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TDM 006: SPECTRAL SPECTACLE
| TDM 006: SPECTRAL SPECTACLE |
00. Arrival This time, you come out of the water, the Nameless Island's own inherent energy drawing people in. It's like being suspended between realities and abruptly pushed from behind through a rift in dimensions. It may make you sick, or that might be the motion of the ocean, lifting you to the surface and carrying you to shore. Waterlogged and covered in sand, new arrivals will be greeted by robots who welcome them with towels and bracelet devices. The A5 card is already loaded up. Feel free to explore the Island, though there isn’t much to see. Most of the buildings are abandoned and in dire need of repair, and beyond the city lingers a thick fog that obscures much of the wilderness from view. Wander too far into this fog, and you will find yourself mysteriously looping back to where you began, your memories of what you were doing and how you got there erased. With that in mind, it may be wise to stake your claim on a rundown apartment, a tent on the beach, or a bed in the “comfortable” new barracks. Your inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each person's makeshift home. I. The Dragon's Matchmaking Welcome to the Island, cherub dragons! The auspicious actions of your fellow Islanders have foreseen the reintroduction of dragons to the world. Unlike the hulking, possessive creatures of ancient lore (and recent hot springs), these well-meaning little critters love to help. Their small size and roly-poly frames make them unsuited to laborious tasks, but they will be the perfect companion to any residents who endeavor to pick up a small item, wish for their lunch to be delivered to an absolute stranger, or need a fire started from a tiny, flaming sneeze in their drafty homes. If a cherub dragon sees an Islander they perceive in need of their assistance, they will zip right in and refuse to scram until they’ve done the job! No visible struggles? No problem! The little dragons also love to play matchmaker. Persistent dragons will gleefully nudge together Islanders they believe will have chemistry, and sometimes they aren’t wrong! Of course, even if sparks fail to fly, the dragons’ trilling songs are known to kindle romantic feelings between strangers and long-time lovers alike. II. Ruins While the Islanders have been enjoying their autumn relaxation, the ‘bots of Erku have been hard at work clearing the surrounding forests of dangers for their guests’ safe habitation. If you are of deft hand with monster slaying, forestry, or even just hauling debris and weed picking, the robots will gladly exchange credits for help with reconstructing the recently unearthed mountain temple grounds from the rubble that remains there. Just follow the path of gently glowing mushrooms to the site of the temple ruins. Beware of lurking creatures, grabby plants, and falling rocks!  The temple ruins are tall and breathtaking, despite the eerie chill of the fog that lingers just beyond. Or is it the fog that sends a shiver up your spine? After all, this place was very spiritually important to the original inhabitants of the Island, the robots say to anyone curious enough to ask. Although their own programming does not include religious worship, the Augur believes the restoration of this place to be vital to the continued augmentation of Eros energy. When questioned about the strange shadows that seem to slip from tree to tree, or the unsettling feeling of ghostly hands that seem to nudge volunteers deeper into the grounds, the robots respond with nothing but bafflement. Their sensors detect no unknown organic presence afoot. III. Ritual Islanders who chase those mysterious shadows may find themselves particularly drawn to a structure that lay deeper within the ruins, beyond where the robots have made the most progress. Three sets of crumbling, moss-covered stairs join to form a central platform, which - despite the overcast skies - seems to emit a soft glow. Those who step onto the platform may begin to hear a quiet, compelling voice, which urges them to be free of their inhibitions and to offer their energy to the spirits to be multiplied hundredfold. Visions of naked bodies in the throes of carnal worship dance before the eyes. Those who are especially spiritually sensitive - or perhaps, just lucky - may feel as if possessed by a consciousness that is not their own, and that consciousness is filled with a burning sexual desire. Leaving the platform is an option if alone, but the intense and overwhelming urge to seek companionship will persist until an Auspicious Act is completed. Those who are fortunate to be joined by company within the temple will feel compelled to worship right then and there, no matter the risk of being seen. Within the walls of the temple, Eros energy is enhanced such that any erotic act - big or small - will be enough to break the spell. N A V I G A T I O N |
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He hasn't even fully finished landing, cloak impossibly big for his frame and still fanning back and caught in the air, before he dips forward. Rising back up to his feet, and surging in quite suddenly close.
Because he's going to bring his arms up to try and scoop her up as well before she's realized what he's doing. And while he's gentle, he's strong and quite solid for being so slender. Oddly warm, too. ]
Please don't get mad with me just yet— [ It's quiet and right beside her ear, even as his eyes are fixed firmly ahead. A bridal-style carry wouldn't exactly be his grip of choice with someone less than clothed (and there was a small, small blush the moment he surged in, but he's an ace at shoving that kind of thing under the metaphorical rug, especially because that's unimportant right now), but... it's a little awkward to do much with his left hand as it is. Also—
His cloak whips around them for a moment, swirling as if caught in a sudden draft (or alive...?) and wrapping tight around her as well. Protectively, and fully covering her up as well. Although there is an oddly leaden sort of strength and weight to it as well, like being firmly tucked in or swaddled against his chest without needing any leverage. Hopefully without too much protest, although he wouldn't blame her if there is. He'll apologize later.
Because is he going to just take off like that then? Yes he is.
She's free to hit him all she wants. He's kind of expecting it, honestly. ]
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The shine from the manufactured light beams from the roof will add the final touch by making Allen seem as though he was shimmering.
It was all captivating! Time felt like it was moving so slowly until--
HE WAS STANDING RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER!
SCOOPING HER UP LIKE IT WAS THE EASIEST THING TO DO!]
H-Ho--!!
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WAIT, WHAT DO YOU MEAN NOT TO GET MAD JUST YET!?
HOW CAN SHE GET MAD WHEN HER CHEST AND HEAD WAS POUNDING SO LOUDLY!? WHY WAS IT POUNDING? WHAT WAS GOING ON!?]
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There will a lot of squirming and simply trying to get out of his arms because again TOO CLOSE TOO CLOSE TOO CLOSE.]
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Just enough to realize, it was the cloak that was making her feel this way, offering her such a soothing and calming effect...she was no longer internally panicking, not even when a mysterious looking mask was close in her proximity.
Her heart was still pounding at an alarming rate especially when she could literally feel his arms over her naked form, touching her skin. His left arm was awkwardly cradling her. The very hand she had wanted to touch her, it was enough to give her goosebumps all over. Face now turning all too hot for comfort.
A piece of her wanted to cover her face instead she could hear the persistent whispers begging her to do whatever it takes to keep him from leaving with her. Nike's eyes will darken slightly, hands now touching his chest realizing-- he was stronger than he looked.
She could feel a firm muscle over his uniform, searching for a good spot to grab, there was a lot of interesting decorations all over him that she didn't want to ruin them but knew it was important to hold on for dear life. Using her other hand, her intention was to reach for the other side of his face, to pull his attention to her, and ask to reconsider. Except he didn't give her the luxury nor time because he was moving again.
All she can do was cling to him as closely as she could, making attempts to push her breasts onto him only to find the cloak was not only blocking her but covering her up! What should she do? Whispering a spell in a language sounding more like hisses than anything else, she had every intention to summon the wind and have it blow heavily into the temple through the nearby holes of the rooftop from the outside. All with the effort to block him from escaping by literally trying to use the heavily concentrated draft to keep them from leaving by literally pushing them back down.]
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There's a grimace and he braces himself when the wind seems to pick up out of nowhere and buffets him. The temple, trying to keep them from going? Or, no... ]
—! [ Her, maybe. Realizing the strange whispering sound was coming from Nike this time.
So—was she a priestess then? Or was it the souls taking hold of her, not wanting to let her go? Either way he probably should have asked more before asking, but he could feel his own hold slipping the longer he stayed in that place... Iron will against temptation he might have, that wasn't something he was going to keep tempting fate on. Not when it was getting to both of them and would clearly only keep warping them.
The wind whips the edges of his cloak back and force with an audible crack and his grimaces again, considering his options and tucking closer for a moment to try and shield her from the worst of it.
(Yes, even if she's the cause.)
This really isn't ideal, and for some reason it's a lot harder to focus on his synchronization... even if it's not enough for someone else like Nike to notice, he feels sluggish. Like he's out of tune with Crown Clown somehow. ]
Really... [ Gravity, however, is on his side. The stairs led up to the altar, and since he's not retracing his unconventional entrance he continues to hop down it in long jumps, stopping every now and then to brace himself lest they be knocked clean off. ]
Please hold on. [ Completely overlooking the fact she's the cause of it? Apparently. ]
I don't want to drop you.
[ Please stop fighting him is what he means; might be why there's an almost sad sort of way he murmurs it, eyes still ahead but somehow a little faraway. But he also knows better than to ask. ]
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The spirit's hold on her was growing in strength as she feels her consciousness drowning with explicit images passing through her mind in a quick session. It was taking everything she had to remained anchor into reality. Mainly due to wanting to make absolutely certain her wind abilities do not directly harm the boy. She would never forgive herself if she left a single scar on him.
The wind was basically acting as a column to block them from leaving by pinning them down. Or trying to, anyway. She wasn't putting all of her strength into her spell.
Unfortunately, she couldn't answer him, or else the wind would stop the minute she closes her mouth, a detail she did not want the spirits to learn. No need to have them literally claw their way into her soul. And yet, she felt something was trying to force its way inside of her! What else can she do?
Save him.
Loosening her grip on him entirely, looking up at him with pleading eyes to let her go, save himself, and leave her behind. Everything he was now doing for her -- it wasn't worth the hassle. She wasn't worth it. If he didn't want to help her with the spirits, then he should just move on and forget everything. If only she could erase his memories, but it'd be an impossible feat without the tea from her country to weakened his mental defenses.
Reaching for the side of his face, pulling him down to look at her as he leaps majestically, with watery eyes but a forced smile, she'll mouth to him: Please leave me behind. It hurts. They are trying to force their way in.]
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What the fuck is happening, seriously. None of this makes any sense.She might notice the thing that's let him move more easily is also that the fringes of his cloak—ragged, and feathery like the edges of wings—seem to be helping push and anchor him alternatively to help him keep balance. At least until he comes to what seems to be a small... tornado? blocking the path ahead.
Ah, well that's... not ideal. He might be able to get through, but she might get hurt in the process. And it is enough to make him reconsider if he's doing the right thing for a moment. Just a moment, at least.
The hand on his face makes him blink however, catching him offguadd and grabbing his attention as much as if she'd just splashed him with water. Was that— Were those...
...tears?
He stiffens, actually. Eyes fluttering wide in wordless alarm and realization. No. He did not make the wrong call, and she might notice his entire posture shift and muscles tighten, holding her reflexively closer as his gaze darts sharply to the corridor wall.
And to the gaping hole of a window outside. ]
2/2 i am so sorry for him
Did he hurl himself bodily through the window instead? With Nike in tow? Of course, path of least resistance. Also he's shounen.
Although he didn't check the height first. ]
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The act of shounen athletics by literally jumping out of a high up story window will leave Nike beyond speechless.
THIS IS WHY SHE WANTED TO BE IN A SHOUNEN! THIS. IS. WHY.She'll be grabbing onto Allen for dear life by wrapping her arms around his neck without a second thought as she, tries with all her might concentrate her powers on this situation but failing terribly! A loud "WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!?" will be heard for miles on end as she accidentally amplifies her voice.
Does she have time to look down and summon a whirlwind to at least slow down their fall? GIVE HER A FEW SECONDS TO GET THE LAST WHY OUT AND SHE MIGHT!
JUST WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY!
Now she can concentrate better, but by the time she tries to open her mouth to summon the whirlwind, it may be too late or too close to the ground to really do much. It's all up to how amazingly talented this boy was.
Or lucky.]
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Although that certainly frees him up to not have to worry as much about her getting injured in the process. Though her shrieking in his ear doesn't help and does disorient him a little for a moment, ow...
The wind current isn't needed though; he does sometimes know what he's doing, and the window wasn't so high up that he would need to slow his fall like he had in the altar room. He knows how to brace (or not, rather) in order to land in a crouch, solidly with his boots planted and skidding along the forest floor.
Or at least that is what he was intending. But she did disorient him slightly, and with the extra weight of carrying a person he pitches forward and rolls from the momentum the moment his feet touch the ground. Tipping end over end, but at least having the presence of mind to tuck around the girl he's carrying in the process like an armadillo.
He's mostly covered in ethereal body armor and wears specially made armor-like clothing. She's less so. ]
—! [ It's a surprised, slightly pained grunt as they roll because ow, his back. Rocks and sticks hurt. But it's nothing damaging and they come to a stop in some underbrush after a very equally fast and long moment. Just... give him a moment to lie here and just... catch his breath... he's kind of winded.... ]
Haaaaah....
Thank goodness. [ Small wheeze. He still can't move. ]
I was afraid it was going to be higher up than that.
[ Don't ask how they've landed. He doesn't know down from up right now. He's done his best to not squish her though. ]
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Not only did he fall from literally the sky, but he also jumped out a window while carrying her! Not to mention landed on the ground and rolled down the hill while protecting her for who knows how long!!!
It was due to his efforts in doing all of this she didn't have a single mark on her. All she can complain about was feeling sore because they were literally rolling down a hill together! He may have tried to avoid squishing her, but there was still weight to the fall and having him on her!
All this time she had her eyes squeezed tightly while holding onto him for dear life! She was never going to let him go! Or the cloak wrapped around her. Which its hold wasn't as tight as before...
What position are they currently in? She knew he was close by because she can literally hear his breath. And his voice. The heartbeat she was hearing must be her own though. Which begs the question, why was she so afraid of opening her eyes?
For now, she'll just use her other senses to decipher her situation. She can feel the cloak's warmth! That was confirmed. Tightening her grip, she will feel the material of this boy's uniform, the one she had noticed before leaping out the window. Unintentionally, she will end up following the lines of his figure until feeling something cold. Oh, a metal, huh?
Her fingers will end up following the form of the decoration, it was tough to tell what it was when keeping her eyes close. Okay, what else? There was something very warm close by. It was inviting. She could not help follow the body heat until something else invades her senses.]
...rain...?
[No, it wasn't raining. There was more to it. This scent reminded her a little after a rain shower except it held a more refreshing twist to it. Chilly. Soothing. Was this mint? And yet it had a more of dry earth to it too. If she put all of those descriptions together then...]
You're so warm, and yet you remind me of winter.
[Ursula's face will appear in her mind especially of the floating white stuff that fell from her country's sky. What was it called again? It was white, cold, and fluffy...?]
Rain sings out for the world to hear, snow sings silently in their head...
[That definitely describes this boy well. IF YOU IGNORE THEIR CRAZY MOVEMENTS! But overall, she now knew the position they were in, all the more reason for her to squirm to find she was laying on his right arm, one of her legs was over him, and her hands were gripping his uniform tightly while she was so close to the side of his neck, enough to feel the radiating warmth and scent.
If Nike could admit she was comfortable, it'd be an understatement. For now, she figures it'll be okay to remain close to him, to change the positions where she'll get off his right arm and lean further, deeper into his neck as she scoots and places her weight on the right side of his chest instead, hand on the center while his right leg was between her own. Now if she was still under the effects of the spirits from before, she couldn't tell because she was far too exhausted to think right now. All she knew was -- his scent was soothing, inviting, and simply put felt safe to her.
Closing her eyes shut, she'll unconsciously hide her face into his neck.]
...I'm glad it wasn't so high up.... [A beat.] Are you okay...? Your right arm isn't broken or in pain, right?
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...reddish hair? ]
Ah...
[ The top of her head, as she's most definitely snuggled into him. So very calmly so, and said something like that of all things. Something that makes him just blink for a moment in pure, dumbfounded consternation instead of reacting with fluster and bluster.
"Winter"?
Or, no—maybe it was the dreamy sort of way she'd pressed her face against his chest and Crown Clown when she said that which made him freeze.
He blinks again, so very conscious of exactly where she is, how warm she is almost to the point of being too much so which is how he knows, and is equally so very conscious to not move a muscle. Not even a little. Don't breath, don't shift his knee even if he wants to squirm so very badly, don't sit up; nothing. And he's tightened up and is so very still that he's like the proverbial pin waiting to drop.
Well, although he does move a little. He shifts his right arm slightly when she asks about it, as if confirming he really is alright, but not enough to really jostle her. Just the most minimal of movement needed. His left is still draped across her and the cloak still around her shoulders from how they fell, and he's just so incredibly cognizant to not move, not even that, that he stays there like that.
A single claw flexes into the ground behind her, but only lightly and not something that's noticeable. ]
I'm fine. [ It's a little—odd. The way he paused for a long moment before responding, then seems to brush on rather quickly like he hadn't froze at all. ]
It's okay. [ It's very gentle, though. Softly spoken, and completely disconnected from how it seems like his entire body is holding its breath. A faint note of what could be awe, perhaps—or just utter and complete shock—but that's it. And unlike her, his own eyes are very much wide open. ] Something like that won't hurt me.
[ Going on more gently, plainly: ]
Are you alright?
[ He doesn't just mean from the landing, but won't embarrass her by asking directly. ]
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Again, it was tough to tell and she didn't want to think about it too much, not when it all feels...comfortable.
Nike will remain in her spot a few moments longer, mulling over everything that had transpired. Her mind was beginning to feel better, clearer. The earlier rough waves in her consciousness are beginning to feel easier to remain afloat. Unfortunately with her mind beginning to find clarity, her memories will begin to awash instead. Her last moments before arriving in this world, broken promises, whispers from the spiritual calamity, having witnessed the ruins of the Sky Dukedom, being forgiven by those who lost their home and relatives, and when Nephero tried to--
Are you alright?
Such a simple question. It sharply tugged her to the reality of the situation once more: this boy rescued her. If he hadn't forcefully taken her away, then she would've remained there and waited for someone to come into the temple. Then she is reminded of having once told Livi she wasn't ready to have sex with him. Having said those words to her fiance, and yet was more than willing to with others...
Would the situation have been similar to the night with Nephero if she had gone through with it? How did he turn out? He lost his eyesight and mobility. Not to mention feeling intense pain for the rest of his days...
And yet, and yet, and yet...
She broke another promise! She really wanted to help those spirits. They weren't bad! Those thoughts weren't a lie. Not entirely. She really, really, really wanted to try. Even if a piece of her wanted to scream and run!
Why was she feeling so many conflicted emotions? Nike will bite her bottom lip hard, trying to hide the fact she wanted to sob, but Allen may notice his uniform growing wet from all her tears as she couldn't help shivering. Nike felt so bad! Awful! Why couldn't she do anything right? Why was she so useless? Was this the reason Livi could never trust her with other men or had gotten the wrong attention from them? Was this her fault?]
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Ah... crap.
He hesitates for a moment, unsure if he should even try to say anything or ask, but he doesn't even know what what among a good many possible reasons is what's upsetting her so much. So...
So he brings his arms up very carefully. Gingerly, mostly so as not to startle her but maybe a little for his own sake as well, but crossing around her back to circle her into a hug. So very lightly, with just the smallest amount of pressure at her back to make it one, and more like just protectively caging her in somewhere safe. Like he's somewhat afraid to touch her, but is setting that aside for now.
But he tucks a small amount closer, letting his chin rest lightly against her temple and finally letting out a small breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding then.
It's alright. He won't pry by asking; she can stay there and cry as long as she wants.
Somehow in trying to comfort her though, he's finally relaxed a little himself. ]
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However, she did not take into account she couldn't control the shivering or the tears. He was going to notice the dampness of his very nice uniform. Damn, why were all military uniforms like this? Leaving little room for skin? She understood the practicality, but it did not help her right now!
It was too late to do much now. All she can do was allow those few tears to escape, learn to calm down, and find a good moment to pull away and remove her tears. Of course once she was done she would offer her gratitude to the boy beneath her. Apologize for getting in his space or for saying such weird things. Try her best to part in good terms.
It was a good plan...
Until the twist came in the form of a cage being formed around her.
And not just any cage -- it was a positive one, an almost protective one. Private, in a way, as though he was consenting for her to remain on him a little longer.
Her eyes may open wide upon feeling him so close to her now and yet his grip on her wasn't tight -- it was still loose. Nike will freeze for a moment regarding the gesture, almost wondering if she was allowed this. Can she even accept it? Livi would hate this if he could see her...
It isn't until she feels the breath leaving his lips and his body begin to relax. It will dawn on her that -- he was not only allowing this, but was okay with this.
This nervous wreck of a boy who has been avoiding staring directly into her eyes and acting all flustered was now relaxed...?
That was more than enough to reach her heart and knock the last of her defenses. She couldn't hold it in any more! The urge to sob, to weep from the very depths of her soul -- she was allowed to release every pent up emotion in her very core.
Nike was finally able to let it all go. Allow herself to be comforted, to be held, and to just......recharge. He may be holding her loosely, but she will wrap her arms around him tightly and hold on to for dear life as she goes deeper in his neck, trying to avoid crying too loudly in his ears. It was the least she can do for him! For everything he has done!
...thank you...]
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Something doesn't seem right.
Pressing his lips together in some concern, he lets his arms drop ever so slightly. Not awkwardly, but—carefully? Like it's something he's very mindful of, letting his arms wrap more gently and deliberately around her. Not tightly, but to give her what little comfort it feels like he can offer. He might be good with words when it comes to this, not that he would think he is, but...
Honestly, he's a bit at a loss. Other than her pain is quite sharp and real, whatever the true cause of it, and even if he hates seeing anyone cry, it feels like a stab to his own heart with how deep that hurt seems to be. It's why he hates it so much when others cry and can't help but be moved, especially a girl sobbing like something's being torn from her.
It echoes and lodges in his own chest. Of course he can't help but want to do something to make it better.
So he'll just do the little he can—offer her a hug and a place to cry—until her sobs start to subside. ]
It'll be okay, miss Nike. [ It's gentle. And something he'll only say only when she starts to quiet, although he won't move until she seems ready for him to. ]
You'll be okay now.
[ They can both pretend he just means what happened to her back in the temple, if that's easier for her. ]
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Not to mention having to juggle with Livi's feelings as well. A detail she didn't regret giving time for. It was important to hear his side of the story concerning Ursula and Alto. A key detail...
Ah, just thinking about it was making her realize how much she needed this hug and moment. She couldn't imagine having done this with her own fiance...
Which added more guilt...
Lowering her head, it won't be long until the sobbing will slowly come to an end, she was now only weeping. The hurt won't magically go away, but it was the first good step. With time, she was certain she could learn to forgive herself...
Maybe...
"You'll be okay now."
.........
Wait, did he just....?
Ah, right, she was crying on him, and maybe very concerned about her well-being right now, but...]
I-It's... [A pause. Damn crack voices.] It's Nike.
[Oh boy now she sounded a little peeved without meaning to.]
I won't get off you...until you drop the "miss".
[And true to her word, she'll hold onto him even more tightly just to prove her point. Good thing she was hiding in his neck because he can't see her red face right now.]
...drop it...there's no need to be so formal around me...considering....the circumstances....
[He saw her naked already! Why be polite? At least, that's how she sees it.....]
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HURK, she's grabbing him kind of tight. Wait, is she upset?! This seems kind of like a threat?? Sort of?! Was it something he said? What does she mean, the circ— ]
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[ Oh. ]
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[ Stop being confused and just go with it, Allen. ]
Okay, okay. [ Nervous chuckle is nervous. And unfortunately accompanied by a bit of an involuntary squirm. Maybe she actually is crazy. Who is this girl, anyway... I mean, he's really sure of his instincts. She seems like a good person. The kind of person who would sacrifice themselves for something beyond them.
But she might also be a little crazy. And naked. While clinging to him with a death grip.
He gives her a small pat on the back, though. Very gingerly. And over the cloak. ]
I promise. [ It's still sheepish, but gentler. ] Just "Nike", then?
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With the way he begins to lightly tab her back and promise to call her by just her name, it made her realize: she found a good weakness! Too bad she had no way of exploiting it. Unless.....could she use this moment to do so than having to threaten to take her dress off....? Hm.
Unconsciously, a growing smile will form as she decides to finally let him go after he promised and pull back to get a better look at his face. Ah!
HE REALLY IS PRETTIER THAN SHE REMEMBERS!
It was difficult to not blush or be absolutely stunned by what she was looking at. Or while thinking about the events they had just experienced a few moments ago. A mere stranger literally jumped out a window for her! What more can she say? Who would ever go this far for her? From a stranger, no less!?
It really did leave a heavy impression. Enough to...]
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By giving him a spontaneous peck on the cheek with the tattoo, or rather the scar. Her lips will feel it was deeper than that.
The kiss may last a little longer until...]
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Thanks....for saving me and...
[A small smirk!]
For letting me pull your arm a tiny bit! It was fun...being on the other end of teasing someone.
[She'll stick out her tongue a tiny bit before revealing the return of her white dress as she attempts to tease the idea of purposely lowering the cloak off her chest.]
Although, I'm not the best at it...
[Which is the truth!]
Anyway! I just wanted to prove my appreciation for everything you've done. I'm just a little sad I wasn't able to appreciate you a little more.
[Again, another truth! HOW THE HECK DID THE SPIRIT DISTRACT HER FROM STARING AT HIM THE ENTIRE TIME? HOW!? SHE MISSED A BEAUTIFUL OPPORTUNITY TO GAWK ALL SHE WANTED!]
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