✛ 1st Circle ✛ Accidental Video

[beareroflight]

[The feed opens in darkness. Pitch black. There were no movements visible nor sounds audible. Soon there were grey swirls pushing against the feed which soon revealed a very foggy setting. The borders of old houses can now be seen, but it was simply too dark to identify the location. The iron streetlamps were sparsely spread throughout what seemed to be an old cobblestone street. These lamps barely lit the foggy horizon but showed the complete lack of citizens roaming the streets.]

[A few moments later, the streetlamps flickered rapidly - alarming the people of an impending danger. Then there was a loud thud upon the streets, which reduced the street into rubble and dust. The loud exploding sound upon something or someone's impact shook the very ground and caused ravens surrounding the scene to go wild.

In the middle of all the chaos was a lone figure. His body was wrapped with the darkest linen and blackest leather. Behind him were four powerful ebony wings which were now slowly folding into his back. Silver eyes examining the immediate horizon before he started moving once more. Then the feed turns pitch black once more.]

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[The feed turns on a few moments later, now facing a sizable old mansion. Its walls were fed on by mounds of ivy and the gates creaked eerily upon opening. The feed slowly made its way closer to the front door.

A silver-haired wolf prevented the further movement of the feed closer to the house. There was a werewolf gnashing its sharp teeth towards the feed as if trying to protect its territory.]

Quiet you mongrel!

[The voice was soft but resonated with authority. Upon the order the werewolf cowered towards the floor. The feed lowered, as if following the movement of a person kneeling down. A leather glove reached for its head and petted it. The large wooden door opened behind the werewolf and revealed a dusty old mansion. It seemed to be habitable with a decent amount of ornate furniture.

Then there was an abrupt movement which led to the feed falling upon the floor. It revealed the face of a man with half his face partially covered by a black leather mask. His left eye showing off a crude incision crossing both his lids. An incision which seemed new and untreated.]

Didn't know I left you on.

[His voice was muffled by the mask on his face, but it was a lot lighter than it was earlier. His eyes crinkling, as if smiling. A habit he's learned during the time he was Kira. There was no need to gain unnecessary attention. Not in a world which he wasn't sure had none of his influence.]

I hope I didn't scare any of you. I'll be living here from now on it seems. Let's get along.

[Then the feed ends once more.]

((ooc: This is one of the old mansions in Everglade))

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[xroyal_bratx]

Do you need someone to look at that?

[ the princess replied, giving the stranger a once over. She noticed the wings he has and how there was an injury on his eye. She was more concerned with that than anything. She offered a smile at home. ]

I won't disturb you but the injury might be infected if not healed or looked at.

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[beareroflight]

[Was this human genuinely concerned for his well being? Or did she just want something in return. After all, he's not sure how much the feed was able to record since his arrival a day ago.]

Injury? What injury?

[For him, an injury denotes something new. His facial injury was over a million years old. It only looked fresh because his own sword was used against him by the feisty daughter of God.]

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[xroyal_bratx]

[ no ulterior motive here. She never has one to begin with. He can assume so if he wants to. It's not her concern how he judges her. ]

Your face or eyeI can't tell? It looks fresh from here? Is it not?

[ She mused tilting her head a bit. It doesn't look old to her but she just wondering. She knows he's not human so she doesn't really question anything abnormal about him. ]

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[beareroflight]

[Humans. He'll never truly understand their thought process.]

[His immaculate fingers drift against his left eye. Not feeling it, but knowing exactly which portion of his lid to trace slowly.]

Are you really so concerned about it?

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[xroyal_bratx]

Why would I not be? I don't think anyone should be with injury if it can be fixed.

[ She replied giving him a small smile. Ishtar was a complicated girl at heart really. She makes a lot of people question her thought process and how she worked. ]

It must hurt right?

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[beareroflight]

[His finger fell to his jaw to tap it slowly as he thought more about this girl. She seemed to be one of those altruistic humans of myth. Which he clearly believed did not exist. Not even Setsuna was altruistic. He had his moments, but in the end, he'd choose Sara over having the Anima Mundi win.]

Of course. And can you help?

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[xroyal_bratx]

[ Ishtar wasn't that kind of person and she won't do anything to prove it. She's just going to do her thing. She nodded her head. ]

I can heal, but I can also perform first aid. Either one would work. Whatever suits your interest I suppose. I know it works on some but not on others. I'm not sure what you are, but you aren't human right?

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[no_dreams_for_you]

[Gaara smirks a little, clearly not intimidated in the least. He is intrigued by this individual's abilities, and in the way he carries himself, but it's nothing to feel alarmed over.

He will simply need to be monitored, if he intends to disrupt the peace in this world.]

Is there a reason why you should be feared?

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[beareroflight]

[Lucifer lowered his mask to reveal a cheeky smile on his immortal face.]

Not that I know of.

[Lies. Always lying.]

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[no_dreams_for_you]

[Something about that smile... it doesn't seem completely sincere.

On the other hand, Gaara will maintain his own neutral expression.]

That is fortunate. You seek companionship from the other residents, correct? Peaceful methods would garner more results.

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[beareroflight]

But the question is: Do peaceful methods always work?

And if you choose that route, are there any guarantees that you will receive such treatment?

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[no_dreams_for_you]

No. That is simply one option. Which method do you prefer?

There are no guarantees in life, aside from death. Each individual is different. Positive bonds do not always form from every attempt.

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[beareroflight]

I prefer a more realistic one.

Precisely my point. There are no guarantees. Not every human will treat you fairly. Most of them, even with all your kindness will revel at seeing you fall. So why attempt a human connection in the first place?

[Action - Either when he arrives or a few hours later]

[flamescout]

[Seriously, if Harry or Jaune didn't come to Everglade so frequently, Raye would avoid this place like the plague. She hates everything about this city. Raye holds nothing but contempt for the host of charlatans and frauds masquerading as fortune tellers. What's more, this place bombards her constantly with weird vibes and bad vibes. Everglade gives her a headache, and anyone who knows her well is fully aware that she's extra cranky whenever she comes back from this city.]

[When Raye ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.]

[She's already starting to feel a faint throbbing behind her temples that she's massaging with her fingertips as she starts on her way back to Genessia City. Her brow is deeply furrowed, and the frown she wears is a clear indication that she doesn't have time for other people's stupidity right now. She stalks down the street when she suddenly feels a hard rush of concentrated negative energy. It's like nothing she's ever felt before. Big surprise that TEH DEV0L would have bad vibes hitting her like a sledgehammer over the head. Raye stiffens, her head turned in the direction of the vibes' source. She'd better go check this out.]

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[beareroflight]

Perfect.

[That old man had no problem with Lucifer renting the place. The price for that old mansion was a little too steep, and he didn't have enough money to pay for more than 3 months rent. He'll just have to find a suitable job to acquire enough money to fund the complete purchase of the house. After all, he has nothing else to use the money on except the rent, and perhaps an occasional cigarette pack.]

[So there he was, exiting the house of the curator, contract on hand and preparing to light a cigarette when he felt Raye's presence. His silver eyes examining her body as if trying to look into her very soul.]

It is rude to stare.

[flamescout]

Like you're one to talk!

[Mr. Stares-A-Lot. No, she's not being subtle. Raye doesn't seem to know what that word means.]

What are you? And what are you doing here?

[beareroflight]

My, my. What a hot temper you have..

[Lucifer quickly disappears in a puff of obsidian smoke and reappears just as quickly behind Raye.]

..little girl.

So many questions, and I don't even know who you are.

[Not that he really cares about knowing her name.]

[flamescout]

[Raye stiffens and spins around, fists clenched. Watch it, buster, she's a black belt. And a hot temper, like he said.]

I asked you first.

[She's still creeped out by the way Mab said her name, she's not going to pass it out so readily anymore.]

[beareroflight]

Not nicely you didn't. And..

[There was a growing menacing grin on his face.]

..what about my nature? What's it to you?

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[polished_shooter]

He ran across the old mansion by pure bad luck at least that's how he perceived it as he walked inside the large looming gates. He stayed near the gate unwilling to go further when Cancer's where ranked so low that day taking the sixth spot according to Oha-Asa. He was about to move further inside when he heard a commotion near the entrance and looked back to see a dark figure near the entrance.

Cancer's seem to appreciate the good faith in people; be friendly!

He grimaced disliking when Oha-Asa gave advice like that. Still, he would follow it. Steeling his shoulders and clutching his lucky item in the palm of his hand - a purple commutative stamp - Midorima walked back to the entrance while trying to figure out how exactly to be friendly with a complete stranger who --Was that an eyepatch!!!!

His steps immediately halted. How unseemingly!

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[beareroflight]

People were always too curious. Too curious of things that were unusual. Norms had to be followed and uniqueness is a blithe to humanity. Something the fallen cherub has learned to understand.

His wound has happily settled after the encounter with the dark-haired healer. She seems promising. Perhaps someone whom he can use further in the future. But a part of him knows she'd be nothing but trouble for him. To avoid further 'caring' for such an old injury, Lucifer decided to patch his left eye. After all, there was no need to show off the one and only scar he has ever received because of the insane Alexiel.

Now that it was over and done with he descended to his lawn to arrange the matter of immediate scenery. The lawn was hideous and perhaps he can use his arcane powers to bring some life to it. After all, Earth was a barren wasteland before Heaven gave it some attention - so this was a task which proved to be too easy for him.

However, there was also a matter of an uninvited guest. To think that his home looked rather creepy, he expected no guests to pay his house any mind. So it was unique to have a man just staring back at him. "What do you want?", he said with a low and raspy voice shrouded by his leather mask.

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[polished_shooter]

He bristled at that question, indignant at being addressed so rudely.

He pushed up his glasses. "You're rather presumptions to think I'd want anything from you."

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[beareroflight]

There should be a raised brow upon his features as the other man spoke. However, that was far from his usual angelic nature. Instead, there was a condescending look radiating from his silver eyes. He inched closer and pointed his immaculate fingers behind the young human.

"Considering you've braved my house's gate, I'd certainly assume you need something from me.", he said with his tone full of pride. "Or are you the type to love intruding on other's territory?"

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[polished_shooter]

A look he returned with the same stack of displeasure.

He'd seen enough of the place to know it was abandoned, if the undisturbed cobwebs he glimpsed were any indication. Still, he was trying to follow Cancer's advice and be nice, but those next words made it all but impossible.

"This isn't a house," he clipped out. "It's a run down seat far past it's prime."

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[beareroflight]

The former angel feigned a hurt look. Almost as if his perfection was being questioned. "All this, because it is old?", he asked remembering that he himself was millions of years older than the house.

"Just because it is old, doesn't mean it has outlived its uses"