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Chloe Cooper

@Wick

When Adam leaned down for the second kiss, Chloe honestly didn't know if she wanted another kiss or not. Would he think she was easy for letting him kiss her on their first date and when she knew so little about him? She had so many things she worried about but despite that, she didn't really move away or stop him. She felt her eyes flutter close as his lips moves steadily towards her. But as soon as his lips rested against hers again, images flashed through her head just like the first time.

Lightning and fire clashing against each other. Two women's faces. A spinning wheel with golden thread.

What were those?

As Adam's lips left hers, the images withdrew as well. When he hugged her, she automatically hugged him back, liking the way his arms felt warm around her. But she couldn't quite focus on him as her mind tried to find a reason why she kept seeing strange vaguely familiar images in her head every time he kissed her. Did he see them as well? Should she ask?

I'd probably sound crazy if I tell him I'm seeing strange things in my head everytime he kisses me. And if he thinks I'm crazy then I wouldn't see him again. She thought to herself, letting him tug her down to sit beside him. And then instead of asking about visions and strange images, she blurted out a completely different question.

"Do you kiss every girl you bring on a first date?" she asked.

Oops. That was a little too straightforward, wasn't it? she inwardly sighed. Too late to take back what she said now.
@Caits

The woman scoffed. "I don't care how good a witch you think you are. But when I find out that you did something to Caius, I will make sure to tear you limb from limb," she warned in a cool, calculated voice that could send shivers down a grown man's spine. And then just like that, without pausing and in daylight, the dark haired woman took off and phased to her wolf form mid run. Using her superb sense of smell, she locked onto her brother's scent and followed it into the woods.

At her full running speed, she got to where the wolves convened the night before in a matter or minutes. His scent was the strongest in the clearing. She could smell blood--his blood intermixed with a musky, earthy scent of witches. Had there been a battle here? Where was he? She reached out with her mind, trying to call out to her twin. But she was met only with silence. Her blood ran cold and she howled furiously as she tried picking up his trail again.
Chloe Cooper

@Wick

Chloe looked at her hand in Adam's and again felt that electric shock go through her. It didn't hurt and it wasn't exactly unpleasant but it was definitely strange. Was it attraction? The kind that she always read about in books? Is her heart beating fast just because of running or was it because she was both nervous and excited to be alone with the man she embarrassed herself in front of earlier that day? When they stopped, she thought she could catch her breath and gather her thoughts. She watched him lean down to roll up her pants. It was really thoughtful of him.

When he straightened back up, she opened her mouth to thank him but her eyes grew wide when he leaned down, cupped her cheek and pressed his lips against hers.

At the contact, her breath hitched and disjointed images flashed through her head. A huge room with marble floors and ivory spires. Two women that looked strangely familiar. A man wearing armor with fire burning in his eyes.

When Adam pulled back, the memory receded as though it was never there in the first place. She didn't say anything first and just let him drape his arm on her shoulders. "What was that?" she finally asked. The question was both about the kiss and the strange images she had seen.

Did he see them too? Or were they just a product of her over imaginative mind? But if it was, why now? Why after kissing Adam?

Kissing Adam...

She paused at that thought and her cheeks promptly turned bright pink. What was she doing letting a man she had only met a few hours ago kiss her? She worried about what he would think. Would he think she was easy for letting him just kiss her like that? But if she had pushed him away, would he be offended?
Chloe Cooper

@Wick

By the time they finished dinner, Chloe had lightened up and had gotten comfortable chatting with Adam. When he invited her to walk on the beach, she shyly agreed. Hanging out with a handsome guy wouldn't hurt.

As they neared Adam's house, Chloe's eyes lit up at the sight of it. She had always wondered what it'd be like living on the beach, having lived in the city most of her life. It must be nice to be able to listen to the sound of the water and be able to go for a dip anytime you wanted.

She stepped into the house. Although his house wasn't anything fancy, she still thought it marvelous. He was right. He was living in a place where most people could only wish they could. Including her. "Your place is really nice," she said as as she walked to a window overlooking the sea. "Cozy and relaxing. The sound of the water is amazing. With how full I am from dinner, I might fall asleep listening to it," she chuckled.

@Caits Enter Claudia Aluredes. ^_^
@Caits

A woman wearing a tight black leather suit switched off the ignition of her motorcycle and removed her helmet, revealing long black hair, a handsome face and piercing blue eyes. She looked around, wrinkling her nose in disgust. While she could smell the scent of wolves, the town reeked of vampires and witches. Why Caius wanted to stay in a place like this was beyond her comprehension.

She looked towards a woman across the street. From the distance, the newcomer could sense that she was a witch and the words she was muttering were most probably incantations. She swung her leg off her bike, leaned it on its stand and jogged towards the woman. As she got closer, she caught a whiff of Caius' scent. It was all over the witch.

She narrowed her eyes.

"Hey, witch. Where's Caius? What have you done to him?" she called out, hostility obvious in her voice. Last night had been horrible. She felt a sharp pain in her chest as though someone had stabbed her with a knife. She feared that something happened to her brother and so she wasted no time getting on her bike and speeding towards the direction she smelled his scent. If the witch had done something to Caius, she was ready to tear her apart.

Nyxia | Molly

Collaboration of @Kyrisse and @JBRam2002

Thank heavens for distractions in the form of a stuffed toy like creature. Pulling herself out of her depressing thoughts and sheathing Promise and Betrayal in their scabbards, Nyxia watched the moogle’s antics in amusement. When things finally settled down and Julian led the group towards the direction of the camp, she fell into step with the rest of the group although she kept a small distance away from them.

Molly fluttered along, still mumbling disgruntledly to herself as the group made its way through the dark of night. Why anyone would think it was okay to throw a small fluffy animal who was certainly not cute in any way was beyond her. However, during her grumbling, she noticed that one of the group was keeping to herself more than normal. Molly fluttered over towards Nyxia. “Moogle got your tongue, kupo?” she asked.

The time it took for Molly to head on towards her, Nyxia’s thoughts had turned back to her predicament. Marked and hated, just like what the PSICOM Tracker said. Was she really still human like what Julian said? Or was she slowly turning into a monster?

She was brought out of her reverie by the moogle’s question. She looked up. “I don’t think there’s anything to talk about,” she replied with a shrug.

“Oh of course,” Molly replied, nodding thoughtfully. “Today has seemed like a completely normal day, after all. Nothing out of the ordinary. No wars, no Cie’th trying to kill us. I hear that the price of corn might be rising soon.” The moogle turned back to Nyxia and shook her head emphatically, which in turn caused most of her body to waggle back and forth. “Of course there are things to talk about! Like that brand of yours. If you don’t talk about it, you’re more likely to end up like one of those things you just fought, you know?”

Nyxia’s expression turned dark at the mention of her brand. ”If I turn into one of those monsters, then someone better make sure to put me down,” she said, letting a bit of bitterness and anger seep into her words. That was her fate now, was it not? She unconsciously lifted her hand and clutched the arm where the brand was. Even though she had hidden it from sight, it was there. There was no denying that. She sighed and looked at the moogle. ”I suppose it is best to make the most out of the time that I’m still human.”

Molly nodded. “I can’t pretend to know what it’s like to be a l’Cie,” she said sympathetically, a paw reaching out to lightly tap Nyxia’s shoulder. “But if you don’t keep your chin up, I do know that the power your brand gives you will be worthless. It hurts, but you have to keep a smile on. You haven’t lost yet, so don’t give up on me now.”

Keep a smile on… Nyxia repeated silently to herself. No, there was nothing to smile about. Nothing at all. She stopped smiling a long time ago. She would have told the moogle off. What did she know about hurting, about losing and giving up? The resentful words were already on her lips but the lighthearted creature was only trying to cheer her up. She didn’t deserve the words. So instead, the Pulsian scout gave her the smallest of smiles that she could muster.

“There we go!” Molly replied, a wide grin appearing on her face. “I knew you could do it!” The moogle seemed utterly pleased with her ability to cheer someone up, and utterly oblivious to the minimal extent of cheering her comments had made. “You can always talk to Molly,” she said happily. “I’m a great conversationalist, you will find. Quite knowledgeable on many subjects, from fal’Cie to mass production of food systems in Cocoon to aerodynamics and AMP technology. I would be glad to share anything I know!”

Had Nyxia been the same as she was before she lost her family, she would have found the moogle’s cheerfulness infectious. But not now. Not anymore. And as always, she downplayed her emotions and pretended to be fine. She nodded. ”I’ll keep that in mind,” she said simply.

“Of course you will!” Molly replied cheerfully. “I like you, Nyxia! You’re much nicer than that other mean guy. Did you see him throw me? The nerve! You’d never do that though.” Molly again patted Nyxia’s shoulder and hummed a quiet tune to herself as she floated along, doing her best to keep Nyxia company.

”I hope you weren’t hurt,” Nyxia replied, giving the floating ball of fluff a quick glance. It must be nice to be so carefree like her. ”Have you…” she started and then paused in hesitation. ”...come across a lot of Fal’Cies?” she finsihed. Molly did say that she can ask anything.

“Nope!” Molly replied, just as enthusiastically as before. “But I’ve read about a lot of them. Fal’Cies are responsible for nearly everything you see here in Cocoon, from maintaining the temperature to the food supply, even providing a light source and the day/night cycle! On Pulse, they are just as important. I hear some even create and destroy entire species as required by the local ecology! I wonder what the fal’Cie you faced was responsible for. Did it tell you its purpose?”

Wrong topic. Nyxia didn’t really care much for Fal’Cies as Molly appear to be. She was only interested in one thing. Killing them. While Shemhazai’s death didn’t really make much of a difference, she figured hunting down and killing more would satisfy her lust for retribution. She tried to keep her tone of voice neutral. “No, it didn’t.”

“A pity. Knowing the fal’Cie’s motivation is a good way to figure out its Focus,” Molly replied. “Hopefully we can figure out the Focus before it’s too late.” She was suddenly quiet, nearly as quiet as Nyxia had been, and her face looked like she was pondering the deepest questions of the universe. “So, if you’re from Pulse, and Julian is from Cocoon.... I wonder why you all got recruited by the same fal’Cie. Usually they only recruit people from their own world.”

...Usually they only recruit people from their own world. Molly’s words echoed in Nyxia’s head. It was a curious thing why the Fal’Cie would do that and for the first time since being branded, the violet haired Pulsian felt less hostile and a little bit curious. ”That is something to think about.”

“Either way, I'm sure you will complete your Focus and get your reward of eternal life!” Molly continued exuberantly. “And I'll do whatever I can to help you all out. It's the least I could do after you all saved me back there. I think we'll all be best of friends!”

Nyxia looked at the moogle and merely nodded.

@Caits I'm thinking she'll be safe. Witches went after the wolves first. Caius won't go back home until a few days unless Callie goes out to find him. But depends on what you wanna do.
@Ashevelendar You are still around, right?


Nyxia stared at the place where the Cie'th had been standing. It wasn't the first time she came across the monstrosities, there were a lot of them wandering around Pulse. But her reaction was still the same. Fear. Pity. Loathing. Every time she came across one, she was always reminded of what happened in her village...to her family. Every single time. She thought it would change as time passed, that she'd change. But nothing has. The more she faced them, the more she felt that surge of anger intermixed with sorrow and terror. Did they deserve death? They had been human once. As human as her father had been. As human as she was now. Did they deserve salvation that death brought them? Atrocious monsters that knows no compassion, that do not recognize friend from foe. Vile, disgusting aberrations made by so called gods. As terrible as her father had become. As horrible as she would become if she fails to fulfill her focus.

Her knuckles were white from gripping the hilts of her blades, her mind chaotic. She refused to let go of the only things that provided for her assurance. Having them in her hands gave her a false sense of security. She was safe as long as she held onto them. But her father's blood was on them, spilled by the very same blades. She could almost see them dripping off the sharpened surface.

She closed her eyes and tried to push the thoughts away. She needed something to focus on, to take her mind off the past that she can't change. She opened her troubled blue eyes and turned them towards Julian. She watched the exchange happening between him and the PSICOM his group had defeated. She immediately took on an offensive stance, having interpreted the subdued Tracker's body language as hostile. Her eyes tracked his movements, ready to fight in case the weakened man made a move to attack Julian.

A fight that would not happen.

She stared at the man as he revealed his face. White hair, olive skin and gray eyes. She heard his words. “That’s what a l’Cie is, isn’t it? Heathens that leave the rest of us to die for their own glory."

Heathens.

Yes. That was what they were now, weren't they?

The mark on her arm burned.
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