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Marin shrugs and continues working. “Alright then.” After a bit, a streak of paint smears her cheek.
Cesidia blinks. “Are you... sure?”

Jonathan massages his chest, straddling his hips.

Arthur smiles and kisses her.
Cesidia sighs. “And I don’t know that.”
Elle raises an eyebrow, smirking faintly. “He speaks. Exactly, a she’s means of information if she’s being used like that.” She shrugs and sheathes her knife. ”Have you ever thought that maybe someone here is one of, or in league with them? So it is very possible we’re not all on the same team. And why yes, I’d love to be on my own, thank you for offering. But because of a damn annoying voice in my head, your stuck with me.” She crouches by Yumi and observes her for a bit. ”Your not dehydrated, so as long as we keep you cool you should be fine. Hopefully you don’t pass out again.” She looks up at James. ”And as far as me hurting others, don’t give me a reason to. Easy.”
Elle growls softly. ”No authority? And who does? You? This girl you’ve barely met? In this world, its every man for themselves. Unless you want to call whatever the hell out us here authority.” She huffs in annoyance. ”Does no one else feel there’s more to this ọmọbinrin (girl in African) than she’s letting on? That she’s hiding something that, oh I don’t know, might be useful information?” Part of her irritation was Elle’s hatred of feeling like the bad guy, part was her anger and fear at what this shrine maiden’s true purpose is, and the rest was frustration that no one else seems to understand what she’s suggesting. Are they all that fucking naive?
A small muscle twitches in Elle’s jaw. ”She wasn’t there. I’m sure of that. And if I don’t show my authority, what’s keeping her from running before we get answers? She clearly knows more than she’s letting on. Or she’s in the position to at least. Any other questions?” She clenches her jaw slightly at the sound of the drumming, her breathing hitching slightly. Bang. Bang. Screaming. Blood. Dark alleys. Heads thrown back. Empty e- She blinks and shakes her head slightly, forcing herself to focus. “Anyone other objections?”
After massaging down his back and his legs for a bit, Jonathan finishes and he straightens. “And.. that’s it for the back. Roll over if you want me to do the front.”

Arthur chuckles softly and kisses her cheek. “I love you.”
Marin looks up at Eric. “Would you like some help?”
Elle glances at the girl trying to stop her, clearly agitated. Not get violent? That was the only way she’d survived for so long. Violence. She addresses the girl, but keeps her eyes on the maiden. “This bishi (bitch in Western African) knew a detail about a conversation I had earlier today. A conversation she wasn’t a part of. The hell do you suggest if we don’t interrogate her?” Her voice is cold, almost primal with rage.
Cesidia nods, taking a deep breath. She pauses. “Would Fire magic conflict with what I already have? Whatever it is.”
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