly, she seemed to be understanding what he was talking about quite well. “The will of one’s soul, huh? Most people say I’m nuts, so I dunno how long I’d last there.” Perhaps a rather sad comment, but she seemed to shrug it off as if it was nothing.

His next words, though, caused her to pause for a moment to think. Had she remembered the city while she was back at home? Now that she thought about it, it didn’t seem like she had... she surely would of told Sakuya or her sister about it, right? But instead, she had just continued on as she always did, playing with toys in her room. It was as if the memories had simply been taken from her the moment the city relinquished it’s grip on her, only returning once she had been returned as well.

“Youkai…?”

Grimm the Internet-Haver whips out his phone for a quick definition. Ah, that’s much nicer than having to text Badou every single time.        ….Hang on, did she call herself a vampire? Oh no. Is she a little young vampire? She’s… so cute. And her introduction is so darling that he feels like his heart is going to explode.

“Well, I’ve never been referred to as such a term, but I suppose it’s fitting. I am a calyptra moth who hails from the realm of dream, you see. Troupe Master Grimm is the name, and the stage is my game!”

He gives his renowned bow of elegance in return, then lifts out a small vial of certain red liquid from his cloak.

“Perhaps you’ve just arrived? Should hunger strikes you, I do have a bit extra.”

“A moth? I’ve never seen such a big moth before. All the moths I’ve seen were real little... what do you mean when you say you come from the realm of dreams--?”

Before she could get an answer to her question, though, the vampire’s eyes immediately flitted to the vial of blood, instinctively opening her mouth a little and drawing her tongue gently over her fangs as she wonderful scent hit her nose. Truth be told, because most of her food-- humans-- were brought to her after being prepared to look like much more pleasant foodstuffs such as cake... well, she didn’t fully understand why looking at this little vial made her stomach growl so much. Despite this, though, it didn’t change the fact that she was definitely interested in the thing.

“Can... can I have it?” It took a moment for what he had said to properly register in her mind, but she was quick to give him an answer when it did. “I’ve been here before, but I just got here again tonight...” She glanced at her phone screen for a moment. April 2021? Wow. That... was a lot longer than she had thought it had been.

“Hey, do you want to help me with this?” At first glance, it may have seemed like Flandre wasn’t talking to anyone in particular, even as she tossed a glance over her shoulder. Of course, in truth, she was referring to the... strange, furry creature that she had noticed was watching her perform this grueling task. She was currently digging through a fairly large haystack in the Opalarian Market Town with her bare hands-- why she had taken this quest in particular was, honestly, a really good question. Maybe for the bragging rights? She was sure she would find the stupid needle eventually, after all. It would just take a while. A long, long while. At least there wasn’t a timer.

And at least there was also the fact that she was very patient at times, especially for being a child. Inhumanly patient. Spent 495 years in a basement without complaint patient.

This task hadn’t seemed like it was going to be difficult at all, when Flandre first took it. She had taken it on because she was curious about why it was listed as being so difficult, despite how easy it seemed by nature. Heck, curiosity was really the only reason she was taking on a task in the first place; being a little girl (at least in spirit), she wasn’t really sure how much good data she could provide, but... it had certainly sounded like a lot of fun.

The entertainment factor was wearing off fast right now, though, as she found herself sprinting as fast as she could-- which was a lot slower than it had once been, given that her natural vampiric speed had been nerfed quite heavily upon arrival in the city once more-- down the sidewalk away from an Ofiuclone that was in hot pursuit of the girl. Rather, to be more specific, the clone was after the drink that the girl was carrying. The one that she had only barely made it outside of the Taco Ding before being practically assaulted for.

So this is why it had been marked as hard, huh.

Flandre was practically crushing the pale green drink in her grip as she fled, squeaking in alarm as she glanced over her shoulder and found that the clone was much, much closer to her than she would have liked. She could see someone who was much closer to the original Oficulone who had made the request for the beverage in the first place nearby, and, in a moment of panic, made a desperate move--

“CATCH!”

“So, what kind of youkai are you?” Although it was rather to the point and may have been a bit blunt, Flandre didn’t see any need to beat around the bush on the matter. This guy was beyond obviously not human; he seemed even more non-human than she herself was, and she had a set of crystalline wings hanging off her back, as well as her inhumanly red eyes and dazzlingly sharp set of fangs.

“...how’d you manage to get so tall?”

Flandre could tell this guy wasn’t human; that he was like her. The smell, the pale skin, the fangs... all of it made it quite obvious, at least to a fellow vampire such as herself. Though, she did have to wonder for a minute or two where his wings were.

Still, that was besides the point. The girl had been... well, a young little girl for hundreds of years at this point. She wished she could grow big and tall like he had, and the fact that he was a vampire too gave her hope that maybe it was possible for her as well. Of course, there was always the chance that he had just been turned later in life... but she didn’t really want to think about that. She wanted to hang onto the hope that maybe someday, she and her sister could both grow up into powerful, adult women.

“Hey! Hey, you!” Flandre’s voice called out from across the street, the girl herself gazing upwards at the all-too familiar eclipse in the sky for a minute as she spoke. She had been here before, of course, so she had a better idea of what was going on than most people did-- and as such, wasn’t too alarmed about the giant hole she had awoken by. There were more important matters at hand, after all.

“Where can I find Agatha Christie’s works here?”

Like finding the nearest bookshop, apparently. The question had slipped out of her pretty much immediately after running towards the stranger. The blonde vampire bounced on her heels excitedly as she waited for an answer, staring up at the other with her big, red eyes.

guess who’s back, back again--