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[b][color=7e9ebc]Time[/color][/b]
🌀 Morning.

[b][color=7e9ebc]Location[/color][/b]
🌀 Riverport - Cheap Inn.

[b][color=7e9ebc]Interactions[/color][/b]
🌀 [@Helo] - Bowyn.
🌀 [@Tae] - Eris and Raven.
🌀 [@Potter] - Rue.
🌀 [@princess] - Annya.


[b][color=7e9ebc]Mentions[/color][/b]
🌀 N/A.

[b][color=7e9ebc]Equipment[/color][/b]
🌀 Regal clothes.
🌀 Tome.
🌀 356 Amas.

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Chaos. It was what had been transpiring all around him. The spark began draped in the face of a princess, understandable reluctance towards a strange demon taking center stage. Of course, Chaos had begun to unravel long before Inori made his presence known, conversations and disagreements climbing towards exponential heights. A sharp-toothed grin tugged at the boy’s reptilian features, but he luckily managed to keep such a gleeful reaction sealed beneath a measure of professionalism. His brother’s words presented themselves once again. [i]’We’re driven by our emotions. We embrace them. We bathe in the Chaos of what’s in our hearts, but the surface races seem to fight it. They’re at war with themselves, and it’s hilarious to watch.’[/i]

Truly, it was. What had initially presented itself as a conversation between cultures and ideals quickly devolved into a meltdown, Inori’s crimson gaze taking in the sight as a clawed hand lowered to his scrawny stomach. [i][color=7e9ebc]Don’t laugh, don’t laugh.., do not laugh,’’[/color][/i] a mantra, at this point, a chant repeating itself within the Azure Fiend’s mind. Could he contain this ‘Raven’ girl’s outburst? He could, indeed, but did he want to? No, not at all. He would not conjure forth a sphere of Azura to cocoon her galeforce, a decision born from several layers of thought. The others would likely consider it an act of hostility, seeing a demon already labeled suspicious wield his foul magicks, but most importantly; it was boring. Inori found far greater joy in observing the breakdown of an individual’s psyche. This would most certainly find home upon the pages of his tome; how the war affected those within its iron grip. No, not even the allied races standing against Dark Elves appeared able to agree on a course of action. 

At the very least, Inori’s offer for drinks was accepted, the boy’s gaze shifting towards Eris. This one was calm, collected, and withstood the whorl of emotional turbulence surrounding her. An impressive feat by every measure. However, yet again, further conversation was struck by interruption, a far darker actor taking the stage. Pride, a demon Inori was well aware of, if entirely divorced from. The Azure Fiends were not partial to others of their kin, for where was the freedom in alliance? Where was the purity of Chaos in following the mandate of others? No, the Azure Fiends did as they pleased, simply because they felt like it, which to them was the definition of freedom, the definition of purity in Chaos. It was why Inori was studying the war, to present information in which his peers could make a decision; [i]’Do we want to bother? Will it be fun?’[/i]

Tilting his head, the lad crossed spindly arms. What a display, one colored in sanguine wine. It was only following Pride’s antics, or rather, his statement, that something dawned on the boy. This would reflect on him, Inori’s eyes falling shut as thoughts took hold. [i][color=7e9ebc]’Well. Shit.’[/color][/i] If he took this moment to abscond, leaning towards his powers in pursuit of an exit, he would certainly be branded an accomplice to atrocity. However, as the diminutive demon shifted focus from the broadcast to his immediate company, he’d eventually land on a decision. 

Lowering himself to a chair, Inori leaned back and waited for the storm to settle. [color=7e9ebc]”So.., I don’t know him,”[/color] came a comment as a claw motioned ahead at the broadcast. Who heard him? It was difficult to say, considering the list of shenanigans taking place, but one thing was certainly clear; Ol’ Pride had ruffled some feathers by quite literally tearing asunder ‘Avalia’s Hope’, and where the Azure Fiends found little interest in tyrannical displays of sadism, the following Chaos was truly something to behold. The surface world was a marvel.