[attr=class,whocan]She hoped for nothing more than to complete the shift and say "Thank you" to the coordinators for letting her take the extra timeslot. While serving soup to those displaced by the recent Council attack was something she had leapt at the chance to volunteer for, Klavdiya had not expected old wounds to open up as much as they had, at the sight of ashen faces and tattered clothing. Trauma seemed to well up in her tear ducts, and at the bottom of the metal ladle reflected in the clear soup. She thought a lot about her blotted-out past in between smiling and serving and the faerie determined that, maybe, if there was ample time, she could ask into it. The thought of ample time made her chuckle, she'd come straight here from her rather barren one-room she called home. Inbetween work at the moment, it seemed like all she had was staring down the barrel of 'ample time'.
For the time being, she had people with much more pressing matters ahead of them in front of her, and they could do with some warm food. Er, soup, from her station at least. "And for you, my darling." she beamed, filling the bowl to the brim. Klavdiya turned away for a moment, feigning adjusting her hairnet, to blink a few times at the wall. Her accent had almost slipped, just then.
"Hey, Joseon Klavdiya. You're popular! Someone in the back has asked for you, not by name, but you're the only 'white-haired' faerie we have working now. I'll requisition someone temporarily to cover your station for a second. Shoo, shoo." called Coordinator Hanyang.
Klavdiya fiddled with her hairclips, out of habit, after removing her hairnet and stepping out of station. Who'd want to meet with her? Maybe someone felt they'd not gotten enough soup as someone else?
"Pardon for my intrusion, Miss Fairy." A feminine voice resounded as the fairy stepped into the back room. In there, a smiling angel held her black lantern gently as she locked her half-closed eyes onto the white-haired lady.
"My name is Arciea Paenar, an angel who wandered all over Pavane. Your fame has reached my ears, and so I've come to inquire you about some things; if you're willing to tell me, of course." Arciea tilted her head a little to express her gentleness. Without revealing her elegant black wings, the usual aloof air around her transformed into friendliness.
"If possible, could you tell me about your... feeling regarding the Great Purge— and the action of the High Council?" The air around Arciea brightened up as her black wings manifested behind her, glowing in an intense light as the marks on them fluttered in a wave-like motion.
The area surrounding Arciea was filled with holy light, sealing it shut from the outside world; she had to take precautions agaisnt the watchful eyes of the Council. After all, their deeds were vicious and domineering, and she wished not to provoke them.
"Don't worry; this conversation will only be between us." Her smile widened a little; the air around Arciea turned from gentleness into a hint of elegance. It was rare for her to find someone who had what she called: 'weariness of the heart'.
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[attr=class,whocan]The chair was empty and she looked to see who could've called her--no one was here but the angel standing next to the desk--an angel standing next to the desk!? After shutting the door, Klavdiya clapped her hands to her cheeks, an anti-dreaming measure, but realised this was no daydream. Angels really were pretty, she smiled to herself. Klavdiya had wished herself to have been born an angel long ago.
Beyond her appearance, even her voice was full of grace. Grace, she thought, was that what separated her from them, like a sort of barrier predetermined in the cruelest of ways? "N- No intrusion at all, my darling!" Klavdiya stammered.
Fame? Miss Arciea had heard of her fame? She put a hand over her mouth--did the angel know about the Middle Pavane Murders? The faerie bit down on her lip to try stopping tears before they even appeared. How often had she done this, kicking herself to not shrink away. Klavdiya stole a look at the angel, Arciea, again.
Goddesses, she seemed so serene, peaceful. "I'm about as open of a book as they come, I'm told." Klavdiya cracked wise, a smile rising onto her face at the same time her heart sunk in her chest. Maybe the angel was just here to gather information.
And the wings manifested. They've got wings too, don't they, she remarked to herself. Her own, puny and colourless, flailed around behind her coat. Klavdiya almost forgot her fear in the face of such a tranquil presence. Then she asked about the Council and their attack.
"Oh, the Council, is it?" Despite her best efforts, Klavdiya sounded like a punctured air balloon. "Well, m- my darling, the Council forms up to be a touchy subject, no?" The faerie's accent had almost slipped again. Arciea's assurances near-melted her, and the holy light the angel emanated did warm Klavdiya. Perhaps she was just here to ask about, maybe for the paper. It had been a long while since anyone had asked into her past, after all.
"Well, t- the soup kitchen here, in a perfect world, wouldn't exist, my darling, as it would either be obsolete or universal in theme. One way or another, anything that, um, contributes to the line is surely something that has affected the people negatively, to bring them here." she said, papering over what she thought below the surface.
"Miss fairy, your beautiful self should not stutter like that; this angel can wait for your answer. Please take your sweet time." Arciea could feel the anxiety beneath the fairy's expression; so she decided to give her a little encouragement.
Time passed in silence; Arciea, still smiling ever so slightly, waited for the fairy to compose her speech and calm her mind. She knew that the fairy might give her all the information if she insisted; but she wished not to pressure her.
"Pardon me for breaking the silence; In your perfect world, is there... the High Council? or any version of it?" Arciea stepped towards the fairy a little, lessening the distance between the two. She found that the fairy was cute, and would be even more so if she smiled more often.
"To tell the truth, I would like to... learn more, about the fairy; but more importantly, about you. So, if there is anything you hold deep inside, feel free to speak to me." Standing right in front of the fairy, Arciea gently grasped the smooth hands of the fairy, holding them in the position of a prayer.
Her emerald eyes widened a little; she locked them onto the pair of silver moons. She was waiting for the fairy to speak.
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[attr=class,whocan]In diverting her eyes, for fear of blushing profusely if blushing more than present was even possible, Klavdiya looked at the lantern the angel held. Held. Miss Paenar was still holding Klavdiya's hands. Improper and imposing as it may have been, the faerie hoped the angel wouldn't let go. Prayer had been lost on Klavdiya for a while now, for she'd felt herself beneath it since leaving the Fairy Residential area to live out in the city. The construction of the lantern was impressive, seeming just as durable as it was ornate.
The angel's eyes had a deep viridian hue to them. Suitably striking, she thought to herself. Oh, to be created as an angel. She cleared her throat and began to respond, "I suppose in my perfect world, mind you 'my' being next to 'perfect world' makes the whole concept somewhat paradoxical, my darling," Klavdiya joked. This was new, not having her hands free to fiddle with her hair or scratch her ear. "But I suppose there'd be a Council in this world, yes. I'd like for it to have more than just three representatives, though. And certainly not just from the three races represented currently. Ah! Not that the angels or demons or vampires are, um, it's not specific to them at large, my darling--it's a matter of accurately, yes, depicting Pavane in such a Council. A friend suggested this next bit to me, actually. She said that the representatives should be re-callable at any moment. Like if they do a poor job, their representative body would not have to wait until they pass on for someone better to represent their Pavane." Klavdiya realised how long she'd been speaking for, indicated both by how excitable her wings had gotten and how much higher she'd floated off the ground. "Ahem, I thought it was an interesting idea. Neither here nor there, presently, however."
Anything she held deep inside, was it? That would, simply put, it would certainly... Miss Paenar had come with questions to which she requested answers to, simple enough. It was not Klavdiya's place to burden Arciea with whatever she held deep inside, if anything. Right?
"...Us faeries can often be overlooked, passed over for all kinds of things due to our inherent characteristics, magick and stature et cetera. It's not as bad now, but it's not quite where it should be yet either. Is what a friend of mine said, and I agree but I can't take credit for such analysis, my darling. Then there's the tension between witches and faeries, which is sometimes overstated but..."
Goddess, how was it so easy to trust her? Klavdiya had never met her, let alone an angel (coordinator Hanyang notwithstanding, but she hardly counted to begin with). The irony of herself using 'Goddess' as a swear word was not lost on her. Klavdiya reluctantly let her eyes be swept up into Arciea's own again.
"Miss Fairy, I'm sure that the perfect world you created is the one all wished for; you envision the future for everyone, after all.." Arciea could feel that the fairy had relaxed and opened herself. She found it comforting.
Arciea, taken by the speech, moved closer to the fairy while their gaze locked; her hand lossened the grip from the prayer posture, and instead tried to caress the pinkish cheek of the fairy. Her wings folded down to envelope the two.
"Miss Fairy, your eyes; they were beautiful and delicated; like the dimly-lit lantern. It's full of wish, and I hope that, someday, they'll shine bright like the silver moons they are." Arciea shifted her eyes away as she realised that she had overstepped into the private space; too close for strangers to be.
Her wings unfolded and the intimate air despersed into a formal, gentle one; of course, that smile was still ever-present, ableit with a hint of sadness.
"Pardon my rudeness, Miss; your grievance touches me and swayed my heart. Please excuse me if I give you discomfort." Arciea lowered her head to express her apology; it was unjust for her to hug someone by surprise.
"Is there anything you wish to ask, Miss Fairy? I'm afraid that I'll be interrupting your work." Arciea felt that it was unfair for her to be the only one asking, and so she kept waiting for the fairy to ask her back.
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[attr=class,arabella]Amy Faye
[attr=class,passengerside]"Ahh, Sister Arciea! What a surprise it is to find you here!" Amy appeared suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere interrupting their conversation. She tuffed Arciea's hair before turning her gaze to the fairy of her interest. "And Klavdiya Joseon. I don't believe we've ever formally met. Name's Amy Faye. It's a pleasure." Her brow furrowed as she leaned in close to the fairy, pushing her chin up with one finger. "Oh my," a twisted smile encroached on her face as she glided her other finger along her lip, "You're appraisal was spot on, Arciea. Dimly lit - even after all of these years, a hatred still burns deep within her." She pulled away rapidly and turned her attention to Arciea once again. "I couldn't help but notice my good friend from afar and decided to pay her a visit. I wonder what she is up to? I hope it wouldn't be a bother if I joined in. You wouldn't mind, would you?"
[attr=class,whocan]The door had burst open and Arciea's light seemed to receive some kind of pushback, for the presence at the door loomed over the two of them. Anyone in Pavane would recognise the face from the posters, both the original Council ones and the defaced ones. Amy Faye, the Demon Council Member, had stepped into the makeshift office and stared a hole through the faerie.
"I wasn't aware you both were acquainted." Feelings and warmth dropped to the lowest point in her body. She managed to prop up the same smile she'd freely given Arciea and sounded relaxed doing so, save for erratic wing flaps. What had yet to sink was her heartbeat, which had risen at the Council Member's entrance. Klavdiya had worked with Demons before at Fitzgerald's and here at the soup kitchen. This wasn't a mere fear of demons. Without getting too much into what Nagiko brushed off as 'armchair analysis', her fear seemed to gravitate towards what Amy represented. Maybe she was wrong, though.
"I don't mind at all, my-, Ms. Faye. Both you and Ms. Arciea have taken time out of your busy days to visit the soup kitchen, it's very gracious of you both." she said, catching her hand from trembling.
Amy Faye wasn't the demon that appeared in the corner of Klavdiya's night torments, but she was close enough to induce tremors. Klavdiya would be damned before she let it show, especially to Arciea. Thye'd only just met but whatever image the angel had of Klavdiya had quickly become important to the faerie.
"I, I can't possibly purport to know that which you both have g- graciously, er, kindly stated about my eyes, of all people. The last time my eyes had been spoken of, I'd been told to open them so as to see the right order ticket." she laughed sheepishly. The sight of Amy made Klavdiya, despite having nothing worth hiding, feel as though she had hidden something grave. Her stomach churned at the contrast drawn from how Arciea had made her feel.
"It's my honour to be perceived as your good friend, Miss Amy." Arciea lowered her body and wings to reveal both her respect to the High Council Member, as well as her admission of defeat, at the hand of the resourceful Council.
Knowing that the fairy was trembling in the presence of the ancient demoness, Arciea extended her black wings a little, to cover Amy from the vision of scaried fairy; Arciea knew it was her fault for dragging her into this situation; she should've known that the Council had been paying attention to her whereabouts.
"Don't be afraid, Miss Fairy; Sister Amy would never do anything to you." Arciea, tried to salvate the situation, moved closer to the Fairy again and held her closer to herself, using her warm, angelic presence to diffuse the tension.
"Anyway, Sister Amy, please let me hear your reason for searching for me." Knowing to not neglect anyone, Arciea turned to look at the demoness and waited for her to speak.
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[attr=class,arabella]Amy Faye
[attr=class,passengerside]"I just noticed you in here through the window. I figured I should drop in and say hi," She was clearly lying, but she did not seem too worried whether or not they noticed. "It was good to see you. I ought to be on my way now. Nice again to meet you, Klavdiya." She began walking out the door before making a sudden stop.
"Ah, well, while I'm here..." she reached for her knapsack, "I suppose I did have a message to give you while it was fresh on my mind." She opened the bag and immediately, a smell beyond putrid filled room. "I hope it is okay with both of you."
She paused but a moment to see their responses before walking back to the table, her hand still rumaging around it the bag.
A moment later, a horrific sight appeared before the two. Laying on the desk was a disembodied head of a man with sheer terror permanently etched into his face. His silver hair charred, the passed man had his tongue completely severed. Although his eyes were usually closed, one was pried open and nothing but an empty eye socket remained. The blood was completely drained from his face. "It's sad really," she sighed turning the head towards Klavdiya, "All he was trying to do was help the ghouls escape on that night. He was one of the strongest demons in all of Pavane since its conception. If he had challenged anyone else that night, I am sure he would have been fine, but... he just had to oppose me and the council," her jaded chuckle she directed towards Arciea, "wishing for a world in spite of the council can be a dangerous game, Sister." She turned back again, her walk to the door slower than before. Without looking back, she clarified, "It's definitely a shame. The demon once protected the humans side by side with me...it's really a shame."
[attr="class","mouths1"]Hanyang effectively materialised in the door frame, grindstone in one hand and collapsible polearm in the other. "Councilwoman Amy, I'd thank you to keep that bag sealed. It spoils the stew, both idiomatically and literally. An impressive trophy, nevertheless! Mine are not so terrible but yours, yours is the talk of the Council, a fact of which I'm sure you were already aware. See what I am stuck with?" she said, gesturing at the chip in the blade.
"Have you taken an interest in Arciea? How fortunate for her." Sabot warped a smile at the archivist. Arciea was not the first archivist Faye had followed closely, and she would not be the last. As for the other one in the room, Hanyang had let her stick around as she lent the atmosphere of the soup kitchen a kind of authenticity. The faerie didn't know this but all her 'co-volunteers' were inmates, called upon to perform duties Pavane would not foist on its people. Amy, the only Council Member aware of this soup kitchen's true purpose, had seemed to throw caution to the wind, coming here with her trophy in front of two civilians.
Zero hesitation phased Hanyang in drafting a scheme in her head as to disposing of the faerie. But Paenar's presence made execution, of the scheme, difficult. "I'd ask you to remain for refreshments but you said you'd be on your way, did you not?" she asked.
The intrusion by Amy was not unexpected or unwelcome but despite her awareness of the facility's purpose, she had not been the one responsible for creating or maintaining it. The one who had certainly would not appreciate Amy Faye being privy to its results before themselves.
"I can show them out, or ask them to vacate their seats, if you're merely being polite to they, they who have been rather rude." Sabot gestured at the expression stuck to their faces.
There hadn't been many worthwhile leads filtered through the kitchen seating area as of late, so a cut down in employees could be overlooked, she thought.
"This little one thanks Sister Amy for her advice. May the Council pardons her inconsideration." Arciea slowly kneeled down onto the ground as she lowered her wings and head, akin to prostrating herself for forgiveness.
The marks on her black wings dimmed, revealing her pitiful appearance; however the dirty the ground maybe, Arciea took her time before rising back up, hanging her head down inspite of that.
Another presence manifested; the pair of cold, glowing lime-coloured eyes gazed over her and passed onto the fairy. Arciea remembered this feminine, ruthless figure.
The hands of the High Council, the elite of elites, Angel Sabot. With her brutal, majestic power, she was a perfect killing-machine of the High Council. Despite her being born much later than Arciea, she was sure that if they crashed, Arciea would lose.
"Your fame preceded you, Sister Sabot." As one who interested in the history of Pavane, Arciea had already researched much about the High Council and their minions.
Arciea knew that she should go now, but if she did so by herself, it was uncertain that the fairy would be safe; after all, life of other races not of the Upper Pavane mattered not to the eyes of the Council.
"Thank you for your kind words, Sister Sabot; however, please let me escort Miss Fairy myself. It is my impoliteness that caused this, so I would like to correct my mistake." Arciea, in her last attempt to help the white-haired fairy, smiled at her and extended her hand towards the unknowing fairy.
The place Arciea landed herself in was not safe; as the wise once said: "One Council Member is a nightmare, but two is a catastrophe."
[attr="class","mouths1"]Arciea had been, whether she knew it or not, very helpful in tracking the spread of contraband 'candies' to one Manson Renard. For that much, Sabot could leave her the faerie. "Is she foaming at the mouth? Has she really gone and fainted? Poor manners, but what can you expect from them? You should make your exit via the rear door, it'd be very unbecoming of you to be seen carrying her, if you exited through the front door." Hanyang paused respectfully. "I request you inform her, when she awakens, that we have no need of her services here anymore." The angel picked up the faerie's black cap, which had slipped off of her head when she collapsed, and dropped it in Arciea's arms atop Klavdiya. "Good day, Madam Paenar."
"Splendid. I was hoping to have the office to myself. A prior engagement had been cancelled so I had hoped to catch up on reports. If you would not be opposed, I would love the opportunity to hear your after-action repor- Oh, who am I kidding," she gestured at the trophy, "I'd love to hear how the takedown went, well, down. But what do we have ahead of us besides time, anyhow? Let me know if you're free soon. Otherwise, have a blessed rest of the day." Her smile had not changed once during the entire ordeal.
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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