[attr="class","fiontitle"]Tell me the story of your soul,
[attr="class","fionoverlap"]Look at me without turning your eyes away.
[attr="class","fionbody"] All good things must go, and the new must take over. That was one thing for sure, especially the angel has his mind made up to take over the Regal Club, which has now ended up closing its doors. Though Fionn was more than aware of the fact that this place was once a place of popularity for the residents of Pavane, he didn't mind taking over its former location in order to expand his own business. The Songstress meant alot to him, and he knew he wanted to have a bigger space for his establishment. The bigger the place, more customers can come and roll in, and a wider audience to entice the residents.
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The angel was donned with a hat a little different from his bowler hats; it had its rims wide enough just to obscure his face (as he is aware some aren't exactly happy about him taking over The Regal Club and turning into the new place for The Songstress.), as well as a large, beige jacket to cover up his wings (as he is one of the few who aren't fairies to have wings upon their backs; its in fact one thing which immediately gives him away). He didn't want to be noticed making these deals, as he knows well the rumors have been passed through about his new aquisition. Not that he is that worried anyways; Fionn is used to taking these underhanded acts. He is a social man who attracts many, thus, he has much to share if one is willing to pay the price.
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There in the park, Fionn awaited for the elf who said will help clear away the ghosts in The Regal Club before he can hire workers to have the place reconstructed into The Songstress. Hands within the pocket, pale blue eyes glanced around his surroundings, awaiting for his partner to come up....
Nagiko clung to the Park gate until she noticed the wide-rimmed hat. She dripped a bit of the vial's contents onto her finger again and applied it to her forehead before approaching. As the elf walked forward, her clothes took a more clean appearance, masking the blood pooling on the surface. The pain was more than managed but appearances were crucial to keep up, she'd been taught. Out of habit, she'd cloaked herself just enough so that only her client could see her.
Nagiko sat down on a park bench, rather far from the man in the beige coat. Leaning forward, her forearms rested on her knees. On a bench all the way on the other side of the park, a violet mist manifested, creating a perfectly new Nagiko, who got to her feet to approach the client.
The elf looked at her physical form, the injuries she'd taken on would probably necessitate a bit of rest. Or candy. The latter enticed her much more.
"Yahoo." called out the hazy, fabricated Nagiko. Even her enthusiastic greeting came out in a tired manner. "Ehm. Hey, it's done. If any of the more recent spirits become a problem, let me know. But that may be out of my lifespan. The big bad one is gone, though. If I'd known it was her stuck down there, then I would have charged more. I think a hazard pay bonus for our efforts is fair. But besides that, the job is done, the foundation is cleared, and renovations can proceed without issue." she said. Rummaging through her parka pocket, Nagiko picked out a fragment of bone with the colour of a shiny obsidian and handed it to her client as proof. From the bench, the elf felt her pocket grow lighter as she saw its contents handed away.
[attr="class","fiontitle"]Tell me the story of your soul,
[attr="class","fionoverlap"]Look at me without turning your eyes away.
[attr="class","fionbody"] "Yahoo," The angel heard the familiar voice from behind, prompting him to sit up to greet with the elf who offered her service to clear out the ghosts in the place which will be his new home for his dear establishment. At first, Fionn thought she only had a few minor injuries from the cleasing, but upon closer inspection as she walked closer, he noticed there was blood pooling , attempting to seep through the surface. His expression shifted quickly to one of concern, knowing that his client got injured during her work. "Seems you got into some rough situations there. Lemme get you healed up," His hand then approached the surface of where he saw the pooling blood, focusing his mind into mending the wounds sustained from driving away & defeating the spirits which lurked within the former grounds of the Regal Club.
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Judging from that wound Nagiko sustained during the battle, the angel couldn't help but wonder how powerful that ghost must have been. While he was aware that the ghost was a relatively large, problematic one which stalled renovations of the Regal Club to turn into The Songstress, witnessing the wound made Fionn wish he was there to help her out in at least offering some healing hand to make the job much easier. "If I knew the ghosts there were quite strong, I would have been happy to offer some backup,"
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Either way, it was no time to fret over what is already done. At least Nagiko was able to come back victorious, and Fionn himself had to ability to administer treatment to the elf's wounds. Just as he finished casting his healing spell over her, his other hand accepted the token of the task done; a bone fragment in a dark, obsidian color. Light blue hues glanced down at the bounty token received, making him have some strange sense of dread emitting from the bone. Considering this is something which came from the ghost it self, it is no wonder the angel is sensing something strange from the stone.
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"Hm, need me to cook up anything for ya? I think a well deserved break is on a way for you," Winking, Fionn made an offer to thank Nagiko for taking care of the ghosts haunting the now dilapidated, soon to be renovated back to life establishment he will soon take over.
She'd flinched at his hand's approach but endured nevertheless. Curious, the elf pawed at her healed wound. Impressed his healing could discriminate between ethereal and corporeal. She swapped places with her hazy self out of respect, though it was imperceptible to all who mattered. "T- Thanks... She was kinda scary. It's okay now. We got rid of her. She was pretty. And tall." Her eyes drifted about as her mind recalled the frightful fight. She supposed that Sasayaku was really the one who'd undertaken the fight aspects of it. Fright, however, had been her department that night. Diving into the memory of the departed was a very personal, invasive endeavour. And she committed it for silvers on the gold.
"I'll take a coupon for use when your new joint opens." she flashed a wry smile. "Otherwise, I lack an appetite at the moment."
Nagiko turned away with a mild bashful expression at his wink. "Happy I can help. Take good care of this place, I think that's what the previous owner would probably say. If you have more work for me though, I can help at a discounted rate, maybe." The elf stretched her arms and looked at the daytime sky for the first time in a while.
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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