The Divine Curse p. 2 (Open / Started)

"Sorry Six," Mimi mumbled sheepishly, "I just wanted to say hi to this person like I said hi to you. He talked about stuff to me, like he's gonna get peace for demons and stuff. I thought it sounded kinda weird though, and then you were here!" She giggled.

"He says his name's Armtice! So he has a weird name like you! Do all demony people have cool names? 'Cause if so I want a cool name."

Habit raised an amused eyebrow, smirking. "Oh really? But I thought you weren't a demon!" He exclaimed teasingly, ruffling her hair with his free hand. He looked at Armstice, rolling his neck slightly. "You're lucky you didn't touch a hair on her head," He snapped, his eyes narrowing. Then he dropped the harsh look, grinning. "OH AND WILL~" He sing-songed. Habit could smell fear radiating from Will. "YOU FEELIN' GOOD!? YA FEELIN' SASSY!?" Habit chuckled slipping the knife back into his vest.
 He looked back down at Mimi, "An yeah, this guy is nuts," He paused, "Oh! And no, only the semi-smart demons have cool names. Sometimes not even then. Mostly because if you're born to a low class demon you get named by sibling number. Hence Six before Habit," He explained, nodding to himself slightly.

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Will broke into a cold sweat, his aching body paralyzed with fear, unable to tear his eyes away from the one thing that scared him the most. The image of a knife was phasing in and out of focus in his hand, its shape buzzing and blinking as Will unconsciously attempted to defend himself.

Habit just laughed again, his eyes flashing slightly. "Wow I really scared ya huh?" Habit shook his head slightly, "God you're a wimp, I just took your appendix," Habit shrugged and gestured toward his midsection, "I mean you don't f***king need it, honestly,"

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Aaron stared at the steaming waters of the hot spring, the awkwardness in the air stifling. If only he could breathe underwater, then he could escape . . . The werewolf dove beneath the surface, shifting to wolf form and pushing powerfully through the waters. He launched out of the hot spring, water streaming from his fur and steam billowing from his body. He padded forward and turned in a circle, settling down on a hot, sun-soaked rock. He propped his head on his dark paws, watching the others with half-closed amber eyes.

Elza sighed, allowing herself to sink down in the water, up to her chin. She relished in the free feeling of hanging, suspended, in the hot spring, her aching muscles finally getting a rest. It was nice to finally relax, and not have to worry about when or if something would attack them. Thanks to the bandages and her natural healing affinity, the cuts and burns Elza had accumulated in the previous day's fighting were healing well.

Will glared at Habit with intense hatred, but his face was white with fear. If only he could actually fight what terrified him, perhaps it wouldn't be so scary. But the fact was that Will was at the complete mercy of Armistice and Habit, and the thought made bile rise in his throat. He gripped the blankets in both fists, his fury with Plethantahs and his fear of Habit mixing in a dangerous combination. Like a cornered animal, his eyes flashed slightly, and his teeth were gritted harshly together.

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latisuicune wrote:(((Hey, would anybody be interested in reviving this?)))

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