Clattering as she waded through the collection of miscellaneous artifacts and weapons, Chiri gravitated towards the one chair she could distinguish amongst them. Still not feeling entirely back within her own body, she tilted the seat forward unceremoniously. Its contents emptied rudely onto the floor they clanged loudly as she took their place. An audible aggravated hiss released from Lance; he made no comment as he fussed over the pile of metal gauntlets she had so heartlessly discarded. Paying him little mind, Chiri shoved over the papers and tools lying on his desk. Creating a space with the heel of her boot, Chiri rested her feet on a corner of its rectangular wooden frame. Reclining into her reclaimed seat, she ignored the grumbled complaints of Lance and the clangor of various objects as he fought his way around the room. Busying himself with searching through the hoard, Chiri could hear him rummaging through the draws and cabinets besieged by more of his treasured items as he

The long rope of her frayed braid coiling beneath her as Chiri laid on the cold sheets. She shivered upon feeling Cazer’s warmth begin to seep into her icy skin. Descending onto her slowly, it chased away the bitterness that had gripped her since leaving the graveyard. The heat, which rose from the back of their long delayed reconciliation, serving to fuel the passion of their embrace. The two sunk deeper into the sheets without giving the dispute further credence. The source and primary holdout of their argument, Chiri had been the main cause of their prolonged feud. Loathing the thought of being near to Cazer these last few weeks, Chiri could no longer deny that she craved his touch. Cazer so close to her now, Chiri’s anger began to relent mildly as the feeling of their shared warmth encompassed her. Despite the frustration and grief, he had caused her. Chiri realized that her attachment to Cazer Krane had become too strong for her to hate him entirely. Although her forgiveness, ov

The broad oak doors to the bureau shutting firmly behind them in an action that was more polite than a blatant slam, however still harbored the same sentiments. Chiri and Allen seemed to share a collective sigh of relief as they found themselves cast back out into the corridor in which they had entered prior into their hearing. The whole ordeal finally concluded, they stood only a meter from the door, reviewing the polished floors and ornate wallpaper as though it had never been known to them before.Looking over at Allen beside her, Chiri watched him pinch the bridge of his nose. The hearing taking a toll on them both, she knew that the initial stress of being summoned to the capital had now given way to debilitating fatigue as his face crinkled together in an effort to suppress a yawn. The motion seeming cathartic, Chiri too decided to follow in his example. Lifting her arms as far as she could above her head, she stretched upward in a long leisurely manner. Unabashed in making the

The blood dripping onto the crisp white lapel of his uniform, Horus’s eyes began to water. Not having peered into their honest spheres like this for so long, Chiri was saddened to see the panic within his blue and gold irises as he realized the extent of her injuries. Most minor cuts, his eyes came to rest in horror upon the sword that had been driven cleanly through her right shoulder. Blood beginning to trickle along the end of the blade, Chiri collapsed. Rolling onto her side next to Horus, she gazed at his tears despondently. Wishing that her brother would no longer have a need to weep for her after this night as his quivering hands reached out to her. Chiri felt his desperate hold on her more severely than even the wound she had incurred. Wincing as Horus's fingers grasped her more tightly, she regretted that her presence in his life only seemed to bring him profound and repeated suffering. Chiri’s hands also made unsteady from pain, she extended one towards her brother. Managi

His shoes clanking down the corridor in the sort of curt and determined gate that one might expect from Cazer Krane. The noise was only made all the more severe as it marked his progress down the dark and dank network of halls which made up the underground cells of the Alliance. Their doors contained those either made to suffer under the justice system of the Four Gateways Alliance or to be forgotten by it completely. Liberating Chiri from a similar bleakness several years earlier, Cazer’s mind did not budge from her as he found himself marching through its hallways resolutely again. The image of Chiri grappling with the hex inflicted on her by the members of the Moon Gate organization and the tedious conversation he had conducted with her inept partner still fresh in his mind. Cazer’s mood darkened with each step he took down the row of dismal cells. Filled with moaning and wailing, which resembled those he was accustomed to hearing from his phantoms, they did not perturb him from m