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The mentioning of that name, the name of its host, sucked all the anger out of Ontos's face. From anger, the souls within itself collectively shifted their thoughts towards Edward. Forbidden Beasts were normally supposed to share a body with their host, but Ontos was all alone in Edward's body.
The self-proclaimed maker of Forbidden Beasts in these times, a man by the name of Hawk, the man that Edward's father contacted, mentioned a few other Forbidden Beasts that ended up as the sole user of their bodies after their hosts. It must have been a lonely life, thought Ontos. At least Ontos had the many voices in its head to keep itself company.
The way Ontos sank onto the floor seemed like Raphaella had shot a needle into its proverbial puffed-up balloon with her words. It sunk to the floor and curled up in the middle of nowhere.
"W̧e͞'̛re n̴o̶t ̴Ed͟wa͠rd͝." Ontos whispered to itself. Its body trembled, and it tried not to cry.
"We ͟can'̨t ͝be.̀ H͡e's ̛de̶ad."
A single tear rolled down its face, which it scraped off with a finger. The screams, the wailing of the souls within itself calmed down after a few seconds, enough for Ontos to stand up again. It coughed, to clear the throat, and forced a weak smile at Raphaella.
"Pardon."
It was only then that Ontos got a grip on the situation beyond an inaccurate name used. Raphaella, and the white-haired strange man in the red jacket were prepared for combat. In each other's direction.
"W̢hoa͠, wh͞ǫa ̀w̢ho̕a!̸ Ca̢l̡ḿ do͜wn̴!͞" shouted Ontos, looking at them with worry and panic etched on its face.
The self-proclaimed maker of Forbidden Beasts in these times, a man by the name of Hawk, the man that Edward's father contacted, mentioned a few other Forbidden Beasts that ended up as the sole user of their bodies after their hosts. It must have been a lonely life, thought Ontos. At least Ontos had the many voices in its head to keep itself company.
The way Ontos sank onto the floor seemed like Raphaella had shot a needle into its proverbial puffed-up balloon with her words. It sunk to the floor and curled up in the middle of nowhere.
"W̧e͞'̛re n̴o̶t ̴Ed͟wa͠rd͝." Ontos whispered to itself. Its body trembled, and it tried not to cry.
"We ͟can'̨t ͝be.̀ H͡e's ̛de̶ad."
A single tear rolled down its face, which it scraped off with a finger. The screams, the wailing of the souls within itself calmed down after a few seconds, enough for Ontos to stand up again. It coughed, to clear the throat, and forced a weak smile at Raphaella.
"Pardon."
It was only then that Ontos got a grip on the situation beyond an inaccurate name used. Raphaella, and the white-haired strange man in the red jacket were prepared for combat. In each other's direction.
"W̢hoa͠, wh͞ǫa ̀w̢ho̕a!̸ Ca̢l̡ḿ do͜wn̴!͞" shouted Ontos, looking at them with worry and panic etched on its face.
Ontos cocked its head at Raphaella. The mysterious Issun, mentioned by the minion, was the problem of Princess Raphaella. The royal who sported a ridiculously large sword that would have implied infertility if a man held it launched accusations outright at those who provided her assistance. It perhaps thought that Raphaella might excuse itself from these assumptions of wrongdoing, considering Ontos's noble status, but when it could hardly recognise any members of nobility, perhaps Raphaella could be excused from not noticing.
The accusation, however, struck a nerve in some of the souls within itself. They called out for blood, something to take out this anger on. As the guns reformed around Ontos's arms back into something more human-like, the obvious anger in Ontos turned its face red. When its hand reformed, Ontos thrust a finger at Princess Raphaella, scowling.
"We ̶ha̵v͏e͟ a̵ss͝i̵st̕e̡d̡ y͜o͜u. No͠t ͢j̸us̛t us̀,̀ bu͝t all ͡o͠f͟ us͏ a̸r̡o͏u̸n̨d ͢y̷o͜u ̀a̵t ̨thi҉s̢ v͝e͡r͡y̴ ̀mom̛e̶nt!͏"
Ontos shot an angry glare towards KoRe and Dio. KoRe's polite attitude felt wrong, considering the gravity of accusations that Raphaella had just landed them upon in. Dio would have made more sense to a calmer Ontos, but such times weren't the situation at the moment. Its indignant gaze went back to Raphaella, as it resumed to talk.
"A̴ ma̵n hel̡p̴ing̷ ̸a͞n ͞inj̀u͢red vic̷t̡im o̡f̢ ̀a͏ ͠ro͘b̕be̕r̛y s̕ho҉ul̸d no͝t͡ bé a̸cćuśe͠d of̛ ̛be̵ing̶ ͢a͠n ąccom҉p͡l̶ic͝e!"
The accusation, however, struck a nerve in some of the souls within itself. They called out for blood, something to take out this anger on. As the guns reformed around Ontos's arms back into something more human-like, the obvious anger in Ontos turned its face red. When its hand reformed, Ontos thrust a finger at Princess Raphaella, scowling.
"We ̶ha̵v͏e͟ a̵ss͝i̵st̕e̡d̡ y͜o͜u. No͠t ͢j̸us̛t us̀,̀ bu͝t all ͡o͠f͟ us͏ a̸r̡o͏u̸n̨d ͢y̷o͜u ̀a̵t ̨thi҉s̢ v͝e͡r͡y̴ ̀mom̛e̶nt!͏"
Ontos shot an angry glare towards KoRe and Dio. KoRe's polite attitude felt wrong, considering the gravity of accusations that Raphaella had just landed them upon in. Dio would have made more sense to a calmer Ontos, but such times weren't the situation at the moment. Its indignant gaze went back to Raphaella, as it resumed to talk.
"A̴ ma̵n hel̡p̴ing̷ ̸a͞n ͞inj̀u͢red vic̷t̡im o̡f̢ ̀a͏ ͠ro͘b̕be̕r̛y s̕ho҉ul̸d no͝t͡ bé a̸cćuśe͠d of̛ ̛be̵ing̶ ͢a͠n ąccom҉p͡l̶ic͝e!"
PRAISE THE SUN, IRISH TREE!
Eh... I'm not too free during weekdays myself.
Sounds interesting.
Sounds interesting
EDIT: Oops, wrong thread.
EDIT: Oops, wrong thread.
When you do get back, I have some tentative write-ups on some of the potential lords and claimants to the empire's throne. I'd either link you via PM or share them via Google docs.
Can't post, at work.
With a character like that?
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