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Lacrimosa

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Acadine is a part of Lacrimosa.

3 Places in Acadine:

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Dahlia [0] Elf with special abilities with shadow magic, many mistrust her even though she is not evil.
Taro [0] A half-elf, travels the world on the dime of his inheritance to avoid discovery. However, he's noticed strange things lately.
Asher [Ash] [0] "Why did I become One?"
Moriko [0] The "Burning One"
Estelle [0] "Looks can be deceiving."
Ann Owen [0] "I don't really want to drink your blood, but I have to..."
Ren [0]

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Hiding behind an odd-looking transportation device, Estelle reloaded her pistols with quick, swift motions. She hated to admit it, but she was trapped for the time being. Nevertheless, her mind went frantic as her glowing eyes flickered form one side to the other, looking for any opportunity that presented itself. Gladly, she would take it.

Moments before, Estelle had been carrying a little boy back to his home. Everything had seemed normal, the usual when it came to a crumbling world, until she'd heard something behind her once returning to her original spot. Upon turning around, she was greeted by a pair of long, pointy teeth that glistened in the moonlight. & without a thought, she took off running. Her heart poured against her chest as fear ran throughout her entire body, igniting all of her nerves. It was when she turned around again that she noticed that the one that had scared her had been a small fairy-like creature. A Neesha.

For a moment, & only a moment, Estelle stopped running to laugh at herself. There were bigger things out there that could actually devour her, & the fairy-like creature was nothing compared to what she had seen before. However, that little naive thought had been swiped away by the look on the Neesha's face, one that didn't match the rest of its beauty: a large smirk that matched the blood thirsty glint in its eyes. That was all it took for Estelle to begin running again…

Back to the present, Estelle heard a malicious giggle. She took a breath & held it as she listened closely. Her eyes studied her surroundings carefully, knowing that the Neesha had gotten the best of her. "Peek-a-boo, I see you," was all the vampire girl heard before feeling a sharp pain on her shoulder. Her instincts didn't hesitate, so she grabbed at the thing & ripped it off of her body before chucking it at the brick wall that stood a few feet across from her. Then, she got up quickly & used her palm to crush the Neesha's tiny frame until the high-pitched screaming stopped & a crunch followed suit.

"What a sweet end," Estelle muttered without humor before wiping her bloody hand on her apron. She was upset that she was ridiculed by such a creature & that she'd, once again, used her body instead of her pistols to kill.

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[EDIT: Lets just say I'm Kushima bound]

It was a calm night, relaxed, slow. He peeked out the window of his first class seat, gazing with a pair of melancholy violet eyes towards the moon. It was full, and from so high up, it seemed so big. He let out a deep sigh and leaned back in the seat, it was comfortable, as most first class seats were of course, and far in the back, just as he liked it. The airship (plane? whatever they would be called in Acadine) was unusually empty for a flight of this kind. Taro was headed for one of the busiest cities in the world.

He needed to gather information. For a while now, it seemed as if Acadine was...screaming. He couldn't really describe it, but lately the grounds he had been so accustomed to wandering, had began to feel alien.

And then there were the Neesha. The bloodthirsty creatures that he's had the pleasure of running into on more than one occasion. His mother had never told him of such a creature, and she had more than three hundred years of life on the planet to recall from.

They weren't particularly fear inducing for him though, surely, he had fought many much more fearsome before, it was just the fact of where had they come from? that worried him.

"Mr. Murakami?" A stewardess called out to him, breaking the young man out of his whirlwind of thought. Taro looked up at her with a small smile, she was pretty. Curvy, long hair, tan skinned, very pretty he thought. "Would you like something from the menu?"

"Ah," Taro scratched at his cheek, thinking on it for a moment. "You all carry tonkontesu?" He asked as he reached for the menu, tucked in the net on the bottom of the seat in front of him, he casually flipped through the menu. The woman looked at him, in a sort of disbelief.

"Ramen? That's really..." She laughed awkwardly.

"What can I say, I like the classics. So?" He leaned over the seat, getting closer.

"I'll ask the chefs what they can do, maybe they can change up the spaghetti recipe." She shrugged, turning around from him.

"You do that..." He re situated his self in the seat, but not without letting out a sigh. "I didn't realize how long this flight was..." His stomach roared from hunger, "I really should have packed some snacks." He stretched his arms out wide, after a loud yawn, he rolled his head up to look at the ceiling. It was at that moment, a voice sounded over the intercom.

Attention all passengers, this is your captain speaking, we'll be approacing---

Suddenly, there was a loud explosion form far back in the ship, Taro thought it to be in the cargo hold. It didn't take long for the red lights to flash, and the alarms to sound.

"What the hell?" The white haired man unbuckled his seat and stood up. The entire first class was in an uproar, all a bunch of nobels not even used to being without their 'help'. "That...doesn't sound good." There were more horrified screams back in coach, he bit his lip.



"Dammit, this just screams Neesha." Taro sighed, stepping out into the aisle. "They sure know when to strike...I don't even have my weapons on me." A smirk however, was slowly creeping up on his face. "Good thing I'm headed for the cargo hold.

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Everyone, please head to the front of the ship! I repeat…

((This is where the theme music sounds…Wipe it All Out, Taro’s Theme))

As the crowd steadily ran forward, towards the captain’s cabin, Taro proceeded to the back, in a steady, calculated fashion. Occasionally, a few of the kinder people asked him just what was he doing, but he would only smile and said it would all be alright.

“All this over one Neesha?” He laughed a bit, as he finally stood outside the chrome double doors to the cargo hold. As he got closer, they slid open, revealing thick clouds of pitch black smoked and a smell that could only be described as fire. The young man grimaced, he couldn’t see it. Unfazed, he held his left hand in the air, which was glowing with a strange green light.

“Garu!” And with than, a powerful spiral of wind erupted from his body and cleared the room of all smoke. Satisfied, he stepped forward, the Neesha was still nowhere to be found. Gingerly, his eyes scanned the area, but he must have been sleeping, because at that instant, a powerful blow sent him flying into the passenger’s lockers. The strange creature didn’t let up- it threw itself on top of the downed Taro, pinning him to the wall with a wicked grin that showed all of it’s teeth (err fangs).

“You have their smell! The smell of an elf…yet…you look like a human~!” It hissed, spraying a few drops of slob onto Taro’s face as it did. He cringed, trying to think of a way out the situation- he wasn’t physically powerful, even if he was, the grip of a Neesha was surprisingly strong. “What are you boy~?!” The Neesha cocked it’s head to the side, closing in on Taro’s face, as if it wanted to plant a kiss on him. Taro tilted his head back as far as he could to avoid its hot breath.

“Tch,” Taro grinned, a light bulb going of in his mind, he slammed his head forward colliding it against the Neesha’s and causing the creature to stumble backwards, holding its dome in pain. It yelped out,

“Damn you!” Still keeping an eye on it, he inched his hand to a locker directly above his own skull, his own. Quickly he twisted the combination in, and out came his equipment, one chokuto blade in a stylish gray sheathe, and two stunning silver pistols. Securing the blade in his back belt loop (it’s situated diagonally from there, it tends to brush up against the ground sometimes as a result) and taking a tight grip of both pistols, he walked up on the creature. It must have been a weakling, because the headbutt seemed to seriously hurt it.

“I hate using magic you know? I feel like it’s cheating. That said…I realize how bad it hurts your kind.” He smirked devilishly. “So I made these,” He draped his right arm casually over the Neesha’s shoulders, who froze up as a result of the man’s sheer confidence. Taro held up the gun in his left hand to the flickering lights on the hold’s ceiling. “These pistols fire off rounds of artificial magic—“ The creature’s eyes widened in fear. “Apparently, you’ve got a good idea of what that means in your head already…but I’ll show you, just to make sure.” Taro grinned in delight as he pressed the end of both pistols against it, the right against it’s head, and the left against its arm, and then, pulled the trigger. A mass of furious flames erupted from the right, and a dazzling stream of lightening from the other.

Taro left as soon as the screaming began, he hated that part.

((Track switch, Rose of May, Taro’s theme))

As the double doors slid shut behind him, he was surprised to see a mother and child standing outside, the boy, no older than five or six was looking up at him with big brown eyes filled with awe. In a somewhat showy display, he dispersed his firearms with a show of light (they appear in his hands with a sort of summoning magic, ironic huh?)



“Mister…did you beat that thing?” He asked, running up closer to him, Taro smiled to him warmly and patted him on the head. The young man looked towards the mother, who was smiling at him as well, tears in her eyes.

“We were so worried…we thought…well. His parents live in Kushima, I’m just his caretaker…this is the first time he’ll meet them…I thought we weren’t going to make it…thank you!” She smiled so hard all of the wrinkles on her face were showing plainly through her make-up.

“It’s nothing…really.” Taro nodded and waved, trying to walk off, he hated the thanks.

“But it is something! Not many would throw themselves in front of such a monster…it may have looked human, but we knew it wasn’t such! Please, Young Master Jenga’s parents are very wealthy nobles in town, I am sure they’ll want to thank you in person! Master…” She awaited his name, patiently.

“Murakami…Taro Murakami.” He flipped his scarf back over his shoulder coolly. The little boy Jenga grinned, grabbing onto Taro’s pant leg.

“Please Taro?! You have to come! So you can show me how you fight monsters!” Taro grimaced at the corner he was being pushed in.

“I can’t…I’ve got business to take care of…information to collect—“ His stomach roared, interrupting his protests, he never did get his ramen.

“Hehe, Taro’s hungry!” Jenga concluded. The boy’s caretaker smiled sweetly.

“I think so too Young Master. If it’s information you need, the Young Master’s parents are sure to be able to aid you, they are very well informed—“ Jenga chimed in again, jumping back from Taro’s leg and waving his arms in the air in a grand motion.

“Yeah! I heard my dad’s got a big palace with a bunch of monitors, and lots o’ books too,” Jenga paused, “…and lots of food too.” He grinned. Taro sighed.

Well…it couldn’t hurt…

“Fine…fine…I’ll come with you guys. Thank you.” He bowed in gratitude to their kindness.

“Young Master, you better get used to that gesture, you’ll be seeing it a lot once you’re in town.” She teased him.

“Sheesh!” Jenga blushed, embarrassed of his nobility.

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Moriko leaned against the tree's rough bark, staring up at the pastel colored clouds. As the sun descended, it cast deep shadows upon the forest floor. From this height, she could watch the last rays of sun clearly, not through a haze of smog. Here, she could escape from the ever-growing noise of the world. However, she couldn't escape entirely.

Even deep in the forests, she had had to fight off two Neesha. The creatures worried her almost as much as they confused her. Why now? Yes, Oribelle had explained, but... What was their goal? Chaos?

As the last rays of light began to fade, Moriko sighed and slid down to the ground, her booted feet hitting the grassy hill without a sound. Pausing for a moment, she listened intently. When no sounds of life- besides the noises of a forest getting ready to sleep- reached her ears, she breathed deeply. Calming herself, she held her palms cupped before her.

The darkness of the forest was lessened as a bright, wavering glow blossomed. In her palms a tiny flame shivered. Smiling slightly, Moriko pulled her hands apart slowly. The flame stretched with them. Abruptly, she smacked both palms together. When she pulled them apart again, the fire was gone.

Grinning- long gone was the time when she couldn't banish the fire she created!- she knelt and began to construct a small pile of wood. Lighting it with a seed of magic fire, she reached into her belt-pouch, which contained several strips of dried meat. As the flames bit into the stack of wood, she settled down and began to chew a few pieces of meat, dozing off next to the embers of the fire soon after.

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While Ann was flying in the sky as a black cloud, she began to hear very loud screams coming from below. She identified them as Coming from Neesha. "And they are supposed to be my kind...? Hmph, idiots getting caught and killed, why must I suffer from that noise?!?! When I'll get in there and kill those freaky good for nothing screamers, I'll shut their- ah, it stopped... now I can rest before I'll feed on something myself..."

She lowered her height to have some rest, but immediately flew up again as she heard shots from below towards her. "Those hunters are still here?! Maybe if I move far enough, I wont get shot... But I wanted some re~st..."

Ann flew above the clouds far enough, then descended to discover she was above firefly city, and there were no hunters in the area, only a few humans... Including a familiar face. Ann couldn't believe it was him, after all the time she hadn't met him... She decided to follow him once again, in hope he won't get scared again... She didn't mind now that she wanted to get some rest...

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The hollow spirit of man bound in an immortal shell strode, his goal driving him ever onwards. The sights and sounds of the city locked in time and mists receded from his finely tuned senses. The scents of cooking, of the detergent used to wash clothes, and of paint disappeared as Ren walked from the city of Kishima city leaving it's ancient style buildings behind him.


Instead replaced by the verdant and ageless forests that surrounded the city in a cloak of trees. Here the nature that citizens of Kishima let mingle with their city ruled in an omnipresent glory. The rich leaf mulch muting all steps and filling the air with an earthly perfume that intermingled with the scents of flowers and mists to create a sense of life so strong old men felt young again. A life that ran rampart uncaring of the troubles of the sentient beings that lived in their cities. So great a sense of life that even this undead specter of a man felt it if only dimly. But unlike the old man who felt young again this Revenant felt only a moment of discomfort and melancholy. In life these forests and their life had made this master of death reflect on the virtue of what he did. In his undead state it only made him if only temporary of what he had lost in his death and revival. But although you can plant a seedling in lifeless soil it will only wither and die in time. And so it was with Ren's melancholy. All that mattered was his goal, the task that had been assigned by the man that held this assassin bound to life and death. To eliminate the children of Hecate and to find the extent of this Dark Goddess's ambitions and motivates. To that end and to that end alone he had been tasked. Nothing else mattered, and nothing would stop him. He could not be reasoned with, he felt no pain, He could not be corrupted and swayed from his purpose. Some thought themselves virtuous enough to walk the path they thought right. Ren's master had taken away his protege's ability to even think of swaying from the path let alone the ability to actually walk away.

A tireless hunter requiring no food, no shelter Ren walked the paths of this world for his life's mission. And this forest in it's ageless vitality was merely another step in the mission. For time out of memory demons,vampires, and the shadows that were no longer truly alive had haunted these woods. Their hunger to have what they did not posses drew them here like moths to the flame. For in these ageless woods they could bathe in at least the sensation of life. And since time out memory their existence had been whispered of in old legends and tales. Dismissed as figments of imagination to scare children by the majority of people the Goddess of Oribelle's summons were drawing them out in the same manner as Ren. But the nature of the Neesha was that the shadows that had protected them also made it difficult to tell Neesha apart from other supernaturals.


And so with each encounter in this forest one had to be careful, to keep their guard up until the facts and threats had been confirmed. And this Revenant knew as much. But in the end his goal was to find Neesha and often the best way to attract a predator was to expose oneself. And so Ren took no great care in walking through the woods. If not for his ancient armor and weapons the Revenant would have looked like another person on a walk through the forest of Kishima. And so those who took a great deal to hide themselves watched his progress through the paths of the forests. Those wise knew Ren for what he was and those he hunted drew closer sensing easy prey.

For 500 years Ren had hunted and though his quarry were anything but average mortals He was still a master of death. Humans had not been the only ones to die at the end of his blades. And even when he was but a man this hollow spirit had killed creatures of overwhelming power through carefully planned tactics and ambushes. And thus he feigned his normal walk through the woods all the meanwhile using his own abilities to track his prey that thought itself the hunter.

The prey drew ever closer into the trap laid out by the Revenant assassin. It's hunger was palpable and anyone with half a mind would have sensed it. To the fine tuned senses of the assassin it might as well been loud footsteps. And so hunter and prey drew ever closer in a game as old as time itself. The trap closed as the prey launched what it thought would be a successful sneak attack. Only to find the hunter one step ahead of it.

Although his fighting instincts spoke of ending it right then and there Ren's mind and mission needed the prey alive. After all killing Neesha where only half the mission. The Dark Goddess Hecate was the true enemy and the best way to get at a mother was through her children. So instead of cold steel the prey found the ice cold and unbreakable grip of Death at it's throat. Dead lifeless eyes stared into anger and shame filled eyes.

" Why does your Mother send you, what is her plan?" Ren asked the foul thing in his odd echoing tone of voice it's nature as lifeless as his eyes.

" Let me go." It managed to choke out with vehemence trying in vain to struggle free of Death's grasp.

" Why Does your Mother send you,what is her plan." Ren reticulated after slamming it against a nearby tree the sound of broken bones and the howl of pain echoing loudly in the quiet forest air.

" You'll get nothing from me." It choked out between gasps of pain and attempts to breathe hampered by both Ren's grasp at it's throat and broken ribs.

" Then I'll take your soul." Ren replied ramming his free hand into the foul thing's chest and ripping it out. Although mortal the wound was only the beginning for the Neesha. Dropping the physical body of the Neesha He held aloft the soul of the foul thing. A transparent ghost of the physical he ripped it asunder killing not only the body but also the soul. In the few seconds before death claimed the body horror washed over the Neesha.

Ren for his part walked on his mission still beckoned and the death of a Neesha was only part of it. The mystery behind the foul creatures was his master's true desire. And for that mission and that alone this tireless hunter walked the path.

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Ann followed Asher and saw him with some kind of servant. she listened to the conversation, and found out they were talking about a future wife to him. She was angry. Angry, but not at Asher. She wanted him to herself, but she didn't want to frighten him like last time. So she waited patiently, and then... she heard a song. It was coming from the stage, which was pretty far away from them. "I can't listen to them when I hear this song..." then she turned her head towards Asher again, and saw he walked away. "Ah, damn it, it distracted me from what I was doing..." She said, and followed Asher. "Ah, I have an idea!" She said and flew past Asher, kind of predicted where he was going to go since the path was mostly linear, and changed her form to the human-ish form.
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When Asher got there, she stood in his way, visible, and said: "Don't you remember me?... My love. It seems that in all of those 80 years I haven't seen you, you haven't grown up at all, just for our love..." She smiled.

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As he walked away, Asher sighed & shoved his hands into his pockets. He almost hated to admit it, but he couldn't wait for nighttime to finally set in for one reason: he had some pent up anger towards his step-mother & wished to use it against the Neesha. & he reason he disliked feeling such a way was because Firefly city's Main Stage Plaza, the place for most of the stores & such, would turn on their warm lighting. Thus, the parties & gatherings would begin. It was the perfect place to forget about the Neesha. However, he had something else in mind to do & he was actually looking forward to it.

Suddenly, Asher's thoughts were put to a sudden stop. In front of him was a female being that seemed to know him. "I, uh," he stammered as his eyes studied her. She looked so familiar, but he just couldn't place her. "I... know you. At least, I think so--" His words trailed off as she continued to speak & her loving words brought a blush to his face.


Firefly - Evening
Cein - Almost Morning
Kishima - Day

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"Oh, you will remember... That time... That beautiful time I had with you... You can't possibly forget it, can you? it was under this kind of night sky." Ann said, smiling. She then pointed to her lips while he just blushed, saying nothing. "I always loved you, and you were just afraid of me that time... I was hurt, you know~... Even creatures like me have feelings. well, if you have questions, ask them now... I might have answers~" She said, getting close to him slowly, and still smiling. Her sychte-like wings twitched a bit when she started moving, and she too, started blushing, but still smiling.

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The utter silence of Ren's footfalls were his only companion as the Revenant marched ever onwards. The sun muted by the thick mists made little light upoin the forest floor and so in white shaded shadows the assassin walked. Upon his left hand dried and flaked were the traces of the Neesha's lifeblood, a unspoken testimony to the raw strength endowed in this undead specter. Many were his abilities since Death had been bought off with the blood and soul of innocence. At first they had been strange and uncontrollable but as the encounter with the Neesha proved Ren used them with the same ease a mortal might breathe. But they as with everything else were merely tools and they served little beyond a more expedient method of dealing death.

In life Ren had always been one to let his blades do the talking for him. With flashing steel and unmatched tactics he had proven no single person was his match. But the ability to kill had left his more subtle tricks of persuasion by the way side. For there had been no need to speak to a target, all his master had desired back when blood still flowed through his veins was the target's death. Nothing more or nothing less and in this regard Ren had been and still was the true master Death. But simple murder had been replaced with a mission far beyond the normal skill set of an assassin. Information was his master's true desire and the skills endowed in this Revenant made him ill suited to such a task. He threatened, tortured, and maimed but the Neesha had thus far refused to speak.

And that more then anything made this tireless hunter's mission in life all the more lengthy. But in Ren's mind it did not matter. If he had to kill every single Neesha in existence then he would make the streets of every city run red with their demonic blood. If he had to face the Dark Goddess Hecate himself and force the answers out of her mind he would. Nothing was out of the question for this assassin. Murder,rape,genocide whatever it took to fulfill his master's wishes. Ren was in many ways no better then the foul creatures he hunted but sometimes evil had to be fought by a different kind of evil. And despite his true nature Ren and the Master he served were truer guardians of the world then the most virtuous knight in shining armor. For they had never failed to deliver and dying a hero's death was a foolish idea. So many times had disastrous events been halted by the skills of the assassins Ren was a part of. Through murder and chaos they preserved order. To them the balance was the utmost concern and foolish ideas of morality were scoffed at.


And thus Ren marched through the forest seeking answer his master desired using whatever methods got results.His silent footfalls holding the authority of fate itself.

The mists cleared as the day wore on revealing once more the bright summer sun that Kishima sweated under. It's place in the sky sent it's golden light through the ageless trees bathing the forest in a verdant light were once mist covered everything. And as if on cue the birds sang their melody sweeter then anything a mortal could produce. A timeless choir that was the envy of any musician it wove itself around the wind that flowed in it's gentle breeze. The heat made the scent of flowers rise in a heady perfume that reinforced the sense of life that bathed the forest.

But this beauty was once more lost on the hollow spirit that walked the forest path. Instead Ren began a distance eating jog his long legs flowing from step to step with the grace of a dancer but as ever the utter silence they fell with spoke of his dark skills. After all even the most skilled living being makes some noise however slight with each step. But even a master tracker would fail to hear Ren walking. Faster and Further he ran not even breathing heavily. He was a tireless hunter marching ever onwards. Exhaustion nothing but a faint memory of days when he lived. For a thousand years he could run and he would still be capable of running for another thousand.

However he did not plan to run forever this Revenant. No he reckoned in a day and half perhaps to be in Firefly city were the mortals gathered as in any city in groups. Easy Prey for the Neesha and thus Ren planned to be their for the pickings at Kishima had grown slim. And the Neesha he found either knew nothing or were disinclined to talk. This assassin hoped in Firefly to have better luck. And if not well then true to other half of his mission the streets would run red with the blood of Neesha. Then again Ren was planning on that eventuality anyways. As his master had said such foul creatures could not be allowed to live.

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Ann stopped as she heard what Asher said. Her face turned serious for a moment, then smiled again. "Yes... I kissed you that day... 80 years ago... I had been following you since earlier but... It's not my fault you saw me only the day after that, and ran like you never ran before! You were afraid of me, but I just wanted to love you, and I still want to love you now..." She suddenly became sad. "I saw it in your eyes that day... You only saw me as a monster who wants to drink your blood... BUT I LOVED YOU!!!!!!!" ... She waited a few seconds to regain her mysterious happiness, then talked again. "So~... What do you say, my love~? hehe."

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"I think it is quite unfair for you to know my name while I do not know yours, Sir." She said to him, Taro grinned, she was right of course. He paused for a bit before replying, even without the music to back her, her voice was melodic. Impressive, he thought.

“Taro Murakami…” He stated, dryly. At this, the siren proceeded to address her audience, he nearly forgot that all of this was taking place during a live performance, however, even at this realization, he didn’t seem to care much. “You certainly know how to work a crowd miss.” He said with an impressed whistle before hand. At this, she had to say the following;


"I do not like to keep the people waiting. It seemed that your interest is of urgency. So, I would like to know what song you mean? I did sang two songs earlier before you came before me, Sir.” Taro nodded, but before answering, he sauntered to the edge of the stage, only to turn his back to the entire crowd, gazing at her with evaluating violet irises.

“The first one the one about the lovelorn mermaid,” He looked away for a split second before looking back with a smirk, “Although the second one was just as enjoyable, don’t get me wrong.” He crossed his arms and nodded. “It’s a bit of a sad tale isn’t it? I’m sure I’ve never heard that tune, but yet when you sung it, I can’t help but think how familiar it was.” He let out a sigh, and shrugged with a playful grin.

“Maybe that’s just your game? You know, as an entertainer and all?” At this he rose only his left brow, very curious as to what her response would be

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ImageA flawless smile was upon her beautiful face as she heard his own form of compliment about her the last song she sang. After all, she is a still a being collecting praises along the way. Isn't that what makes all living creatures wanted to look for when they do something? No one truly wants to hear criticisms, they only pretend to hear that is all. The same could be said about her. This was all just one big game for her to pass time or maybe not. Who knows? It was only her and her "Mother" who knows what this path she had chosen would lead to. In any case, the gentleman now known as Taro Murakami who had kindly introduce himself finally answered her inquiry to what song he was referring to.

"Oh Mr. Murakami, the singer is the avenue of feelings that would be related to the people. It is only normal that the emotions wrapped in a song would be felt quite familiar after all, it is the main objective of one such as I. To awaken the sense of relations."

She spoke with such intellect that one would think that she was far different from the other idols that seemed to be all about fame and fortune. It seemed that even without her career as a singer she would prosper in any field that she would take without doubt. Another reason that could be the cause of her massive popularity to the people when she entered the music industry. In addition, she had always been amiable and proper to anyone who would approach her. There was no air of arrogance around her despite her certain advantages.

"The Little Mermaid is a story that had span many years. It would not be a surprised if one would feel a kind of sentiment over it. If I had made it familiar to you, I have done my job as a singer well. Or, is this just an agenda of yours to have a chance to talk to me? After all, I did already experienced such occurrences."

Her eyes that seemed to change from deep mauve to the gentle hue of aqua and to the color of the sea then gazed to the audience for a slight moment. The expression of proper manner dropped into a solemn and forlorn look. It was as if seeing a painting that depicted the feeling of melancholy with beauty to its perfection. Calliope remained in that way for a few seconds. It was not known whether it was intentional or not but her next words definitely meant something beyond the borders of normalcy. She was truly an enigma to everyone around her even including to the one before her named, "Taro Murakami".

"The feeling of a love that would be shown under the pretense of illusion is something that everyone obtains yet the food of the heart and soul is an object that remains unattainable by all just like the mermaid even by me. That is why..."

As if waking from her trance, she gave a simple smile and cued to the staff in the backstage to prepare for the next song. Time was wasting and she had spent much time in matters that would lead her in confusion. That is why this conversation must come to an end. She does not need distractions that would being forth memories so clear and blurry to her mind. Especially, the knowledge of her being a Neesha must be concealed at all costs now she was before a child of Oribelle.

"I am sorry Mr. Murakami for cutting this short. However, I still have a performance to finish. If you would kindly leave the stage now unless you would join me in my performance. In addition, I believe we will be seeing each other soon enough if the path you chose is the one that had been given to you the moment you were born. Anyways, see you around then."

With that, she turned on her microphone and waved cheerfully to the audience that had waited for her. It seemed that sad Calliope that was before Taro was nothing more but a dream as the melody of the next song played through the air. The Siren was definitely a being that had limitless of surprises under her sleeves.

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Walking through the green halls of trees and grass, Moriko could feel the very pulse of life beneath her feet. This forest was so different in the light, no longer a dark world of mystery, it was open and inviting. She smiled as green dappled sunlight kissed her face, and the warm flower-scented winds fingered her hair, floating unbound about her face. Indeed, she was so at home in this setting it wouldn’t be surprising if she simply- disappeared.

Suddenly, the silence was shattered by a tiny noise- a footfall. Someone was behind her! Spinning, she drew a knife from her boot and threw it in a single motion, to end quivering in a tree, an inch away from the Neesha attempting to creep up on her.

With a savage grin, the creature waggled a finger at her. “Naughty, naughty- you should play with such dangerous objects, darling,” its voice hissed over the last word, caressing it and making Moriko shiver, “Someone might get hurt. Now be a good girl and don’t resist.” The…thing crouched down, ready to leap at her throat, but hesitated as Moriko snapped her fingers, summoning a flame.

“Careful, or you might get burned,” she snarled. “And unluckily for you, I’ve never been a good girl!” At the last, she flung herself at the creature, fires burning in both hands, and spun at the last second, snapping her foot out to catch him in the chest. He flew back, snarling, to hit the tree with her dagger in it. Throwing one handful of fire at him, she snatched the dagger from the tree, to kneel before him as he struggled with the flames eating up his shirt. Holding her dagger to his neck, she blew gently on the angry flames. They went out, silencing his shrieks. About to turn, he froze at the cold metal held gently along his jaw.

“Ah, now…tell me, you horrid creature, why you’re here,” she whispered, her breath tickling his ear. She leaned back an inch, and in a normal tone of voice, said again, “What do you want?”

He bared his fangs. “Just a little snack, my darling. A bit of breakfast…” His tongue licked his lips, as his eyes traveled to her neck. “It wouldn’t have hurt…much.” Her knife pressed down harder, and a trickle of blood snacked down his neck.

“You know that’s not what I meant. Why are you here! What do you want from this world! What is your…Mother’s…plan?”

“Now, now, darling. Easy on the metal, or you won’t get anything from me. How about I answer…for some of that delicious blood of yours? Just a nibble, my darli-” His voice cut out in a chocked gasp as her knife sliced deeply into his neck. As he slid down, she stood and glared. As she returned her knife to its sheath, she glared. His body burst into flames, releasing one last shriek until it was silent but for the crackle of the flames.

“And I’m not ‘your darling.’” She spat, turning to go after ensuring that the fire wouldn’t touch the grass around his body.

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"So, its a pleasure to call my name huh~? Congratulations on being the first in 150 years to call out my name! I'm so happy I found you!" she smiled with her eyes closed. suddenly, she opened her eyes and her smile was gone, replaced with a curious expression. "Ah, by the way... Humans aren't supposed to look this young if they are over 80 years old, are they? Are you, by chance, not a human, but something else, like me?" She wondered, and her sychte wings twitched again. "I answered all your questions so far, so answer mine~" She sat on the dock.

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Striding through the forest, Moriko saw everything through a flame-colored haze. Disgust at the Neesha trembled through her body. That such an abomination could intrude upon her peaceful sanctuary made her feel as though the world was spiraling down into its final moments. Pausing for a moment, she prayed to the Goddess for strength, stability, and the end of the Neesha.

In a flash of regret, she realized she couldn’t do this on her own. She need help, but more importantly, she needed information. Turning, she looked up at the sun, judging her position. With a sigh, she mentally bid farewell to her peaceful retreat and set out for the closest city, Cein City, in the hope of finding anyone who knew more about these creatures.

Keeping a knife handy and her ears pricked, Moriko drew ever closer to the edges of the forest and the confines of the city. She thought despairingly of the crush of humanity and hum of technology. How much had the world changed in the many- how many? How many years had slipped by as she hid in the deep forests, avoiding others. Although she had occasionally spoken to clueless humans who could no more comprehend the concept of time as it meant to an elf than they could sprout wings and fly.

Casting her mind back, her brows drew closer as she thought. The last time she had stepped into the confines of a city- always avoiding Firefly City, the place of her birth and the rejection of her family- had been 28 years ago, according to the lunar cycle. That meant she had turned 231 a month ago.

“How much has changed in the world…” she mussed. “What events have I missed? How much progress can happen in a year?” To many, she knew, the idea of spending so much time alone in the forest would have been incomprehensible. She, however, had barely noticed the passing time, content to lay in the same spot for days, watching the years flow by oh so quickly, not even registering that life continued outside the forests and valleys.

The last time she had stepped back into time (as she thought of the rare times she became conscious of the passing of time) she had been horribly confused by the differences in the world. Bewildered by the fast-paced lifestyle of so many, she had escaped back into her forests after only three days. Since then, she had only spoken to lone travelers.

With a sigh, Moriko resolved herself to find someone who could understand the concept of, well, stepping out of time. That meant she’d either have to find a vampire, which was unlikely, or, heavens forbid, another elf. The thought of seeing one of her own kind was unwelcoming, to say the least, since the last time she had so much as set eyes on one they had been commanding her to leave her home of a hundred years. Those cold, accusing eyes still made her feel sick inside.

The smell of burning grass brought her back to herself, and she spun around. The grass at her feet was burning, as waves of flame trailed her, leaving scorch marks on several trees and a clear trail of blackened footprints. Freezing in place, she closed her eyes and forced herself into deep, soothing meditation.

After a minute, she snapped back into reality and resolved herself to getting as far away as possible before she had to sleep, so that any who chanced upon her trail would be unable to find her.

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