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paladout replied to your post:   âAhâŚâ    âItâs my birthday today, I almost...
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   âHappy birthday KiaraâŚâ
  âI guess.â
   âThank you...â
   âAh...â
   âItâs my birthday today, I almost forgot... My, where does the time go?â
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   There's not much she can fill the days with here that satisfied her like it used to. A defeat and demise by the hands of one unexpected are enough to leave something carved within even the most unchangeable hearts. And though she tried to deny it, these moments of silent solitude wandering the halls of an abandoned churchweighted on her.
   But it was all she could do in this strange interim of who she used to be and who she might become, busy herself with keeping this place organized and nea--
   â...â A sight for sore eyes to wipe away any and all deep reflections from her mind -- Someone was peeing right into the confessional. It was almost awe-striking, she stares for a moment before clearing her throat.
   â...This is holy property, you know. I think they wouldn't like it if you did that here.â She calls softly. Of course, she didn't know much of Christianity and didn't quite care for upholding it, but the Father would definitely be upset if he saw this.
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âThatâs not a scarf or a piece of jewelry!â
   Tone raising slightly in annoyance, the merchant sighed.
   If she was going to be so adamant about the object, then maybe he could just tell her and she could run off already. This woman was just aggravating him. Come on, just say it. Letâs gets this over with, Rinnosuke thought.
âThat is⌠an item used for⌠sexual release, you see. ⌠I canât understand what a nun such as yourself would want with that, but I have no need for it in my shop. We donât sell items like that here.â
  Silence pools in the interim of conversation. It continues to pour and fill the room, with one participant having finished speaking and the other having yet to pick it back up. Eventually it becomes too much, the shop drowns in silence, yet Kiara continues to hold a soft pensive expression.
  Then, finally,
  âOh...â
  Starting with a simple vowel, Kiara's lips tremble and sink into a flat line. She looks away, fingers rigid, shoulders tense. And to make matters worse, he was angry, wasnât he...
  âO-Oh, my... Oh, dear, my.. Ah. I'm... Is that so?â
  âAnd I brought it out like this to you? Oh, dear... You must believe me to be a filthy woman now.â She appears quite shaken up, honestly, frozen as if unsure how to proceed with bearing such a sin.

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  The nun was intent on continuing her games, it seemed, much to Hakunoâs own chagrin. There was something the nun had uttered prior to her eventual demise in the Moon Cell that had stuck with Hakuno, haunting her. That Kiara believed Hakuno to not be much different from herself.Â
  It wasnât true, it was something sheâd said for the purpose of eating away at her. Thatâs what the NPC believed. Yet, it still ate at the back of her mind.
  Against her better judgment, she crouched down beside satan the nun, her scarf beginning to emit a faint glow as it acted as an emitter for the codecast she was about to use. She gently grasped the nunâs ankle with her right hand as the energy ran through. Were she actually injured, it would have been healed.
  ââŚBetter?â No, she wasnât like Kiara. She wasnât. This woman had succeeded in worming into her head. Hakuno hated it, she wasnât like the nun. She wanted to help people, she didnât perceive herself as self important, she didnât crave the lewdness Kiara so did. But perhaps Kiara had predicted she someday might.
   The undeserved kindness soothes her bones, much more than any healing spell ever could even if her ankle was actually in pain. She watches Hakuno with quiet amber eyes, smile drifting into a nuetral expression overtime.
   It felt good to have Hakuno aiding her, soft fingers against her slim ankle. An expected reaction might be for Kiara to insert a lewd and unprecedented comment, but the chill of a few haunting words stills her wicked tongue.
   âHakuno...â Gently she glances at her own hands, resting upon clothed knee.
   Hakuno was definitely like her - Kiara wanted to believe this, and did so . She too wanted to help people, but the love that pushed her actions was one different than the nun's. She couldn't understand, even when her servant had hammered it into her dying mind, it was hard to grasp. Staring, staring, a small movement of the finger, a million thoughts swimming in the cesspool between her ears...Â
   ...
   Maybe...
   âWill you go on a date with me?â
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âYou⌠You are a follower of God, just as I am! Oh, how I am delighted to meet a sister! Tell me, are you an inquisitor?â
   âHmmm...?â
   âAh... Iâm sorry to disappoint you, I donât think Iâm who youâre seeking for. Very, very sorry.â
â⌠If⌠you want to ask me about the nature of an object, thatâs fine. But I donât quite appreciate people telling me what theyâve âfoundâ in my store when itâs not something from my store, Miss. I donât deal in items of⌠er⌠wellâŚâ
â⌠Of the particular sort of use this item is used for, you see.â
   And yet he was still avoiding actually saying it.
   Tilting her head, Kiara keeps her eyes locked innocently on the now obviously uncomfortable merchant. Yet she is not one to so easily bend, continuing her pure charade of not understanding this at all.
   âI donât understand...âÂ
   âWhat sort of particular use are you talking about? Maybe... Ah,â She smiles as if having discovered it herself, picking the object up and lacing it around her neck like jewelery. âSome kind of scarf from your world, maybe? Hm.â Musing and looking almost proud of herself for figuring it out, Kiaraâs fingers keep themselves entertained while clutching to hold the object in place, bending slowly back and forth to rub the edge of her fingertip across its surface.
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 In her efforts to map out the town, Byakuren had passed many people, all of which she payed no heed to in hopes of figuring out where it was she had wound up. However, the familiar garb of one woman had caught her attention - another woman of faith i this strange place?
  âHello?â
 She called out to the woman, approaching her with a kind smile spread across her face.
  âMy name is Byakuren Hijiri⌠A devout monk of the Buddhist faith.  Could it be you are a woman of faith as well?â
   The smile is returned immediately, warming even further as the stranger offers her title.Â
   âOh...!â
   Hands softly clasping as her head dips just so to the side, gazing at the gradient-haired woman with adoration.
   âYes, I am... There arenât many who have been able to recognize me as such, itâs very refreshing.â
   âMy name is Kiara Sesshouin, it is a pleasure to meet you. Have you been here long? Iâve yet to run into very few others of the Buddhist faith.â
The Valentine stared at the woman coddling the baby bird. Was it really that important?
âWhy do you care? What does saving a creature who has no direct influence on your life do for you?â
    âHave you ever heard of the concept of karma? What you put out will eventually come back your way... Of course, even if it doesnât, I wouldnât mind.â Gazing at the bird with the affection of a God-driven woman, she rises.
   âItâs simply the most natural thing to do.â

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   Once the other took the cone, Morgan beamed up at the woman and smiled, although when asked if they had met before, it would be a minute or two as he squinted at her a bit, trying to remember who she was. Quickly perking up, heâd nod his head.Â
â Oh! Yes, I remember it clearly now! Youâre Ms. Kiara! I wouldnât forget robes like that on anyone! Itâs been quite some time since weâve last talked hasnât it? How peculiar weâd meet up at such an event after so long! I hope the days have been treating you well? âÂ
   Kiaraâs positively tickled when he remembers, beaming as if grateful he had recognized her.
   âOh! Iâm so happy that you do...â
   Shifting the ice cream cone in her hand she gazes at the boy. Such kindness reflected in his face, ah, he was too cute! âYes, I have been just fine, thank you... Oh, but thereâs no need to speak of me, Iâm curious: How have you been?â
âş ââ Either Junko was getting rusty at this whole âspotting impure peopleâ gig or this nun was trying to pull the wool over her eyes. Considering Junko had the utmost confidence in her abilities, however, she was quick to assume the latter considering she didnât seem too quick to try and move away after the arm had been thrown around her. Had this nun truly been against it, she would have at least shied away physically. That was human nature.
âThe fuck do you think I mean?â One arm still around the womanâs shoulders. the other hand slid down to poke into her skirt, feeling soft thigh. They were in public, of course, but Junko didnât even seem to bat an eyelash. She gave zero fucks about anything. âThat help at all?â
   Kiara wasnât as clueless as she liked to pretend to be. Even if Junko hadnât intended anything at all she would have warped her words into something primitive, already indulging in glances over the stretches of exposed skin the other girl showed off so proudly.
   But she liked the occasional game of cat and mouse, she liked to be sought-after and teased like she was something truly special.
   âAh--â
   Inhaling suddenly at the girlâs touch, Kiara feels her face flush warm, not making any attempt to resist.
   âGirls especially should have a little more humility... I-In public, too... donât you feel any shame?â
âUghâŚâ
Something about this woman disturbed him though. But he shook the feeling away for later.Â
âNo reasonâŚâ
   âGood. Then, I think I will stay this way, is that alright?â Still smiling, standing.......
   ...
   âO-OhâŚ. I didnât realize how late it was! I think    I should be OK with wandering around at night.    AlthoughâŚâ
   âThe first sector always tends to confuse me a little,    with the change of building locations, so I am a little    lost.â
   How funny, in the low-light of a glowing moon the girlâs posture and voice might lead the nunâs thoughts somewhere familiar. But Kiara is not jarred by such things that easily.
   âItâs easy to get lost in this part... To be quiet honest, Iâm not that sure of where I am either. Maybe we could work together?â
   âWhere are you trying to go, now?â
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  Her compliment tears his attention away from his hands and back to her.
  âOh⌠uh⌠ya think Iâm cute, missâŚ?â
  A blush passes through his face, and he canât really help it, câmon. Â
  âThat means a lot cominâ from such an awfully pretty lady, hehâŚâ
   A hand rises to cup her cheek, leaning into her palm with an expression of mixed happiness and surprise. As if sheâd never heard those words before.
   âOh!... Cute and sweet. â
   âHee hee, I could just eat you up...â

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Yamashinaâs face fell pale. His eyes ran across the floor desperately looking for trace of the key. No, nothing. He couldnât spot a glint of it. Features straining he shot a glare at the nun.
â What the hell is your problem exactly?! â
â Donât you dare to tell me that was an accident!! You donât handcuff anyone by accident!! â
   He was yelling... She deserved that, though. Kiara can only hang her head in repentance, accepting all of his rage and confusion.
   â...It canât be helped, I didnât expect it to go this way â .
   She gives a vague answer and looks around the room with languid eyes. âI thought an Officer of the Law would know more about freeing himself from his own handcuffs, however... Ah, itâs fine. Weâll search for the key together, how about that? Two heads are better than one.âÂ
  âLook, as much as Iâd like to help out yer big uh⌠social experiment? I donât see whatcha gotta experiment for. Iâm plenty social! I gotta lotta friends at school! What kinda experiment doesnât even have li'l frogs you cut into, or those beakers that have stuff that looks like kool-aid in âem? âsides, I gotta be home by dinner tonight, or my dadâs gonna get real sore anâ ground me if he finds out, anâ trust me, he willâŚâ
  ââŚÂ ânyways, thereâs all these new people I hafta greet, anâ I gotta shake all their hands, âcause if I donât Iâll be rude, anâ Iâve only got..â Pauses. Looks down. ââŚ. two hands!? How can I greet all of these people with only two hands!? Jesus!âŚ. anâ⌠youâve stopped listeninâ to me havenât ya?â
   â Oh no, please go on... â No, actually, sheâs kind of half-stopped so youâre half-right, right?Â
   â...Youâre very cute, you know.â