Kyre | MarkAvatar Adventure
Location: Rising Dawn
Time: Midday
Kyre heard words, but she didn't understand then. Rather, she knew what they meant, but she didn't want to understand them. Her heart pounded in fury and the slightest visible wetness stained her emerald eyes. The young anti-mage took a step back and placed a hand on each of her shoulders. "Friends. that is a word I do not believe you privileged to use in regards to me! At least not anymore!" She turned and drew Fang from his sheath and brandished it at Mark, the wetness in her eyes had swelled into tears, "I don't want to hear anything that tells me I can't have what I want! I just want her to be mine, and no one else's. I can't stand the thought of someone else touching her. So don't tell me these things that you know, because I don't want to know them!"
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BlackHarte | Red Mage
"You are no longer a talkative man Red," BlackHarte laughed as he took his hand off of the white-haired mage's forehead. Red Mage was putting on his best baffled expression, and it still failed to convey the amount of confusion he was feeling.
BlackHarte sat down in the space next to Red and looked him in the eyes, "Kyre Cwanuld," he said nonchalantly as Red listened from his crystal prison, "I need all the information you can remember gathering on her. Especially anything indicating obsessive possessiveness of people."
Red Mage nodded, his voice broken and torn from his throat. A punishment that rendered him unable to call the power of the Chaos Words. But his eyes spoke for him and BlackHarte listened well.