<strong>Time:</strong>Some short days after Temple-Go-Boom<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Demon City, a rare comfortable place<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Chorgath<br/><br/><em>Only what my instinct tells me, which should be enough.</em>Shizara pauses for a moment, apparently reflecting.<em>Some citizens of the Second Circle have invested a portion of their will into a chosen serf, where the two of them-- in time-- are joined as master and slave.  There is an offer made.  A bargain struck.  And then, their story becomes part of yours.  You will find the words for it if you choose to take either of them, or both, for yourself.  You are one of </em>Her<em>Chosen, after all.</em><br/><br/>*<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Demon City, apartments of Rhikki-Annha Vase-Weaver<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Iori<br/><br/>"...well."<br/><br/>Iori's fingers drum on the floor next to her futon for a moment; it's one of the few motions that doesn't seem to cause her significant pain as a by-product.  She'd winced a bit when she let him pick her up and re-deposit her, she'd gone solemn when he began speaking, sensing the seriousness, and it was another long moment before she takes a breath and lets it go.  "Not exactly the way I'd have wanted it to end if I was planning the gathering," she finally says, a wry smile on her expression for a brief moment.  But only a moment.  "What about the Day Caste?  And the Lunar, Elmala?"