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[confined_to_briah]

Is this truly the focus of the City? ( There is a pained yelp in the background and then a nasty thud. ) Do you have no pride?!

Do not touch me! ( No yelp or thud resounds this time. Instead, the sound of pavement cracking under the force of a blade and great wings flapping follows that warning.

. . . ) Foolish humans. I am in no mood to dance.

( Truthfully, she has never been in the mood to dance. )

Can't you see there are greater matters to attend to?! Why are you so complacent? ( And sparkly. ) Like cattle to the slaughter.

I know there is more to you than this! ( The sound of fabric being ripped ends the feed.

Somewhere in the City, a glittery costume is falling from the heavens. )

Comments

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[indecent_butterfly]

One takes the place of the other. Neither very deserving.

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[confined_to_briah]

In that we are in perfect agreement.

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[indecent_butterfly]

[They agree on many things for two so supposedly dissimilar.]

As long as they fall to similar ends for it.

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[confined_to_briah]

( Setsuna has had something to do with that. Alexiel isn't as cold and proud as she once was. )

If I have learned anything from Setsuna, there is always hope.

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[indecent_butterfly]

[Hope is something ne knows well. Or perhaps it's just blind desperation, devotion...lust.]

He is...interesting.

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[confined_to_briah]

( Alexiel has learned over the years that hope is...a mixture of emotions - some selfish and some selfless. )

He is himself. ( Wholly and unapologetically. ) I do like getting to know him better.