Completed [Spinning Coin/Bronze Woods] Blood Dagger (Razkar)

[Fubuki Kouri]

"....." Kouri kept silent when Razkar finished her job and seemed to be angry and disgusted at her. Well now, princess... you even got a savage disgusted at your violence... bravo, I'm proud of you... The insane side in her spoke, Kouri had managed to make even a veteran warrior of a savage race flinching in her gory work. Her eyes widen in surprise when Razkar suddenly exploded, shouting at her with a tone full of anger. Kouri's mental defense immediately activated itself due to the sheer fear and shock. Heh... Her eyes turned to slits and glowed slightly. "Son of Myri..." Ama edged closer to Raz and whispered very quietly, just enough for Razkar to hear. "Don't... aggravate her further..." Her gnosis was only useful in deterring the ghost, not actually hurt her. And if the Myrian has no offensive form magic, this was a suicide battle. When Razkar berated Kouri with accusations and using her own words back at her. Kouri was surprised, but just kept silent and stared murderously at him. "......" Her frown grew and the bloodstained chakram at her side spun ever so menacingly. "Razkar... please..." Ama was starting to plead. This would not bode well, if the ghost decided to murder them both here; it would bring disaster to all, the Myrian, herself, and the ghost. "Mons...ter..." Kouri hissed like a Dhani at Razkar's remark. She realized something, maybe she was indeed a monster. But she didn't care, this warrior was not the one who fed her. She barely even know him until a few bells ago. She didn't have any ill thoughts about him, she respected him and yet here he was; accusing herself of being a monster. For what? For these pests? Kouri was quite surprised, he took these animals' side rather than her? "And I kill monster." "Myrian n-!" Ama shouted to cut off his words, but she was too late... Kouri vanished from her location and instantly appeared exactly behind the Myrian, she materialized herself and hugged him really tight from behind. Her feet hugging his waist, her body pressing onto his back, and her hands... were just right in front of his face; with both of her index fingers almost touching his eyes. The Myrian would feel as if a stinging block of ice was wrapped around his torso and face. "Don't... try anything..." Kouri put her chin on the Myrian's right shoulder and maliciously whispered onto his ear, her frost cheek brushing his neck. "One... move and I will press my fingers into your eyes... you will go blind for the rest of your life..." "Tch! Kour-!!!?" Ama wanted to act, but she found four steel daggers were surrounding her neck from all directions. If she moved just a few inches, her neck would be fatally stabbed by them. "Madame Ama... turn on that light and you will die..." Kouri spoke though her focus never leaving Razkar's neck. ".........." Ama could only keep silent and did as the ghost commanded, she would only make the situation worse if she didn't do so. "Drop. Your. Weapons, Razkar..." Kouri whispered her ultimatum to the warrior's ear, her materialized thumbs inching ever closer to his eyes. Kouri had proven that her materialization power was high enough to actually cause physical harm now as she demonstrated by destroying a bear's eyes. "Drop your weapons and then we can talk... like civilized people we are, yes?"

[Razkar]

Razkar gasped and felt goosebumps break out all over him as the ghost vanished and a small iceberg attached itself to him. Skin and hands so cold they stuck to him, burning. His hands were still paused in the air, but by simply vanishing the tiny female had circumvented him completely.

Then he blinked and his entire vision was nothing but shimmering thumbs that were much more solid now. And did not waver...

"Don't... try anything... One... move and I will press my fingers into your eyes... you will go blind for the rest of your life..."

Razkar gritted his teeth in anger but obeyed. What choice did he have for the moment? Ama was in no better situation, a quartet of spinning, gleaming knives circling her neck from mere inches away, awaiting only Fubuki's petulant command to slaughter her like the wolves at their feet. But when she made her final demand, the analytic part of Razkar's mind that told him to fight this shifting shade was pointless fell silent.

"Drop your weapons and then we can talk... like civilized people we are, yes?"

"Ask Son of Myri to surrender weapons?" He said, voice too low and dangerous in Fubuki's opinion for one with no options. "I do not think so, Mistress."

A hiss just as dangerous and far more feral answered him but all he retorted with was a scornful snort that stopped her dead. There was none of the delicious trembling, the stinking, cloying aroma of fear that she loved so much. The scars on the Myrian's body were testament to the horror he had witnessed.

"You are not as scary as think, Fubuki," he said calmly, using her name for the first time, "And if you cannot hear truth, I not scared. I not even feel sorry. Now if you-"

In mid-sentence the Myrian jerked his head upwards as if trying to see the darkened sky directly above him. So sharp and quick and short was the movement that when Fubuki pressed her thumbs in they went not in his eyes-

-but into his mouth. With their filed, pointed teeth.

And he bit down. Hard.

A wail of outrage agony impacted against his ear until he felt it vibrate and then numb into a kind of deafness. Well, that risk was worth it. He'd reasoned that if she could have made her body solid to harm him, she opened herself up to be harmed herself. He ripped his mouth to the left and right, awful, unearthly taste of spider webs and smoke and dying djed filling his mouth-

The chakram daggers vibrated and faltered, their connection to their master battered briefly by the unexpected pain ripping through her-

Ama knew she would never get a better chance.

The Kelvic dropped like a stone, straight down, knees seeming to vanish under her and she hit the grass hard. One dagger still nicked her ear, another slashed a red line up the back of her head but she was away from them, just as they suddenly pointed down-

-and she clapped her hands together-

-and light exploded out of her.

Fubuki screamed again and now Razkar dropped his weapons, despite the small voice in him screaming for him to take his only chance and kill the little bitch. But could he? He doubted it. But the second sun that bloomed in the clearing, making everything a stark world of pure light and distance shadow... that certainly helped. Ama was giving it everything she had, squeezing every last dram of djed out of her system to provide a blinding, fragile beacon to blind and confound the shade, if not actually harm her.

Razkar could have thrown her to it, let it sear her eyes and run.

He didn't, and he had no idea why.

Instead he spun on his heel, mouth opening to release her just as she began to move away, still screaming, face contorted with pain and frustration and rage that went back and back to when she was just a little girl, scared and alone and dying in the mouth of a creature from Razkar's own jungle.

Razkar held her. He threw his arms around her and planted himself between her and the light, even as she stiffened in shock and Ama let out a noise that seemed halfway between fainting and choking.

He could feel her daggers realigning. Aiming at his back and Ama's head. All it would take would be one willed command...

"Let me help you." He whispered into her ear, expecting her to vanish at any moment and impale him... but now, he did not waver. At least not his voice. "Or kill us. Choose."

Razkar looked down into those narrowed, turgid eyes and... and there was sadness in his own. That same resolve, though, undimmed by her threats and the death that she had planned for them, could easily execute. And then, back to Ama's blinding light and face a shimmering shadow to her eyes aside from his liquid black eyes, Razkar let her go.

"Choose..."

[Fubuki Kouri]

"Sssssssssssss!!!" Kouri hissed very much like a Viper Dhani when she noticed Razkar suddenly became bolder and calmer. He called her 'Mistress' though, that somewhat put some pride inside her; this veteran warrior called her with quite an honorable title in Kouri's views. She would not show her appreciation for him yet though, the situation deemed to keep her superiority over both the Myrian and the Dire Kelvic. Not as scary as I think... Kouri could understand his statement, Razkar was a veteran warrior after all. It was only obvious he had saw things as terrifying, or even more, than a phantom little girl threatening his life. "Hehe... do you want me to prove it?" Kouri began pressing her fingers into Razkar's eyes, his sight sense would be burned by her frost touch to the point of absolute blindness. She would teach him a lesson to not mess with her just because she looked like a little girl... well she was a true little girl. "I'm not bluffin-!!???" Kouri put more force to her poke. but felt her fingers going inside a 'hole' instead of those delicate tissues of the eye. Her remark was quickly cut off when... *SPLASH!!* she felt her index fingers being destroyed, the splashing sound of her gel-like soulmist being ravaged echoed in the woods. "G-GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHH!!!!" The wailing scream of extreme pain and rage of the phantom little girl violently erupted, waking numerous sleeping animals, shocking nocturnal predators, and sending birds scramming away from their nests. "GAAAAAAH!!! AAAAAAAAAGH!!" Kouri continued screaming and convulsing when Razkar shook his head, ripping away her index fingers. Her daggers at Ama's neck also shook hard as if feeling the pain of their master. "PETCH!!! KILL YOU!! I WILL KILL YOU!!!" Kouri spoke in her native Vani language, her raging mind unable to process her thoughts in any other language. She was about to use her other fingers to violently puncture the warrior's eyes when... *FLASH!!!* "GAAAAAAAAH!!!! AAAAAGH!!" The blinding yellow emitting from that darned female Kelvic filled her vision with hot, harsh light. Kouri lost her grip on Razkar's body and put both of her hands to cover her face. The pain from her destroyed fingers combined with the light was unbearable. And then... !!??? She felt warmth... the familiar body warmth of the living. Someone was hugging her, in her current state; Kouri didn't care and kept trashing around, but due to Razkar blocking Priskil's light from her and her regenerating fingers rapidly eased her. "Let me go!! Let me go!!!" She shouted in her native Vani. Kouri acted purely on instinct so didn't realize she was a ghost and could easily blink away from the warrior's hold. "Son of Myri?! W-what are you doin- hiii?!" Ama was utterly shocked when Razkar seemed to be protecting the phantom who just tried to kill both of them. Ama's shocked remark was cut off when she saw two of the daggers realigning themselves to stab her neck and the other two daggers positioning just behind Razkar's back, just behind where his heart would be. Ama may act calm and composed most of the time, but when the person she tried to save ended up protecting the would-be murderer, her plan fell completely and her instincts took over. "Kuh... aaah..." The bright light of Luminance abruptly vanished as Ama exerted all of her power, she fell down to one knee and frantically gasped for breath. She could still feel the presence of the daggers pointing to her neck. Goddess, please help me... only miracles could save her now if the phantom decided to launch them. "Let me go! Let me go! Let m-" "Let me help you... Or kill us. Choose." "Eh?" Kouri's thrashing slowly ceased and she calmed down, albeit filled with bewilderment and confusion. "Help... me?" She tilted her head to look at the adult tattooed warrior's face. She then realized she was speaking in Vani and noticed her the warrior didn't understand her words. "U-uhm... h-help me o-or... kill you?" She spoke in Common this time. Due to Razkar's warmth and the absence of that damn light, Kouri had calmed down considerably. Her insane side died down as she realized Razkar could have just slashed her soulmist to the point of exhaustion when she was materialized or just run away, but yet here he was; hugging her like a protective guardian. "........" Ama went silent as all four of the daggers seemed to lose their lives and fell down, stabbing the ground like true ordinary objects they were. She felt blood tricking down her ear, but she didn't care. The sight in front of her was just too strange for it to be ignored, the warrior had somehow calmed down the psychotic little girl. "Help me... how?" Kouri kept her materialized state and returned Razkar's hug, relishing in his body warmth. "......." She just kept silent, waiting for his response. OOCMyrians are savages? That's bull!!

[Razkar]

"Help... me?"

The silence dragged on and on and Razkar half-hoped she would just eviserate him and be done with it... but then he heard those words, and part of him sagged with relief. A question, therefore she expected an answer, and her... tone... confused. Almost lost. A little girl again, not a sadistic butcher that gloried in the death of innocent creatures.

"Help me... how?"

Blinking as the light began to fade, as if Ama was peeking out from behind her gnosis, Razkar looked down and bid the girl to rise. As light as a leaf picked up by a gust, the little girl did so, coming to his face, and Razkar turned his face downwards to give her the full depth of his stare.

"I can make weapon for you, like I said. But not like this. Not with bones gained by murder." He gestured to the decimated carcasses with a wince, grateful that Tinnok wasn't here. He had stayed his hand; she would not have been able to. "I will make weapon... but must be right bone. And if I hear or see that Mistress Fubuki does this, I will not make."

That flash of red-raw, homicidal anger arced through her eyes again as they narrowed, but Razkar tightened his grip on her shoulders, trying to impress on her his point. Killing her would be... well, challenging, but unsatisfying in a way. She was already dead, for one thing, and for another...

Razkar did not want to turn his mind to that second thought yet. So he concentrated on the present.

"You are better than murder." He all-but-hissed, voice urgent and low. "And this is what you do when kill wolves. You are like those people you hate. Evil who hurt just because can hurt. Arrogant because think they know all, special reason for kill."

Razkar paused again and let go of her. She'd felt solid enough, however, and the warrior in him made a studious note of that. He walked slowly around her until the floating daggers were visible to him, then crossed his arms... his right hand covered by his left elbow and clutching the hilt of his kukri strapped to his chest.

"Besides," he said with a smile of all things, giving her some window into that part of him that relished blood and death as much as she did, "Get all death you want in day or two. Ambush, yes? Make decision, Mistress. We go from this place tonight and let Ama lay wolves to rest. We come back one day, maybe... do Power of Bones right..."

He glanced at the pale Kelvic, who had risen back to her feet, shying away from a pair of daggers that seemed to be glaring at her from midair. Her blinding, etheral light had dimmed by the marks on her body still pulsated with power, evidently ready to burst forth again... if they needed to.

Come, little one, Razkar found himself hoping as he stared at her, see sense, just this once...

OOC"Razkar could have just slashed her soulmist to the point of exhaustion when she was materialized..."

I didn't know that. Thanks for the heads up... >:)

And you're still useful. Don't throw away useful things. Tis wasteful...

[Fubuki Kouri]

Fubuki Kouri OOCThat's because Kouri was stunned and panicking. In normal situation, a decent ghost would immediately unmaterialized him/herself though. "What?" Kouri's crimson eyes shot up when she heard Razkar wouldn't be enchanting her weapon and because of, what in Kouri's mind, absurd reasons. A bone is a bone, what's the difference? But you promised! Kouri screamed that in her mind, but she kept silent and eyeing Razkar with her disappointed look combined with a murderous undertone. "........." Ama prepared herself to flash another explosion of light when she saw the ghost's malicious gaze, but she was running really low; any further and she would pass out. Oh please... She pleaded in her mind that Razkar would be able to handle the little girl. !? Kouri winced when Razkar held her shoulders tight with his male adult hands. The warmth was comforting, but his grip was hurting her. "Kiiih..." Kouri gritted her teeth, she wondered on why couldn't she just unmaterialized herself and let his hands phased through her; perhaps out of respect, Kouri was secretly willing to submit herself to this veteran warrior. "...." She just tilted her head down when Razkar told her if she acted like that, she was just the same as the very arrogant and evil people she hated. He was right in a way, but the other side of her wanted to wallow in the pleasure of easily taking the lives of another creature. The psychotic side very much enjoyed the looks of fear and terror she inflicted upon her victims. Kouri meekly nodded, agreeing with the warrior "Okay..." she whispered. Ama breathed a long sigh of relief, the situation to be progressing well. She put a hand to her right ear and felt a tinge of pain at the small dagger cut. This little girl was far from harmless and she respected the abundant courage that the Son of Myri had. Not everyone could make the decision of protecting your would-be murderer from your savior. "Un..." Kouri slowly extended her tendrils and picked up her daggers again, forming them into a chakram and back to their usual position beside her shoulder. She noticed the cautious look Ama gave her and just smiled at her. "Don't worry, Madame Ama... I won't do anything..." Ama still gave her that cautious look, Kouri could understand her though. Kouri saw the warrior leaving her sight range and taking his position behind her. Kouri didn't turn around and listened to him as he spoke of the 'job', that she would get as much carnage as she wished. "Ehehehehahahaha..." She giggled a rather ominous cheerful giggle, making Ama shuddered in fright. "Yes, Si-... I mean, Razkar~ Let's go~" Kouri turned around and held out her materialized right hand to grab Razkar's left, holding his hand like a daughter to her father. "And farewell for now, Madame Ama~ and I'm sorry about the wolves..." "Y-yes... dear, f-farewell..." Ama couldn't keep her nervousness, not after seeing what the ghost girl could do first-hand. This was just one chakram she held, Ama couldn't imagine what if she brought all sixteen of her daggers. The thought of four whirring metal of death waltzing in the air filled her with dread. "And thank you for all your help, Son of Myri..." Ama's voice was full of gratitude and appreciation, if Razkar wasn't here tonight. She could be killed. Ama then approached one the wolf's corpse and lovingly struck its head. "Go now if you wish... I will attend to them..."

[Razkar]

They began the walk back to civilization with music in their ears. At least, it sounded like music to Razkar. Soft and lilting, definitely more lyrical than mere talking, but... mournful. Low. Choked with sadness. He turned just before the two of them left the clearing and he saw what it was.

Ama's lips moved with a soft trembling, signing a death song as her bare hands began to dig graves...

"You cannot do that again." He spoke after a few chimes, the two of them still walking hand-in-hand, an insane parody of familial affection. "I not know if you make world have pain because you have pain... or because you just like pain. Hope it is not second thing."

He didn't see her disapproval, but he felt it. The air seemed to sharpen, freeze, and whatever doubt Razkar had about the abilities of the dead vanished when he felt that wave of seething annoyance wash over him. And once again, the Myrian felt that knot, that secret, deep hatred. Not for her, but what for she had made him do.

I will not make that mistake a second time.

"Tonight we will not make ritual." His words were cold, the warmth and desperation and very emotion from earlier drained from his tired body. "Not have material. Not have... moment. Mood." He waved his hand vaguely at the sky as if trying to dispel some mist. "You know what mean."

Syliras loomed in the distance. No, that was the wrong word. A city so majestic and bright could never loom like a dying tree. It rose, it towered, it filled the sky and proclaimed itself against the blue velvet heavens. Even from within the Bronze Woods, shade and Myrian could see it clearly, glow trying to pierce into the forest...

"Tomorrow will be for reaping." Razkar spoke bluntly, staring upwards but seeing further than just the city. Looking ahead, into the near future, or so he hoped. "Goddess-Queen need more than soul and victory. Need bone and flesh. Things to gather..."

The Myrian looked at his side and shook his head, bemused smile coming unbidden to his face. So tiny. So innocent. And so implausibly lethal. He had heard her talk about controlling sixteen daggers like the ones she had wielded as if they were toys earlier; Razkar almost shuddered as to the devastation she could reap if truly provoked.

A useful asset, certainly... but an unstable one.

"I find way from here." His voice gained some measure of politeness again as he nodded curtly to the tiny, shimmering figure. "Would thank for night, but... well..." his lips quirked again into a smile and he shrugged "... first date is not always good, people tell me. But next time, we do right."

Razkar's gaze dropped again, stare authoritative as a teacher looking to get the answer he wants out of a student.

"Yes...?"

[Fubuki Kouri]

Fubuki Kouri You're right, Razkar... beasts and pests deserves to be eliminated... and, hehehahaha! Hahahaha! Of course I like the terror those pests show in the presence of my lovely pets... I love them very much~♥ The psycho part of Kouri's mind spoke to Razkar regarding his statement about the reason on why she was slaughtering wolves. On the outside, Kouri just looked down to the ground in silence; but if one could look at her eyes. They were in the shape of slits and glowing crimson. Razkar said he wouldn't do the bone ritual tonight, Kouri was extremely disappointed; she heaved a long exasperated sigh and "Liar..." whispered her disappointment in Vani, knowing that the warrior couldn't understand her. "...." Kouri nodded twice in silence and rapid succession. At least she could relate with his desire for battle. Razkar seemed to be fighting for his Goddess. Kouri spoke of fighting for justice, but she also relished in the act of taking lives itself; perhaps this warrior was similar to her as well. "We'll kill them all..." She muttered in anticipation and murderous glee. Kouri looked to her side and tilted her head upwards to gaze at the warrior's face. So brave, courageous, and seemingly fearless. Razkar was the epitome of the ultimate warrior, unbidden by fear, able to stare at death right in the eyes and defied it. His weapons... Kouri wanted it, the insane side of her very much desired for that hand ax. She stealthily extended a tendril and rubbed its bone hilt, sighing in content as she felt the enchantment flowing in it. "Weeeelll~ then, Razkar... this is where we part, yes? I will see you tomorrow..." She retracted her tendril and beamed him a childish grin as he told her they would do the bone ritual in the future. Kouri floated upwards to meet him on eye-level, she then extended her right hand and lovingly rubbed his left cheek. "It's a promise then..." Her haunting whisper echoed in the warrior's eardrums. With that, she unmaterialized herself and retreated back in the forest; her translucent form gleaming in the moonlight. Kouri would return her chakram to her treasure hole and flew back to the Traveler's Row, visiting her little sister. OOCThis should be my last post for the thread, Raz You can either post your last reply or PM me for confirmation, then I will post it for grading! Awesome thread! We will sure meet again in the future

[Razkar]

Razkar watched the tiny shape disentangle itself from him and giggle upward towards the dark sky. He watched her rise and rise, warping and shifting against the fat moon as she passed it, and then no amount of squinting would find her. He smiled again and shook his head. A strange child, a dangerous enemy... but fascinating.

Worth him overlooking her caressing his weapon, anyway.

Something shifted behind him. Almost imperceptibly, telling him it was someone who didn't wish to be-

"Pardon me, Son of Myri..."

Razkar's hands flew to his blades as a matter of course, though his mind already knew who his eyes would greet when he turned, gladius and ax raised.

"... but I think you're only telling half the truth..."

Ama stood there, half-lit in the moonlight and Razkar cocked his head at the change in her personality. That deep well of compassion was still there, but now it was bricked and barred behind a cold, calculating insight that made her look more like a wolf than ever. Raw and piercing and ruthless.

"Say again?"

"I saw your eyes, Son of Myri," she stepped forward, pale form almost as ghostly as Fubuki's, but her hands and forearms were marred by fresh dirt and blood. "When the two of you fought. Your little speech? Admirable... Admirable..."

She stopped and turned, and when she smiled, Razkar was genuinely surprised. Up until that moment he had thought her something of a soft touch: a guardian of the Woods, yes, and powerful in that regard, but... innocent. Naive. But that smirk was neither.

"And hiding something else, hmm?"

"Get to point."

"You were afraid to fight her." The Kelvic pursed her lips uncertainly, realizing a little too late she was calling into question the bravery of a heavily-armed Myrian, alone and far from the nearest knight. But it was too late now, so she plowed on. "You didn't know if you weapons could kill her, so you chose to talk her down rather than just hack her apart."

"That what you think?"

"Yes. It is. Am I wrong?"

Razkar regarded the Kelvic, and Ama could see that same cold calculation reflected in his eyes as he weighed up the Pros and Cons of letting her walk away from this alive. But it was a quick calculation, and eventually he sheathed his weapons with an impressed half-smile.

"Good eyes."

"You... You're admitting-"

"Sons of Myri are warriors, barbarian." Razakr said, patiently, slowly, as if to a troublesome student. "But not mean we throw lives away. What would have been victory if I died in battle? I die, then you die, then all wolves probably die. Better to talk. Save lives. Give victory."

Ama nodded slowly, but she sensed the "but" in the air, even if Razkar didn't voice it. But he smiled in the Leth-light as she responded, teeth glinting off his filed teeth.

"But you don't plan to be unsure again, do you?"

Razkar shook his head, hard edge in his gaze now as he remembered and re-evaluated. "Know they must be solid to use weapon. Know they can be hurt, by light and by iron. By teeth and fist. Know they are dead but not beyond harm." He nodded judiciously, a builder observing promising foundations. "It is start. I find someone who can help make skill better."

Ama shifted uncertainly and Razkar's gaze flickered to her.

"You will... fight her?"

"Revenge?"

"... yes."

Razkar seemed to consider this for a moment, then shook his head.

"Not think so. Not want to. Just not want to not know if I can kill enemy." But even as he spoke those words, he felt his hands glide to the polished bone of his weapons, caressing them like old friends, close lovers or purring pets. "But... she is mad dog. Strange, no? Myrian call thing mad dog. But that is what she is. If go mad again... may need to put down. Want to know I can if have to."

Ama squinted, and swore she saw just an ember of regret in the Myrian's gaze as he looked up at glowing, glorious Syliras, black eyes shining like stones under water. He sighed and muttered something in his own tongue, then turned to her.

"She say she will not kill more wolf. She break word, tell me. Yes?"

"If I can find you."

Razkar snorted and began his long walk back to the necessary evil of civilization. "I am not hard to find..."

[Accolade]

Fubuki Kouri

Experience

Skill	XP Earned
Soumist Projection	+ 2 XP
Materialization	+ 2 XP

Lores

•	Lore Earned
•	Searching out the rumors
•	Lore of Goddess Myri
•	The secret of Razkar's weapons
•	Returning blood lust
•	A twist in the tale - no magic weapon

Razkar

Experience

Skill	XP Earned
Interrogation	+ 1 XP
Persuasion	+ 1 XP
Brawling	+ 1 XP
Teaching	+ 1 XP

Lores

•	Lore Earned
•	The reason the ghost stay
•	A better idea of the other side of the Coin
•	A visit from Ama
•	Fubuki is from Avanthal
•	Kouri - ghost girl

Notes :

Well that was very interesting. Didn't go at all like I thought it would, good show!!

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