§ 25 — reconnaissance

It's one or the other. As always.

"Devla...!" she thinks aloud.
Réve stops to ponder for a moment...

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Her judgement is evidently clouded. This was obviously no way to cater to one's rationale. So, after some reconnaissance (i.e. "light stalking") Réve decides that despite the unaddressed elephant in the room (e.g. the sneaky dilettante who somehow knows exactly how to get herself alone with this boy in the same general location every single day) for the time being, it would be best to distance herself from any and all distractions given the circumstances of the matter. That's including her so-called opposition...

· · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · § 27 — contact

— Pardon. Are you the one named a certain Réve Triste Kovárna, whom we've been looking for?— — — — — — — —

*~Just hold a minute... We're testing~*
something a little experimental with you...*
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*~... Don't worry yourself. It's littered with hints, and it won't be long... Of course, there's no morse code... So, you'll be fine.*
— — — — —
*~... Are you prepared?~*

"(... Morse-code...?)"
" ...Who in all stars hell are y—?!" ✱ — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

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—Nyx
is half Scot.
Middle child, as well as the only young lass within a large family of male siblings. Naturally, she was born in

§ 28–29 — nyx

All this to say that — given someone of her caliber — Nyx's "talents" in regards to anything involving any relatively tenacious inconveniences (such as a certain someone who doesn't know just when not to be a nuisance) were vital.
If the issue were ever something involving people, and a verbal interaction Réve needed to sort out, you could bet your soul it's getting done with the utmost thorough protocol...

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( )That was it.( )
Finally, thanks to a couple tidbits of key details one would need to know for... no—real particular reason at all — really —
(as well as some un-named individul' who...—)—

—Well... yea, we're reeally not gonna talk about him right now, are we. And, uhm... hold up... Where were we again?

Oh, that's right! Her... from a couple instances back.

§ 44–47 — signal degradation

as planned it would be best if they adopted an approach that was a little more... abstruse.
For lack of a better term.
And, also... one more thing. Exposition...
We dont have much time, and things are beginning to break down etc.....
... by the way, who's heartbeat was tha—?*¿—

┃:│;':?;,, ·:;, `;\";~°·..│4│...'bxccxnssnxx*——*

*"*—Oh—you've just got to be kidding me... why would they end it there...—. And, Im sorry, but, who the—HELL was that??"

"Unworthy?"

"... Are you real—...?"
"...—Yes, 'nd you're truly goin' to tell me neither of you JUST saw it...?!"

"... Right, surely they were joking—"—

—"—Saw what...?" "... Great..."

"They know. Most likely." "...How sow?? I mean, what makes you say that—?"—¿?—"
"No. Are you all brain-dead...? That doesn't make even a lick... on, you mean they can see us!? It would've registered...!—"

§ 48 — chronomanc—

Honestly. And its givin' me goosebumps~!

"You'r ears must be malfunctionin"
"Oh, shut it, you big ol' wuss—!"
"—No... they definitely were correct. And, I distinctly just heard one o' them say somethin' about the word chronomanc—" · · · — · · · the shroud

"So, uhm...
... Oh!
I—I
really... like the way you have those p—partially sunken-in eye s—sockets...
... Ehehe~"

"My... eye sockets?
Um. For sure... I—.
—Well...
Thank you, I suppose?"

Asta chiar nu merge...

Réve could already feel more of that smug, incessant prodding coming from the noh sitting

§ 49–54 — réve profile

Reve was... not in the slightest bit pleased to acknowledge the fact that she couldn't actually believe what she'd just witnessed. Like... honestly.
It was already so... obvious!? That the poor kid was getting anxious over four utterances ago...!
However — to no one's surprise — this girl couldn't even see that. What. The hell...
Truly.

His platonic bearing in this very moment was so palpable that a succubus would be put off by it...

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Shit... we're not really prepared.
It's about to happen again at any moment, isnt it...         Isnt it?              Hmm.

Things got silent... and they were—well... we haven't had this much trouble with any other subject. That's the hardest part...
The eye's almost gone off.
Now, we've ——...

@@@#ssas//ss/ss/$s@s/$s—=—=—=
OH NO. Cut that out, you!
Whatever you're doing. Cease. Right this instant.

[insert mesoamerican symbology]

§ 56 — realization

'"COURSE. Yes! WE knew you'd... eventually come to the realization of the simple fact, that's not even her TRUE NAME...!
None o' us meant for that to happen when it did. But, that's just life. Why act like WE don't need you!?
... And, for the love of...
God Almighty~
Could you atleast let her finish a sentence for ONCE in her sad, hopeless existence. If not for me...? Only for the sake of your cold... and feverish se fir' a progeny——
—For. Your. FAMILY—for OUR family...

§ 58–59 — interior / oakwood fire

heard it unknowingly and doesnt recall...
If she tried hard enough she could, no doubt, puzzle it all together somehow.
And yet, she decides it's not really worth the effort. However, this may be for the best as it stands...

It was strange how everyone desired something of him. For her, it wasn't a competition amongst peers, and she didn't possess those exact same intentions.
She's not anything like them at all. She was never trying to be. That's, at the very least, how she had imagined it. She has very mild feelings toward most anyone.

Although, she knew because of him, inside some deep, colorless part of her — somewhere between the valves of her heart and her intestinal tract — there was a dim oakwood fire that had been lit and begun burning steadily in darkness...
She couldn't stand it.
And it would calmly suffocate her sense of reason (with the hellfire of longing) until it smoked out her wholly fabled and tried composure, if left unchecked...
She was used to being able to just deal with everything all at once. But, with him

§ — nyx continued

She wholeheartedly despises the very notion of being made light of or having her time wasted. Whether it be from any form of condescension, idiocy, or just pure audacity. Almost like it's a reflex.
"Test me like you would a hyper-aggressive Rottweiler".
Thats the mantra. The cloth from which she was cut.

So much so, to the point where if you so much as hint at the idea of becoming a hindrance, getting in the way of her goals, or those of any of the ones she cares for, the very best thing you could be met with is an,
"Are you absolutely daft, ya wee numpty prick??"
along with the most jarring and uninviting fake smile one could possible muster.

She's blatantly never gotten along with a potential deciever, manipulator, or really anyone who she could sense would purposefully do others wrong.
Most of the time this is never a huge deal. However, if you've somehow managed to

*jj–TZZZCHINNNNNNNNNNNN——~*

"... Damn, I must've missed it..."

*"Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a room. A rubber room. —And rats made me.——Crazy?—A—room with rats!——And the rats make me crazy. Crazy? I was crayz———————————*
*"—They locked me in a room...""**—— ——
— — — — — — — shroud

— year old to be there for a certain some—
— —
...SCHARÉ—¿!?"——
— . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

The Angel with an 'X' on its chest is arrived.

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