Vlad turned to Gelon and stared at him for a few seconds. And then proceeded speak her mind bluntly, calmly, and without any hesitation. "...Are you stupid, or just ignorant?"
She stayed quiet for a while, before sitting up and facing him with a serious expression, figuring out that mere insults would not help at all.
"First; nothing happened between us. War brought us together...and when the war ended, so did our relationship. We found out we were better as friends. But I suppose he just wanted some time away from me for a while, and I am completely fine with that."
She paused, before propping her chin up by her left hand.
"Second; that tattoo of his is very valuable and....personal." For a brief moment, Vlad looked down sadly. "Not just between Mosa and I, but also between Mosa and....somebody else. Someone long gone." She kept quiet for a few seconds, before glaring up at Gelon fiercely. "You may be our team leader, but you don't have any right barging into either of our personal lives. You are Mosa's customer, and my boss. Nothing more, nothing less." Her words are harsh, but her tone are always calm and matter of fact.
"Third; Beastmen do not appreciate being touched by just anybody. Perhaps it is different for you humans, I do not care to know. But for us, touch is sacred...intimate. Some do not even allow family members to them, if they are not fond enpugh of them. Perhaps tis' because of us Beastman' greater sensitivity compared to you humans, but...let's just say that if this were Veradoxia, you would have a legion of Beastman chasing your tail everyday, with your overly friendly behavior."
Over in his couch, Ridley scoffed. "Basically Boss, she just called you a creeper." He said in a deadpan, yet insulting manner. Unlike Vlad, you can most definitely feel the icy contempt in his tone alone.
It is quite clear that Gelon has yet to acquire the trusts of either of his team members.
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Quin floated up and down slightly as she listened to Lekan, keeping her usual poker face on. She didn't seem to have any opinion on his...anticlimactic explanation.
As she turned to look at the door, she can barely react to Lekan wrapping himself behind her. Then again, it is Quin, so perhaps this current stoicity is indeed her reaction.
"......"
"HOKAY THEN!", Mosa's loud voice can be heard again, and so can his footsteps as he walked away.
Quin continued to listen to Lekan's humble words as his tentacles coil around her dark green figure.
"....."
seconds pass. Quin seemed to be deep in thought. thinking Lekan's words over, while struggling to find an answer.
"....You were terrified, yet you continued fighting. You wanted to flee from GEHENNA, yet you followed me in this ship to hell. "
Turning her head, she faced Lekan eye to eye.
"You have the body of a weakling. The mind of a coward."
"......"
".....And the heart of a warrior."
Quin allowed a few minutes to pass, so that Lekan could process her words. There is sincerity and compassion behind them, and while her face is stoic and her words few, her bell-like voice is honest and passionate.
"I ask that you let me go now, before some voyeur with a hidden camera makes a hentai out of this.", she suddenly blurted out, while still wrapped in Lekan's tentacles.
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Mosa returned to the main room of his, Colt's, and the Brothers' cabin, and walked to the door upon Colt's request. "No windows. We'd get sucked to space that way."
He opened the main door which leads to the corridors instead.
"This better. Don't worry, Mosa will guard the door."
Mosa's nose twitched, and looked at the door connecting their room and Lekan and Quin's.
"LEKAN, GOOD IDEA TO TAKE SHOWER SOON, YESSS?", he shouted out. He would sound polite and friendly, as Mosa usually does...were it not for the fact that he shouted that so loud that their neighbours 4 doors down would hear them.
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Megahertz listened to Sentinel, with a flabbergasted expression on her face. "Geeze, Sentinel...that Pirate passed out when you and your buddies were fighting my Gunsevers, and you're not even going to scold him just a bit??" She pouted and furrowed her brows. "You have the patience of a saint."...
Megahertz turned a bit on the couch, staring at the velvet ceiling. When Sentinel reminded her of the walk on the park, she nearly fell off her couch as she jolted and stood up, clutching a pillow with a furious blush on her face. "?!" Y-you cyber jerk! Don't encourage him!"
A pause.
Followed by an indecisive whisper; "...Or maybe....you should...." Which is quickly halted with a rapid shooking of her head. "UH. IF... that means he'd not think about killing me anymore, then I suppose...."
She only dug herself deeper and deeper.
"Wait, what am I saying?! This discussion is over!", Megahertz childishly flung the pillow towards Sentinel....and missed him by two inches. She looked away and folded her arms to hide her pouty embarassment. Which didn't work at all.
Thankfully, Sentinel changed the subject again, which calmed her a bit. Though she still can't look at him. Sentinel claiming his complete faith in her was enough to fluster her again, though this time she was smart enough to kept quiet until he finished his words.
Glancing at another pillow on the sofa, she silently agreed with Sentinel's words. She proceeded to lay down, her bright blue tentacles splayed alongside her dark blue, nearly black, hair. With her face far away from Sentinel's eyes, her lips curved into a sweet smile. "You better live up to your name then....Sentinel.", she whispered, trying poorly to disguise affection with annoyance. How silly. She felt like a princess in a fairy tale. A mafia princess with a monstrous rogue, a flamboyant lancer, a drunken pirate, and a dark knight. The dark knight in rusted armor. She hated thinking about this. Or does she really? She haven't had a true friend in years. Indecisiveness is so frustating to her. But no matter. Now is the time to sleep.
With the dark knight nearby, she proceeded to fall asleep peacefully.
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Clockwork waited for Ciril to finish his meal silently, reading a book he picked from the Neopolis Lower City library. It was an amateurly written book with terrible vampires and bizzarre characters. Nice cover art though, cliched as it may be.
Clock looked up at Ciril and nodded. "12 hours, you say? I will be sure to ask Byatis to find you~" His eyes focus on Ciril's face, and found himself...intrigued. As a synthetic with a face that could generously be described as...nonexistant, Clockwork had always been interested in the ways organics emote. Everyday, he has to compensate his lack of a 'face' with his flamboyant voice, but people like Ciril and K2 did not have such requirements. Even though he considered himself comfortable with his synthetic self, he can't help but feel a little jealous sometimes. He kept looking at Ciril as he walked into the distance, only looking away once Ciril was completely out of sight, disappearing amongst the crowds.
"...Oh well.", Clockwork said with a carefree tone. He stood up, and left his money on the table, before retreating to the upper class house.
Entering through the door, he spotted Sentinel on standby, and Megahertz sleeping peacefully. "Kheh...", he let out a tiny chuckle, before shutting the door. He walked a few steps to the side, and proceeded to lean on the wall and fold his arms, glancing at the fireplace. Dimming his main yellow visor, Clokwork proceeded to enter a standby mode like Sentinel, as the night fell on the Realta Nua.