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[attr="class","actualcanniball"] [attr="class","beartrapp"]  PROPER [attr="class","quietquiett"]"This does strike me as a waste of time. Of what importance are my affiliations? I'm good companions with Amy Faye, I don't think this should come as a surprise to anyone, we've known each other for a good while now. Y- Yes, even before she became the D- Demon Council member. I'd do well to mention that I have a strong working relationship with the Council angels as well, o- of course. As for my enemies, they can go to hell. Or somewhere that isn't Pavane, I- I suppose."
"I do think I've been rather lenient, answering your questions up until now. But asking into my romantic forays, that's rather, I mean. It's not so horrible to be asked after h- here and there, but sharing such information is rather uncouth. I must depart now, for I have a great deal of nothing scheduled for myself at Takuto's behest." LAIKA OF GS [newclass=.beartrapp] margin-top: 0px; transition: all 1s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.actualcanniball:hover .beartrapp] margin-top: -310px; transition: all .3s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.quietquiett::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 6px; background: #A49D9D;[/newclass][newclass=.quietquiett::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]width: 6px; background: #6D5A5A; [/newclass] [break] [attr="class","actualcanniball"] [attr="class","beartrapp"]  SHARP [attr="class","quietquiett"]"Yeah, of course. Maware, salt-of-the-earth guy. Yeah, other vampires. Like my sister, you mean? She's very important to me, yeah. Why wouldn't we be friends? What do I think? I think that... you're asking a lot of questions that I don't... wanna answer. I'll talk about Aria, but not to you. Ankokkus? ████ 'em. No, no, don't put that. I see 'em around enough to tell you not to put that. Okay, we're done. I'm not putting up with you asking me about relationship relationships." Victor smirks with a hint of menace about him.
"You find someone who wants to talk to me, you send 'em to me. Don't come here and talk for them, I don't need that. And I certainly don't want it. Just don't come expecting me to fall all over you, 'cause that's not what you're gonna get. I got work to do. I hope you're breaking up these quotes for your article, or it'll look like I'm just going 'blah, blah, blah', without stopping." LAIKA OF GS [newclass=.beartrapp] margin-top: 0px; transition: all 1s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.actualcanniball:hover .beartrapp] margin-top: -310px; transition: all .3s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.quietquiett::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 6px; background: #A49D9D;[/newclass][newclass=.quietquiett::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]width: 6px; background: #6D5A5A; [/newclass] [break] [attr="class","actualcanniball"] [attr="class","beartrapp"]  HAZARDOUS [attr="class","quietquiett"]███████████████████████████Remaining/current familial relations unknown and are not within existing records.████████████████████Speculated to have a broad, unassuming web of friends around Pavane.██████ Likely just gambling buddies.████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████Seems to harbour a disdain towards the Council, as well as other upper-class races. This disdain has not been publicly verified, however.██████████████████████████Does not appear quick to trust, based on past actions and present behaviours.███████████████Seen interacting with a young demon boy in the Town Center.█████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████ We have yet to successfully identify her significant other. LAIKA OF GS [newclass=.beartrapp] margin-top: 0px; transition: all 1s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.actualcanniball:hover .beartrapp] margin-top: -310px; transition: all .3s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.quietquiett::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 6px; background: #A49D9D;[/newclass][newclass=.quietquiett::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]width: 6px; background: #6D5A5A; [/newclass] [break] [attr="class","actualcanniball"] [attr="class","beartrapp"]  FIXATED [attr="class","quietquiett"]EXT. PORCH STEP OVERLOOKING A CLIFF, TRIA MANSIONS ANGEL:
And you're sure she was here, and that it was her?
VAMPIRE:
Completely. She had the, the purple star in her hair, like the poster displayed, and nightshade berries, too.
ANGEL:
Who did you see with her?
VAMPIRE:
A vampire, I wasn't able to recognize neither her name or face so I imagine she was of very low ranking.
ANGEL:
(murmured) Ah, that's right, your kind have rankings. As if it needed any clarification.
VAMPIRE:
I beg your pardon? You spoke rather quietly.
ANGEL:
I only meant to comment that... her list of past associates, a list that grows quite regularly with new discoveries, consists of names from all across Pavane. It would seem however that she only appears for certain clients, usually lower-ranked vampires, as you described. I'm sure it's easily attributed to higher-status clients being more discrete, but it is interesting, isn't it?
VAMPIRE:
I suppose one could say that. I would really just prefer she be apprehended, dealt with.
ANGEL:
Say, how is it that you knew she had nightshade berries and not, let's assume, cherries of a dark hue? The poster only described candies or small fruits. INT. RECORDS ROOM, CITY COUNCIL BUILDING ANGEL:
No, I don't think any of her clients know nor do I think she's particularly attached to any of them. Of course, they are likely to be the persons closest to her, that entails vampires, ghouls. Vampire halflings perhaps. The obvious, really. What I think? Angels, demons, high-rank vampires. Watch out for any of them exhibiting odd behaviors. Naturally, they would want to protect their source. Like flies to rotten flesh. Outside of, well, us, I doubt she really has many enemies. Do I look like I would know her relationship history? Pah, even if I did, it would be of no use to me. A creature like her, relationships are simply supply and demand chains, is what I am led to believe. If she still maintains a relationship with her sister, then perhaps that is the sole exception. Worth noting as well is how, for most elves I'm aware of, the lot of them lose some part of themselves when their magicks are overextended. I do ponder if such is the same for her, however.
ARCHIVIST:
Thank you for your information, Miss Hanyang. LAIKA OF GS [newclass=.beartrapp] margin-top: 0px; transition: all 1s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.actualcanniball:hover .beartrapp] margin-top: -310px; transition: all .3s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.quietquiett::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 6px; background: #A49D9D;[/newclass][newclass=.quietquiett::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]width: 6px; background: #6D5A5A; [/newclass] [break] [attr="class","actualcanniball"] [attr="class","beartrapp"]  EXTINCT [attr="class","quietquiett"]Whilst the field archivist was listening in on commoners' drunken ramblings round Lower Pavane, documenting away every mention of the half-breed Tze-keung, they continued their tall tales, continued on about how Tze-keung would protect each of his comrades as if they were his own brothers; yet none were able to located neither presently nor in the Council's oldest records much like Tze-keung himself. Noting specially how the folklore had morphed over the years, with Kwai's enemies in combat changing from the angels to the demons to the vampires or the three combined based on the whim of the speaker, the warrior's heralded dislike for the denizens of Upper Pavane reported for danger classification. But myths are myths; constantly adapted to suit the desires of the storyteller. Consistently is there a lack of information regarding the more recent endeavours in Kwai's long life, with the exception of rumors concerning mentoring mercenaries, including one Ruya Praeri. When sightings are reported and witnesses interrogated, his disposition reportedly is polite; he rarely stays long, always before a conversation can truly begin. The surrounding circumstantial knowledge occurs to the archivists as deep sorrow hammered by time into a returning warrior's reservation. Somewhere in this city roamed a half-breed warlock centuries out of time, with no one able to properly remember him alive today. LAIKA OF GS [newclass=.beartrapp] margin-top: 0px; transition: all 1s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.actualcanniball:hover .beartrapp] margin-top: -310px; transition: all .3s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.quietquiett::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 6px; background: #A49D9D;[/newclass][newclass=.quietquiett::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]width: 6px; background: #6D5A5A; [/newclass] [break] [attr="class","actualcanniball"] [attr="class","beartrapp"]  LEUKOCYTE [attr="class","quietquiett"]The file presented, jewel of the Council's records:
Hanyang has acquired a large network of those who owe her and a much smaller one of those she owes.
Her minor debt to Arciea has been taken care of, in letting her take the faerie with her.
Professional relationships with the majority of Council members. Firefly holds some kind of disdain for her, a showcase of the adviser's hypocritical and uninformed rationale.
No further information has been uncovered or inferred as of yet. There is the slinking suspicion raised by Advisor Firefly that Hanyang keeps information from the Council at times, intending on using such information for her own gains exclusively. LAIKA OF GS [newclass=.beartrapp] margin-top: 0px; transition: all 1s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.actualcanniball:hover .beartrapp] margin-top: -310px; transition: all .3s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.quietquiett::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 6px; background: #A49D9D;[/newclass][newclass=.quietquiett::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]width: 6px; background: #6D5A5A; [/newclass] [break] [attr="class","actualcanniball"] [attr="class","beartrapp"]  RECONDITE [attr="class","quietquiett"]Duncan greets all patrons of the Deoclepia Library, perhaps not with a smile but she does mean well. After all, their donations, on top of Council funding, are what keep the place running. To the patrons she likes, she'll sometimes overlook an overdue fee, as she can be prone to them herself, or help them check out a sought-after or even secret book. To those who have earned her displeasure, good look finding any copy of the Pavane Review-Journal dated from this century. Duncan is no stranger to high-profile events, as her presence at them helps build and maintain relations with wealthy donor families. There is a sardonic gleam in her eye when in attendance of events she'll consider frivolous under her breath. Couldn't they just be at home reading, she wonders.[break][break]While you're not likely to hear why, much of her life up until now had been spent studying to take up the reins of the Deoclepia Library, meaning she had little time to socialize with others, let alone form lasting relationships. Sometimes more content to speak to you with an open book obscuring her face, it is important to remember that she isn't shy or embarrassed, she's probably studying you, taking notes or collecting references all the while. Unless you're prepared and sure of yourself, it is more than advisable to not speak lowly of any literature she has on her person. In addition to being well-versed in argumentation, a decent portion of stress she carries away from her work can easily manifest in the defense of her current favorite book.[break][break]Barring being crass, uncouth, or downright malevolent towards other patrons of the Library, you would have to try hard in order to anger Duncan. This is not to say that being entered into her mental list of annoyances is difficult, as it grows on a semi-daily basis but she is slow to anger, for the health and safety of patrons themselves. With regards to overdue fees or stolen books, she selectively shows no mercy. Duncan also dislikes when people order food that is traditionally very spicy and request that it not be so. LAIKA OF GS [newclass=.beartrapp] margin-top: 0px; transition: all 1s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.actualcanniball:hover .beartrapp] margin-top: -310px; transition: all .3s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.quietquiett::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 6px; background: #A49D9D;[/newclass][newclass=.quietquiett::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]width: 6px; background: #6D5A5A; [/newclass] [break] [attr="class","actualcanniball"] [attr="class","beartrapp"]  QUIXOTIC [attr="class","quietquiett"]Her train of thought derailed as her eyes started to get misty. Then you looked away out of respect, and before one could blink her smile radiant overwrote the melancholy previously looming over the conversation. She spoke of friends, and a lack of 'enemies', but they were all little memories from her earliest childhood as if she'd just returned from a playdate at the park. Her recollection, with hardly a name or date missed, halted suddenly with the arrival of adolescence, but then came the leap to a very short summary of her present day so quick it was as if Klavdiya went to bed and awoke an adult. She flushed red and, blinking rapidly as if your question regarding any history of lovers were a blindingly bright flash in a pan, stammered, drifting her eyes out of contact with yours. Then she cleared her throat, but without a single improper syllable spoke in a downsized version of her usual optimistic voice:
"Haven't ever really given it any thought, you know, but it seems like a nice thing!"
"It's rather warming, I think," added Klavdiya hesitantly, as she tugged at her scarf slightly, exhaling shakily with visible puffs of chilled breath. The long-past memories you bore witness to indicated a near total lack of recent social relationships — she hid it poorly, while shuffling around in place.
"Miss Joseon has had no enemies or lovers," you review with disbelief. "Miss Joseon lacks friends as well. Perhaps this is related to her reclusiveness, following the grisly slaying of he-." You stop yourself, noticing the shivering she has begun to exhibit. You're certain you'd not said any of that aloud. This becomes a footnote beneath the name 'Arciea Paenar - Friend?'. LAIKA OF GS [newclass=.beartrapp] margin-top: 0px; transition: all 1s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.actualcanniball:hover .beartrapp] margin-top: -310px; transition: all .3s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.quietquiett::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 6px; background: #A49D9D;[/newclass][newclass=.quietquiett::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]width: 6px; background: #6D5A5A; [/newclass] [break] [attr="class","actualcanniball"] [attr="class","beartrapp"]  INCENDIARY [attr="class","quietquiett"]"You'll have to excuse my lack of an introduction," she started, restricting in saying so a section of her life's story from those who would benefit to know such information, "but know I have lost, I have bled, I have immolated that which is necessary for the people. Those who would quickly enjoin me to refer to them as friend may find themselves disappointed as no graces or clemency are extended to those who seize upon our advance for their own gain. Note however those who would remain true shall be rewarded with a loyalty all the same—for you have bled as I have. This struggle of ours is not without end, no—an end—visible to us and all too visible to our foe—exists. It exists. And I feel a great pride within my being to be able to lead even one of you closer to it.
"The upper echelons of Pavane, as you know, tremble secretly for fear of all their machinations, structures, generations—the defining traits of an oppressor—disappearing, and no angel can convince me their existence lends itself not to the preservation of such traits, let alone the existence of demons and vampires, as if my aims ended with the placation of their fears or some mere peacebuilding. I had disseminated flame magick for so long individually, but even I found myself susceptible at least slightly to prying bouts of loneliness. Then I decided upon organising proper—I should believe it to be no small feat. But going it alone would simply be delaying defeat. And I shall not fall until their power has burnt away in their very hands. LAIKA OF GS [newclass=.beartrapp] margin-top: 0px; transition: all 1s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.actualcanniball:hover .beartrapp] margin-top: -310px; transition: all .3s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.quietquiett::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 6px; background: #A49D9D;[/newclass][newclass=.quietquiett::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]width: 6px; background: #6D5A5A; [/newclass] [break] [attr="class","actualcanniball"] [attr="class","beartrapp"]  VOLATILE [attr="class","quietquiett"]Nox's friends from before her prison term have all but abandoned her, leaving her in a fresh Pavane, looking for companions in mischief and innovation. She, of course, remembers her prisonmates fondly, paying them little visits whenever no one's looking. [break][break] Likewise, she finds herself again on the relationship open sea, longing to connect with someone new. Her past is speckled with casual run-ins and dates, but a century of lockup tends to make one wish for something more substantial. You'll not ever hear that from her directly, though. She's had some run-ins with a certain Ren Bar employee recently. [break][break] Unlike most people who serve life (or death) sentences, the people she's after have lifespans many times longer than any sentence she could have received. All she's got to do is bide the time she's got, for now. Sooner or later, someone will uncover just who she was after. Maybe even unseal her file, what she did to get locked up in the first place. Of course, her first and foremost frenenemy on the outside is her parole officer. LAIKA OF GS [newclass=.beartrapp] margin-top: 0px; transition: all 1s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.actualcanniball:hover .beartrapp] margin-top: -310px; transition: all .3s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.quietquiett::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 6px; background: #A49D9D;[/newclass][newclass=.quietquiett::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]width: 6px; background: #6D5A5A; [/newclass] [break] [attr="class","actualcanniball"] [attr="class","beartrapp"]  RESTLESS [attr="class","quietquiett"]"Yeah, you could say I go out a lot. Like to live dangerously? What can you even say you do if you don't. That's rhetorical."[break][break]"I stay active, I exercise. Sometimes I get injured, so I go and get medical help. Same as anyone else. My age? How old do you think I am? You think there's some kind of link here? Some kind of pattern for you to publish? Nah, nope, get out with that. I do this for me."[break][break]"Friends? If I had time for 'em, sure. It wouldn't make sense for me to try and make friends if I'm busy all the time, would it? That'd be ridiculous. I'm busy all the time, I can't catch a break, go do this, go here, go there. Every waking hour with her, damn! Actually, you didn't hear that."[break][break]"You're really going to talk about love? We're talking love? When I just finished talking about how friendships don't fit a schedule, you're gonna talk about love? No, it's not a matter of interest! Like, it's like-- Whatever, write whatever you want. You don't get it. Do I want a special someone? Hell yeah, why not. Who doesn't? Ask me how I know you don't get what I've been saying. What about Ruka? She's a friend. I've known her for a time. She's a handful, sure. Oh, come on."[break][break]"Oh, I absolutely hate Upper Pavane. You know what their 'normal' is, don't you? It's our hell, our daily hell sustains their 'normal'! Doesn't that make you wanna step on their goddessdamned neck? But it's more about what I can get out of life too, you know. If there wasn't any rush, I- I probably would just live like anyone else, keep my head down, you know? Doesn't have to be Upper Pavane, like anyone can be an ass to anyone. Someone has to come and fix that. Some nights it's me, is all I'll say. Stop writing that!" LAIKA OF GS [newclass=.beartrapp] margin-top: 0px; transition: all 1s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.actualcanniball:hover .beartrapp] margin-top: -310px; transition: all .3s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.quietquiett::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 6px; background: #A49D9D;[/newclass][newclass=.quietquiett::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]width: 6px; background: #6D5A5A; [/newclass] [break] [attr="class","actualcanniball"] [attr="class","beartrapp"]  UNBOUND [attr="class","quietquiett"]? ? ? ? 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