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[Starbaby]

(( -Waiting so I can write for both characters together-
Okay then. I'll remove both your names. If either of you find time or inspiration, you can re-join. Your forms are still here. :T ))

[Tianuki]

((I know I am not in this Rp... yet, but sorry to hear you guys leave. I'm joining soon. Hehe... always saying soon but I'm a lazy person so probably won't join for a while yet. I hope you guys come back before or after I have joined. It's always nice to have a nice big happy RP family. Sora- Joining soon, very soon I hope. =P))

[Iilyda]

{Well, I'm not exactly sure how to get my charrie Laqueta involved with the plot... does anybody else have a lonely charrie at present?}

[belle.]

((I have Elle. . . Nothing to do with her, What's Laqueta. . . ?))

[Iilyda]

{A Key Bearer, living with her demon in an abandoned apartment complex in a part of Windark city I've nicknamed the Tombs - which really is only a large section of buildings that have completely broken down and been abandoned, where homeless people roam. Elle just came in on the train, right? How might Elle get to Laqueta or Laqueta get to Elle? This is Laqueta's last post, just to sum up:}

Laqueta Myra Stillman

~Servatis a periculum~
::Fallen angels at my feet
Whispered voices at my ear
Death before my eyes
Lying next to me I fear::

Laqueta was aware of Whisper carrying on, ranting about her disloyalty, her incompetence. She just tuned her out. It wasn' worth listening to.

Instead, letting the demoness trail after her, Laqueta moved away from the crumbled concrete window she had been staring over, making her way further back into her squat. This part of Windark was nicknamed the Tombs for a reason. It was a graveyard of old buildings, ancient establishments long ago allowed to fall into ruin. She'd been haunting this section of the city for years now. By now, Laqueta had found herself a permanent place to squat, and no other homeless persons came to claim it. Not even when she was away. Laqueta had built herself a nest in this abandoned apartment complex, and she wasn't prepared to leave.

The room she occupied was grey, cold, dingy. There was a bed of mottled blankets laying in one corner, a cardboard box of toiletries, cosmetics, and an extra change of clothes wedged in beside it. A fire pit, in the center of the floor, where a great depression had by some means been bashed in, and a greasy pan which sat cold in its heart. Otherwise, Laqueta had adorned her home with little treasures. Like a magpie, she adored the collecting of little things. Especially shiny things. Silver coins, glass bottles, paper clips, bits of quartz or even smooth rocks all littered her living space, scattered in what appeared to be quite a random order. But Laqueta knew their places. She took comfort in picking each one up and placing it back down as she ambled to her cot. Whisper followed not far behind, still raving.

Laqueta knelt in front of her cardboard box, bent and soft with mildew, and thrust her arms in elbow-deep. When they emerged, she brought out a small and polished wooden box, placing it on the floor in front of her knees. She ran her fingers over the dark glossy surface of it, wiping at a speck of dirt with the corner of her sleeve, before opening the lid.

As it lifted, a small figure rose out of the box until it was standing perpendicular, and then began to turn. It was a Spanish dancer, with a broad skirt of scarlet red and a ruffled blouse, her arms held out on either side. The head was missing. But as the figurine spun round, a mechanical tune emerged, filling up the empty space of Laqueta's Tombs squat. And as she listened to the familiar but grieving lullaby, she found herself mouthing along:

"Duérmete mi niño, duérmete mi amor
Duérmete pedazo de mi corazón,
que tengo que hacer,
lavar tus pañales sentarme a coser
Ese niño quiere que lo duerma yo,
dormir en mis brazos y en mi corazón."

::She beckons me
Shall I give in
Upon my end shall I begin
Forsaking all I've fallen for
I rise to meet the end::
~Servatis a maleficum~

Here's one version of Laqueta's lullabye: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_0U5wxcyJug}

[belle.]

((Yeh, she just came in on a train. . . We could have Elle find Laqueta's Demon (Because she's a hunter). . .))

[Shiko Hayashi]

(( Lol Poor Black is all alone in an alley way, having just taken his *coughinsaintycough* pills. ))

[Iilyda]

((Yeh, she just came in on a train. . . We could have Elle find Laqueta's Demon (Because she's a hunter). . .))

{Okie dokes. ^^ That works out fine for me.}

[Solanum]

(( Thomas is in the basement on the exterior of a house in that same area. So if that's easier, he could be of use. e is a key bearer. ))

[Ylva Rane]

Gaenor laughed as he watched the rubble fall and Obelisk leap to where the demon knew his bearer was. ‘You run! Typical!’ This pathetic strategy was nothing to him. After all, he wasn’t called an apparition for nothing. As the debris came tumbling down, closer until it seemed Gaenor would be crushed, the demon’s black body dissipated like smoke, and everything went straight through him. The wisps (his body) drifted in the breeze and followed Obelisk, taking its time to connect again. This could be fun, watching his bearer abused.

Yukino had the strangest, yet familiar feeling that Gaenor was just going to sit back for a bit. He enjoyed watching her battles, and as this was the first with an actual demon, it must be thrilling for him. It was so annoying to have a partner with literally no shred of responsibility in his ever-changing body. This was not the time to be annoyed, however, with the demon called Obelisk hurtling towards her. After she survived this, she might consider uselessly scolding Gaenor.

The only thing Yukino could at the moment was run; run as fast and as long as the demon powers allowed her. How long that would last she didn’t know. Obelisk, after all, was a full demon, and she was a human with a contract. Hopefully this would delay the inevitable until she thought of a plan. Evaporating, like Gaenor did, was not exactly the best choice. She would be trapped, and as easy as it is putting herself back together again, it was constricting. Only she knew Gaenor’s weakness, now her weakness. The weakness he kept from all other beings. A weakness so ridiculous she couldn’t believe it, but everything had a weakness, and at least his made sense.

Yukino dodged the impending doom written across Obelisk’s claw and dripping in his words as he called her, her heart beating faster as a rush of adrenaline pushed at her viens. To the side, and as the demon tore apart where she was previously, she landed behind him and jumped to the next roof in the matter of a second. Her body continued its furious running while her mind worked overtime thinking of an ability of Gaenor’s, any ability, that would help her right now.