Mirror|rorriM
Remi|moR
She lifts her head, black bangs slip into her eyes and makes her have to shake them out. The air is crisp, chilly even, very unlike her tropical paradise of a home. Her lilac eyes narrow as her body prickles with the cold, her sensitive nerves not agreeing with the change one bit. After a moment a hand lands on her back, blue-green eyes framed by silver-white hair cuts into her vision with a worried expression. Blanc frowns at her, his boy's pixy cut waving in the slight breeze chilling her body."Remi?" His tone is worried, but firm, he can feel something is wrong too but his concern is on her right now. "Hey there pretty gal, what's wrong?" His normally teasing compliment used more as a comfort as Remi drags in chilly air into her lungs. Humans and even most Eights wouldn't feel the shift in weather for another ten minutes or so. But she knows exactly how the city is supposed to feel and where. This was not normal. Not one bit, her nerves tingle with the chill.
She frowns and tilts her head to the side, her body sensing the change in weather and direction with out much prompting, "The North Gate... Blanc... I think its..." A roar from the distance confirms her suspicions. "... Wrath." Remi shivers, her fear almost getting the better other before fingers claw into her and drag her deep inside of her own head.
Lilac eyes become a midnight purple and a smirk slides into place on her face, "Noir? You here?" A white head shakes. "No babysitting then?" Blanc nods with a playful smile.
"You got this Rom."
Rom rolls their eyes and holds out their hand, their body's nerves firing on overdrive until they feel like they're burning. "Get the civilians out of here." Blanc smiles and nods.
"Understood."
He then takes off running, his own heart picking up pace and leads the Soul where the Heart could not go. All Souls are fighters after all. They close their burning hand and runs after the fragile heart of their friend and comrade. It takes them very little time to catch up and overtake the other with a playful, warm wave.
Rom comes running in as the Ice Wrath, its white furred body shaking off shards of crystalized water, stumbles forward towards the Second District's Community Center. Its gleaming, reflective silver roof on eye level with the beast. Rom rolls their eyes, their singeing nerves sends their arms into a burning sensation as they begin to blaze with fire.
The monster feels the heat and turns its massive head, two story body wobbling as it moves and tusks making its head wobble more. Rom rolls their dark eyes, "Hi there. Mind scramming?" It rumbles and then roars, a sound between a sea lions bark and tigers growl. Rom snorts before sighing. "Okay. We're doing this the hard way."
The Soul is as close to the world around them as a person could ever be and they are one of the Star Class for a reason. An A Class can be as strong as a Star Class, but they won't be able to access the purest form of themselves, the Soul unable to grasp onto their inner energy. But Rom? Rom is a true Star Class, a red star to be exact.
Fire and Ice mix about as well as Water and Oil. Rom know this. And they're ready to rain fiery hell down upon this monster.
"All clear!" Blanc's voice rings from the other side of the huge creature, its wobbling body shaking a as if to turn around. But Rom runs up and throws a small, flaming punch to its flipper like leg. It lets out a monstrous snarl and shifts its flipper away, tusks swinging as its head shakes.
"Pay attention!" The shout is directed to both the playful Blanc and the Wrath. "Lets dance...!" And the fire inside them rages with such a glorious flame that its almost tearing them apart. But its worth it, they know they can save everyone. So they fight the Ice Wrath with everything they have...
- - -
Blanc knocks back his fourth shot, whooping as he does, "Damn. Nothing feels as good as Jolt after a job well done!" He puts an arm around the lilac eyed girl with him, her raven covered head ducked low with embarrassment.
"We're supposed to be low key, Blanc," Her face is flushed a deep crimson from the other's touch, her skin far more sensitive than most. Blanc gives her a drunken smile, his eyes bright from the lightning flavored alcohol. "And we shouldn't be drinking..." To which her friend waves her off, almost in an uncaring way, but its not.
Blanc knows that if he gives a little for Remi he'll get a lot back. She's the kind of girl who loves when others are happy, but is afraid of people to a rather unsettling fault. Blanc reaches up and ruffles her hair, "Sorry, pretty gal, I'm done for the night." He presses a familiar kiss to her forehead. "Lets get this shy thing home, mmk?"
Black bangs shake as she nods and slowly stands to her feet. Blanc smiles to her and she stands dutifully next to him, he uses her shoulder to stand, his playful gaze sweeping the room a moment to call off any on lookers with a glance.
He catches someone starring at them, red glasses pushes up a small nose and lips purses around a bendy straw. Just some stray teen from what he can see, her pale green hair flows down her shoulders like a floral waterfall. Blanc pauses, his insides clawing at him slightly, he can feel the tapping on his internal glass as his mirror ripples. But he places his heels firmly on solid ground and turns his gaze from the girl.
When he looks back at Remi she's frowning at him. This isn't the first time he's had to deny the Soul and as the Heart is strangely strong enough to hold it back when its bitting at the bit for a taste of life. Even so Remi knows that if they don't leave soon Blanc will no longer be Blanc between the lust she can smell on his skin and the alcohol she knows is coursing through his veins.
"Lets go," Her voice is small, but it holds him firmly where he needs to be. Following behind her, stumbling a little from the dual highs, he makes it into the burning afternoon sun. Remi shivers from the shift in temperatures, but adapts to the heat quickly. Blanc is lead by Remi through the districts to their compound in the Eighth. Its a large building and they live in the top floor, about fifteen stories up, with the others in Alister's top class team. They have always been the first to respond, or maybe they just always got lucky. Remi doesn't care which it is.
All she knows is this is the way things are meant to be. Her kind all shoved into this tiny district, treated like dogs and less than even second class citizens. To be an Eight is not a blessing by any means. But, for some, it may be worth it. Like it was for Remi.
Her body shivers as she shoves the thought away, the heavy metal doors opening after scanning their collars. They walk into their only haven in this city called Heaven. This building is the only place where people like them can be fully accepted, even if Blanc can bring endless girls home in a month, even if Flora is loved by those she helps, even if Rose is sometimes thanked for her acts of kindness... This is where they belong. Kept in their kennels until they're called upon.
Remi sighs.
This is the Crystal Tower. Also know as Eight Central. Walking beyond the gates she can feel Blanc shift and she does just as quick. The angry howling from Noir is drowned out by the angry snarling from Rom. Rom's dark eyes holding Noir's bright gaze. It only takes a moment before both are whacked on the head.
A person with an bored expression framed by curly brown hair is standing there. They pull on their black gloves and grabs the two by their collars. "I think that's enough you two. Rom, Remi please. Noir. Get out."
As the two calm, Blanc's smell shifting to one of fear and Remi looks terrified they duck their heads. "You two know better." After a moment a sigh is given and the bored expression morphs to an upset one, sparkling gold eyes lovingly gazing at the two. "Get inside." He lets go of the them. Remi ducks her head and nods, heading inside. She barely catches Blanc apologizing as the doors close behind her...
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