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"̴̦̮̳̂Ĩ̵̟̙̆́ ̷̞̹͌͜Ň̶̹̙̿͝Ë̸̱́V̵̟̦̾E̸͚̠̒R̶͓̈̅̄ ̶̢͚̲̓S̵̘͗́Ạ̸̝̦̋̍I̸̭̘̟̾̍D̵͎̅̏ ̸͔̽̉ͅŢ̵͇͛̊̊H̵͙̋͠A̶̘͐̈́͌N̴͖̠̚K̵̤͌͊ ̷̡͎̤͒̕Ÿ̷̝̻̫́O̴͕͊Ű̴ͅ!̴͈͉͍͝"̶̨̨́ͅ Odile screamed. Clovis, ignoring Odile, waved at Altair. "Merci!" Odette responded by letting her head go limp against Clovis's shoulders, and she...

Clovis, now with his arms on Odette to keep her from falling over, watched in surprise as Altair soared over to land on Red's head as Odile pulled away from him to attack for the second time. "Call Venira back," he said to Odette. She turned to him with a disagreeing look, clear even through...

Odile had gotten a hit off, but not before being shoved away. She rolled into some more furniture, and quickly stood up, shaking off a broken bedpost. She looked up just in time to see Red heading for Odette and Clovis. It seemed that Selene had made it into the portal. In a fit of oncoming...

Odette broke her gaze from the battle as Selene hugged her, and without thinking, she returned it. Odile could handle herself for a few seconds while she said bye to this girl she'd grown so fond of; a rare feat, and one she'd have to think on for a long, long while. "Don't act like this is...

Odile stretched out her wings as she lowered herself toward the ground, a growl bubbling in her throat. Somehow she knew that this new, worthy opponent wanted to get at her vessel's blood. She simply could not allow that, because that was her blood. Her power source. And Odile had sworn, up and...

Odette was nodding in agreement. "No, I definitely think green is your color. All things considered, you look...really nice." Clovis heard Scarlet returning, and he felt his nose turn red. "Fuck me," he muttered. "Ignore this. I don't know what I drank." Scarlet seemed indifferent, if not...

Odette gave her a hesitant laugh. “No, I know it’s you, Selene, it’s just…” She shook her head and walked away from Clovis, and over to a nearby mirror. “You look like a plant,” she said, turning it toward Selene. As Odette was conversing with Selene, Clovis hesitantly uncapped the vial and...

As Red--or Scarlet--headed for another potion, Odette was headed back toward Clovis, a potion in hand. She brushed shoulders with Red, but appeared too preoccupied with Odile yelling in her ear to notice. "I̴'̵m̸ ̶J̸U̴S̵T̴ ̶S̸A̶Y̵I̶N̶G̵,̵ ̵t̴h̷e̵ ̴S̴h̶a̶r̷p̸e̷d̷o̴ ̵p̸l̴u̵s̸h̶i̶e̷ ̴w̵o̸u̴l̴d̸...

He raised his brow, waiting for the extra response, when the new question was asked. Clovis sighed in relief, finding that he wouldn't need to drink, because he had indeed had some food at an Ikea before. Plus, he still had the potion that Little Miss Thing and the Grudge had gone off to get...

"Your confidence is alluring, I'll give you that," he complimented, rubbing his lower lip with his index finger as he eyed her. "You sound experienced." However, his expression dropped when he heard this explanation. "That sounds like..." he trailed off as he scratched his temple. "Gods, what's...

He stuck out his lower lip. The slip caught him off guard, but he decided to not read too much into it. For now. "That's unfortunate. Try to find another one so nobody accidentally solicits you for a lap dance. Although..." He shook off the thought. Nope. He was blunt, but he wasn't a creep...

"Interesting. Is that your given name, or a stage name?" he chuckled. He then reached up to thumb his bowtie, his smile shrinking to a slight smirk. "What can I say?" he asked. "Le rose le fait pour moi." He found himself looking Scarlet over. Despite the fact she was clothed in what he'd...

Clovis lowered his head slightly to stare up at Red, doubtfully, from under his brows. "Brute, no. Blunt? yes. I'm simply not in the mood to grow other appendages today." He bit down the urge to laugh, instead, just breathing out slowly and leaning back into the chair, crossing his legs...

"By the way," Odette said, tapping Clovis on the shoulder. "Have you ever trusted somebody with your life?" Clovis's brows wrinkled as he thought about it. "Yes, actually." She smirked. "Alright, you have to drink something then." A laugh escaped him, and he aggressively shook his head. "No...

Instantly, Odile poked her head out from under Odette's skirt, this time reformed back into that uncanny-valley version of Odette. "I̶'̴m̶ ̸s̴o̷r̶r̶y̷,̶ ̷d̸i̸d̴ ̴y̵o̴u̵ ̸j̶u̸s̴t̶ ̸s̷a̴y̶ ̵y̶o̵u̸ ̴K̶I̴L̸L̵E̸D̴ ̴S̷O̸M̸E̸O̴N̷E̴?̸" she asked. She inhaled deeply, and the smell of blood caused her...

Clovis looked back at Odette, surprised. “What’s happened to you?” “Lets see…” she said, rolling her eyes back in thought. “I sang, I grew a foot in height, Odile and I turned into the Houndour line, I was forced into this dress, and…you showed up.” He nodded, looking contemplative while he...

“I somehow have a difficult time believing that, coming from you,” Clovis said. “No, I swear, everything has been fine,” Odette interjected again. Her voice was muffled by his jacket, and she didn’t seem to be trying to wrestle free from him. In fact, she looked extremely relaxed. Clovis’s...

Clovis gave a loud sigh, clearly exasperated. “Once again, it was my fucking invite,” he explained. “Little miss thing right here,” he said, jolting Odette lightly, “stole the damn thing out of my pocket.” “His pockets are simply too big and I am simply too rambunctious,” Odette said flatly...

Odette knit her brows. She couldn’t understand why Selene looked so embarrassed. “You’re good, Selene. Potions are weird.” She offered a gentle smile. “What never happened?” Clovis scoffed. “Believe me, I know how these damn games work. I was supposed to be the one here, but,” he pointed at...

“This is a furniture store, I doubt they sell clothes. It’s not that deep…” Quite a lie, considering she felt as exposed in this dress as she did the first time she’d been forced to wear it. But that didn’t matter right now, considering Selene couldn’t even recognize her own bag. “Honey, you...