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[ZeTardis]

|Kana|Nymph|Tagged-Brogan|

She threw away her drink and followed him."We're going?"She asked the werewolf.She looked around trying to find what was making him jumpy.Then she sensed a strange person.They seemed supernatural but something was off.She hurried to keep up with him."Why did we leave the cafe??"the nymph asked him.'This has been a totally weird day,'she thought.

[Legendary TrashCan]

AUMI Chezk
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x.xxAᵍᵉ :: 18 years
xx.xGᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Female
xx.xSᵖᵉᶜᶤᵉˢ :: Demon
x.xxMᵒᵒᵈ :: Uneasy
x.xxLᵒᶜᵃᵗᶤᵒᶰ :: Cafe
x.xxTᵃᵍˢ :: Litost
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""Oh dear, what could it be?" Aumi added an edge to her voice as she searched Litost's face so see if they betrayed any emotion. The young demon had shell that she did her best not to betray, weakness could kill her but thats not their problem right now. Aumi settled her cold eyes on the door, she knew their conversation should avoid anything supernatural to avoid drawing attention. The demon felt some unease with Litost but it was interesting that they made her nervous...or it was the hunter. "

[Legendary TrashCan]

AUMI Chezk
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╔xxxxxxxxxxxxx.xxx╗
x.xxAᵍᵉ :: 18 years
xx.xGᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Female
xx.xSᵖᵉᶜᶤᵉˢ :: Demon
x.xxMᵒᵒᵈ :: intrested
x.xxLᵒᶜᵃᵗᶤᵒᶰ :: Cafe
x.xxTᵃᵍˢ :: Litost
╚xxxxxxx.xxxxxxxxx╝

"The demon gave a small nod "Sounds vaguely familiar" the demon's brows drew together as she thought. Aumi glanced at the night sky then back at Litost "Anyways continue...i'll figure it out" She then crossed her legs up on the seat and looked at Litost with interest. "

Repost

Idk if you saw this

[Politics]

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・Age// looks to be 15-17
・Tags// Aumi
・Location// Café
・Mood// Faux bitterness/Grumpy
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{A a consulting detective, I've been hired to take a look. And...from what I can tell of the circumstances...its that man again./} The comment ended in a bitter note, their gaze becoming less patient, and almost hateful to the person they spoke of. It was funny to hear yourself speak of hatred of a murderer, especially when they're you. Must be an oddly common thing for Litost. Not nearly as bad as his years as Vintonie, but that mattered not. They looked to the side, falsely passionate hatred mirrored in their eyes. They took a sip of their steaming hot tea, as their face gave way to a genuinely annoyed display of a furrowed brow and an agitated stare. He was to put on the facade of a consulting detective with a checkered past, harboring an immense distaste to a phycopathic genius who seems to have caused said detective a great deal of suffering. Now thats what you call a one-man play. Someone has to be both very intelligent and immensely eccentric in order to pull off a feat. Luckily, Litost fit that description like a custom-tailored suit.

【@Legendary | I responded to that on the last page, I believe (^ ^】

[Legendary TrashCan]

AUMI Chezk
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╔xxxxxxxxxxxxx.xxx╗
x.xxAᵍᵉ :: 18 years
xx.xGᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Female
xx.xSᵖᵉᶜᶤᵉˢ :: Demon
x.xxMᵒᵒᵈ :: Uneasy
x.xxLᵒᶜᵃᵗᶤᵒᶰ :: Cafe
x.xxTᵃᵍˢ :: Litost
╚xxxxxxx.xxxxxxxxx╝

""Hm?" The girl noticed the demon completely changed their attitude "Didnt the police catch him already?" the girls unease grew as they continued talking about murders her face didnt give away her unease but her eyes did. Aumi knew Litost was on about himself and she hugged her knees... act normal. "

Sorry I meant to quote one of my other characters

[w0ah]

-- ｃｏｒａ ｅｌｉｚａｂｅｔｈ ｙｏｕｎｇ --
-- ｓｉｘｔｅｅｎ - ｓｉｒｅｎ - ｔａｇｓ~ - ｃｌｏｔｈｉｎｇ； when dressed --

Closing the door behind me, I shuffled through the hall and towards the kitchen. On the island, there laid a small note. Mother was just reminding me that she was out at work. I had once again refused to go to school here, so I had nothing going on this day. A small sigh escaped my lips as I opened a cabinet and lazily searched for a box of cereal. My fingertips brushed the box, and I grabbed it, dropping it onto the island. Getting a bowl, spoon and a gallon of milk, I had finally made the most difficult breakfast ever. Ha ha ha. Note the sarcasm. With the bowl in my hand, I walked back to my room, only to go back into the mess I had created. I decided to put off breakfast for while and work on the mess. First the books. I picked up each one and placed them back in their designated spot. Next, my desk. I stacked the letters and shoved them into a drawer and taking the sodas and dumping them in the recycling bin in the kitchen. And lastly, the clothes. I went around my room and picked up each and every piece of clothing that was scattered around my room. I then dumped them in the laundry basket. "I'll do a load later.." I mumbled to myself, picking up my bowl again. While finishing breakfast, I had decided to take a stroll around the town. Take a stop at the cafe and look around some of the privately owned shops. When finished, I dashed to get dressed and ready, not willing to wast anymore time of this beautiful day. And with one last look in the house, I stepped out the door.

[Politics]

♢Ｌｉｔｏｓｔ♤
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・Age// looks to be 15-17
・Tags// Aumi
・Location// Café
・Mood// Faux agitation
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{Not me, silly. I'm talking about Sir Décès. That supposed fallen angel whose never once been caught. They've never even been seen.. Their business card is left lodged in the skull of each of their victims. They're said to be next in line from Osbourne Ulysees. Both are famous. Infamous, even. I've been swiveling around in my desk chair for hours trying to even come up with a lead on his simplest of cases. 472 casualties, so far. All over the news./} They sounded totally honest about the 'not me' part. Everything else was true. Still, lying, of which was one of Litost's strong points, came easy. Their irritable stare flitted from 'I'll kill Décès' to 'I wonder what color his blood is.', both of which were thoughts someone could only have towards an arch-nemesis. It was like something out of a movie, but felt too real. Quite interesting to watch.

[krazykitty00]

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Tyler kept gaze out the window, getting lost in ongoing traffic. He tried to block out whatever conversation the two demons were having. As the people walked past, he got into the habit of pointing out what species each one was. It made shiver seeing how the population of supernaturals seemed to triple in this place over the course of the two months he and Taylor hadn't been here.

Werewolf, Nymph, Vampire, Werewolf, Human, Human, Witch, Disappearances, Lobizón, Vampire, wait what? The word had somehow drifted into Tyler's mind and he turned his head towards the demons in front. What's this about disappearances? He wondered, narrowing his slightly as he listened. "..a whole lot of people who are s-suddenly vanishing... It's rather scary to think about..." He heard one say. He wondered why they, a demon, sounded so scared of the idea. For all Tyler knew, they could be the very one causing said vanishing acts. "Oh dear, what could it be?" The other replied. Tyler bit his lip for a moment, turning his gaze out the window once more. He was starting to get curious. It sounded like something he, as a hunter, should look into. His attention turned as the waitress brought him his crêpe. He smiled at her and said a quick thank you before biting into the sweet dessert before tuning back into top he demons. "...from what I can tell of the circumstances...it's that man again." Tyler was a bit surprised by the amount of spite in the demon's tone. He saw the hatred in their eyes and deducted that the demon was probably not the one behind it all. Bit what pf the other one? The idea that demons are sly creatures didn't once cross his mind for he went back to focusing on eating, by order of his stomach of course.

[Legendary TrashCan]

AUMI Chezk
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╔xxxxxxxxxxxxx.xxx╗
x.xxAᵍᵉ :: 18 years
xx.xGᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Female
xx.xSᵖᵉᶜᶤᵉˢ :: Demon
x.xxMᵒᵒᵈ :: Uneasy
x.xxLᵒᶜᵃᵗᶤᵒᶰ :: Cafe
x.xxTᵃᵍˢ :: Litost
╚xxxxxxx.xxxxxxxxx╝

""Well that seems quite dreadful" sarcasm was obvious in the demon's voice and she gave a cold smile but it soon dissipated into a frown "Their poor families".Aumi craked her knuckles out of habit as she listened to Litost with intrest "Any leads you've gotten close too" The girls eyes were cold since she knew the hunter was listening and she could sense something from him. "

[Politics]

♢Ｌｉｔｏｓｔ♤
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・Age// looks to be 15-17
・Tags// Aumi
・Location// Café
・Mood// Faux agitation/Fear
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{Fifty-fifty on one. But... There's also a fifty-fifty chance my entire team could be murdered in the process of trying to further the lead. I don't know if I could take the risk of not. There's a preticular...slyness to it. You know about the Angel of Death. The fallen angel who became the one burdened with humanity's sins. The scapegoat. Osborne was the last to bear the title. And they reincarnated in secrecy. But these two share a few too many traits. Even similar styles of killing. It's truly just a small-world. But that's a fifty-fifty. Any our survival is a fifty-fifty. In the event my team of elites—some of the best in the world—are slaughtered, New Orleans might aswell kiss it's safety goodbye. Décès is a person without any moral compass. Or sanity, for that manner. And without sanity, they can further their intellect. Civil encompassment also quells our intellectual capabilities... But what they do is beyond unspeakable(haha get it because we've never heard them speak)./} Their speech was a blurred mix of bitterness and an ever-so-slight sense of fear. Fear, on such a composed man, sounded alien and strange.