[attr=class,herkiss]The young devil hides her true face.
[attr=class,arabella]Amy Faye
[attr=class,passengerside] Amy inhaled, smelling the familiar scent of flowers at Pavane Park as a wave of comfort overtook her body. It had been some time now since she had even seen the outdoors. She would often come her during the hours of the night to avoid traffic, but on this particular day, no one dared step foot outside unless absolutely necessary. Therefore, she had managed to secure the park to herself at sunset. It was honestly much more beautiful here at such an hour. She had called Sherman to come as well recalling it had been some time since they had last gotten the chance to speak with one another as friends. Months? Years, even? It was unclear to her at this point. This time had been particularly busy of her as the goals she had been working towards for millennia began to felt closer to realization than ever. Just one more day and the Ghoul Purge will be done...
Lost in thought, she had not even registered the presence of her friend Sherman who had shown up after all. "Oh, Fly. H-hello," he stuttered wondering how she could have been so careless. "I'm glad to see you came after all. How are you doing?"
The schedule had afforded Sherman a trek through what remained of Pavane's lower alleyways. Hanyang had badgered the Council to follow this action with a street cleaning initiative, the results of which, for some unknowable reason, sunk Sherman's heart towards her stomach. Ascending the cobblestone stairs towards the park, she stopped to adjust the collar of her overcoat. It was, simply put, too fluffed up for her to be taken seriously with it on. One would have a difficult time dissuading her from wearing it on special occasions, however. Her attachment to it, aside from spanning the years since she received it, was stronger than a fear of looking cute on accident.
She blinked and felt the phantom sensation of a pen in her hand, and a decree in front of her.
Amy called to her, reeling Sherman back to the entrance of Pavane Park. Did she stammer? Sherman feigned fastening her overcoat to rest a hand over her heart. "Amy, apologies for being on time, I'd hoped to be fashionably in the nick of time." she joked.
Paperwork had fluttered off her desk when Sherman, having received Amy's invitation, threw on outdoorwear and rushed out the door. Aside from whatever possessed her to poke through the alleys, she'd shifted her schedule to make time for her friend. It'd been 2 weeks and, well, an unimportant number of days since they'd last met in an informal fashion.
“How are you faring, amidst the, er, commotion? In any case, frightfully good to see you again!” Sherman beamed, almost missing that Amy had called her 'Fly', again. Anyone else shortening her surname would have received not one, but two, frigid shoulders, likely to the jaw or abdomen. But when Amy did it? C- Comparable to a warm sensat-, well, never mind.
[attr=class,herkiss]The young devil hides her true face.
[attr=class,arabella]Amy Faye
[attr=class,passengerside] "Indeed, it's good to see you too," she agreed, "It has been awhile since I have felt this good to be honest with you. I wanted to take the opportunity to relax. And, well... who better to relax with than my cute little Fly?" She beckoned her to sit with her.
"It has been awhile since I have gotten to talk to you outside of Council business." She paused for a moment and brought out a couple of tea cups warming the water within in her palms.
"I am sorry to call you out on short notice. Things have been quite busy, but I cannot praise you enough for your continued support through these times," she smiled. She knew it would only be a brief moment before she would make her way to Middle Pavane for the final night of the Purge. She had been certain to line guards up around the border of the ghouls' province to prevent a single straggler from escaping.
"Do you happen to remember Manson Renard? To no one's surprise, he was behind this clown show of rebellion," she giggled and then sighed, adding in the tea leaves. "It's sad, actually."
Sherman smiled, the front of her mind consumed with relaxation, not to mention the scent of Amy's favourite tea. The back of her mind sought to tangle itself up on Amy's mentioning of 'continued support'. “Praising me? Y- You're too kind. But to your point, I can't say I've the ple-” she paused, cocking her head to the side to restart, "I can't say I've had the displeasure of meeting this Manson Renard."
Sherman fiddled with her hair, concerned a hairtie may have loosened. "Surely now, this Manson chap won't be making a fuss of things any longer." A tremble ran through her fingers.
Her mind returned to the sensation of the cold ink spilling onto her hand as she ripped the paper from the table, holding it close to verify what she'd read.
“What makes you say that? That there's a kind of sadness in his actions.” Sherman asked, making informal eye contact with Amy for the first time in two weeks and an unimportant number of days. In jest it had been suggested by a past friend that Amy's yellow eyes naturally caught Sherman's green ones, justifying the argument by mentioning their closeness on the colour wheel. Were it not for the gentle breeze going about, maybe she'd have melted.
[attr=class,herkiss]The young devil hides her true face.
[attr=class,arabella]Amy Faye
[attr=class,passengerside] "Hm," she mused in deep thought for a moment with her eyes closed. She would have to be careful with her words here. Before replying, she waited for the tea to be ready, softly sliding a cup to Fly once it was.
"He was my bodyguard for a time. A ghoul, no less. Very strong. Kind of cute. He was very nice. In fact, I wish you did get a chance to meet him. I could hardly call it a displeasure." She paused again waiting for the right words to come to her.
"Do you love still love humans, Fly? Ah-- better yet, do you know what it feels like to long for something?" She tried to avoid the word 'lust' at all costs. Her eyes darted to Sherman's examining her response closely.
The ends of her coat were all uneven, having sit down without adjusting them properly prior. She broke eye contact to straighten out her outerwear. "Rude of myself to assume. I can't actually say I've met a ghoul before, come to think of it." Try as she might, her eyes refused to lift from the ground. Further yet, the clauses and provisions Sherman had held centimetres from her eyes that day began to replay.
A question about humans, however, proved more than sufficient in wresting her attention back to her friend.
"Humans?" Sherman eked out a wry smile. "It has been so long since anyone else had even mentioned them, that it felt quite like no one else even remembered them." she quipped. 'Them', saying the word or thinking of it, seemed to send a shock down her throat. At last control over her own gaze returned to her, only to be met by an intent stare from Amy. "R- Right, you'd asked about longing, was it? I think we all long for, well, that is to say: Yes, I would believe that I know a thing or two regarding longing." Wry shrunk down to sheepish. A sumptuous sip of tea helped mask the tactical retreat Sherman put her expression through, thinking to herself how outright silly she must have appeared.
“Ehm, aside from being a part of duty, a love for humans, while rare now perhaps, is still near and dear to my, um, myself.” Saying 'heart' at the present moment seemed an insurmountable task to Sherman.
[attr=class,herkiss]The young devil hides her true face.
[attr=class,arabella]Amy Faye
[attr=class,passengerside] "Ahh! Right? It's like the whole world has forgotten about them! It's like they don't even care about them anymore. Not even the angels it feels like," Amy was glad at least one person could see eye-to-eye with her. As much as she loved him, she sometimes found Takuto frustrating, speaking Angel-to-Angel. She thought she was the only "true angel" still alive to this date.
Amy was also ecstatic to hear that Fly too knew that horribly invasive feeling of longing. Perhaps she too had a past she was clinging too. "Ahh, I see. I have been longing for awhile now too. Frankly, I am not sure what someone like you could possibly long for, Fly. Is there a boy? Ohhh, if it's a boy, let me meet him!" Although Amy played a fool, she could probably guess what that longing was if she was forced to. Perhaps she didn't really want to think about it too deeply. She laughed as her intense gaze on Sherman was broken and she focused once again on the tea in front of her.
"I hope you don't mind if I indulge." Sherman produced a cigarette from an inner coat pocket. "I should hope that your Council Adviser isn't as selectively slovenly as I." she said, patting around for her matchbox.
A strong inhale spoke to the potential this cigarette had in making up for defective previous ones. Nerves reinforced, she leaned back and looked up. "Some kind of hearty stew for supper, and a stout drink to go with it, is what I'm longing for at the moment." Sherman giggled. "I musn't complain but a more manageable workflow is likely up there as well. Current events notwithstanding." Sitting up straight again, she exhaled, forcing the smoke through hardly visible, gritted teeth.
Taking in a breath of fresh air, she turned to her friend, saying, "If there ever was someone who'd put up with me, you'd undoubtedly be the first to meet them, Amy." She took up her cigarette again and smiled at nothing in particular. Real or imagined, a haze came over her all-too-vivid recollection of Council proceedings from days ago.
[attr=class,herkiss]The young devil hides her true face.
[attr=class,arabella]Amy Faye
[attr=class,passengerside] Amy frowned. She didn't really have to ask to smoke -- Amy could honestly care less. "You know I don't really care about that sort of thing," she commented, "but very like you to ascertain it all the same." She scratched her head thinking of their conversation thus far. It was unlikely Fly approved of quelling the ghouls and she was worried she might lose her support. Nonetheless...this was too important to let her own feelings foil her plans now. "I bet he will be very handsome," Amy commented, "and will take great care of you. I can see him now -- Mister Frank Firefly is definitely a keeper."
"Or she," Amy added in under her breath.
She reached for her purse, pouring a shot of whiskey before throwing the rest of the bottle to Sherman. "Perhaps this would be more your pace right now, no?"
Twirling her hair for but a second, she laughed, "I always do ask, don't I?" Her other hand received the bottle. Sherman blinked, then looked at her wristwatch. "Now's as good a time as any, I suppose. How rare it is, seeing something run through the Council so smoothly. Carefully now, lest we imagine what would happen if we always ran policies so efficiently." she joked, finishing her tea so as to be able to pour some whiskey into the cup.
"By Charlotte, you spoil me." laughed Sherman as she massaged her brow, her cigarette between her ring and little fingers. "I haven't had been able to pay a visit to any vendors in the past week, but I know enough to know this," Sherman held up the half-empty bottle, "This is difficult to find. Always out of stock and the like. I hope I've not kept you long from anything. I know you're awfully busy, rather I know others would have you be awfully busy. I, I appreciate your inviting me out to the Park. Feels like the work has kept me confined to my desk, really." A puff of smoke steeled her nerves for the umpteenth time. The alcohol loosened them, in retaliation.
"I would argue I've got larger problems looming on the horizon if they not only bear 'Frank' as their given name but also somehow have my family name as their own from the get-go." quipped Sherman, feigning that she hadn't caught what Amy had said under her breath.
[attr=class,herkiss]The young devil hides her true face.
[attr=class,arabella]Amy Faye
[attr=class,passengerside] "Yes, it is rare to see legislation pass smoothly," she admitted begrudgingly, "but if I were the only Council member, I am sure things would be different."
Changing the topic, Amy corrected, "I didn't really buy it for any other purpose than to keep it out of the hands of the other Council members. To be honest, I am not entirely sure any of them drink, but the idea of Takuto turning to Whiskey at such a time..." she shivered at even the thought. Her image of either one of them would be sullied if she caught them drinking before a meeting. Though, she reasoned, sleeping through an entire genocide was much worse in many ways. She swallowed her shot on that note.
"I too have been preoccupied lately. Think nothing of it. I appreciate how we can always pick up right where we left off no matter what." She again smirked at Fly with sincerity.
"No -- I meant to say -- well, with a last name like yours, no one could keep their own, don't you think? Maybe I can call them Fly 2 or something, I don't know. I will work on it."
Living in a dystopian society, seven mystic races are trapped due to their own selfishness. Tensions rise between the races and the different social classes, leading up to the constant struggle for power, with no end in sight.
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4/11 - With the Ghoul Purge complete, Pavane's fear shifts from the goddesses towards the Council. Check out the aftermath here to get an understanding of the current situation in the plot.
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