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Lotlhuitl says, "oh"
Haruhi Noriega says, "fear me"
Lotlhuitl says, "No."
Haruhi Noriega says, "fuk u"
{Item} You drop Mythril Cuisse.
{Item} You drop Mythril Cuirass.
{Item} You picked up Mythril Cuisse.Dropped by Haruhi Noriega. .
{Item} You picked up Mythril Cuirass.Dropped by Lotlhuitl. .
{Item} You drop Mythril Cuirass.
{Item} You picked up Steel x3.Dropped by Haruhi Noriega. .
{Item} You picked up Mythril Cuirass.Dropped by Lotlhuitl. .
{Item} You drop Mythril Cuirass.
{Item} You picked up Mythril Cuirass.Dropped by Lotlhuitl. .
{Item} You drop Mythril Cuirass.
{Item} You drop Shirt.
{Item} You picked up Mythril Cuirass.Dropped by Lotlhuitl. .
{Item} You picked up Shirt.Dropped by Lotlhuitl. .
{Item} You drop Mythril Cuisse.
{Item} You picked up Mythril Cuisse.Dropped by Haruhi Noriega. .
{Item} You drop Shirt.
{Item} You picked up Shirt.Dropped by Lotlhuitl. .
{Item} You drop Shirt.
{Item} You picked up Shirt.Dropped by Lotlhuitl. .
Lotlhuitl says, "ACCIDENT"
{Item} You picked up Large Bow.Dropped by Haruhi Noriega. .
{Item} You drop Large Bow.
{Item} You drop Circlet.
{Item} You picked up Circlet.Dropped by Lotlhuitl. .
{Item} You picked up Torch.Dropped by Haruhi Noriega. .
{Item} You drop Circlet.
{Item} You picked up Circlet.Dropped by Lotlhuitl. .
{Item} You drop Circlet.
{Item} You picked up Circlet.Dropped by Lotlhuitl. .
{Item} You drop Circlet.
{Item} You picked up Circlet.Dropped by Lotlhuitl. .
You learned the spell Illusion Flurry.
"Again..!"

Lotlhuitl was relentless.

It seemed she was deadly serious about her quest to, well, stop being fate's plaything.

She and Haruhi had started fighting when the sun was still up, training on the rocky cliffs where the ocean met the swamps. Salt sprayed both of them.

A storm was coming.

There was no cheerful banter. There was tension and, well, an undercurrent of anger and frustration as Haruhi succeeded in dropping her again, and again.

Lotlhuitl was bloodied. Not through injury -- though she may well be sore tomorrow -- but through the use of her own particular brand of magics. Her own blood swirled around her. Wielded as a weapon.

The frustration was obviously getting to the feline woman. She was dishevelled. Gaze wild. Expression deadly serious. Her ears pinned back, tail flicking out as she seemed to regard her friend - her dearest friend - with an increasing amount of, well, fury.

How was she so much better than her?

That feeling of wrongness had been steadily building. Reality shuddering and warping around Lotlhuitl as she willed herself to push through. To win! To succeed! Willed herself to change, to be the best. The world around them shuddered, though, looking directly at Lotlhuitl?

At first glance: Everything was fine.

It was only in ones peripheral vision that reality distinctly appeared corrupted... or.. perhaps confused, or even broken. There was a flickering visual glitch - a glimpse into the abyss: a glimpse of the Nagual's shattered soul, with its rows and rows of twisted and broken mirrors.

Her eyes shone with a horrible pale green intensity. A sickly force radiating from her.

And that was the point at which she became aware of Rai.

"Face me."
(Lotlhuitl)
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Rai had returned bearing spoils from something, at his side now, a katana made of mythril where once there was a dagger, the empty sheith on his right side showing that the dagger was likely sold in replacement.

His eyes landed upon the two who had been battling, eyes watching Haruhi as she fought, glancing to Lotlhuitl as she wielded her newfound power. The power he sought to make his. Even if she held the same views, the same pains, even if she deserved it.. So did he.

The illusionist's magics began to spread about the craggy cliffs, feeling the wrongness of her sin and bringing it to himself, mimicking it's outward radiance, jagged and sharp as the shards of her soul had made it. His own soul was not quite so shattered, his own was slowly carving it's own mask in pursuit of the power. A mask for every last person who had what he wanted. For now, affection, in time..

He pulled his blade and sheath from his belt, locking the weapon into it's sheath as he grins.

"Certainly."
Perhaps he could steal just a little bit of her power.. maybe that little bit would be enough to push him over the edge so that he could begin his fall and hope to land where he was aiming.
(Rai Yasahiro)
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It was little more than practice, you know.

Blood and lightning and solid blue force swirling and slamming against each other. A cascade of small victories that added up to a clear score. Time and time again, Haruhi wraps a crackling whip of blood around Lotlhuitl's waist before pointing her spear right at her chest. A ball of blue energy forms and grows during the constriction, before -

DOOF.

She sends her flying for what feels like the last of a dozen times.

Under her mask is a mix of amusement and worry, fighting for dominance over her expression. While she enjoys the combat (and certainly enjoys victory, again and again), the look on her friend's face disallows her from simply indulging in the passion of the false conflict.

She remains largely silent so as to avoid setting off one trigger or another - she'd seen in this short of a time just how unstable Lotlhuitl could get, and it seemed to her that this little bout of sparring with the intent to improve Lotlhuitl's level of skill did little but bring out all of her imperfections to the point that she wielded them like a weapon the same way that she might wield her blood.

... worrying.
(Haruhi Noriega)
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Haruhi Noriega whispers something.

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Rai Yasahiro says, "Not bad, not bad."
Rai Yasahiro says, "KIck it up a notch."
Perhaps wisely, Rai kept his distance. A tactic which increasingly frustrated Lotlhuitl.

Reality shivered in her wake. Reflections occurring where reflections had no right to be. She lashed out at him with blood and water, buffeted him by wind.

Perhaps the fight would have been over quickly, if it wasn't for the illusions which fought on Rai's side. Darkness obscured her vision. The Nagual had screamed, surprised and frustrated by the tactic. Relying on her sharp hearing to summon down bolts of lightning which struck Rai, chipped away at his health.

And when her vision cleared? He had summoned a daemon!

Exhausted, for a second it looked like Rai might gain the upper hand: she'd truly been going all out, letting herself be led by her intense emotions.

Lotlhuitl's ears pinned backwards, her entire body tensing.. before in a flash of lightning she had appeared behind Rai, allowing a swirling cloud of Miasma to buffet him. Blind him. And then with a whip of water, she tripped him.

Panting, dripping with thick, red, bloody ichor, Lotlhuitl stared first at Rai, then at Haruhi.

"Again..!"
(Lotlhuitl)
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Rai slowly was increasing the rate in which he was embracing his own jealousy, the shadows of the woman moving at such an aggressive manner that it was almost clear where her mind was. Every detail of her form, her thoughts, her emotions, all of it seemed so.. Familiar. Were it not for the illusionist's grounding to what was and knowing how to manipulate it, he would have thought himself fighting his very reflection

Slowly bringing forth stronger and more versatile daemons between punishing distraction. Though the power wasn't enough.. It was never enough unless it was theirs. He was sure he knew exactly where her power came from. He wanted it, he needed it, his heart bled for the needs of others. His mind became consumed with the emotion, staring point blank into her power and walking through it as if it were his own

Hisstance widened, his stone shell fell away and shadows burned across his body, the feeling of something grating upon existence suffusing his own reality. He was slowly tainting with anger and sorrow that what wasn't his simply wasn't his.

"Give me more.."

His blade was held up once more, he would fight the woman until her aura became so familiar that it became his if he had to.
(Rai Yasahiro)
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Lotlhuitl had learnt how Rai worked.

And, to her surprise, even though the two of them had embraced different schools of magic (she, blood and lightning, and he, illusion and earth) somehow there was something so fucking intimately familiar about him.

Something which buoyed her mood intensely.

He was jealous of her.

Smiling, grinning, dimples at her cheeks, hair wild and gaze wilder: she laughed.

This time, it didn't matter how many daemons Rai summoned. What darkness called up to use against her. He fought valiantly, of course: each round he succeeded in chipping away her health, vastly more than she would have cared to admit!

In fact, in the final round, he succeeded at disorienting her enough that she almost threw herself off the cliff and into the oceans below..

But it was all to no avail.

Lotlhuitl, grinning now, had spun to face him. Her keen hearing had picked his movements out (correctly detecting Rai, instead of his daemon!).

Her eyes had been clouded with darkness. His darkness. But the world around them shimmered, reflections occurring where no reflection had any right to occur. There was an overwhelming sense of wrongness as Lotlhuitl, acting on impulse alone, thrust out a still-blood-dripping hand towards her green-haired friend.

she could feel him. his powers. his abilities. everything that made Rai Yasahiro who he was.

Mirrors. One was given the sense of reality shattering somewhat, of the world twisting some 90 degrees.. before everything righting itself again.

Rai would have felt a surge of will from the Nagual brush against his very soul as Lotlhuitl proceeded to banish the shadows which he had summoned up against her.

The blessed-of-Ixchel stepped sideways, and somehow she'd ended up behind Rai. Reality twisted around the Nagual, aberrance lurking at the edge of consciousness.

"Boo."
Lotlhuitl breathed into Rai's ear, a finger pressed up against his pulse.

She'd obviously won. Outclassed him.

And so here she was, smiling, almost reaching up to affectionately stroke his cheek with a bloodied hand.. when the grinning Nagual became aware of Ezperanza....

Watching.
(Lotlhuitl)
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test?

(Lotlhuitl)
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The young girl quietly arrived onto the scene, a bit groggy, a bit full of wanderlust. It would appear that Rai and Lothuitl were getting acquainted.

"Say, Rai, this a new girlfriend or something?"

As groggy as she may be, Esper began to appraise the other figure.

Coalition Dress. Nagual, Full Blooded. Not bad looking.

"I approve."
(Ezperanza)
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Rai fought with an increasing desire for what wasn't his, what should be his. That desire turned his normally sporadic and relaxed attitude in combat that begged to pull out every trump card and specialty that belonged to another to add to his own repertoire changed dramaticly.

He fought like a snake that had found exactly where to bite, the woman before him was so familiar it was like a mirror that stared back. A mirror staring at a mask created just for someone else, yet the image presented was without. His blade trailed behind him, or.. did it? No, it was in his hands. His earth spells they seemed.. no wait.. they were.. were they? Reality itself was bent to the will of the two as the ever-present aura that surrounded the two became.. Amplified.

What was wrong from Lotlhuitl mirrored in turn to her own presence of power. There was something wrong with both of them.

He felt it, the call to his very soul, the pull of power opening his eyes to the true power that lied before him and one of it's greatest possibilities. The sense of complete understanding to a single person.. Then the feeling was washed away as the sin overwhelmed him, both furious and disheartened, yet calm and..

The man turned slowly as Lotlhuitl breathed into his ear, her hand on his cheek it confused him slightly, but there was a fondness in his gaze. Power begetting power, mirrored lives and pains. To be Consumed by, and to Consume the very nature of this power.

He murmured as his head ever so slightly leaned into her touch. "You win."

His eyes glanced over to Ezperanza in that moment and furrowed his brow.

"Uhh.. What?"
(Rai Yasahiro)
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Ezperanza says, "You two seem to fit each other so well. Aha~"
Lotlhuitl retracted from Rai. Her blood, thick and viscous and (perhaps horrifyingly) filled with subtle movements, marked his cheek.

Was she a new girlfriend? "No." She answered.

Gone was the smile, the grin.

The Nagual's serious expression had returned.

In truth, Lotlhuitl was not normally one to smile. She didn't consider herself a 'smiler.' She frowned at frivolity.

"I am the wife of Warchief Xoconan, Lotlhuitl of the Cruxati."

Simple words, but spoken in a way which suggested deeper meaning: I am dangerous. Be afraid of me. Envy my power.
(Lotlhuitl)
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Lotlhuitl 's blood crawled across Rai's skin, loong after she'd retracted her hand..
(Lotlhuitl)
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Simply watching the spectacle. It appears that another was found, so it would seem.

Another sin.

Yet, she didn't really mind it for whatever reason. Esper quietly nodded, and quietly gave a small bow to the both of them. Subservience, submission.
(Ezperanza)
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Rai furrowed his brow at Ezperanza, his left eye seemed.. darker.

"Yeah, she's married, Ezper."

His mind was.. distracted. Something about the blood on his cheek seemed to both disturb him and at the same time calm him. A pervasive feeling of pressure existed somewhere nearby, a black spark of what might have been electricity rested in the palm of Lotlhuitl's hand, conceived purely of shadow and lies made.. real. A replication of a sensation, a light pressure against the palm.

"How are you doing today, Ezper?"
(Rai Yasahiro)
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Ezperanza says, "I'm okay Rai, I'm glad you found a friend."
Ezperanza says, "I... was wondering around, and I guess I found you."
Lotlhuitl says, "Hmn."
Lotlhuitl asks, "Do you live nearby?"
Rai Yasahiro says, "She lives in the mountains of Tongesheng, where Haruhi is from"
Lotlhuitl exclaims, "Oh!"
Lotlhuitl says, "It's very beautiful there."
Ezperanza says, "It is miss."
Rai Yasahiro says, "It really is."
Ezperanza says, "I think I have to get going, maybe I need more rest."
Rai Yasahiro says, "Alright then, be careful."
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[21:55] Lotlhuitl and Haruhi finally found Xoconan.

"Xoconan!"

The Nagual runescribe called to him, jumping down from the rocky outcrop, a vantage point she has been using to watch over who came and went from Cruxati.

Her blue-black hair had streamed out behind her with the motion, lightning crackling over her willowy form as she made landing at just about the only patch of dry land in the swamps.

The woman moved towards her husband with purpose, plainly, she was relieved to see him. But as she neared him, something gave her pause.

Zahhual's bracers.

Xoconan wore Zahhual's bracers. Seeing that, realising that made reality shift and tremble around the Nagual woman. Her green eyes took on a distinctly metallic sheen.

But still, she reached for him.

Haruhi wasn't even given a second glance. The Nagual presumed her friend was still behind her.
(Lotlhuitl)
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[22:02] Little more than a hanger-on, or at least that's how it feels.

An ill-advised journey, even if it's one that she needs to make, and one that Haruhi would rather hadn't happened at all - but one that makes it necessary for her to accompany Lotlhuitl.

She carries the spear that felled her mother - likely a familiar weapon to the one that slew its wielder. She wears a fox mask that obscures her expression, though crimson eyes are visible through the slits.

When the time comes to jump, so she does. When the time comes to follow, so she does. When Lotlhuitl approaches her husband, Haruhi stands next to her with a relatively relaxed stance, though there's some degree of tension in her muscles.

"Greetings, Warchief."

A sober tone, and respectful enough. She punctuates the greeting with a short nod.
(Haruhi Noriega)
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[22:05] Patrol.

A test for his newly armored hands, he hoped. Encased in the darkened Arcanium, form obscured in a strange mist. One unnatural, compared to the rest of the swamp.

Something was not right.

He floated, idly, glancing up at hearing his name. Confusion racking his face for the briefest of moments, before a smile came to his face. "Lotl..." Darker. Almost...

Possessive.

He reached a hand out, stroking it across her back, a cold, tingling sensation following the tread of his hand even through whatever she might have been wearing. A sensation that permeated to the very bone.

A glance went to Haruhi. "Do I know you?" A brow raised at Anaxes spear, lips curling into a frown.

He'd given that particular trophy to someone else.
(Xoconan)
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[22:07] Haruhi waves her free hand, before tapping the spear on the ground.

"Haruhi Noriega. Anaxes killed my mother."

She leaves it at that, unless he wishes to pry a little further. No intense reactions one way or another.
(Haruhi Noriega)
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[22:11] Lapis Valerius says, "He has blue hair. Of course he's not smart."
[22:17] "Haruhi is my friend."

Lotlhuitl let her husband trace his hand across her back, still clad in the Coalition's heavy woolen cloak. Suitable to the Jianghuan climes, less suitable for the intensely humid swamps.

She was no energy magi, but Lotl could feel the corruption rolling from him. She could feel it sink into her bones.

It made her soul ache.

Her tail swished back and forth beneath her cloak as she allowed Xoconan to draw her closer to him.

Corruption bubbled and rose within Lotlhuitl. Increasingly, the atmosphere around Xoconan and Lotlhuitl would surely become one of envy, of wrongness, and that was only considering Lotlhuitl's own aberrant powers.. powers which were being drawn out in the presence of her husband.

But for now? Lotlhuitl managed to hold her emotions in check.

"I've been looking for you." Lotl breathed, her own hand tracing up his body to gently cup his cheek.

"On the beach, in Ardent. I told you that I would find a solution. Remember?"
(Lotlhuitl)
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[22:24] His eyes couldn't seem to leave the cat-masked girl. A friend.

He didn't recall ever meeting her. Ever having her mentioned. Infact, as far as he could tell, she was a stranger.

What was a stranger doing in a meeting like this? His brow quirked at the display of magic, heat rising in the swamp despite it. A natural reaction to her aura. Something was certainly wrong about the duo...

"I can tell..." One of the gauntlets hands came to rest against her hand. The sensation was chilling, a visible fog following, an otherworldly red in color.

"Did you figure something out then, dear?"
(Xoconan)
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[22:27] Haruhi peels off her mask to reveal her face. Underneath is a friendly-enough smile, though hints of worry linger behind it. Her arm hangs at her side with the string of the mask hanging from her fingers.

The corruption rolling off of each of them in various ways is certainly disconcerting, but she merely watches with that ambivalent expression.

Her eyes remain upon Xoconan and Xoconan alone.
(Haruhi Noriega)
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[22:44] "She was born in Argatha, too. Just like us." Lotlhuitl briefly glanced to her friend, taking in the friendly-enough smile.

There were no smiles from Lotlhuitl. Truthfully, she wasn't the smiling sort of person.

Technically, Haruhi had been wearing a fox mask.

A fox mask which Lotlhuitl herself had carved, painted, imbued with her own energy, enchanted.

Lotlhuitl watched Haruhi peel it off, before her attention was drawn back to Xoconan. His hand against hers. The gesture would've seemed entirely affectionate, if it wasn't for the terrible sense of wrongness emanating from him. From them both.

Lotlhuitl had to force herself to push aside the terrible feeling of injustice being dealt to her, represented entirely by Xoconan wearing those gauntlets. Hadn't he told her they were cursed? What was he doing..

Had she figured something out? "I did." Lotlhutil's voice lowered as he rest oneof his gauntleted hands against her own. "Or, I thought I did. Caesar came to me with a plan. A plan which would see all of Argatha freed from homelands most of us have never seen, never will see."

She paused, hesitating.

"Ardent going insane wasn't part of that plan."

(Lotlhuitl)
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[22:51] His face darkened perceivably.

"Caesar... What?" His hand fell away, to drop his side, the other one clenching into a fist. "Caesar had a plan..." His eyes narrowed, focusing to his wife.

A particular feeling went through him. A doubt.

She betrayed you once already...

"He takes command, and you say that's not part of the plan." Xoconan stepped back, folding his arms.

The air had grown oppressive. Weighty, both from gravitic energies and something far more foul.

Chaotic.
(Xoconan)
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[22:54] The tension grows. In Xoconan as well as Lotlhuitl - and it would take a blind, deaf mute not to notice. Her grip on the spear imperceptibly tenses, if only for an instant. The smile on her face fades just the smallest amount as the encounter comes closer and closer to...

uncertainty.
(Haruhi Noriega)
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[22:59] "It wasn't what I expected."

Lotlhuitl's eyes widened. Just for a moment, the Nagual looked.. vulnerable. And then her gaze steeled. She drew her will to herself.

"Xoconan, I need you." Lotlhuitl breathed. "Come to me. Leave Kayeliun and whatever she has been doing to you, with you."

The Nagual didn't step back, still staring up at her husband.

"Choose me."
(Lotlhuitl)
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[23:00] Rai walks up towards the group, a small container smelling of roasted chicken in his arms. It appeared he was late.
(Rai Yasahiro)
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[23:05] Oh goodie-

A new arrival.

Lotlhuitl and Haruhi were forgotten entirely. The Warchief spinning on his boot, turning to face Rai. Crimson eyes staring, a palpable feeling of unrest, of ache and weight surrounding the green haired man that had arrived.

"Leave." Caustically spoken.

He hadn't even bothered to reply to Lotl with more than a subtle glance.

In a moment, she might be able to infer
(Xoconan)
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[23:10] Rai simply looked at Xoconan, the man's eyes would peer back at Xoconan the instant they locked upon Rai's own, the emerald greens replaced with flat and hollow mimicry of Xoconan's own as he simply walked over to Haruhi and handed the container towards her.

"Had to cook dinner, otherwise I would have been here sooner."

It was as if Xoconan simply didn't exist to the man, or perhaps he himself didn't exist. It was hard to tell, his very existence was transient in that very moment. Something wasn't quite right with the man.

"But Since the Warchief doesn't want me here.."

He trailed off, waiting on Haruhi to accept the package.
(Rai Yasahiro)
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[23:14] Haruhi looks over to Rai and some of the tension on her face disappears. She leans in closer to him and takes the package in her free hand, before saying,

"Thanks for dinner, sweetie. I'll get you next time, okay?"

Said with a moderate amount of affection. She leans down to her pack and stuffs the food in there, before rising to pat him on the cheek just prior to a short caress. She locks eyes with him and lets her hand fall to his shoulder, before stating, in a comforting tone,

"Don't worry, tiger."

With that, she pulls her hand and her attention away from him. Her eyes fall upon Xoconan once more.
(Haruhi Noriega)
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[23:24] He was ignoring her.

Lotlhuitl was visibly wounded, her eyes flashing as Xoconan's attention was drawn from her, to Rai.

"Rai," Lotlhuitl exhaled. It was clear by the tone she took that she intended his name to be both greeting and warning.

This meeting was NOT going how Lotlhuitl had envisaged it. While, truthfully, she'd never thought that Xoconan would be overjoyed and sweep her up into his arms at the idea of turning coat, she had obviously expected, well, something more than this.

For half a second, but a heartbeat, it was like the world around them had inverted, then twisted 90 degrees. Distortion. Concepts which shouldn't have been able to be seen were visible, palatable. Jealousy: shards of glass being pushed beneath fingernails. Your fingernails, someone elses'. It didn't seem to matter.

And then? Everything settled.

Lotlhuitl didn't appear to notice.

"I don't understand, Xoconan. Are you - you're not really going to choose the woman who collared you over me."

The tall Nagual's breathing had turned heavy, her green eyes glowing with that strange mirror-like quality.

"What do I need to do to prove myself to you, my love?"
(Lotlhuitl)
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[23:29] Rai took notice over Lotlhuitl's visage and Haruhi's tension, small sparks of black lightning sparking around his form, shadowy cracks in the very foundation of perceived reality. He nods to the both of them, acknowledging their words and turning north.

For the briefest of moments everything around him felt wrong, a pulse of something, was it mimicked or was it real? All that was certain were two sparks of black shadowed energy pressed into the left palms of Lotlhuitl and Haruhi as he walked off, the briefest of support that the illusionist could offer.
(Rai Yasahiro)
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[23:30] {Item} You drop Circlet.
[23:32] {Item} You picked up Circlet.Dropped by Lotlhuitl. .
[23:41] His eyes focused on the man as he approached. As he handed off a package - as he prepared to leave. Always staring. Those gauntleted hands clenching and unclenching, a very real, visible desire for combat crawling along his form.

"What must you do..." He paused, as it to ponder the question.

"You really don't know anything of my plans, dear." His voice rose an octave, clear irritation. No, not irritation. Anger, at being interrupted, attention focused solely on his wife now.

"Do you think I've chosen her for ANYTHING beyond what she can give me? You'd have me what?" His hand waved, the stone and mud of the swamp tearing itself to pieces in the wake, the gauntlets energies manifesting all too clearly in their reddish hue. "Enslave myself to Caesar instead? To a fucking Greed sin?"

His lips bared in a snarl. "No. I'll crush his pathetic rebellion, and if you've joined him, then you've broken your vows to me." Xoconans eyes narrowed.

"I will have what I want soon enough. And no man or demon will stop me."
(Xoconan)
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[23:52] The friendliness in Haruhi's expression disappears more and more the more that Xoconan grows in intensity. Her breath, before inaudible, grows heavier with anxiety. Her grip around the spear strengthens.

Her expression, while still neutral for now, betrays her discomfort. She can't help but -

Hnnng.

"You're speakin' to your wife like a slaver speaks to his dog. Still better than he would to the slave, but still laden with all the cruelty.

Is this how you always are to the woman you're supposed to love?"

Disapproval and discontent are the chief emotions in her tone, though she manages to remain calm with some effort.

"You're enslaving yourself to something. That's fer certain."

Crimson eyes fall to those gauntlets. Analytical, scrutinizing - concerned.
(Haruhi Noriega)
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[23:53] Xoconan says, "I did not ask your opinion. Give it again and I'll tear out your tongue."
[23:55] Haruhi slits her eyes at that statement, but presses her lips together to force herself to silence.
(Haruhi Noriega)
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