Hibiki No Echo

Purple Butterfly on Your Right Shoulder - [Hibiki and tenebrae16]

With a scowl, he shot up from his seat. Obviously, the prince called did Deamion come along and he did bump into him today. Too bad, Blake really wasn't impressed. Putting one hand on the table and with very buisness-like look, he spoke out in a cold and icy voice. "No way in hell. Find someone else to get you your damn protection." The lady-like entity has boredom, engraved all over her pretty face. "Well, if you wish to change your mind. My card is here with a phone number. Pleasure to meet you Blake Whitlea. I am Vioretta Hanacho. Have a nice day. Enjoy those headaches." With that she stalked out of the room, looking as if she expected such a event. Pushing the wooden door, letting the chime ring in the restaurant the second time, as a girl held the door open slightly before going in to sit down behind the rich duo.

Chrys had a skeptic look on his face, looking at Blake, his hazel eyes telling him to sit down. Understanding his friend, he put his behind back onto the chair. "Tell what the hell is going on. What headaches have you been having again?" Chrys' voice was blunt and straight to the point. "Ah, well. You see, you know how I let those two come with me? I ended up screwing the one with the three coloured hair. I don't know why, but it seemed magical? There was this purple butterfly everywhere and I couldn't really control whatever I was doing." Blake explained, letting his shorter friend sink in such information. "And well, I don't really look like I screwed anyone huh? That my ringtone was change to this weird song. Also when I was walking here, I got this massive migraine that lasted for like a minute." Chrys was nodding, formulating his opinion on the matter. "I see... Well, the fact Miss Vioretta managed know all that is pretty amazing. I can see she's not human. But from my perspective, she knows what you're thinking. If I were you, you'd best go get the help from her." Blake hated to admit this but the scary yangire had a point. If he was right then...

"Um... I don't mean to eavesdrop. But... um... I think... You shouldn't trust her." A small voice, but a voice nonetheless. Behind them, that's where it's coming from. "Huh? It's you!" It was that young lady from earlier, her big eyes full of embarrassment. "U-um... She's known for... tricking people into giving her protection then betraying them... Um.. If you want those chronic headaches to stop... I have a method to stop them..." The girl was meek and demure, that was for sure. With surprised look on his face, the girl seemed to overhear everything they said. "How can we trust you as well?" Chrys voiced his opinion on this matter. The girl whimpered a little and put her fists to her chest. "U-Um... Well... I can't force you but... I think... it's best this way..." She tried to reason with the vicious shota. This girl was alot more polite but appearances can be decieving but how hard can it be? Pushing up his glasses with his left hand, he put out his right hand as a friendly gesture. "Alright, I'll believe for now. What was it Miss..." "I am Serena. Serena Bellflower. It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance Mister Whitlea." She returned said gesture, as she shook his hand daintily with a sweet smile.

[Skybreaker] Lumières Caelum [tenebrae16]

Judging from the terminology, I assume a budget tour is a tour of a country on a limited financial circumstance? Basically a tour but you're on a budget... I think? This is all judging from words though so take this with a grain of salt.

[Skybreaker] Lumières Caelum [tenebrae16]

Honestly, you should get that summer homework done as fast as possible.

No Homework = More RPing.

Purple Butterfly on Your Right Shoulder - [Hibiki and tenebrae16]

Eh. Either way, these two are important characters. Both NPCs so have fun controlling them. :3c

Purple Butterfly on Your Right Shoulder - [Hibiki and tenebrae16]

SHE SEEMS PRETTY SUSPICIOUS HUH!?

Purple Butterfly on Your Right Shoulder - [Hibiki and tenebrae16]

He had to get to Angel Mort, he had to get to Angel Mort. With that, he smashed into a familiar face. Knocked down by his own speed, he fell down onto his behind, Fuck it hurt, getting up and not caring about the pain he looked at he poor man he knocked over. "A-ah! I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going. Ah, well my prince, I need to be off, if you want to speak about anything I'll be at Angel Mort down the road." With a hasty goodbye, his legs took off as he pushed his way through the crowds of people. The sun was being hostile, yet again. Why is it on sunny days like this, something always happens? Dammit.

Panting, he reached the door of the wonderful restaurant. With big fancy script, the words "Angel Mort" were at the top of the building. It wasn't too big but it wasn't too small either. It seems like a family restaurant but it most definitely isn't. Just one look at those uniforms... "C-chrys? I'm here!" He called out as he opened the wooden door, letting a small chime go through the store. With cute eyes, his spiky haired friend waved to him and gestured to him to come over, with a girl. A girl with long, shimmering violet hair and deep emerald eyes that is. Her figure was well endowed, her face was sleek, as her eyes slanted upwards, giving her a very regal feel. Her expression was unamused, she toyed with her hair as indigo butterfly lied on top of her hair. She just screamed out total bitch. "I assume you are the lady, the one who knows how to bring the great Whitlea Co. down?" His voice hissed out in an obviously annoyed tone. She glanced back, looking at the rich CEO, bored. "That I am, might I ask, you know how to sleep around right? You've also just experienced a chronic headache no?" Her voice deep, with a British accent to boot. He looked at her with a puzzled look, how did she know about the headache? Impossible... Unless...

"You are the purple butterfly I saw last night aren't you!?" His voice almost reaching a screaming point, Chrys gave him one glare and he sat down. He knew not to get on Chrys' bad side. "I'm afraid I have no idea about what you are talking about. That purple entity and me are separate beings. Shame on you for thinking so." Blake looked at the woman, she was not human in the metaphorical sense that is. She just couldn't be, how did she know about the purple butterfly? With a glare he stared at the woman. "How the hell do you know this?" Blake was not amused, he asked her. With a confident smirk, she gave an icy look. "Look, I'll get to the point, I am not a human. I need protection, you are known to be very reliable. So, for that, I seek for your protection. Obviously, this has a price. That chronic headache you just experienced? I can stop it from re-occuring." She was blunt. Blake just looked at her with a pissed off look. Was this whore joking? Not human his ass. "I don't get it, prove to me you aren't human." Chrys was just looking at the scene with blank eyes. He didn't seemed to surprised.

"Very well, in the next few minutes, the person you bumped into will come into this store in the next few minutes." She seemed to full of herself, with one violet eye closed with her porcelain arms folded. What was this girl thinking?

Purple Butterfly on Your Right Shoulder - [Hibiki and tenebrae16]

Ahaha, the next girl will blow your suspicions out of the water making them both prime canidates. Trust me. I will say this though, the girl is a very important character.

Purple Butterfly on Your Right Shoulder - [Hibiki and tenebrae16]

IS PRETTY OLD THO. SO IS THIS PICTURE OF CHRYS.

Chrys

The Girl

Purple Butterfly on Your Right Shoulder - [Hibiki and tenebrae16]

That girl... I wonder who she is...

I have an uncoloured picture of her with her japanese name if you wish to see!

Purple Butterfly on Your Right Shoulder - [Hibiki and tenebrae16]

All he could do was slowly let the blue eyes reveal themselves as he awoke from a strange slumber. He looked around, the sheet were dry, he had his clothes on.He was next to a complete stranger, who appeared to be in complete bliss. His clothes were on too. Strange, he could've sworn... "A violet butterfly flutters gently in the room, landing upon your right shoulder as we shared a kiss-". His phone was- Hey, that wasn't his ringtone. But it was coming from his phone. The violet appeared to have disappeared, leaving his vison in a normal state. "H-hello? Blake speaking." He breathed into the device, his voice barely having any sound. What was going on here!? "Blake, we have a problem. A girl has turned up, she wants to see you. She says she has something that can jeopardize your entire company. Get to Angel Mort as soon as possible." With wide blue eyes, he turned to look at his intimate partner. "Understood, I'll be there as soon as possible." Shaking his head, he simply got up and ran out the room door, letting his blue eyes glance at the angelic sleeping figure.

He was in perfect condition more or less, even after such an indecent act, he still was able to look his best. Somehow, he looked like he just had a normal night. Impossible, he knew what happened, then why? He was currently on the side walk to Angel Mort, a resturant known for it's dleicious cakes and it's... unique uniform. "Man, what the hell... A-ah... Aaaaaaaaaarggggh!" His head was cursed with a sudden pain so unimaginable. It crushed his psyche and ripped out his own state of mind, forcing him to kneel down to the cold hard pavement. "Wh-what... the... A-aaaaaaah!" It came down like a brick, a ten thousand kilogram one at that. "Hah.... Hah... Hah..." His tears fell out, dripping onto his fair skin as they ran down his cheeks like blood, blood from own mind. "I-it hurts... Aaaaaaaaaaargh!" Again, it attacked him even more. "Sir! Are you alright!?" A girl voiced her concern, he didn't care, the pain was the real focus. He could feel a string of saliva start to drip out of his mouth. "I-I'm... fine! J-just a... small... migraine.. Hah..." He breathed out and looked up, a girl with an angelic beauty could only describe her. Her big, innocent cobalt eyes filled with worry, her round face as well as her light ash hair, tied into two corkscrew ponytails. Suddenly, the pain stopped. "Hah... I'm sorry... to... Hah... worried you Miss..." He just ran off, leaving the flat chested lady looking at him with a confused look.