Eagleheart & Owlight, Finally

[19:01] Ming Xiao says, "Please, take a seat-- Angelo, this is Zhuge Nanyang. She was educated in the shengese culture, but there are many details that have been lost to Agartha."
[19:01] Ming Xiao says, "Nanyang, this is Angelo. He is a very dear friend of mine, who restored my faith in myself and the world when I needed the most."
[19:04] Eirene knocks.
(Eirene)
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[19:05] Nanyang, as typical and well expected of her at this point, left her tall boots at the entrance, making her way inside on her black socks only.

At the introduction of her own, she turned heels, looking at Angelo with a side smirk on her face; for all her smiles actually looked more like smirks than proper smiles nonetheless.

"A friend of Lady Xiao is also a friend of mine. It's a pleasure to meet you, Angelo." sliding her feet together and straightening her stance, she touched a fist on her open palm, and bowed forth with her body and eyes closed. A typical common reverencing greet for more traditionalists Shengeses from Quanzhou, and one she used on a daily basis. "I've briefly met you before during that encounter with the dark Dryad, but I'm afraid we haven't shared any words."

As she finished her greeting on a more formal tone, one of her hands went for her hips, and she used the other one to gesture around, dropping part of that formal behavior and giving place to a more relaxed and common of hers.

"I think you're the tallest person I've met in recent years, or maybe I only know short people. What gives, huh?"
(Zhuge Nanyang)
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[19:23] Angelo never walked with shoes on, to be honest. So, actually, it might have been a good thing given the difference that everyone else had. He wiped his dirty feet on the rug at the entrance, but still continued on with a bit of the carpet inside being stained by his footprints.

A wide smile was always present upon his face, and well, he couldn't see her smirk/smile, or whatever it actually was. He was blind, after all, and even without the faithful wooden cane companion right now, he still gazed towards nothing at all. It floated away, the silvery irises awkwardly concentrated, and if Zhuge managed to stand in their way, she'd feel as if he was staring towards her.

But without the pressure stares usually exert. A court bow of his head is directed towards Zhuge. "Pleased to meet you, Zhuge." It was a low retribution to her bow in and by itself, but let's be real. He had no idea of the situation around him, or at least how it was all so regal... Merely their positions.

People are only dots on a 2D map to him.

"We haven't shared any words then because I was too hasty to make sure Ming would be safe. I'm sure you thought of something like that, yes? I didn't want the man to... Pose any threats to anyone." He said, letting out a sigh and shaking his head slightly from side to side.

"And you're... I don't know. I-- Ming, I need help. Tell me something I can say about her uniqueness. I can't say much about... Well. You have feet." A soft thrum echoes through the stone ground, yet notably weaker than the ones that followed his steps outside. A silly smile present upon his face, along with a soft chuckle and a shrug.

"Really. Help.'
(Angelo Sanguinis)
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[19:33] Blinking a couple of times at that compliment, she confusedly looked closer to Angelo. Leaning forward just enough so her own golden colored eyes could properly meat his dead stare into her general direction. Quick to assume he was blind, a small surprised smile came to her face as she straightened herself back where she stood.

"You can compare my hair to silk itself, my face to a beauty theatre actress and my stance to a master of my family's art; Liu Dei Wuxia, created by the White Horse General Zhuge Liang a couple hundred years ago in Quanzhou. But those would be words I already heard; mostly by myself, sometimes not. And...Yes, I have two good feet."

She mused with her sideways smirk at Angelo's small play of compliments. Apparently he was someone who took his condition of blindness to a more lighter degree, which would definitely make it easier, taking a couple of things out of the way.

With a small movement of her head and a wider smile however, she shook her head as if to dismiss her own half jest.

"-In fact I have to thank you for that night, however. The presence of the Dark Dryad was growing stranger by the minute, if you hadn't came along I'm certain it could have developed into something else." the shengese said as she dipped her head while complimenting his attitude, her eyes still trying to focus on his own, even if that was a little uncomfortable. "Lady Xiao said you helped her restoring her faith, though. That means your values and morals are more aligned to ours than the next person, I'm assuming?"

With a tilt of her head and a movement from her brows, she extended her open hand towards Angelo; not that he would see it, but it was just parts of her own shengese body language, which she was quite frequently seen using by now.
(Zhuge Nanyang)
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[19:41] Angelo pointed towards her! His smile shifted from its former seriousness and slight hint of nervousness into complete playfulness as his head tilted slightly forwards.

"Your hair is like silk itself, your face makes me think a bit about what I'm losing because I'm blind, and your stance feels like a master of your family's art: Lin DeWuxi, created by the white--" He stands still with an open mouth for a moment, with the finger still pointing towards the girl. He blinks a couple of times, before collapsing into laughter.

"I forgot the rest of it!" Angelo said, before shaking his head from side to side. And then, he directed another short bow of his head towards her.

"Thanks for the compliment, though. I'm glad to know I've helped. And morals and values... Well. I believe we have some common ground, or at least we agree on what's good for people, yes?" Another smile from Angelo, as he moved past her and towards the cushions right by her side.

The eyes trying to focus on his would find themselves in a bit of trouble. They were still for the most time, almost uncomfortably so, until he blinked. Then, they changed directions completely, and sometimes what would be their gaze simply intertwined, and at times, when his face shifted directions, they rolled around on his sclera.

"But it's mostly that. I helped a bit, to be honest. Ming helped me a lot in the past, and I couldn't refuse to help a friend, yes?" He said, before plopping down on one of the pillows.
(Angelo Sanguinis)
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[19:46] Ming Xiao had been hearing the both of them interact without giving much input; sitting on the throne, she had been leaning her arms on the throne's, though a smile spread across her lips as she heard Angelo speaking, piercing blue eyes setting onto his.

"You've helped more than you know, dear. You made the Ashigaru turn into Ming Xiao again. For that, I am eternally grateful."

The woman shifted a bit on her seat, the steel plates of the izhurian smaurai armor clinking slightly as she leaned her chin on the hand made of mythril.

"I believe you wished to know more about the Emperor?", her eyes were still set upon Angelo, though that would likely go well over his head. At least he'd know by the question that it was directed at him; for further clarification, she added, "I believe both Nanyang and Eirene could benefit from that. There's a lot they don't know yet."
(Ming Xiao)
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[19:47] Hiroto Kept his usual frown and averted his eyes
(Hiroto)
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[19:51] Following along, the shengese just chuckled silently at the following compliments made by Angelo, taking them with a great deal of amusement rather than anything else.

Quietly enough, she turned on her heels, settling herself down on the cushion, even if she actually kneeled over it instead of sitting, simply resting herself over her own ankles.

"Mhm, there is quite a lot I don't know about the Emperor, Lady Xiao. But it seems most of our conversations on the subject are cut short." the girl said as she calmly rested both hands over her own legs, moving her eyes back to the Qilin by the throne. "-But please, tell us."

Nanyang quickly fell silent, giving room for Xiao to speak as her eyes mostly focused themselves on the older woman now. Curiosity would be too less of a word to describer her expression at this point, since on her own mind she seemed to think Xiao knew the Emperor in person or something very close to it.
(Zhuge Nanyang)
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[19:57] Angelo nodded, even if his face remained steadfast towards Zhuge instead of facing Ming. Obviously, for he had seen no reason to turn his face towards them-- It would actually make hearing her a little harder, if anything, so it was obvious that it was needed to simply stand still, at least for him. The fact that he might be staring at someone goes over his head.

"I don't know a lot, and I wanna know a lot about everything. The Emperor, however, is an angel from what I recall from tales... And I'm quite interested." He nods, before a soft thrum of the earth echoes around.

He was there for little reason than just being here, so why not try to get something from it? Information like that was valuable, and having the propaganda of the Emperor affecting himself was... Well, as good as getting information about Azrael from an Oscuri.

Yet, he had a question. "I... Mightnot stay for it, though." He said after another soft thrum of the ground, and rising up from his seat, he bowed-- this time more adequately, by Ming's side, and whispered something on her ear.
(Angelo Sanguinis)
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[19:57] Angelo Sanguinis whispers: Who are the other two?
[19:58] Hiroto whispers something.
[19:59] Zhuge Nanyang whispers something.
[20:00] Hiroto whispers something.
[20:02] Nima raises his foot in a hurry, kicking down the door with an audible explosion filled with anger. The wood would get traces of fire and sound magic combined as one, with some of the chunks bent due to the pressure made int othem. It was clear, that something serious had happened for him to do that.
(Nima Hatayer)
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[20:02] Ming Xiao kept her head leaned on her hand made of mythril as she heard both Nanyang and Angelo-- as well as what Angelo said when whispering. Rather than speaking about the Emperor, the Qilin seemed to be thoughtful, her eyes wandering across the room as if there was something lingering in her mind..

But she'd be interrupted by a rather explosive kicking in the door, which made her close her eyes, irritation almost palpable on the Qilin's expression and the surrounding atmosphere-- an almost tangible sense of irritation.

As her eyes opened again, piercing blue eyes were set upon Nima.

"Yes?"
(Ming Xiao)
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[20:02] Nanyang quickly - almost too quickly - jumps to her feet and turns around as she sees the door literally being reduced to splinters by that kick.
(Zhuge Nanyang)
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[20:05] Eirene looks towards the door, seeing Nima opened it up.. Barging in rather.. She knew that he wouldn't do that unless an urgent type situation propelled amongst them.

Eager eyes lingered in his direction, awaiting for the call.
(Eirene)
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[20:05] Nima quickly looked around to find Angelo, since he was the one he was looking for to begin with. Perhaps, it was the first time the Valmasian actually was acting like that in his life- A bit too savage, violent even, the blood within his body boiling.

"Angelo. We have a Demon to kill. Right now."

He walking into the middle of the room, sort of waiting.

"A Demon known as Unison killed Kitomi. I.. Saw the boy growing up. I am tired of this shit, a line was crossed to me."
(Nima Hatayer)
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[20:06] Angelo Sanguinis says, "... Fuck."
[20:06] Angelo Sanguinis says, "Let's go."
[20:06] Angelo Sanguinis whispers: No disguise?
[20:06] Nima Hatayer whispers: Do we even have it?
[20:07] Eirene whispers something.
[20:07] Zhuge Nanyang asks, "Kitomi- Kitomi Yugao?"
[20:07] Angelo Sanguinis whispers: I have your mask and the hood.
[20:07] Nima Hatayer says, "Yes."
[20:07] Nima Hatayer whispers: Do YOU have it?
[20:07] Zhuge Nanyang says, "The oath brother of Leo Yugao. He's a resident here."
[20:08] She narrowed her eyes with a deep sigh, mostly looking over Xiao for a stance of the Qilin, or a word even.
(Zhuge Nanyang)
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[20:08] Ming Xiao did not have any reaction to the conversation at hand, nor the topic of Kitomi Yugao being murdered by a demon-- as it had been becoming more usual for her, she leaned her chin on the hand made of mythril watching the development of what the topic led to.

Rather than saying anything, she made a gesture of dismissal to them, then turning her head to Eirene to speak in a lower tone.
(Ming Xiao)
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[20:08] Hiroto says, "...."
[20:08] Ming Xiao whispers something.
[20:08] Hiroto says, "Im going with them."
[20:08] Ming Xiao says, "That's not your job."
[21:26] Eagleheart comes closer to the cave, with the new blade scratching the ground underneath his steps, the mythril leggings covered in yellow drapes drawing steady symbols upon the ground.

As they follows through the cave, each step taken faster than the last one, they remain attentive to any major demon-- All the minors in their way were slaughtered, falling to potent slaughtering cuts done to their flesh or the massive searing and reverb that Owlight used.

And yet, after an hour of hunting through, they find their prey far away. Nowhere in their range, nowhere that they could get even close to them, or any signs of similar ones running about, equally worthy of their conjoint effort.

Yet, they were silent through most of the way. The mask itself didn't allow much talking, it was relatively uncomfortable-- The rigid ceramics pressed against the chin, each one with a drawing of their own chosen bird.

Soon enough, they arrived upon the lake in the middle of the cavernous complex. Everywhere laid enemies, yet they could not attack. They were here to spot those that pass by, those that tread dangerous paths and walk by these caves.

And then, Eagleheart let out a sigh, finally breaking the silence.

"A lot of lessers." He said, throwing yet another body of a demon that posed no threat to any of them into the lake, quickly letting it plummet down. "But no one worthy. Bad first day." He said, letting out a single muffled laugh.

His voice was altered-- Beyond the point of recognition would be a stretch to call, but it was altered indeed. It resonated within the mask itself, and it seemed to resonate back onto his throat, constantly forced to be altered by itself.
(Eagleheart)
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[21:41] Owlight followed Eagleheart up close, still getting used to the new weight of the armor and such. It didn't take that long for him to finally get to the pace, for he was used to much heavier armor and even worse sometimes. The silver hues staring around as they got inside the cave, the darkness was annoying at first with his eyes taking a bit longer than usual to get used to it due to his mask.

"Terrible first day."

He said as an answer to Eagleheart, sighing deeply within his mask. The lessers and mega Demons by the cave were nothing but an annoying distraction for Owlight, since he came her to find a very specific target in the first place. No sign of him, no sign of no one he actually wanted to eliminate.

The reason of him coming here was pure anger, revenge even. Maybe it wasn't the most noble of the reasons, one not worthy to a Magi like himself. But he was blinded for the death of his friend, and as always, it was far too difficult to control his emotions when the blood starts to boil.

"If things ke-"

And then he noticed that someone appeared next to them, Owlight turning to face the teen. Silver hues staring at him beneath the mask, observing, analyzing the young man with a curious gaze. He did recognize the face, but the name.. He just couldn't remember his name.

"Yes?"

A rather feminine voice was heard, but clear signs of sound magic would be felt by him. It was a changing voice, that went from male to female, child to old man. A sound magi, as it seemed, but nothing else would be noticed right now.
(Owlight)
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[21:47] The bored child wandered around in search of literally /ANYTHING/. With his significant other being away, along with his mother and many of his other companions off it left him very bored.

He could no longer hunt do to promises, so that was out of the picture. He noticed two figures doing whatever they were doing. This caused the floating teen to stop.

Vines pulling the boy down to the floor as he just stared at the two blank- his eyes very baggy, he'd been doing a lot of work with no sleep. Yet somehow he was still bored!

"Yo... Wassup with y'all. Aye, yuh-yuh. Jus' out here alone an' shit-" His speech halted hearing a more feminine voice. "I ain't interruptin' shit am I..?" A more awkward look fills the teens features.

(Neo Invidia)
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[21:56] A thrum of the earth, a gust of wind thrown around him. The cosmic magic was partly absorbed by the other knight in yellow, who quickly turned as to face the floating one.

Even if Neo wasn't looking for hunts, he had found two that were indeed hunting. The feelings of boredom, everything else, went over his head as the man clad in his armor seemed to examine the young one before him, with excruciating detail, the irises behind the mask ran his body.

"You're not interrupting anything. Move along, if you so do please. But do... Answer a single question, yes?" They said, the voice resonating at a deep tone, on the mask and the armor, as well as something that came from deeper within him.

His reasoning was far more serene than that of Owlight. Eagleheart was there for a reason he found noble, to purge a little bit of chaos, to help revenge be exerted by his friend onto someone else. "Where do your allegiances lie?"

Simple. Straight. Direct.
(Eagleheart)
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[22:01] A smile graces his visage.

The half-Sarradian twirls his revolver on the tip of his finger. Pointing the tool at his temple. A brief chuckle as his eyes squint at the exorcist. "Hrm."

A few coughs. A fist pounding against his chest.

"Myfi, a Kitsune priestess." A smile, brimming. It was the truth- but not the whole truth. "She's all I really care about right now, and her shine is what I devote my time to yo."

He could tell by just appearance alone, this wasn't something he could just approach- and acting on his normal instinct would get him killed or hurt. That wouldn't be good.

"Anything else?"
(Neo Invidia)
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[22:05] Owlight shrugs, either bored or simply finding that the young man in front of them wasn't any sort of threat. Or rather, an enemy. Maybe his judgement was blind due to being more focused into Demons than anything else right now, but that wasn't important at all. If anything, Neo was just lucky that both Owlight and Eagleheart had their eyes elsewhere.

"Move along."

Then turning back to the water, observing it with the soft light from his own Aura. Where the duo should go to properly hunt, if no prey was to come by this lake? Perhaps, they would have to find a new place soon enough. It was taking far too long for them to actually do their duty.
(Owlight)
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[22:09] Eagleheart nods towards Neo, before turning the other way around. A slight shake of his head is visible through the hood, the faint holy energy glimmering slightly. It was not an enemy, but it was nothing that he cared about. For now... It was just a man that loved someone way too much.

No risks seen there, at least for now. They had their job elsewhere, their objectives still lying far away from him. It was also along with the fact that they didn't really expect the man to act so-- accordingly to how they wanted, to be honest.

"Keep on your path. May your path be well lit." He finished off, before finally his gaze falls on the water, head lowering slightly. Perhaps they really needed to find a new place right now. Or perhaps...

... It was just Neo's luck.
(Eagleheart)
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[22:09] Neo Invidia says, "Deuces."
[22:10] Eagleheart says, "I think we should not stay here for long. "
[22:10] Owlight asks, "Your reason being?"
[22:10] Eagleheart says, "If we made a mistake, he might be coming back with our certain death."
[22:11] Owlight says, "...We do need a third member."
[22:11] Eagleheart says, "Yes. But we can't recruit here."
[22:11] Owlight says, "Yeah- I wasn't saying that we are going to recruit here."
[22:11] Owlight says, "...Fine. We will hunt again soon enough."
[22:15] A slight nod, after a sigh. One hand rose to grab at the mask, adjusting it to his face-- Hiding the blonde hair that lied underneath, the masked man hid the last remains of his original self for now.

"We'll have better luck next time. You know we will." Truth be told, he had his doubts on Owlight's true motives. It was easy to sense that he was somewhat focused on his own feelings above everything else, and this...

... This whole initiative wasn't about feelings. Not all of it. He needed the calm partner that he usually knew.

And if this meant cutting their hunt short, he would do it.
(Eagleheart)
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[22:15] Eagleheart says, "Let us go, then."
[22:16] Owlight says, "...That Demon is dying. If not today, next time."
[22:17] Owlight says, "That girl is from Valmasia, but travels around everywhere."
[22:18] Eagleheart says, "... You're aware I can't see faces, right? I just presumed she was safe to pass."
[22:18] Owlight says, "You can feel them."
[22:18] Owlight says, "Presence and such."
[22:18] Eagleheart says, "Not much more than their presence."