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Thirteen is sulking at the bar after losing at Risk to Caramel.

Mauric is keeping the restaurant running, far more comfortable with his position now.

Loriche has been working the wall as best as she can for as long as she can.

Riotan is looking for ferrets and/or weasels.

Eito is asleep, curled up like a cat at the feet of the rocky Kasinen shrine.

Riotan finds Omori, who is stargazing outside the Inn.

Rio looks up too. “Something about the night sky always makes me want to get some mutilating done.”

She looks over at him with a bit of surprise, not immediately noticing him. "Oh, hello. It's beautiful, is it not?" She asks, looking back up to the stars.

“Mhm. I don’t believe I’ve met you before though…” He turns to her.

"I'm pretty sure we met once before... I just wasn't me then. You're Riotan, right? I am- er, I was Traitor until somewhat recently. But now, I'm just Omori."

“I see. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

"Pleased to meet you too- for real this time." She looks back up at the stars for a moment, and then down at her star charts, seeing which stars are where.

“So what kinda feeling do you get when you look up at the night sky?”

"...Comfort. It feels comforting." She responds.

"Really? I'd think it'd scare your puny mortal mind to know how insignificant you are in the grand scheme of things."

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"My, that sounds like an interesting story indeed! I'll have to look into the play to see for myself- I'm a huge fan of theatre myself." She sounds genuinely interested, producing her notepad for a second to jot down the name of the play before putting both it and her pen back in their respective coat pockets.

 ”yes, it is an extremely heartfelt performance… I think the original writer died forty or so years back… one of the downsides of being the Archfey of a court of mostly humans, 95% of them aren’t immortal. Well, that and I have to deal with all of the big problems, like the flood…”

*Sure, I'd love to!*

"...the Flood?" KK inquires, seeming just as interested as before but not quite as cheery.

 She looks confused for a second. “I mean the-… OH- sorry, he-he. Forgot you weren’t a native of the court. It’s… really not that big of a deal, really… there’s just a prophecy that one day, we don’t know when, there will be a flood to wash away the sinful of the court, leaving only the Archduchess… weeping on her throne. -But really, we don’t know when, could be in ten thousand years all we know!”

She takes a moment to process Aurelia's explanation, seeming a little... sad? "That's the thing with prophecies- we don't really get all the details until it's actively happening. Whether it's true or not, I can't imagine that's easy to avoid feeling anxious about. Here's hoping, if it is true, that it's ages away." She softly smiles, trying to seem somewhat comforting.

 She smiles too, trying to act cheery despite the heavy subject. “Thank you… one of the only… real productive things I do is try to find a solution to it, but nothing so far is working. It was told five hundred or so years ago, just before I became the archduchess… now, you, uh-, might think that a flood the washes away the sins of a court? That must be a… a good thing…” she starts, her voice a bit shakey. “But… all of the native mortals of the court… everyone born in Fontaine... Are born with sin in their hearts.”

"...I see. That's... that's a lot of pressure to manage. You're handling things quite well- you clearly care for your people a lot, and want to stop anything that would harm them. You're doing a great job so far- I'm sure whatever happens, the court will get through just fine." She tries to be comforting, but is a bit out of her element- calming anxieties about prophecies of doom isn't exactly her forte.

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Thirteen is sulking at the bar after losing at Risk to Caramel.

Mauric is keeping the restaurant running, far more comfortable with his position now.

Loriche has been working the wall as best as she can for as long as she can.

Riotan is looking for ferrets and/or weasels.

Eito is asleep, curled up like a cat at the feet of the rocky Kasinen shrine.

 Lore appears beside him, grinning madly "You want to see something?"

From the other side, Home is trying to stick his head through. 

Riotan feels a presence behind him. Samaritan stands there, dressed in a pure black suit with black clothes covering his heads. He tilts his middle one "Would you care to accompany me to dinner by any chance?"

Thirteen raises his head morosely. “Sure…”

“Think… hahh… think it’s almost wide enough?” She pants, swinging heavily.

“Oh!” Rio looks up, seeming to slightly blush. “Yeah, of course.”

 She leads him upstairs and points to the bed where Harmonia and Soul are. A spectral wolf pup lies amongst the covers. "She created her first familiar!" She says and gestures to Harmonia. 

"I could try and squeeze out. Would be a tight one though." He said, shimmying a bit. 

Samaritan nods and lifts the cloth to reveal is burnt and scarred face. He presses a kiss to Riotan's head before standing back up "Would you prefer a place personally?"

“Oh, marvelous!” Thirteen looks genuinely cheered by this. “It’s always wonderful to see the next generation learn the Art and respect it… though I can’t say my own familiar is in my good graces at the moment…”

“Nah, don’t bother with that… we’ve almost got it…” She continues chopping. “Then you can finally leave, then maybe you can come live with me, and I can make you armor and teach you magic and we can hang out… it’ll be so cool!!!”

Riotan stares up at him, surprised. “N-no… anywhere you’d like… unless you prefer me to pick.”

 She laughs "I heard and saw it." She likes him and tilts her head. 

He nods "I would like that actually. You're the only person I pretty much cared about that's come here so far." He says.

He nods and leads the way. They end up at a fancy bistro and are settled outside on the restaurants patio dining. Samaritan watches Riotan for a moment "If you are uncomfortable, we can leave. I will not mind."

“Yes… have you named it?” He asks Harmonia.

“Great!” She gives a mighty swing, trying to knock out a hole big enough to finally let Home out.

“Oh no this is wonderful! I’m really glad you actually took me here. It’s reassuring that you think of this relationship as more than physical.” He smiles kindly.

 Harmonia shakes her head "I wanna call her Spirit or ***** or something." She said. 

Suddenly, they both watch as a huge chunk, the size of a window, breaks and falls to the ground. Home looks stunned, amazed, and happy. 

"Mn, something of the sort. My emotions towards you are complex.." he says "Then again all my emotions towards others seem to be that way. "

*what were you trying to write there?*

Loriche gasps and drops the pick, looking to him wearily but eagerly. “Ready to step out, then?”

“Good enough for me. Let’s head in.”

 *I tried to write birch but it autocorrected sadly.*

He nods and slowly extends an arm out and then steps out. He looks around, a bit scared to move. 

He nods and leads the way in. The two are seated at a table in the back. Samaritan nods to the waiter and he brings over a bottle of wine and lets them be.

*ah*

"Wonderful names. I'm sure your bond will only strengthen over time as your knowledge of the arcane increases and increases."

She smiles reassuringly. "How's it feel?"

Rio looks around idly. "How come you wear those masks, anyhow? I think you're pretty beautiful."

 She beams and nods "Thanks uncle thirteen!" She said while petting the pup. 

"Weird.. like a weight off my shoulders." He looks around, fearful almost that this all will disappear suddenly. 

"Mn.. I thought that question my come up. The gilded skull plate i wear is a symbol of my status in hell. Being a Lord of Gluttony, it is a brand in a way for others to know when things are marked with it." He said "The ones I am wearing.. they were the ones I got married in. I want them to have another meaning rather than from a time of my foolishness. I want my memories to be connected to something good."

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"I just think it shows how our world is still so full of wonder... then again, my mind isn't entirely either of those things, so maybe I'm an outlier in that regard."

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"My, that sounds like an interesting story indeed! I'll have to look into the play to see for myself- I'm a huge fan of theatre myself." She sounds genuinely interested, producing her notepad for a second to jot down the name of the play before putting both it and her pen back in their respective coat pockets.

 ”yes, it is an extremely heartfelt performance… I think the original writer died forty or so years back… one of the downsides of being the Archfey of a court of mostly humans, 95% of them aren’t immortal. Well, that and I have to deal with all of the big problems, like the flood…”

*Sure, I'd love to!*

"...the Flood?" KK inquires, seeming just as interested as before but not quite as cheery.

 She looks confused for a second. “I mean the-… OH- sorry, he-he. Forgot you weren’t a native of the court. It’s… really not that big of a deal, really… there’s just a prophecy that one day, we don’t know when, there will be a flood to wash away the sinful of the court, leaving only the Archduchess… weeping on her throne. -But really, we don’t know when, could be in ten thousand years all we know!”

She takes a moment to process Aurelia's explanation, seeming a little... sad? "That's the thing with prophecies- we don't really get all the details until it's actively happening. Whether it's true or not, I can't imagine that's easy to avoid feeling anxious about. Here's hoping, if it is true, that it's ages away." She softly smiles, trying to seem somewhat comforting.

 She smiles too, trying to act cheery despite the heavy subject. “Thank you… one of the only… real productive things I do is try to find a solution to it, but nothing so far is working. It was told five hundred or so years ago, just before I became the archduchess… now, you, uh-, might think that a flood the washes away the sins of a court? That must be a… a good thing…” she starts, her voice a bit shakey. “But… all of the native mortals of the court… everyone born in Fontaine... Are born with sin in their hearts.”

"...I see. That's... that's a lot of pressure to manage. You're handling things quite well- you clearly care for your people a lot, and want to stop anything that would harm them. You're doing a great job so far- I'm sure whatever happens, the court will get through just fine." She tries to be comforting, but is a bit out of her element- calming anxieties about prophecies of doom isn't exactly her forte.