The appearance of the spiderling was unexpected, and so, frowned upon by the blond merfolk. Eikki was in no mood for children, and that one's behavior was making the anger inside of him rise dangerously. However, he had done enough for the night: no more acts of stupidity, no more trying to be the hero, no more anger or instinct. His part in that spectacle was over, and he had played the Clown all along. A single stare at the boy was enough for him to move on to someone else. If Eikki's eye could change color based on his emotions, his would be showering the vicinities with a bright red glow.

His heart being gripped torturously by fingers of darkness, the angels words hurt Eikki much more than he had antecipated. In his hunger to protect Rosalina, he had put himself in a bad position, indeed. His coral blade pressing against her was no longer, as the beautiful being flew away from him with the ease of a child running through the woods. Her words still resonated in his mind as Ty approached, and the merfolk blushed, though his blood being blue, his cheeks also flushed in a dark blue color. He immediately lowered his hand and the blade withdrew, revealing the uglyness of his limb: three fingers, thick and monstruous, made of pure coral, were at the tip of his mutated arm.

Furiously assaulted by guilt, the merfolk drew back to his human form, staring at Rosalina. He had let his feelings get the best of him, but that would not happen again. All that time, he had pointed the sword at the wrong person. Andracos was still there, happily holding Rosalina in his arms, as the poor beauty grew ever more frightened. Eikki took a couple steps forward, horrified that her look of fear might have been directed at him. His guilt was seeping through his expression, betrayed the heavy weight in his heart. [b]"Rosalina...i am sorry. I thought...harm would befall you, and acted out of pure instinct."[/b] he said, but no more words would come out, as a knot formed in his throat. The male reached in for his cigarettes and took two steps away from Rosalina before lighting it up and taking a deep drag. He then turned to CeCi. Her words might have hit him hard, but he was not done with the angel.[b]"Take a look behind you, angel. It was not only me who took your behavior as treacherous. Don't try to play me with your words. Rosalina wasn't frightened by a mere gust of wind or blowing leaf. Mind your manners next time."[/b]

He didn't leave room for the angel to respond. Another stare at Andracos and his words were directed at Rosalina once more. [b]"My dear angel...i do hope you go to your husband at once and tell him what has transpired here - what you saw, through your eyes and your eyes only. If there's anyone here who can judge others on their actions tonight, it is you. I am at your mercy, and so is everyone else here, dear Rosalina. I have faith in your wisdom and sense of justice."[/b] he said, took a deep bow and started walking away.

With the animal side of him still wide awake, he needed to see someone with whom his current self identified - and that would be no other than Imalia. The beautiful mermaid was, as Eikki saw it, little more than a wild animal. Still, her behavior felt familiar to him, even though Eikki had never met the fishwoman in his previous life. And he, in part, identified himself in her. That animosity, that wildness, was latent in him all along - and had just been set free. If the circumstance demanded, he would have pierced Celleci's throat without remorse, rendering the woman unconscious as the blade stopped her from getting any air. With that thought playing over and over inside his head, he made his way to Imalia.

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Eikki had only seen Imalia in the distance: an animal locked up in a watery prison, she was little more than that to him. But still, he had the firm belief that no one should live in chains, and her half-human part would agree. Her behavior was just that: that of a caged being, longing for freedom. Yet Eikki knew the stories, oh he knew them very very well: sirens like Imalia were feared as terrors of the sea, dragging sailors to their doom under the waters...but oh, such beauty they posessed. Eikki thought Imalia was almost as beautiful as Rosalina herself, but a different kind of beauty, one that activated some other distant corner of his brain: a wild, untamed, animal beauty, something that attracted in a way he could not put into words, for it was the way of an animal. Perhaps lust would be the word, yet he rarely admited such things to himself, let alone to others.

His cigarette had burned out and, before entering Imalia's tent and facing her prison, the blond man took a deep breath and lit another cig, taking a drag and letting out the combination of both healthy and poisonous air. But a noise from inside the tent made him act fast. Instead of taking another drag to prepare himself, he busted inside the tent to find the poor blue-haired fairy under Imalia's grip. That sadistic smile touched him deep in a part of his personality that almost bursted out of him a couple minutes before: The Assassin, he called it. All those years killing to meet his soul quota were slowly, but surely, darkening that part of him. Instead of being cold and calculist, The Assassin was starting to grow more as a sadist than anything else. And that part smiled, a smiled filled with pure joy at that sight of Imalia's pure and devilish smile. Yet the merfolk was still in control, and his words agreed with this mindset. [b]"Imalia!!! Release poor JeSi, now, please! What is going on here, mermaid?"[/b]. The very sight of Eikki, the outcast, the unconsisting, the disappearer, should be enough to make Imalia stop doing whatever it was she was doing with the faerie, and he hoped his words would make that happen sooner rather than later.