Plump and purple Fairy flashed his yellowed teeth at all that swiftly passed by him, disturbed by the odd one snickering to himself. He was waiting, bouncing in place for his target to come by. One tip had led to another, then another, and another, and he knew! He knew exactly where she would be, where she had come from, her name, her secrets--
Well, not everything. The tips were odd to begin with, but he did know that she would be there. Soon, soon he would see. And he would test her like the rest.
As time went on and the sun switched with the moon, he crept out further and further from his shadowy hide.
"Woe is me, woe is me. Won't the council members set me free?"
A simple chant, golden eye lights jumping to and from each passerby. They had mostly stopped or turned back, afraid of his twitchiness, or worse. Perhaps he had greeted them all before.
When unmistakable curls were sighted, flames sparked at the Aria's feet, burning the very ground she walked along. It would only get hotter until she turned in his direction and listened to his ramblings.
"You're late, Miss. You're late and they've been talking, whispering. They know what you've done and they know what you'll do. Everything, everything! Won't you hear their woes, Dear Advisor? Hanayashi is guilty."
She came her with the intention of peace. A sweet drink and maybe a snack to satiate her ever growing blood lust. Something that was out of her normal comfort zone of cakes and delicately crafted desserts…Aria craved candy. Though the intention behind this trip to the Ren Bar was simple…her time there clearly would not be as such.
Moving across the floor with delicate nude sandals strapped to her feet she wasn’t expecting the sensation of heat to course through her bare skin. A startled yelp escaped her lips as she jumped back. Her body falling against one of the bar stools as she reached out and grabbed onto the metallic surface to keep from smacking her head on it. A small fairy, the size of a vampire child bounced before her. His pudgy little purple body and wide grin spilling out chains of nonsense with each syllable uttered from his voice box.
Crimes? What was he talking about. ”Why do you say this? What do you see?” She questioned if maybe this was a method of magic she wasn’t prepared with. His face was one that was new to her and yet, familiar at the same time. Perhaps a small fairy she met in passing.
The Vampire's fall was hillarious, Fae rolling several times in the air at her clear misfortune. His tail swished from one side to the other, amusement remaining even as he composed himself.
"Someone new, new! Don't you know who? A simple mirror will do. I kid, I kid!" He joked with her, reveling in the confusion he imposed. "Answers alone are no fun at all. No, that will not do! Why don't we play a game? If you are worthy, we will see, see!"
Shifty golden irises searched to and from the Bar, monitoring how much attention he was attracting. Not as though it mattered-- Games are always entertaining.
Flames again ignited, tiny sparks dancing along her fingertips as they neared to burn the very ends. He wasn't trying to do much harm, but he wouldn't mind it if she accidentally moved into the flames as he spoke.
"I am constantly reporting what I observe in Pavane. Inspections are my specialty, and I’m the first to notice anything in violation. What am I?"
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.
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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