[master of shadows]

[knightwings]

It's late at night (as usual) and here we have a Hypnos, dashing out of one of the doors - in his white business suit (now fairly soiled), panting a little and slamming the door closed - but not before sending a Bufudyne right inside.

What's he doing? Do you have your armour equipped and your HP/SP replenished?

[ooc: e.g. mun is terribly bored. Sparring post get! Talking is fine too :|b]

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[poppiesfield.livejournal.com]

Of course, we're the Mage half of the twins. And okay, that War Cry == do not want.

"Enjoying this, are you?" "Skids to a stop and chucks a Flame Magatama at you. Which may not be the best thing to do orz

[demifemme]

*Shura chuckles in a manner not unlike Lucifer's.* Of course I am. Isn't it why you invited me to spar with you?

*She catches the object thrown at her, blinking when she opens her hand and it's engulfed in flames.* A... magatama? *She laughs a bit. That's... sort of cute.* First time I can hold the jewel version...

[poppiesfield.livejournal.com]

Smile right back at you then, because well, you're unfazed by your hand on fire and that's certainly something.

"Oh -" facepalm. Wrong item. Agilao Gem coming your way, then.

Shuramun needs Hypnos' opium and sleep orz

[demifemme]

*This time her feet are on fire, and you singed her favourite shoes.* That's not nice! *she points out as she dives in for a punch.*

o/

[poppiesfield.livejournal.com]

Aw, crap, too slow - he twists away at the last moment but it still hurts :|

"Good arm," we say, before skipping backward a couple of metres and throwing another Agilao Gem your way. Endless supply of those things, actually.

[demifemme]

Thank you. *Shura stops on her feet just long enough to Focus, paying little attention to the flames licking up heer legs.*

[poppiesfield.livejournal.com]

Okay, while you're doing your Focus thing, we're sprinting forward and aiming a kick to sweep you off your (flaming) feet.

[demifemme]

*Shura hits the ground hard, but quickly jumps back on her feet to fire a Freikugel at Hypnos. It's a god, and pretty badass so far, so he shouldn't die just from that, right?*

[poppiesfield.livejournal.com]

Ah crap, Almighty damage is go - he stumbles and lands hard on his backside, looking winded. He wasn't expecting that one.

Err just casting Diarahan on himself now, woo.

[demifemme]

*Oops. He's like her, then. She offers him a hand.* Sorry, was that too much?

[poppiesfield.livejournal.com]

Takes the hand and smiles up at you as he stands up with your help.

"Ah, no, not at all." The Diarahan leaves him good as new, after all, spare a couple of bruises. "It was fun, actually."

"And you? Are you all right?" D: Sorry about the shoes, orz.

[demifemme]

*Shura smiles.* I'm good. New shoes can be bought, it's not problem. I feel better now, to be honest. I had lots of fun too.

[poppiesfield.livejournal.com]

Errr just casting a Diarama on you, just in case.

"That's good to hear." Pause, while dusting off his suit. "I notice that you are not wearing your robe as well. You are feeling better now?"

[demifemme]

*Healing spells are always welcome, if only for the gentle wave of warmth that spreads through one's body when received.*

*Shura keeps smiling, but shakes her head. If Hypnos looks closely, he'll be able to see Shura's stomach is starting to round out and protrude.* Kind of, but, not really. I just lended it to someone who needed it more.

[poppiesfield.livejournal.com]

"That is very consi - "

So we were looking you over while talking and fffff-

You're not the type to let yourself get out of shape, so.

"Hitoshura, are you...?" Points at your belly. Um.

[demifemme]

*If anything, we tried to exercise the bump away and failed miserably :/ Shura sighs and nods.*

S'why I'm so frustrated with life at the moment.

[poppiesfield.livejournal.com]

AAAAGH WHAT SERIOUSLY he panics a little. We shouldn'tve sparred D': Patting you all over frantically now, healer instincts kicking in.

"Are you all right? Is it all right?" Brb, worrying our ass off.

[demifemme]

*Oh Hypnos D: we didn't mean to make you freak out! Shura catches your hands, not liking when people touch her unwanted bump.* We're all right. Unfortunately. Don't worry. I wouldn't have sparred with you if I wasn't sure of myself. *Have a reassuring smile.*

[poppiesfield.livejournal.com]

Oh, uh, err, sorry. He shakes his head ad calms down a bit.

"That is a relief. But why...?" He's referring to the 'unfortunately' comment. "Do you not want the child..?"

[demifemme]

*Shura lowers her gaze slightly and shakes her head.* No. I don't. Never.

[poppiesfield.livejournal.com]

Errr have an arm around your shoulders. Even he'd never considered the Grand General to get pregnant (mostly because the one he knows is male) but still.

"...what happened...?"

[demifemme]

*Lucifer might try to breed the male ones later. We don't put it past him :|*

*Shura leans into the touch and shakes her head again, nervously brushing her hair back.* I don't know. I can only guess the world really hates me.

[poppiesfield.livejournal.com]

;A; he's still as batshit as ever, do not want.

Holding you close now :|b "Perhaps everything will be better in time, Hi - Shura."

[demifemme]

*Lucifer can be a little... yeah. She holds Orpheus back. Somehow, looking at your headwings... it soothes her a bit. It takes her mind off things.*

I... I really hope. I really, really hope... *She tried to terminate the pregnancy, but nothing the summoners or the demons could throw at it worked :/ It's immune to everything, like mommy. Gotta find an Almighty abortion method.*