The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse & Akkas)
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		<h2 id="linktree">Non-Adult Sandbox =&gt; Non-Adult Roleplays =&gt; Topic started by: Akkas on August 15, 2019, 02:08:36 pm</h2>
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				Title: <strong>The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akkas</strong> on <strong>August 15, 2019, 02:08:36 pm</strong>
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				Quihen decided to run. Five of his fellow Hunters were teaming up against him. Even though he was very capable of defending himself, this was too much. He could not risk losing, as he did not want to end back up in jail. So he ran, and he ran fast. He dared to look over his shoulder. The glare gave him some good and bad news. The good news was that he was fast enough to outrun them - or at least fast enough to not get caught up. The bad news was that he could only see three Hunters. Where did the other two go to? <br>He ran through regular streets, wanting to avoid the alleys, as he didn't want to pick one with a dead end. <br>Unluckily for him, even some wide streets had dead ends. And soon after he crossed an intersection, he learned that he was running in exactly such a street. Only a little ways to go until he was forced to stop and face his opponents. He could only hope that his skills were enough to stay out of their grasp. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessicaHouse</strong> on <strong>August 15, 2019, 02:43:23 pm</strong>
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				https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6c/89/c0/6c89c065d756793f2746317f8d37282d.jpg<br><br>Lucifer awoke in her bed, clad in a nightgown made of the finest silk. She could sense something. Her spirit reached out and tried to touch whatever it was. <em>An angel hunter in distress? How marvelous!</em> She slipped out of the nightgown and into her favorite dress, which was made from the feathers of countless angels she'd slain in the days long ago, when she was queen of all humanity. Next, she slipped golden rings onto her fingers, each one with various symbols upon them. Runes which allowed her to manipulate the ether and command spiritual beings to follow her will. In the days long past, she had a seemingly infinite army of demons and angels under her control. Now, as she peered back at the crystal ball on her nightstand, containing her army as it existed at this time. A few hundred demons and a few dozen angels at most. Nowhere near her former glory. But if she paid attention to opportunities like this and grasped them as they came, surely she would be the great, world-ruling sorceress she once was.<br><br>https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b5/5f/2a/b55f2a4e767de6d0ca3722060a5541fb.jpg<br>Mihr heard the sounds of a distressed soul nearby. Someone in need of a haven. The cabin Mihr had established was one which was well-hidden, but it was God's mandate that Mihr open her doors to any soul in desperate need of haven. Knowing this, she rose from her spot on the couch, set down her book, and produced a golden key from her pocket. She drew near the front door of her cabin, slipped the key in the hole, and gave it a turn.<br><br>Before Quihen's eyes, there stood an archway with a white, picket gate swung open. On the top and walls of the archway grew flowers of every color and variety, and beyond the archway lay a garden on either side of a stone pathway, leading to a log cabin. The wind picked up, gently pulling Quihen toward the open archway. https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ce/82/94/ce8294b9b13f2c5276aa8346792649b4.jpg
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akkas</strong> on <strong>August 15, 2019, 03:33:20 pm</strong>
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				If it weren't for the wind, Quihen would not have entered the archway. It seemed like such a sweet, peaceful place that he couldn't bare to bring the destructive hunters there. But the wind felt like magic and any type of magic other than his own (which couldn't harm hunters) could be his rescue. Either it would protect him, or he could use it as defense. For on his left hand was one big ring, currently invisible, that had proved to be useful. His right hand was filled with slim, yellow-goldish rings. Except they weren't real rings, they were shrunken halos. <br>He let the pulling wind guide him and ran through the gate. He slowed down as he neared the cabin and stopped well before it. He looked around to see whether the hunters were still behind him. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessicaHouse</strong> on <strong>August 15, 2019, 03:44:05 pm</strong>
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				https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b5/5f/2a/b55f2a4e767de6d0ca3722060a5541fb.jpg<br>Once Mihr heard Quihen's footsteps on the stone path, she turned the key in the lock again, in the same direction, though further. This would cause the entrance to disappear from any who might have been pursuing the person in distress. The hunted person could still leave if they so wished, but no others could get in without either Mihr's say-so, or some truly powerful magic.<br><br>Mihr removed the key from the door and opened it, ready to greet the new guest into the haven she had built. But the moment her eyes beheld the visitor her smile faded. "You..." she looked upon the rings on his fingers, "you're an angel hunter?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akkas</strong> on <strong>August 16, 2019, 05:24:15 am</strong>
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				Quihen was relieved to no longer be chased. He let out a sigh and calmed down quickly. Then he heard Mihr's voice and turned to face her. He hid his right hand behind his back, a gesture that almost looked shameful. He took a small step back and did his best to stand very still in order not to startle her. <br>"No. Well, yes, but also no," he said. "Nobody even calls me that anymore. It's been years since I've willingly touched an angel. Though I do still have the abilities of an angel hunter. So yes and no. Maybe? It depends on how you look at it." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessicaHouse</strong> on <strong>August 16, 2019, 12:47:41 pm</strong>
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				Mihr gave him a questioning look. "I sensed that you were in distress... I would not have been able to do so if you were the sort who might mean harm to me or anyone in my haven. Even so, I have misgivings about letting you further inside. Tell me, why did you quit hunting angels?"<br><br>She looked him over, studying his features and looking for any hint of a hidden weapon. Generally, what she said was true, if he meant to do her harm then she would not have been able to sense his distress, wouldn't have felt the need to invite him into her haven. Even so, there were some particularly powerful magics which could cloud her judgment. Though the Tome of Raziel was long since lost to the bottom of the sea, those who had read it in those days so long ago could still pass on that kind of occult knowledge to others, and there were a handful of humans still alive from that era who might still know such foul spells.<br>https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b5/5f/2a/b55f2a4e767de6d0ca3722060a5541fb.jpg
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessicaHouse</strong> on <strong>August 16, 2019, 12:49:44 pm</strong>
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				((Please note: I will not be able to roleplay on the weekends))
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akkas</strong> on <strong>August 16, 2019, 02:22:44 pm</strong>
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				Quihen wanted to stay here, but he would not lie to achieve that. He would tell her what he believed to be true. He was glad to be able to tell his story, for it set him apart from the other hunters and it showed his good intentions, if he could say so himself. <br>His face was quite symmetrical, his mouth a little wide with small lips. His forehead was covered with his lengthy brown hair - long for men, quite short for women. There was little darkness in his honest eyes. He had a slim body, considering his strength, and was dressed in brown clothes. He had a dagger at his belt, which was covered by his shirt. One of his boots had its laces tied loosely, making it stand wider. <br>"I quit because I <em>had</em> to," he started to explain. "Once upon a time, I admit I hunted angels just like the others, but I've always had my doubts. Something about the way we worked did not seem quite right."<br>As Quihen spoke, his passion grew and grew. He truly believed that his vision for them was a breakthrough and they should see it his way. The more his passion grew, the more his expression seemed to change. His eyes turned a little vague as his ideals came to the front of his mind. <br>"I could see that the way we are organized is so terribly <em>wrong</em>." He bend through his knees as he said that word, giving it more focus with his voice too. He was a passionate speaker and he was beaming with hope and energy. His enthusiasm for idealistic theories was often interpreted as 'crazy'. A lot of people doubted whether or not to take him seriously. <br>"The hunters are all out for themselves and all they care about is their next prey," he continued, his left hand moving around naturally with his speech. "We should unite more and work together with our neighbors, the demons, to get more out of life. The hunters are destroying themselves and they can't even see it. I am the only one who sees it."<br>He continued with his assumptions of the hunters' thoughts and feelings: "And even though they don't agree with me, they do applaud my efforts and they can see that what I want for us, is best for everyone."<br>He was gleaming with pride as he told: "That's why they call me the Fairy Tale Hunter. Because my ideas for us are so good, it's like they came from a fairy tale." <br>At least that's what he believed they meant with that title. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessicaHouse</strong> on <strong>August 16, 2019, 02:42:28 pm</strong>
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				Mihr considered his words, growing more and more uncomfortable as he spoke. "So... it wasn't that you had a problem with killing angels... you just didn't want to do so in a way that was dangerous to your own kind..."<br><br>Despicable. She wanted nothing more than to cast him out instantly. Maybe he really did know some foul magic that allowed him to fool her into letting him in. Now that she thought about it, such a power would be a tremendous boon to an angel hunter. Vile, disgusting creature, with a heart as black as night and as cold as ice. Were she an avenging angel she might have tried to kill him on the spot. Expelling him from the haven would have to do, depending on his answer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akkas</strong> on <strong>August 16, 2019, 03:20:47 pm</strong>
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				Quihen opened his eyes wide in shock. "Oh, no, that's not at all what I'm trying to say!" he said hastily. He realized by her reaction that he had said all the wrong words. "My actions were never about making it safer for ourselves, they're about..." As he thought about what words to use, he desperately raised his hands towards his head. Seeing his ringed right hand, he shamefully took another step back and hid it behind his back again.&nbsp; <br>"I'm sorry!" he exclaimed, on the verge of begging. "It's not - I don't -... I haven't even killed any angels in ages, <em>please</em> just hear me out, okay? I swear I won't do you any harm. Last two angels I met, I didn't even attack!" He added softer: "Even though they did try to kill me." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessicaHouse</strong> on <strong>August 16, 2019, 03:25:16 pm</strong>
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				Mihr folded her arms and furrowed her brow. Her head lightly shook side to side, her long locks bushing against her shoulders. "Very well. Explain yourself. I'm listening. But if I determine that you have a wicked heart you will not stay here. I run this haven for those who need it, but that also means I must keep those within it safe from the wicked. Why have you stopped attacking angels? Is it because you've realized murder is wrong? Or merely because you didn't want to put yourself in danger?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akkas</strong> on <strong>August 16, 2019, 04:04:38 pm</strong>
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				He was very glad with the chance to explain himself. "It's not about danger," Quihen clarified. "In fact, my life has become móre dangerous ever since I stopped hunting. The other hunters really don't agree with me."<br>He cut to the chase, because he didn't want to risk testing Mihr's patience. "I stopped hunting because our lives should be about more than trying to annihilate another species." The passion returned to his voice and expression. "That isn't to say I like angels - because I don't, no offense. I want the hunters to focus on theirselves and be more aware of what they're doing and why they're doing it. We were born with a certain set of powers and we use it to hunt angels - but what if they're not meant to be used for that? I want the hunters to focus on peacefully developing their skills." <br>Hearing his own words aloud, he nodded in agreement. He calmed down and put his hands in his pockets. "Yeah, that's what I want." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessicaHouse</strong> on <strong>August 18, 2019, 11:30:05 pm</strong>
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				Mihr's expression further softened at the sound of his words. "I see. Well, that's good. Though, if you don't like angels you might not enjoy this place that much." She gestured to herself. "It is run by an angel, after all. Anyway, you may come in." She approached the front door and pushed it open. "Are you hungry? Tired? Is there something I can get you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akkas</strong> on <strong>August 20, 2019, 08:49:33 am</strong>
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				Quihen followed Mihr but always stayed a step behind her because he did not want to do anything else that she wouldn't like. "Thank you so much," he said. "You are a very kind angel to accept someone like me. You're the first I've ever met to do such a thing." Yet he did not sound surprised, for someone had to be the first. "And no, I don't need anything else, you're already opening up your home to me. I couldn't ask for anything more." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessicaHouse</strong> on <strong>August 20, 2019, 09:52:40 am</strong>
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				Mihr entered the living room of her cabin, bringing Quihen inside with her. The floor was hard-wood and had rugs made from the wool of mountain rams. In the fireplace there crackled embers, giving a soft orange glow. Three couches sat in the middle of the room, around a coffee table. A chess set sat on a table off to the side, with two chairs facing it, one black and one white. A cabinet stood against each wall.<br><br>And on the floor, close to one of the many closed doors attached to the room, lay three toy cars.<br><br>Mihr smirked at the toys. "The children must have left those out again." She shrugged. "What can you do?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akkas</strong> on <strong>August 22, 2019, 12:52:37 pm</strong>
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				Quihen looked around the cabin pleased. He found it to be very homey and warm. <br>He thought that Mihr's question was meant for him. Therefor he answered it in full seriousness. <br>"I could pick them up," he suggested. "And put them back where they belong, if you could tell me where that is. Or I could find and ask the children to clean them up. That would teach them some responsibility."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessicaHouse</strong> on <strong>August 22, 2019, 12:54:41 pm</strong>
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				Mihr stared at him in silence for a moment, a bit taken off-guard by his answer. After a while, a smile started to form on her lips. "I see. Well, maybe I could make use of your talents for discipline. I'm assuming you can be gentle when dealing with children? By the by, I'm not sure I got your name."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akkas</strong> on <strong>August 22, 2019, 02:29:36 pm</strong>
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				Quihen was completely oblivious to the fact that Mihr was taken off-guard by his answer. <br>He made a polite nod with a tiny bow to her. "My name's Quihen," he said. Cheerfully, he continued: "And I adore children. I would adopt my student if he let me. Most children seem to like me too."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessicaHouse</strong> on <strong>August 22, 2019, 02:36:42 pm</strong>
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				Mihr bowed her head. "I am known as 'Mihr.' I know, it's an unusual name for an angel. I love children too. Most of those who come here seeking haven are children from broken or abusive homes. I take them in and keep them safe. That was part of why I questioned you as hard as I did when you came in. I need to make sure my children stay safe."<br><br>Mihr gestured to the table with the chess set. "Do you play chess?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akkas</strong> on <strong>August 22, 2019, 02:46:32 pm</strong>
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				"I completely understand," Quihen said. "You had every right to question me for who I am, especially when there's children involved. They are our next generation, the ones who can be better than us, but they are so fragile. You're doing a wonderful thing by keeping them safe." <br>He looked at the chess table Mihr gestured to. "Yes, I do play chess! I love that game." He almost lifted his foot to walk to it, but he was still being careful and would let her go first. <br>"Also, what's so unusual about your name?" he asked at a surprised tone. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessicaHouse</strong> on <strong>August 22, 2019, 02:55:42 pm</strong>
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				Mihr chuckled and headed over to the table, sitting behind the white chess pieces. "I take it you haven't actually spoken to very many angels, then? Or learned their names? Most angels have names which end in 'el' or 'on.' Gabriel, Michael, Metatron, Sandalphon, Ramiel, Raziel, and so on... all the most famous angels certainly have names which end that way. Mihr is an unusual one in that sense." Mihr gestured to the pieces. "I would like to play chess with you, if you don't mind. I find it is often a good way to get to know someone."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akkas</strong> on <strong>August 22, 2019, 04:03:29 pm</strong>
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				Quihen walked over to the side of the black pieces and sat down there. He felt a hint of shame that he had to admit he indeed hadn't talked to many angels. <br>"Really?" he said intrigued by the name fact. He looked at the colors of the chess pieces. "Looks like you start." <br>He was still thinking about what she said about her kind's names. "You're making me wonder whether there exists multiple types of angels. The famous ones I know of don't have names that end on -el or -on. They're just names. Sheila, Aero, Angilia, Horaz... They don't have such similitude. Nor do they have havens to provide protection."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessicaHouse</strong> on <strong>August 22, 2019, 04:06:24 pm</strong>
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				Mihr opened with an unusual move, bringing out one of her knights first, to hop over her line of pawns.<br><br>"There are definitely different types of angels, each fulfilling a different sort of purpose. My purpose is to provide havens for those souls still on Earth who need a safe place." Mihr folded her hands together, interlocking her fingers. "Others are messengers, guardians, judges, the force behind natural disasters... there are many different sorts of angels, each for a different purpose."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akkas</strong> on <strong>August 23, 2019, 02:04:55 am</strong>
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				Quihen started off with a simple two-step move of his rightest pawn. <br><br>"I should've known that," he said confused. "But then again, I didn't know about you either. Do they hide on different planes or something? That they seem invisible or are simply unreachable." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessicaHouse</strong> on <strong>August 23, 2019, 09:01:38 am</strong>
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				"Some stay in other planes, on in fourth dimensional holes, like where this cabin is. Others can simply make themselves invisible. And usually when humans see us they just see fellow humans, unless we decide to let them see otherwise. We can often hide in plain sight. You know the Olympics the other year? Countless angels were there, walking in the crowd completely unnoticed. Some were even caught on tape, but they just looked human to anyone who saw the video."<br><br>The game went on, with the two players' pieces circling each other, claiming different spots on the board.<br><br>"So, tell me, do you have any friends?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akkas</strong> on <strong>August 23, 2019, 10:34:51 am</strong>
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				Quihen listened with interest. He heard a few similiarities - the angels he knew also looked human to people - and a few differences. <br>He started his game at a seemingly odd way, making moves that sometimes seemed unnecessary. It kind of seemed like a kid was playing, like he needed all of his focus to remember how each piece could move, and therefor he couldn't put energy in tactics. That's what his side of the game looked like for now. <br>"I have plenty of friends," he told. He had to correct himself. "Well, I <em>had</em> plenty of friends. I haven't spoken with them for a long time, because the other hunters imprisoned me. Though I'm sure many of them would still consider me their friend or ally."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessicaHouse</strong> on <strong>August 23, 2019, 10:51:15 am</strong>
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				"Tell me about something fun you did once," said Mihr. "Something that didn't involve violence."<br><br>Having decided she'd set up the board enough, Mihr finally moved the game to the next level and took one of Quihen's pawns with her own. The pawn she used was left vulnerable to one of Quihen's pawns, but was also covered by one of her knights.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akkas</strong> on <strong>August 23, 2019, 11:09:25 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh that's easy," Quihen said laughing. "I recently read this book." He reached to his pocket and got out the folded paperback cover of a book. It was only the full cover; front, side and back. All that was left of the pages, were tiny edges where the pages were ripped off. The cover belonged to one of the latest bestsellers. "And I have to disagree with the reviews. I'll admit it was well-written, but to call it astounding is just undue. That whole plot twist was not a twist at all. At chapter three they already hinted it was coming."<br>He moved his own pawn forward so it would not be taken too. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessicaHouse</strong> on <strong>August 23, 2019, 11:16:11 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mihr noted that he did not seek to sacrifice pawns in a bloodbath to get revenge. An important thing to note in her opponent, but also something important to note in someone she was considering trusting.<br><br>Her eyes drifted up to the book in his hands. "I was not a fan of that one at all, honestly, but I'm glad you enjoyed it. Now, you may find this next question a bit too personal, but do you have someone you love?" Depending on how he interpreted the question, it might not have been personal at all, but she wanted to see how he answered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akkas</strong> on <strong>August 23, 2019, 12:05:23 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quihen thought about that. "I really care for my student. He's quite talented and the way he thinks is so original. He teaches me a thing or two every day. I loved my parents, but they're not around anymore. And my friends... Well, they are more allies than friends. I know most of them don't hang out with me for my company. If they did, they'd have visited me in prison. Only a handful of them came once or twice for some advice."<br><br>He placed a piece somewhere that could take the queen in the next move. It might have been a greedy move, for that piece was now vulnerable to be taken. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessicaHouse</strong> on <strong>August 23, 2019, 12:31:02 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Can you describe for me a moment you remember with your student? Something nice... something pleasant from your time with him."<br><br>Mihr was enjoying the answers he gave, vague as they might be. She moved her bishop and said, "Check," as the bishop had a direct line to the king. He'd not be able to take her queen on this turn.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akkas</strong> on <strong>August 23, 2019, 03:33:53 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quihen grinned happily at the progression of the game. He wasn't really after Mihr's queen anyway. He was getting bold because his pieces were in position. He placed a knight between her bishop and his king. Horizontally equal to that knight was a rook; if Mihr were to take the knight, he could take her bishop. Now he was starting to show that he had build up a strong defense. There were more spots that would be potentially dangerous. <br><br>He thought back to some fun moments he shared with his student. Smiles come and fade as he tried to pick one that doesn't involve any violence or mean things in the background. Even moments that he would consider innocent or neutral, he knew Mihr might not. Like learning how his stolen ring works. He knew it might not be wise to add the adjective stolen. <br>"I'm not sure I have a story for you," he had to say. "Whichever moment I pick, I know there's a detail that a being a good would not appreciate. Nothing seriously bad though!" He quickly added the last bit. "Just little things."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessicaHouse</strong> on <strong>August 25, 2019, 09:43:36 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mihr gave him a skeptical look. "I see..." She folded her hands together, keeping her fingers far from the pieces on the board for the moment. "Did you ever strike or hurt your student? Did you use negative reinforcement? Were you sleeping together?"<br><br>She knew he and his student got up to no good, that much was a given. She wanted to know if he'd abused the boy in any way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akkas</strong> on <strong>August 25, 2019, 11:08:27 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quihen gave Mihr his full attention. "Never," he said. He was shocked she even asked. "The only time I actually hurt him, was when we met. That was before he became my student. Nowadays, the only times I hit him, is when I'm teaching him how to fight. And then I <em>always</em> ensure I pull my punches. I want what's best for him, Mihr. I would never..." He shook his head. He was repulsed by the idea of abusing his student. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessicaHouse</strong> on <strong>August 25, 2019, 10:56:54 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mihr could sense no hint of a lie in his voice, so she smiled at him. She moved her knight and said, "Check." It was easy enough for him to get out of check again, and she'd left herself open for him to make just a few moves and achieve checkmate. The game mattered not to her anymore. She got what she really wanted out of this demon. She'd learned that while he was still very much a being steeped in sin, he was not even as bad as many humans she'd come to know. Moreover, he was not at all a threat to the children in the haven.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akkas</strong> on <strong>August 26, 2019, 02:12:27 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quihen blinked at the game. He merely made his king move a step, as the game looked unfamiliar now. He had to take his time putting his focus back to it. "Why did you even ask me that?" he asked distracted and concerned. "Do I look like someone who would do any such thing?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessicaHouse</strong> on <strong>August 26, 2019, 02:16:38 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What does someone who would do such a thing 'look like'?" Mihr asked, crossing her arms. "I asked you because it needed to be asked if you are to stay here. I run a haven here. A sanctuary. It's my responsibility to make sure the people who live here, especially the children, are safe. Anyone could be a threat to them. But you seem to have spoken truthfully, which I greatly appreciate, and you have proven yourself safe enough to be around them. That's good, because we'll be having dinner soon, and then you will meet the children."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akkas</strong> on <strong>August 26, 2019, 03:05:02 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm sorry," Quihen said. "You had every right to have asked. People lately just seem to - falsely - accuse me of anything and that was the worst one yet. I don't like all the false rumors. Thank you for deeming me acceptable. How many children are there?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessicaHouse</strong> on <strong>August 26, 2019, 03:31:16 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ten," said Mihr with a smile. "As you can imagine, this house can get quite chaotic with so many in here. Now, granted, some of those 'children' are in their teens, but I consider them children nonetheless." Mihr's smile disappeared and she interlocked her own fingers together. "Oftentimes I'm glad that normal mortals cannot find this place. If humans were capable of finding this house without being in need of a haven, surely I'd have their parents sending the police to take these children back... back to those abusive homes. Or worse, Social Services would come to put them back into the Foster Care system. Some of these children are here because of what they endured at the hands of Foster parents."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akkas</strong> on <strong>August 29, 2019, 01:32:02 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quihen, who hasn't spend much time in the human world, was stunned to hear this. <br>"Why don't any of those authorities see the truth?" he asked. "Do they just not care or are they too blind and deaf to look at and listen to those children?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessicaHouse</strong> on <strong>August 29, 2019, 01:48:36 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The reasons are... well, they vary." Mihr sighed. "Sometimes they don't care. Sometimes there's just too much bureaucracy in the way, and the rules prevent them from doing what they'd prefer to do. Other times the parents are just... really convincing. Sadly, many serial abusers have learned all sorts of ways to cover their tracks. Emotional abusers are the worst, because the harm they cause leaves no mark."<br><br>Mihr rose from her chair. "Stay here a moment. It's time for dinner, so I'm going to let the children in."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akkas</strong> on <strong>September 03, 2019, 03:44:39 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quihen nodded to show he heard her. "I'll be nice," he reassured. <br>He began to put each of the chess pieces back on its starting place. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessicaHouse</strong> on <strong>September 05, 2019, 12:01:54 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mihr disappeared through one of the doorways, and soon the sound of stampeding little feet heralded her return. But before she arrived, the many children of the haven did first. They rushed to the dinner table, only a few of them stopping to wave at Quihen on the way, and each sat in their individual seats, as if the whole matter was practiced.<br><br>Mihr emerged from the same doorway a few moments later, along with a few young adults. "Everyone," she said, and all eyes turned to her. She drifted over to Quihen. "This is our new friend, Quihen. He'll be staying with us for a while, until he no longer has need of a haven. Quihen, would you like to say anything to your new roommates?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akkas</strong> on <strong>September 06, 2019, 04:40:31 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quihen cheered up as the children raced him by. He waved back at those who waved at him. <br>"Yes, Mihr, thank you." He directed himself to the children at the dinner table. He started to tell at a tone that befitted a good storyteller. <br>"I would like to tell you the story about my nickname. When I was young, about the same age as some of you, my parents used to tell me a story before bedtime. It was my favorite time of the day. I heard stories about princesses, dragons and knights. Talking cats, magical forests and brave heroes. But only a few weeks after my first story, my parents repeated one I had already heard. I asked them for a different story and they obliged, but this story too they had already told me. After all those original stories I couldn't bear to hear the same ones over and over. I had to hear something new. I hunted for books and found them, but that wasn't enough. As I grew older, I traveled and listened and searched for more books and greater stories. By now, I have heard all the stories. But still I hunt, for new ones are still being written." He came to the clue of his story: "That's why they call me the Fairy Tale Hunter, because I have hunted down every fairy tale that was ever written. With me, none of you will ever have to listen to the same story twice - unless you wish so."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessicaHouse</strong> on <strong>September 08, 2019, 11:34:48 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As he started to talk, the children continued their own conversations, some of them talking louder than Quihen.<br><br>Until Mihr muttered, "Ahem," and the children fell silent. "Children, our guest has something he wishes to say."<br><br>With the children now silent, Quihen was able to tell his story. Once he was done, some of the younger ones looked enthralled at the idea of hearing strange fairy tales from this newcomer, while the older children rolled their eyes and returned to their conversations.<br><br>Mihr stood at the head of the table and held out her hands. All those present, children and otherwise, stood from the table and joined hands in a circle.<br><br>"Everyone," Mihr said in a sweeter-than-normal voice, "Please bow your heads and close your eyes as we pray."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akkas</strong> on <strong>September 09, 2019, 03:56:59 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quihen was happy with the amount of interest he could see in the children. He was happy with each of them he could amuse with his stories. <br><br>His joy quickly became full on awkwardness as Mihr and everyone started to pray. He always tried to avoid prayers, because those were conversations to God. Quihen, as a (former) killer of angels, really did not want to get His attention. <br><br>Quihen slowly backed away from the circle and kept his head down. He tried to be unremarkable, invisible and undetected. Being this close to praying people was already too near for his liking. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessicaHouse</strong> on <strong>September 09, 2019, 04:03:55 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Once the prayer of thanks was over and all present opened their eyes again, meals appeared on every plate, each tailored to the liking of those present. A mix of pleasing aromas filled the air, followed by the sounds of delighted children who immediately set to eating their fill.<br><br>Mihr, whose place at the table was empty, stepped back, allowing all others to partake of the meal. Angels had no need to eat, and most couldn't eat at all, so dinner was not for her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akkas</strong> on <strong>September 10, 2019, 04:02:00 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quihen didn't want to interrupt the routine the children had. He quietly went over to Mihr. "What am I supposed to do?" he asked softly. He assumed there was no spot on the dinner table for him, since he only just arrived. He was fine with that, he just wanted to know what she thought was best. He didn't want to just stand around and wait or do the wrong thing. He was not an insecure person in general, though he was a little in here. He knew he still had to prove himself. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessicaHouse</strong> on <strong>September 10, 2019, 04:05:33 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mihr gestured to a plate of mostly meats on the table, in a spot where no one else was sitting. "That's your plate, Quihen," she said. "Go ahead, eat. You're a guest here, and I take care of my guests. I had to take a guess at what you might like, though."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akkas</strong> on <strong>September 12, 2019, 12:45:21 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quihen was surprised to hear that. "How did you even have time to...?" he started to wonder with awe. "Thank you!" <br>He sat down cheerfully and greeted the ones next to him. Despite his title as 'hunter' he had a preference to vegetables. Although he did start to eat as if it were one of his favorite meals. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessicaHouse</strong> on <strong>September 12, 2019, 01:37:44 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				How did she have time? Mihr laughed at the question. The food here was miraculous, not something she spent hours cooking in the kitchen. Though there was a kitchen, in case any of the guests living there should want to spend time cooking something. Mihr watched the people of the haven eat with affection in her eyes, affection for each and every one of them. Even Quihen.<br><br>She was startled by a knock on the door. "Someone in need?" she muttered. "I'll be right back, everyone."<br><br>Mihr fluttered away to the door and opened it. On the other side stood a gorgeous woman in a golden dress.<br><br>"Hello?" said the stranger. "I need help. May I please come in?"<br><br>(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6c/89/c0/6c89c065d756793f2746317f8d37282d.jpg)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akkas</strong> on <strong>September 12, 2019, 04:12:17 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quihen glanced at Mihr as she spoke and walked off, and it stayed with the one glance. He didn't need to know everything about her and what she did during a day. In fact, he didn't want to know everything. He wanted to keep some distance between him and angels. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessicaHouse</strong> on <strong>September 12, 2019, 04:26:54 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				((Umm... what? Mihr didn't say anything to him. Your response... doesn't make sense...))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akkas</strong> on <strong>September 13, 2019, 07:51:25 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				((She said to everyone that she'd be right back. He basically sees her go towards the door, and continues eating)) 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessicaHouse</strong> on <strong>September 13, 2019, 09:14:18 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				((Just seemed a bit overly-aggressive.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akkas</strong> on <strong>September 13, 2019, 11:42:38 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				((I don't know what you mean)) 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessicaHouse</strong> on <strong>September 13, 2019, 12:56:42 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				((Well, for one thing, you used the term "glare" multiple times. That's an aggressive and angry way to look at someone.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akkas</strong> on <strong>September 13, 2019, 01:49:53 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				((That was my fault then - - I meant <em>glance</em>. I accidentally used the wrong word. I'll correct that.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessicaHouse</strong> on <strong>September 13, 2019, 01:56:37 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mihr was about to protest that the stranger needed to be interviewed first before she would let her into the haven, but the woman in the golden dress touched Mihr's shoulder and Mihr suddenly felt that she could trust her, though she could not explain why.<br><br>The woman in the golden dress approached the dinner table, her tresses trailing behind her as she drew near. Her eyes fixed on Quihen with a deep, burning desire in them. "Hello there," she said with a wink. "My name is Lucy."<br><br>(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6c/89/c0/6c89c065d756793f2746317f8d37282d.jpg)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akkas</strong> on <strong>September 13, 2019, 02:20:43 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quihen gave her a wide smile. "Hello Lucy," he greeted warm and friendly. "I'm Quihen." <br>His eyes moved up and down her body as he took a good look at her golden dress. He was truly looking at her dress, and not at her curves. He didn't know what to think about the dress. He never saw anything like it before. <br>"That is a remarkable dress you're wearing," he said. It made him uncomfortable because it reminded him of the feathers of angel wings. They were different from the ones he knew, but Mihr did recently teach him that there exist other types of angels as well. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessicaHouse</strong> on <strong>September 13, 2019, 02:35:22 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lucifer could tell that she had him enraptured, even if it wasn't interest in her so much as it was in her dress. In time, she'd have him eating out of her hand, if she so desired. Then she'd have him doing her bidding.<br><br>"Thank you," she said, curtsying. "My boyfriend... well, ex-boyfriend now... he never really appreciated it, but I think it's beautiful."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akkas</strong> on <strong>September 13, 2019, 02:48:19 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm glad to see you're still wearing it despite what he thinks of it," Quihen said. "Nobody's opinion matters more than your own."<br>Concerned about her, he asked: "Did the breakup happen recently?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessicaHouse</strong> on <strong>September 13, 2019, 03:03:08 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lucy considered a witty comment about how he might be much happier to see her not wearing it, but she decided to keep it to herself. For now.<br><br>"I agree. No one's opinion matters other than my own," she said with a grin.<br><br>When he asked about the breakup, Lucifer remembered that she was supposed to be scared and vulnerable right now. She peered back at Mihr, who was standing by the door with a curious expression on her face. Lucy forced fake tears into her eyes and gave the saddest most terrified look she could muster. "Yes... today, actually. He came home to our apartment and I told him he couldn't treat me like he had been anymore. He got so furious I thought for sure he was going to kill me this time, but I... I managed to slip away... then I came here."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akkas</strong> on <strong>September 16, 2019, 01:41:58 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quihen believed Lucy so far. Her act was convincing - and he had never been good at seeing the difference between sincerity and fake emotions. <br>"You're okay now," he said comforting. "And if you ever need to return to your home to get something, I can come with you for protection."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessicaHouse</strong> on <strong>September 16, 2019, 01:51:00 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lucy stepped closer to him, sniffling a little as if she were suppressing full sobs. In truth, it was a ruse. Quihen had shown her some degree of compassion so far, so it was possible that he might be willing to offer some comfort. If she could get him used to physical touch it would be easier for her to bring him under her power later. <br><br>When she was within arms' reach she said, "Can you give me a hug?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akkas</strong> on <strong>September 16, 2019, 02:09:08 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quihen felt for her but wouldn't hug her. He awkwardly leaned away from her. He preferred not to touch her because of her angelic dress, but that was not the reason he declined. If that were all, he would've set his own feelings aside. He did this for her wellbeing. <br>"You're very vulnerable right now, Lucy..." he started softly. "I don't think it's a good idea if you were to rely on me emotionally."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessicaHouse</strong> on <strong>September 16, 2019, 02:15:31 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lucifer cursed her luck that she just happened to find a demon who was adverse to the touch of a beautiful woman. Oh well. Her charms would have to work on him some other way.<br><br>Mihr approached from behind Lucy, about to ask her some questions, but before she could speak Lucy said, "You're the angel responsible for this little sanctuary, yes? Might I trouble you to show me to my room? It's been a difficult day and I'd love to get some rest."<br><br>Mihr blinked twice and shook her head, as if trying to bring herself out of a daze. "Sure... this way..." Mihr led Lucy to one of the side doors and opened it. A staircase stood on the other side, and Mihr led her up.<br><br>Once Lucy was settled in her room, Mihr descended back downstairs and met Quihen in the dining room. By the expression on her face, her mind was caught in a strange fog.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akkas</strong> on <strong>September 16, 2019, 02:51:44 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"How long has she been coming here?" Quihen asked Mihr. <br>With certain things that were said and done, he got the impression that Lucifer was a familiar face around here. For example Lucy's words to her sounded like she had come to havens like this before and knew how these places worked, and the ease with which she came in seemed like she knew her way around. Especially the fact that Mihr didn't even ask her a single thing, must mean that the angel already knew and trusted her. Or so Quihen thought. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessicaHouse</strong> on <strong>September 16, 2019, 03:02:37 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mihr, still looking dazed, said, "I don't think she's ever been here before... has she?" Mihr looked off, as if expecting the answer to appear in mid-air. "No... no she hasn't been here... I don't think..." She looked down at the floor. "Something's... off..." her eyes rolled back in her head and her body went limp. She lost her balance and started to fall.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akkas</strong> on <strong>September 16, 2019, 03:22:58 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Quihen jumped up, ready to catch her. As he realized what he was doing, he pulled back his arms with an apologetic expression. He hasn't willingly touched any angel in ages, and he wanted to keep it that way. He avoided to touch them to prevent getting lured back into the habit of hunting them. <br>The golden rings around his right hand were glowing as he pulled out their energy. He gathered the pure good, angelic energy and kneeled down next to Mihr. He held his hand just above her and released the energy, letting it fall down on her. <br>He did this, expecting it to have the same effect as it would on the type of angel he knew. It would restore their energy and give them a boost, or help them heal quickly, depending on how they felt. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter and the Haven (JessicaHouse &amp; Akkas) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessicaHouse</strong> on <strong>September 16, 2019, 03:53:47 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				((I'll get you a new response as soon as I can. At the moment, though, I admit I'm kinda bored with this one.))
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