(IC) Say goodbye to the OC above!

Im just a weak for potential angsty threads I claim first im sorry
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Xander smiled. He adjusted his foot in Biscuit’s stirrups. “Oh I’m glad we could be of service, sir!” he said. Beaming the fox a quick smile.
“You sure you know the way home from here?” he asked. Biscuit tossed his head. “If not we can maybe walk a bit with you,” he suggested. Xander smiled. “Oh,” he said. “My house itself is not far from here, if you ever want to drop by, sir. I think we talk some more later. I did enjoy our discussion,” he said. He helped Rich from Biscuit’s back.
“Think about it,” Xander said. His hands tightened a bit as Rich just took off without even looking over his shoulder. Maybe he had been too clingy? Void. Did he feel bad about their goodbyes. 

"Au revoir, darling!" Rich fluffed up his fur coat. He was on Xanders horse with him. It was only a little ride. He asked him to take him to a place downtown, and so Xander agreed. They were saying their goodbyes now, but one part of Rich wanted to stay. As soon as the fox got off of the horse, be just stood in place. They did have a good talk on their way there, didn't they? Maybe his attachment issues were flaring up. 

No, he couldn't just stay with the singer. He had an important meeting to go to. But..

He bit his lip. He just couldn't go. Besides, that meeting wasn't that important, right? It wasn't. This man was too nice.

Rich stood there for a couple more minutes, staring at Xander, who was still there. Without saying a word, he took off.

" this entire time I saw through your fake mask of ' kindness ' " the spy glared his eyes keeping his composure at the same time. He started pacing the room " luckily for you, I have no intrest in your intention or knowing much more about you. You just don't catch my attention.  But, if you mess with my team I will not hesitate to attack. Have a good day" and with that the Frenchman left the room

np: Vladimir isn't that mean all the time,  hes honesty just suspicious 

After the success of their mission together as spies, Candida looked up at the man named Vladimir as she adjusted her rifle and packed her things.

"It was very interesting working with you Mister Vladimir, I hope we can work together sometime more!" she told him.

As Candida spots her family waiting for her , the famed White Ghost sniper waved goodbye to Vladmir, before running off to her family for their journey back home.

Jan-Paul put on his cloak. His rider's boots and buckled his rapier to his side. (A ceremonial weapon, he can't wield it.) Jan-Paul ran his hand through his hair for the last time, while angeling his head in such ways that he studied every aspect of it in Lord's Hail's mirror. His business was done. They'd discussed, they'd agreed. And while Jan-Paul should feel relieved that his stay was over and that his negotiations were fruitful. He was not. He'd made that lovely maid cry, twice and still hadn't apologized. Jan-Paul's fingers pressed his hairless chin. Why would he apologize? She was a maid. A lowborn, while he. Well, he was Jan-Paul Joep Jansen. The merchant pinned his cape. He turned around and.. Oh.

There she was, the maid in question. The one he still had to say his farewells to. Not that he hád to….
"The trip to Drakenburg is a long one," he said. "But don't you worry about me. I got a horse. A fast one, warm blood," he said. Even though he wasn't quite sure why he told Emlyn that. He pressed his heels on the ground.
"My bodyguards would accompany me," he said. More boasting. "They're good with a gun."
Pause. Jan-Paul let out his breath then stepped towards her. Slowly closing the gap between them.
"I'll be fine. I do appreciate your concern though," he said. Though Jan-Paul doubted that the maid would feel anything but relief seeing him go.
Jan-Paul slowly reached for her hand, but withdrew the very last moment.
"I'll be seeing you," he said. Coldly. "Thank you for everything."
The gold merchant's son picked up his suitcase. Beamed her a careful smile before turning away. Again. Without apologizing.

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_{I'm going to shake you!? rough around the edges she said, while posting a masterwork😭😭😭💖💖💖}

Jp as he slowly accepts that he no longer says 'no homo'

(^ my uwus,,, ,   )

(a little rushed and rough around the edges bc it's super late and i had to write this in bed, but i just really didn't wanna miss my chance sdfghjkds)

By the time the two of them made it to Jan-Paul's mansion, the sun had lowered in the horizon, and unsurprisingly, they were both completely soaked. Caelestis couldn't quite get over the tinge of guilt in spite of everything—what if Jan-Paul were to catch a cold after this as a result, after all? But for the moment, with his companion's unconcerned mood, it didn't seem worth worrying too much over at the moment.

Looking up at the mansion, Caelestis couldn't help feeling impressed. It wasn't as though he hadn't seen fancier, but it was certainly a reminder that the Easterling was, in fact, rich. Despite not having anywhere of his own here, the dark hours were the most active times of day for him regardless, so he couldn't quite find an excuse to consider asking to stay the night, however. Somehow his own dripping wet hair and clothes didn't cross his mind, as that wasn't the largest concern either. And so, what all this meant, was that it was time to reluctantly part ways for the day.

"If it truly must remain as only a dream," Caelestis started as they lingered by the entrance, "I'll try my best to delay the longer farewells as long as I'm able... Repetition and routine are as if shackles that suffocate my being, but fortunately, there is much of interest in this city, and much to do." He smiled, resting a hand on Jan-Paul's shoulder for a kiss to his cheek, not unlike the time before, but on far less of a sudden whim. "Although truly, I believe you alone would be reason enough to stay." Reluctantly, Caelestis pulled away. "But... for now, it seems I'd best be on my way. There's much to do, after all." He paused to pat Jan-Paul's head affectionately. "Fortunately, I know where to find you tomorrow, so goodnight my lovely painter, and... perhaps someday, fellow traveler as well."

Even when walking away, he couldn't help turning around briefly to blow a quick kiss. Despite the somewhat somber dramaticism, his mood felt oddly bright, and a smile remained all the while. No matter whether the future may be bright or glum, the present was where he lied at this moment, and it was seeming quite fine as of late.

🥺🥺🥺

After watching the sunrise, the duo walked back to Wraith's "home", the abandoned building towering menacingly over the debris and rubble of buildings around it. As they walked up the steps to the second floor, the shifter opened the door half broken wooden door and looked around the barely comfortable room. It never really bother Wraith, he wasn't one to actively seek out luxury, if something was practical it was good enough for scarred man. The shifter turned around to Caelestis, the pair of them saying their goodbyes for the day and sharing a hug, something Wraith was slowly getting used to and growing comfortable in the gesture. "I'll guess I'll see you later then." Wraith said. 

His companion turned and took about three steps out of the door, just about to leave before Wraith spoke up again. "Actually.....Caelestis?" He asked catching the others attention. 

The shifter rubbed the back of his neck, thinking of what to say next. "You're more than welcome to stay here.....if you want, I know it's not the most comfortable place to sleep but....you know....if you want to go that's okay to, I get it." He said shaking his head slightly before turning around and about to lie down on the mat. In all honesty, the shifters memories had been plaguing him for several days now and, well, he really didn't want to be on his own at the moment; despite the fact that's how he normally lived his life. He mentally scolded himself for being selfish for wanting another's company, even if it was for a few hours whilst he slept. "Errr...you know what, forget what I said, I was being a selfish child, I'm sure you have things to do and a more....comfortable place to get some sleep, just err....don't stay in the sun to long, it can do more harm than good....I'll see you later..." He said as he laid down on the mat that he called a bed, facing the wall as he did so, not sure if Caelestis had already left or not.

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Follow Up:

     "It's sad that you have to go. I think my father was hoping you'd stay," Ennette laughed lightly. The two stood at the large, front doors of the castle, waiting for the driver En insisted Wraith let take him home.
     "I'd heard a lot of stories about my father and his friends, but I've never met one. It was amazing hearing all about your adventures together! I didn't even know my father had such powers until you mentioned them!" the princess gushed. It was definitely an exciting day for her, getting a new perspective over the king's adventures. He sounded so much cooler and more heroic than she'd thought! And the ability to turn into a panther? She couldn't believe it! Yet despite all her crying and begging, he refused to showcase the skill, even looking a little embarrassed about it. Not to mention Wraith's own abilities! The way he'd taken down that assailant was so... so effortless! The two must have been a powerful duo back then, she couldn't help but wonder how much stronger they'd be today!
     Ennette turned her head towards the castle's innards, then smiled lightly at Wraith. "It should only be a few more minutes, I think. Daddy's always busy with work, but I know he'd want to send you off, too." Her smile softened a little. "It's the happiest I've seen him in a long while, too," she said softly. "Don't get me wrong, he's always smiling, but something was different about his smile this time. It's... hard to explain. Like he was happier?"
     Hearing the king's footsteps approaching quickly, Ennette shook her head. "Whoops! Looks like time's up! It's been an absolute pleasure meeting you, Mr. Wraith! I'd absolutely love it if you could visit again... under nicer circumstances," she laughed lightly before moving away. It was best if her father and him shared their goodbyes alone.
      ... though she'd keep an eye on them, ever the overprotective daughter. Just like her father.

it begins     

(hehe)

Spending the day at Ennette's home, Evelyn found herself to be quite... impressed to say the least. She had never seen a castle in real life like this, and to go inside one and spend time in one? It was certainly a new experience and Evelyn really didn't know ceilings could be that high, nor hallways that wide. The widest hallways she had ever seen had been back in highschool, and those certainly were not that wide. She had only thought places like this existed in fairytales, so to see the real thing? She felt like a princess! Not to mention she had finally met Ennette's ever important father, King En. She had found it amusing how quickly he had judged her to be a doer of no good, his eyes showing disapproval for merely a second before a smile, which never quite reached his eyes, came onto his lips. The two exchanged very minimal, but polite, words, before moving on. Evelyn did indeed notice the increase of guards after that. It was amusing, to say the least.

But the rest of the day was as great as the beginning, and Evelyn found she thoroughly enjoyed herself. Ennette's company was always nice, and Evelyn found herself looking forwards to when they could do this again as they waited at the front gates for Evelyn's ride (who she may have told to be a bit late so she could spend just a bit more time with Ennette). 

"I had a great time today." Evelyn looked over at Ennette with a bright smile, "we should certainly hang out more often." She added, looking forwards once again after a moment, thinking, "I never got to say this before, but I'll let you know I am rather hard to kill, so I think Imma definitely take you up on that bodyguard position." She glanced over at Ennette and offered a wink, spotting, and hearing, her ride in the distance as the motorcycle came closer and closer. "But we can go over the details later, yeah? You know how to find me, princess." She started to step forwards, before pausing and turning back to the other woman, offering a small wave, "see ya soon, cutie." She then turned and took the offered helmet, slipping it on her head and getting on the back of the bike, offering one final goodbye wave before she was off.

     "Happiness, an enigma of the emotions."

     A cool breeze blew through the trees and the grass, scaring the woodland critters away, and though few clouds hovered lazily in the sky the light had grown darker.
     FWISH!
     The sound of a fire igniting was the only one to pierce the eerie silence, a cold, blue light was cast of Juh'oi. In its direction was a tall man-- taller than him-- dressed in blacks and dark blues. What was curious was his head, gone and replaced by a black, ornate lamp with a ghostly blue flame at its center. Despite no eyes, he seemed to be staring at the god.
     "Emotions are powerful," Lan's voice echoed. "Although each emotion has their role, they can be so different among the lives they effect. Anger can become fury, confusion becomes flusterment, excitement to joy. They evolve and spread, and they individualize life. Sometimes I believe them to be more important than the elements themselves that provide the means for existence."
     Lan grew quiet, tilting his head back to admire their surroundings. It was getting darker, but not because of him. The sun was slowly shrinking away, climbing down to the ground and casting the skies in purples and oranges. He looked back at Juh'oi.
     "In my world, I had created emotion," he explained softly. "The ones I'd made were soon known as negative emotions: wrath, jealousy, desire, and such. They performed their jobs and spread among all souls, changing and combining into new emotions. Soon there were ones I'd never seen before-- bewilderment, heartache, frustration. Happiness." A soft nod.
     "Many, many years have passed since that day, and even now I see new emotions. I see, too, a focus on other emotions. Happiness, positivity, they are highly worshipped in my world. They are sought after and begged for, the warmth and security that comes with it almost an addiction for them. You believe yourself to be weak, but I see it the opposite. You are needed and wanted. If my words alone are not enough, then may your existence be, for what is there to say when your brethren are gone, Delight remains?"
     Another cool gust blew, scattering leaves of all colors around. By the time it settled, Lan was gone, yet the area remained dark now that the sun had disappeared.

     "Even though I leave, you remain," his voice lingered. "Just what more can sprout from Joy?

_{>I don't have a tab for future!Sal but I want to write this anyway} 

The new Krō of Drakenburg, silently leaped from rooftop to rooftop. The kram, his kram, softly ticked at the side of his leg as the now infamous thief halted. Salvador stared at the mansion. A white thing among all that grey. The perfect target for his Krakers.
Salvador quietly sat down and eyed the building. He'd remembered all the scouting he'd done, with Roswell. Salvador laughed to himself, then made himself comfortable in his cloak. He was going to sit here for a while. Starting, observing. Writing down how many hounds it had, how the windows opened. Everything Roswell had taught him.
A familiar cold pierced through the evening air and the leidsman looked up. Frowning.
It had been years, since he last had felt that kind of cold. Still, it felt familiar. Like an visit from an old friend. He smiled when Lan appeared. Then made some room for him on the rooftop he'd picked out to scout.
"You're late," he said. As charismatic as ever. Salvador's smile crooked, thanks to an old harpoon-scar right over his face. "I'd expected you earlier. Years earlier." He said. Then laughed. "It is good to see you." Salvador leaned forward and he eyed the elemental. Lan's dulled flames worried him. "Even if this is for the last time." Salvador leaned backward and started at the mansion.
"It is our last meeting. Right?" He asked Lan. Then huffed. "This will be our goodbyes hu. That's fine. It's part of getting older," Salvador said. He curled his lips again. The scar tightened. "It's a part of growing older." He paused. Salvador plucked the krō feathers around his neck.

"I can talk to you about how you changed me. How you helped me. But you know that already. So.." Salvador's gaze slowly looked up. "Let's just enjoy this last evening together."

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Salvador made sure Destiny’s jacket was straightened. Her collar popped. He checked her hands, as dirty as they were and tied her shoes for the third time.
“I had fun too,” he said. While tying the shoe. “Liked the pizza.” Salvador paused. “Especially the fact that you didn’t ate one with cheese,” he pointed out.
Salvador pressed a tin smile on his lips and got up. “Yeah,” he breathed. “I'm sure we can hang out more often. I wouldn’t be opposed to it.”
The closet you get for Sal calling you his friend.

Salvador flinched from the hug, then awkwardly petted Destiny’s shoulder. “Go no, you’re late,” he said. “Dad one will wonder where you went.”

Destiny let go of Salvador's hand. It was a bit crusty, but that was okay. Salvador was okay. She bit her lip. All those cheese related scares, those good, those bad times, it was all coming to an end. It was the end of the day now. She didn't want to leave, but she had to now. To return back to her own father.

"Salvador," Destiny said, stretching herself out a bit. "It was fun hanging out with you today!" She was trying her best not to cry. "Maybe we can go into that mall again? Maybe? It helped make you become richer right?" She looked down at the ground, still smiling a bit. She was crying now. Great for the angst thread.

"Well." She looked up at Salvador, ran back to him and gave him a big hug. "Thanks, daddy two."

She then walked off back to her house.

The helk stared at Destiny, both of them were hanging out after a sleepover. They were also outside, it was getting cloudy and several thundering is heard in the background. "Oh, it's going to rain." Andrea looked up in the sky, sniffing the weather conditions as Destiny looked at the animal in confusion. Andrea got out her umbrella and the cover hovered her, just to avoid getting wet. "Stay under here a bit so you won't get wet." The helk commented on the girl jumping in a small puddle. When Destiny got under her umbrella, Andrea noticed that the weather conditions are about to escalate. "Oh goodness, it's about to pour." The animal whispered as the raindrops got heavier. "I would recommend getting inside with your parent." The helk knelt to give her a head pat, she stared with her yellowish eyes. "Well, it's good to see you, the conditions are worsening and I should leave now." Andrea gave Destiny a wave, and she forgot to say something very mandatory. "Oh, also bye." The helk walked off with her coat and umbrella.