@♆ Choi Seunghyun Dove took his thoughts as he expressed them, with measured sips. She could see what he meant though, by her having a tougher chance for a court seat in her minimally-cultured being (I mean she had been isolated with the Ruka for half her life, let alone how her people split into factions after the Battle of Brothers…) She watched him as he spoke facing the ocean once more. He reminisced seemingly on the broken pieces of his past…his story which she had to pry to discover, which lead to her asking him of all people to join her and help her speak to the royals. But she caught on his final suggestion. An advisor. He didn’t outright recommend himself, but the cards had been laid. He knew what she had already been contemplating for a week now. Seunghyun wasn’t the first person who told her such news.

Her eyes grew distant in calculation, also turning to face the water for some answers. The wolves weren’t strong enough to stand on their own…yet. But the prices for assistance were too high from every outside party she had contacted so far. Seunghyun had his connections in court, as well as age on his side of influence… she wanted to entrust someone so badly, but she couldn’t be crass… “Dr. Choi,” she finally spoke after a time of silence between them, looking to his long face, “you’re knowledge is a treasure…one I long to have. It would be an honor to stay in contact as time presses, and our numbers strengthen…I simply need your word that you are with me.” The matter wasn't simple at all though. She was asking him to state he was on her side, even in the current trenches. At this time there would be nothing for him to gain and everything to give…

@☾ Dove Cameron [it is all good :)]

@☾ Dove Cameron Plenty of fish in the sea. The demon truly had faith that one of these days he'll prey on someone of importance. He picked up the hesitation in her voice, so Seunghyun stepped back, allowing a bit of space to bring comfort and off with his gawkiness. The doctor cleared his throat, gathering this thoughts.Trying to find a good reason for the vampire's change of heart. A lying spirit he said, "It appears we don't agree on certain things. But I'd rather rather rally behind a level-headed queen, rather than one who decides with her heart. Surely, a cultured wolf is better than a thief, or a wanderer who knows nothing of courtesy, history or treaty." The doctor turned towards the sea, frowning. "All I am asking in return is a seat at the table once you're seated on that throne. Your vision for such democracy and freedom, that is your discretion. My opinions are only based on what I've seen and experienced throughout these years. Maybe we do need to reform." The demon loathing those words but he masked it with a soft smile. "There are scars too deep to forget, milady. I am but of the old." He exhaled, fixing his hair in discomfort. The demon pulling all the agonising memories that the doctor have. "Betrayal is but a poison. Like a chronic disease that never leaves." He paused, dramatically looking away, face all kinds of distorted sadness. "My point is. You have a vision. But that is based on an ideal future. For now, there are forces stronger than yours. They will disagree with you. So imagine the words you'll hear once you've tried to claim your right as the queen of the wolves. As I said, there are councils in some realms who might not accept your terms. You're needing someone who isn't afraid to disagree with you to keep you on your toes and advised you on the strategies you can take." Seunghyun his heels and faced Dove, his hands resting behind him and await her response. The demon on the other hand, laughing at how ridiculous he is sounding. Anyone has a free will to choose the path they'll take, but for the princess the demon could see blood and thorns. If the princess choose to dive into the trenches without an adviser, she might as well dive head first into the trenches of politics and die trying.

@♆ Choi Seunghyun (( I'm so sorry I am terribly tardy ;;;))

The little wolf ran over the thoughts in her mind of her actions. She at least made a introduction. He knew her face, and her name. He could call on her anytime he so chose...Dove just had to predict when that would be and stand ready to assist. This wasn't the first talk she had with an ancient one, and it wouldn't be the last. It was trail run number two before speaking to the biggest guns in the ring.

"Wait!"

She paused her steps, just near the edge where the doc met the town again. That turn around was fast. What did he need that she had now? He knew she was coming... but had he expected more of an argument? Something unseen was happening, which put the once eased wolf in a unsteady chamber of wow. She felt him right behind her again, tapping her shoulder. ',' she thought, trying to keep her blood pressure from spiking. What was going on? She expected only a conversation... his actions of last minute-reaching was off putting...

She exhaled through her nose, trying to let her 7 senses do the work for her.

The wolf took the moment of pause, before turning herself around to face the Vampire, waiting on his leadership of whatever part 10 was arriving to their station. "Dr. Choi," she stated his name, as if to press him onward. All he needed to do was reveal what was in it for him, and she could go from there...

@☠ Yoon Sanha ¥✔ "Sanha." Wooseok repeated the name softly. He nodded slightly. "I am Wooseok." he introduced himself in turn. A small smile formed on his lips but not quite genuine and more reflexive, perhaps even part of the protocols embedded in his programming for social interactions. Still, it served its purpose, softening the edges of his otherwise mechanical demeanor.

As Sanha spoke enthusiastically about his craft, Wooseok observed him closely, fascinated by the passion that lit up the other’s expression. The way Sanha described his work and the crystals he collected intrigued Wooseok, though he wasn’t entirely sure why. When Sanha mentioned a payment plan and collecting what he needed next time, Wooseok nodded immediately. "Yes. I’ll be sure to do so." It wasn’t a promise in the emotional sense but rather a statement, a task to be fulfilled, logged somewhere in his internal systems as a priority for the future. Glancing around the alleyway, Wooseok considered Sanha's suggestion. The environment was dim and uninviting, not ideal for anything delicate or meaningful like a reading. He nodded again, this time more decisively. "Perhaps it is indeed safer." he agreed. Extending an arm slightly, he gestured for Sanha to take the lead. "Lead the way, and I shall follow." There was a quiet certainty in his words, a trust placed in Sanha's hands without hesitation just like how he followed him earlier which lead to them being in this situation now.

@〄 Byun Wooseok ¥✔ Sanha nodded as the other person talked to himself. "Exactly, we can only affect our present with our choices," He answered. Sanha was finding speaking to Wooseok more and more interesting like he was talking to a kid experiencing things for the first time in life. It was almost like a light bulb went off in his head and he was realizing something that he hadn't before. Sanha realized that they had been talking forever but he still didn't know the other's name - hadn't even introduced himself. "Ah, by the I'm Sanha," He told him. He figured that if they had spoken this long then the other should know his name.

Sanha nodded to him. "Yea, I can make them. I draw the pictures, paint them, and decorate them. It's part of my business - I use crystal paint and they look really nice. I made this one that I have right now, do you want to take a look at it?" Sanha asked him as he held out the deck for him to look at. Sanha chuckled. "Some might say it is impressive - others call me a scam artist or a liar," Sanha shrugged up his shoulders as the other said it was impressive. Sanha nodded as he heard the other chuckle. "Yes, I like them and they can help me make more card decks and the other items that I've been crafting to sell," Sanha told him. "And for my personal collection - I like collecting crystals and rocks," Sanha admitted with a small nod. When the other told him that he didn't have any more, Sanha pouted like a little kid who had lost their puppy or lost a game. His tail drooped a bit as they stood there together. "I guess, I can put you on a payment plan to where you can give them to me next time," Sanha told him. Sanha glanced around as they were still the alley way. "Uhm, so do you want me to the reading here or do wanna like to go the diner or some other place a little safer and not so out in the open?" Sanha asked him

@☠ Yoon Sanha ¥✔ Wooseok nodded thoughtfully at the other's perspective. It was an intriguing way to look at time, one he hadn’t considered before. “We can’t change the past, and we can’t know the future..” Wooseok murmured, almost to himself. “But we can affect the present… That’s interesting.” His optics flickered softly, processing not just the words but their meaning. The other's words resonated with him more than he’d expected. Though his memories were fragmented and incomplete, Wooseok felt a strange sense of peace in the idea that his future wasn’t entirely predetermined and that he could make choices that mattered now, in the moments ahead.

His attention shifted as the male rummaged through his belongings, pulling out a small black box. The cyborg tilted his head slightly, curious about the object. He listened closely to the explanation, watching the cards shuffle fluidly between his hands. The movement was almost hypnotic, and for a moment, Wooseok found himself focused solely on the flickering motion of the cards. And when the other mentioned creating a deck, Wooseok’s optics brightened slightly. “You make these?” he asked, his tone carrying a hint of admiration. “That’s… impressive. A psychic, huh?” The cyborg had heard about such abilities, though he wasn’t entirely sure how much of it he believed. Still, something was captivating about the way the other spoke of guiding people through readings or creating items imbued with purpose. The mention of “shiny things” drew a soft chuckle from Wooseok, a rare sound that even caught him off guard. “More shiny things, huh?” he repeated, his gaze flickering briefly to the crystals the other had tucked away. After a moment of contemplation, he nodded slightly. “I wouldn’t mind giving you more.” he said then, his tone carrying a faint trace of curiosity, as though testing the boundaries of his own beliefs. “I don’t have more gems or jewels with me right now, but I can bring you some next time to make up for it.” he offered. The thought lingered in his mind, and he considered where he might gather more. Perhaps on their next visit to Fiddler Meadows, or during one of his trips with his master, he could use his abilities to search for valuable stones. The idea felt practical and perhaps a small price to pay for uncovering the mysteries the cards might hold.

@〄 Byun Wooseok ¥✔ Sanha gave a small nod of his head as the other said to live in the present. "To me, the present is always more important than the past or future - we can't the past and we can't change our future's fate - we only take the guidance to make different choices on the endless paths our future can hold," Sanha started, linking his fingers behind his back. "But, we can directly affect and change our present into what we want to be. Good choices, bad choices, fun ones - whatever we can. We are in control of that," Sanha told him. He watched the other's face as he listened and took in this information - at times, Wooseok looked like a little kid in school learning new information but then at other times, we looked like something beyond his years. It was a strange combination, but Sanha assumed that was because his functions turned back online not too long ago. He did wonder why after such a long time why was Wooseok turned back online; although, Sanha wouldn't ask that. Plus, it seemed that Wooseok wouldn't be able to give him a proper answer anyway.

Sanha patted around his cloak and then pulled around his backpack, opening it. He searched around a few moments before pulling out a small black box. He figured that the other had heard about it as it had been around probably even before Wooseok was created. "It is tied to fate and the choices you could make in the future," He confirmed the other's words, opening up the small black box. He pulled out a deck of cards and placed the box that they were in back in a pocket before shuffling in his hands expertly as they spoke. "You don't necessarily have to understand the process to get a reading, but yes to do a reading you need to understand a bit about the cards," Sanha explained as he paused his hands movements listening to the other continue. "Yea, I can make you a deck if you want it. That is how I make most of my living - making decks, doing readings, making crsytals, and making other things out of crystals. I kind of of a psychic of sorts," Sanha laughed, playing with the cards in his hands. "They could tell you something about yourself or guide you depending on the question that you ask," Sanha expression caught his intrigue that turned into wonder. Sanha cheeks puffed up for a second, kicking at the ground. "You know, I don't really do readings for free - they take a lot out of me and we aren't really in safe space for me to set up - but I could make an exception if more shiny things were involved," Sanha couldn't help himself but to test his luck a second time today. It was in his natural nature to do so - one of his biggest fatal flaws that was honestly boosted when he became a ghoul. He had just simply learned how to hold back his feelings and cravings - but every now and again he let his thoughts take over and go with it. He knew some would say that it could be taken as taking advantage of someone - but Sanha didn't see that way.

@☠ Yoon Sanha ¥✔ Wooseok was momentarily caught off guard by the other's laughter, unsure at first if he’d said something amusing. But as the male explained, the sound became less jarring and more comforting, somehow a reminder of the odd, candid charm of those he’d been encountering recently. It was rare for him to feel at ease in such exchanges, yet the laughter felt disarming in the best way.

He listened intently to the other's words about the past and present. It was advice that resonated deeply. “Live in the present. Is that it?” he asked softly as if testing the idea aloud. He nodded thoughtfully, realizing how much truth there was in it. For someone who had spent so little time conscious since his awakening, the moments he’d already experienced were unexpectedly meaningful.

Wooseok’s hand dropped to his side as he watched the other take the jewels, and a gentle smile formed on his face. He tilted his head slightly, his mechanical optics whirring faintly as he processed the offer. “Tarot?” he echoed, the term sparking a faint recollection. “I do know it’s some kind of card reading… something tied to fate, right?” He hesitated, tapping lightly against his metallic forearm. “But I’m not quite sure I understand the process.” Curiosity flickered in his expression as he considered the offer further and continued, “Are you saying you’d make these cards for me? And they’d… tell me something about myself? Or maybe guide me in some way?” His tone held a mix of skepticism and genuine intrigue. “If that’s the case, I’d like to see what these cards might have to say.” And for a moment, his guarded demeanor softened, replaced by a glimmer of wonder that hadn’t surfaced in years.

@〄 Byun Wooseok ¥✔ Sanha couldn't help but let out a laugh as he was thanked for his patience - as Sanha wasn't completely known for it. He could be at times a bit impatient and a bit of a brat - so why was he not a bit more grumpy right now? Maybe it was because he had gotten shiny things this morning. "Sorry for laughing - I just have never been thanked for my patience. I am usually told to be less moody and bratty," Sanha chuckled at himself as he glanced at the other. "But, you don't have to thank me for that. People should naturally do that," Sanha pointed out as he nodded to him. He could tell that other lacked in his social interactions - and Sanha could admit that even himself wasn't the best with social interactions himself. It was odd to be around someone that was a bit worse than himself.

He blinked at the other told him that he was right - which didn't happen often. He wasn't really often told that so he did feel his lips curl up in a small smile. Sanha then shrugged his shoulder as the other said that he would just need to move on. "I mean - sometimes it is important to learn about our past as it could unlock some good memories - or help us in our journey. But, you shouldn't constantly search for who you once wore if makes you lose people and new moments in your present life," Sanha told him. "If you are constantly searching for the past, you could lose the most precious things you could have in the present," Sanha pointed out, shrugging his shoulder again. He couldn't tell what the other to do - but he could only offer advice or what he would do.

Sanha watched as Woosok held out the jewels again - his hand steady and firm. Sanha slowly nodded as he listened to the other's words about why the jewels weren't any of use to him. "Alright, I'll take them - but I will also make you something out of them in return," Sanha reached out and took the jewels from him. Sanha tilited his head about what the other might like to have. "Do you like cards or fate? Maybe I could draw you some tarot cards?" Sanha offered to him as he was placing the jewels into his pockets. He scanned the other already having ideas of his head of what to make for him. "Wait, do you know what tarot even is?" Sanha blinked at him, one of his ears folding over.

@☠ Yoon Sanha ¥✔ "Thank you for your patience, then." Wooseok said with a faint smile, his tone softer. He was relieved that the other hadn’t dismissed him rudely, despite the unusual nature of their initial meeting and his overly direct questions. He made a mental note to improve his interactions with others for he knew his curiosity often got the better of him, and knew he needed to be more mindful.

“You’re right…” he murmured, trailing off as he considered the other's words. Perhaps clinging to a forgotten past was futile. Maybe it was time to focus on the present and the memories he could create instead. It wouldn’t be easy, but the thought of finding contentment, even in small ways, felt strangely comforting. His master’s kindness had already shown him that new beginnings were possible. “It’s alright. Perhaps I’ll just have to move on, like you said.” Wooseok added, his voice carrying a hint of resolve. While he still longed to uncover the mysteries of his past, he decided that it didn’t have to define him completely.

He hummed softly as he held out the jewels again, his hand steady. “I have not much use for such things.” he explained, his optics flickering faintly as if emphasizing his sincerity. “I don’t need money for food, water, or much else. My living arrangements are modest, but I’m satisfied with them.” Wooseok’s gaze then shifted to the other's swishing tail and brightened expression. “Besides..” he continued, a faint trace of amusement in his voice, “you seem to appreciate them more than I ever could. Take them they’re better off with you.” He said with a nod.

@〄 Byun Wooseok ¥✔ Sanha shook his head as he was asked if that was a bad thing and that Wooseok was a bit more blunt than the others. "I don't think so - I mean some people can be a bit sensitive or babies - but I am not like that," Sanha answered as he looked at him. Of course, that is what Sanha thought. He could be a bit moody and a brat - but he wasn't exactly what others would call sensitive. "And, others might not be willing to entertain your curiosity. They might think that you are nosy and annoying," Sanha warned him, giving a short nod of his head. Sanha didn't know why he was helping this person who stupidly ran after him - maybe it was his good deed for the day.

Sanha chuckled at his words - hearing the other call his situation a gift and a curse. It was the exact opposite of Sanha's situation - or well how he perceived his own life and situation. His situation was only the curse part. "Well, at least you see some light in your situation - even if everyone in your past is probably gone by now - you can always make new friends and memories," Sanha offered to him as he watched the other's expressions falter as they were speaking. He could only imagine what it would be like not to have any memories at all about their past or others that they knew - but couldn't remember them. He wondered if the other wanted to find his lost memories - or could he even find them? Was there anyone around in this city who would understand the knowledge or magic that was needed to get this person their memories back? Sanha paused in his thoughts - wondering why he suddenly cared about this and this person. He didn't know him.

Sanha shifted in his spot, keeping his gaze on the other. He wasn't exactly sure what to say for he didn't speak for a few seconds. "I'm sorry that you don't remember," He finally spoke, feeling his tail dip between his legs. He watched as the other pulled out some jewels and gems from his pocket - asking him if he liked shiny things. His tail perked up, starting to swish behind him as his eyes landed on the jewels in his hand. "I mean, yeah I like them," Sanha answered, wondering why the other was giving him these jewels. "Don't you need these for yourself? To get money for things like nicer housing or items you want to buy?" Sanha figured that the other didn't need food or water - but what about clothes, books, or other things to entertain him? "Are you sure that you want to give these to me?" Sanha asked, holding himself back from taking them from Wooseok.

@☠ Yoon Sanha ¥✔ "Is that a bad thing?" Wooseok asked, tilting his head slightly as he gauged the other's reaction. The other's subtle shift in expression told him that perhaps his approach needed softening. He made a mental note to be more careful in his tone when questioning others for he wasn’t trying to be rude but ust curious.

He hummed softly as the other spoke, letting the words settle. Indeed, his face, body, and even his core programming remained unchanged from a century ago. While he was grateful for the enhancements his mechanical nature provided, there was a bittersweetness to it all. "It's both a gift and a curse." he remarked quietly. It allowed him to endure, to continue existing, yet it also served as a constant reminder that everything he had once cherished was either gone or buried in the void of his fractured memory. The male's words stirred something within him. The other’s willingness to forget the past contrasted sharply with his own desperate desire to piece together his lost history. For a moment, he wondered if perhaps the other had the right idea.

And when the question was turned back on him, Wooseok shook his head faintly. "No. I don’t remember." he admitted, his voice laced with a faint melancholy. Still, a faint smile tugged at his lips, a rare gesture of sincerity. Reaching into his pocket, Wooseok produced a small handful of glittering jewels of two, maybe three, their polished surfaces catching the light faintly. "You like shiny things, yes?" he asked, holding them out towards the other. These were remnants from a recent trip to Fiddler’s Meadows, unearthed thanks to his enhanced optics. While others sought treasures for wealth or trade, Wooseok had little use for them. He didn’t need food or water, and his resting cot was enough for him to call a home. These, he thought, might mean more to someone who found joy in their sparkle.

@〄 Byun Wooseok ¥ Sanha wasn't sure why the other didn't have the forethought or common sense not to run after strangers that could lead them into trouble - but that was his place to question just inform the other that it wasn't a good choice to make - especially since the other was a slave like himself after all. Of course, he didn't know if the other had a master that made it a bit easier for them but still a slave was a slave after all. Sanha shrugged as the other apologized. He wasn't exactly offended just caught off guard by the rather abruptness of the other's question. Most weren't that direct when trying to figure out what he was. They were usually a bit more soft with the questions. "I am not really that offended to be honest - just a bit caught off guard. You are a bit more blunt than many of the others around here," Sanha pointed out, linking his fingers behind his back.

Sanha's head tilted at the word decommission as he didn't understand what that meant. He didn't know much about the cyborgs or Circuit City much - he never really cared to venture there. It didn't have much to offer him - well maybe sad saps to trick them into believing his scams and to give him money but he could get that easier in other places. Sanha made a soft noise of understanding on what he meant decommissioned as he furthered on to explain that he was outdated compared to older models of cyborgs - he guessed that is what the other was explaining. "Ah, I understand now. So you are like an antique or the grandpa model - but well, I guess just older since you don't look much older than myself. But then again, your kind doesn't really age that much to begin with," Sanha rambled for a second, reaching up to rub the back of his neck at his ramble. His ears folded over a moment to show his slight embarrassment that he rambled like that.

"Died, cursed - what is the difference if I ended up like this? I'll never be able to go home or gain my rightful powers or status because I can't obtain more tails. Sure, I could make a name for myself with others like me - but I don't really like the wastelands. There are no sparkly things there - just dead stuff and rocks," Sanha kicked at the ground a bit. He picked up his head as he nodded. "Faintly - yea. Not everything but most of my life. I don't remember the day this all happened, but I really don't want to," Sanha wondered why the other wanted to know all of this especially since they didn't know each other. Was the other always this brazen and open to speak to complete strangers? "Why do you wanna know? Can you not remember anything about yourself?" Sanha asked

@☠ Yoon Sanha ¥✔ Wooseok hummed softly in response, acknowledging the other's words while silently processing them. The realization dawned that the male was right, he could have easily ended in trouble. While his systems provided him with enhanced capabilities, Wooseok understood that even he wasn’t immune to danger, nor could he afford to be reckless. Repairs, especially for someone like him, weren’t just costly but nearly impossible in his current state. He silently vowed to be more cautious in the future. As the other spoke about his origins, Wooseok's optics flickered slightly, reflecting his genuine wonder. His question hadn’t been meant to offend, but curiosity had a way of making him sound blunt. "I apologize. I didn’t mean to offend you." he said sincerely, bowing his head slightly in acknowledgment of his mistake.

And at the mention of being from Circuit City and the assumption of his "fancy" nature, Wooseok shook his head gently. "I am... unfortunately decommissioned." he explained, his tone somewhat carrying a hint of resignation. "I’m not as advanced or 'fancy' as you think. In fact, compared to the newer models, I am quite outdated."He paused, glancing briefly at the ground before meeting the other's gaze again. "I’ll make sure to gather more information next time I have access to a library." he added, his tone firm yet slightly apologetic. "I’ll do my best to ensure I don’t make the same mistake again." Despite his limitations, Wooseok was determined to improve his understanding of the world around him even if it required more effort than his counterparts.

Then, as if drawn by the other’s story, Wooseok tilted his head slightly, his optics flickering faintly. "You died, you say? Were you able to keep your memories from your previous life?" he asked, his tone filled with genuine curiosity. The recount of how the other came to be piqued Wooseok’s interest deeply. If such a thing were possible, he wondered if it could have been possible for him to retain memories from before his own creation? Or perhaps from another life he couldn’t quite recall?

@〄 Byun Wooseok ¥ Sanha stared back at Wooseok as he spoke, raising his own eyebrow as the others answered his question. The other spoke like he was from some old book or spoke more properly than what he was used to. Malfunction? It puzzled Sanha for a moment until it dawned on him that the other as a cyborg from Circuit City. But, he didn't seem like the others that he had seen. He seemed older. Sanha shook his head as he snapped out of his thoughts as he turned his gaze back to the other. "Well, you are lucky that you blindly following me didn't end you up in more trouble or something worse than just a conversation," Sanha pointed out to him. "In the future, it's not smart to stupidly run after people that you don't know," He added, sighing in relief that the other didn't see him steal. "And keep it that way, gizmo," Sanha told him as he crossed his arms over his chest and then nodded. "Exactly, it's none of your business," He agreed to him. Sanha didn't always steal - but those jewels and crystals weren't found easily around here. They would get him enough money and product to live half decently for a bit.

Sanha let the other pull his hand away from him, as Sanha didn't need to hold his arm anymore. Sanha watched him as he studied him - taking a small step back as the other did so. "Excuse me?" Sanha blurted as the other asked him what he was. He gave the other a look as he sighed. "I am what they call here a ghoul. I don't know how I ended up cursed like this," Sanha sighed as he looked at him. "Before I guess died, I was kitsune hence my ears and my tail - but afraid I changed a bit - but kept my physical features from my previous life," Sanha let his tail swish a bit behind him. "But, shouldn't that be in your fancy database or computer brain? You are from the fancy flashy neon circuit city?" Sanha countered back. It was only fair that he would get to ask his own questions.

@☠ Yoon Sanha ¥✔ The sudden force of being pulled and spun into the wall caught Wooseok off guard, though his systems quickly stabilized him to avoid unnecessary strain. His gaze flickered down to the hand pinning him, processing the grip’s strength which was not particularly harmful, but certainly assertive. His optics shifted upward to meet the other's face, his head tilting slightly as his systems ran a rapid scan of the figure before him. The presence of ears and a tail stood out, prompting his internal databank to cross reference the traits with known species, though the results remained inconclusive.

"Instincts." Wooseok replied calmly. "Perhaps... malfunction." he added, as if to explain his uncharacteristic action of running after someone without reason. His gaze momentarily darted to the other's pocket, where his systems had already logged the crystals and jewels. Despite this, Wooseok offered a small shake of his head. "I'm not quite sure what you mean, but I didn’t see you." he said, his tone neutral but with a faint undertone that suggested otherwise. His gaze then softened. "It’s not my business, is it?" he clarified. A few months ago, he might have acted differently, perhaps in the name of honor or duty. But the world he’d come to understand was far less black and white than he once believed.

Then with deliberate care, Wooseok reached up to gently wrap his fingers around the other's hand, pulling it away from him. His movement was slow, almost polite, as though to avoid alarming the other further. Once freed, he straightened his posture and studied the other more closely, his optics glinting faintly as he did so. "What are you?" Wooseok asked, his tone holding genuine curiosity. His gaze briefly flicked to the ears and tail again before scanning the rest of the figure. "Your features suggest one thing, but my system is picking up... something else." he added, his brows knitting slightly. For someone so logical and mechanical, there was a strangely human like wonder in his expression, as though fascinated by the enigma standing before him.

@〄 Byun Wooseok ¥ Sanha had been doing his usual routine lately. He had just come back from exploring to find more crystals and snuck on the back of a boat to get back to the city without having any guards check him or enter back by himself. Technically slaves weren't supposed to wander off on their own - but he never followed the rules too much. Probably that is own downfall and got him in the position that he was in to begin with - but that was another story for another time. Sanha hopped onto the dock and started to walk down the pier, rubbing some of his cheeks to get the dirt off of them. He stopped as he spotted an open crate with shiny and shimmering things inside. He glanced around seeing no one around as he swiped a few - stuffing some of the crystals and jewels in his hands. He hurried down the pier - hearing a voice behind him so he simply let his instincts take in and started to run through the crowd. "Someone let loose a wild animal on the docks!" He lied towards a guard - pointing to the man who was chasing him for stealing. "Run!" He called out, hoping that the chaos would help him escape without anyone catching him. He kept running not expecting anyone to follow him. He glanced behind him as another was running after him - or more so running along with him. He slinked through the crowd as he grumbled to himself. Why did this person have to run along with him? What was this guy's problem?

Sanha gritted his fangs in his mouth against each other as he reached out and grabbed one of Wooseok's sleeves and pulled him into an alleyway - spinning him around to smack the other against a wall. "We aren't running from anything - I made it up - the bigger question is - why are you following me?" Sanha hissed, his ears and tail fluffing up. This was a normal reaction for his kind - one the animal that his form retained after he became a ghoul. Sanha blinked as he looked Wooseok over. He could tell that the other wasn't exactly completely human, but the other wasn't this stupid to run with someone they didn't know right? "You didn't see me, did you?" Sanha asked him.

@☠ Yoon Sanha ¥✔ The seaport was alive with its usual hustle and bustle, the clamor of merchants peddling their wares blending with the crash of waves against the docks. Wooseok stood quietly by the edge, his gaze following the movements of sailors unloading crates, dockworkers shouting orders, and seagulls circling overhead. Despite the chaos, he found it as a dynamic yet orderly rhythm of human activity. Lost in his observations, Wooseok’s attention was abruptly pulled away when a young lad dashed past him. “Run!” the boy shouted. Without a moment’s hesitation, Wooseok’s feet moved, his instincts overriding any logical assessment of the situation. And as if compelled to follow the boy’s lead, he fell into a steady stride, effortlessly matching the speed of the fleeing figure.

As they moved through the crowd, Wooseok’s optics flickered, glancing over his shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever danger had prompted the boy’s flight. His mechanical systems calculated every sound and movement, but nothing immediately threatening stood out. Despite his uncertainty, Wooseok continued running, his curiosity now mingling with a quiet concern. “What are we running from?” he called out to the boy ahead.

@☾ Dove Cameron [I seriously need to proof read my replies.]

"Her claim is still weak.” He whispered at the unknown shadow lurking behind him. The doctor did a tally in his head. There are far stronger werewolves around and if she is to fight for the crown will she even come out of it alive. Tales old as time that only the strongest amongst the pack will rule. "But maybe. Just maybe." His eyes narrowed and watched her walk away. He could offer her strength, a weapon or a simple advise. "No." He thought. He looked at the sky and breathed in the salty breeze. No kingdom should flourish but theirs. The Vampire Doctor sure is a trophy but he is a mere lord. A bastard really. "She is of royal bloodline."Those words are enough. He kept his hands inside his coat pockets. Nails slowly growing, he can kill her, occupy her body and lead the revolution. The doctor took a step forward and said, “Wait!” His voice echoed. A call no one should answer since the doctor is up to no good. His dark eyes turned ruby. The sound of his leather boots thumping against the wooden floor. He halted and softly tapped her shoulder. “I can help you." The Doctor said, clenching his jaw hoping that caught her attention.

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@♆ Huang Mi Ni In the middle of her attempt to find peace, she heard a whistle in the air (not as if someone was calling her, but as if something was coming hard and fast). As her senses perked, her back went ridged as an object flew from (the sky?) and crashed into the shore right in front of the doc...in front of Dove...who proceeded to be soaked under the burst of water.

The wolf's jaw dropped at the shock of the cold, wiping her dampened hair sticking to her face, straightening herself to stand as she looked down at what had just dropped from above. It was big. She couldn't quite make out what it was... but when she noticed the bubbles popping from the surface of the shaking water, the thought cracked through her head that it could be a person...

"," she sighed, looking around at the docs where no one seemed to be around. That would really if it was a person...but she wasn't gonna let the thing drown if so. "I hate you," she muttered toward the dark water, feeling her heart sink (like she was about to) as she shook out her limbs to try and get rid of the nerves prickling her skin. She her lips once, feet slightly bounces to amplify that she was going to jump...and with a little count down in her head, so she did.

She dove off the edge of the doc, into the unknown, swimming down to the bottom. It was a white object (thankfully) so it stuck out a little from the rest of the scary otherwise blueish black. She kicked her legs harder and harder to get this over with, closer and closer realizing it was, indeed, a person. A creature of some sort, but in the shape of a human, so yay...lucky she wasn't at the scene of a murder (yet).

She bravely nabbed the person by their little white arms, pulling them up up up till they both broke surface.

"HA" Dove gasped in relief that they were at the top, turning to the soaked person she was holding as she used a free arm to guide them back to shore. "Are you okay?"

@☾ Dove Cameron Mini was floating about in the clouds as she liked to do, munching on them like it were cotton candy. She wasn't actually floating on a cloud, she was hovering just above the clouds surface. She also wasn't actually eating it, just pretending to. Imaginery food was a really fun thing. But, of course, it didn't scratch her itch to fill herself. After a few minutes of eating air, she began to whine. And then she began to grumble, and then she rolled and fell. She fell 3 kilometers and crashed into the shallow water at the docs. A giant splash showered the one person sitting at the docs while Mini slammed into the bottom of the sea. Unharmed but surprised, she lingered at the bottom, dazed.

@♆ Huang Mi Ni Dove sat at the edge of the doc, watching the ships as they slowly entered and exited the port. It felt unproductive, but the wolf knew she needed the self care, which meant, for a couple of minutes, she would breathe in the cool air outside instead of the stuffy heat-filled library with her nose stuffed into texts till her brain started bleeding (or at least the flood of information felt like a brain bleed)...

She scratched her scalp under her bear-like locks she hadn't brushed for a day, resting face full of intimidation and with the clear note of "do not mess with me".

@♆ Choi Seunghyun It became quickly evident that the Doctor was of the age of old- despite his war torn history , he was pessimistic- believing stronger then anything the deadly sins and their makeshift council would never bend. It was the same with the old angel. They accepted that they would die with the peace they started, as adjustments would require too great a sacrifice... yet it was just a ticking time bomb that would lead to more death in the end. Dove didn’t wish to dismiss the hard truths he was attempting to remind her of…He even betted outloud that the Vampires would keep the old order, as they were old, and they did not see a point in peace regard less with the wolves… they really had become so outcasted no one would take her seriously. Maybe democracy that it was just a thing for dreamers to groan about in bars and taverns late in the night.

But no. It was possible. It was so possible. They just needed a rejuvenation…each and every member of Heleo needed this hope… there for she couldn’t give up.

The double rejection was admittingly causing the wolf’s temper to flare. Her jaw slightly twitched because of her clenching, but she remained silent a moment longer to collect her wit. This really was going to be a battle all on her own for the next decade…

She exhaled finally, knowing she was taking too long and doing her best to not feel like this was a waste of both of their times (also attempting to ignore the fact he referred to the wolves as dogs or pets rather then a force). He probably wouldn’t come around…and she just had to note that she tried and that was about all she could do. “Understood Doctor. Have a good night” She shot him a quick practiced smile before replacing the cloak hood on her head before turning and walking in the opposite direction.

@☾ Dove Cameron Her words ringing in his head like an annoying bee buzzing about just the thought of unifying the realms. A finger grazed against his bottom lip, appearing like he was convinced but the demon is an eon old. "Empires rise and fall, the woman might as well sentenced herself to death." He thought looking straight into her eyes, wondering if she would ever suspect the truth. "I believe there is a council already in place. However, I doubt they'll consider of changing any legislations in their own realms. As you see, each realms have their own ways of dealing with things." Dr. Seunghyun spoke softly in persuasion, fiddles with his sleeves. "The Demon King. Ha!" He chortled, nodding his head since he is aware that the seven deadly sins can wipe an entire realm. "And you'd want to make a deal with the devil himself?" He gestured his hand towards her, as if giving her a chance to consider her decisions. "I doubt his siblings would be happy you're taking away their source of life. My King won't even agree to associate ourselves to your kind. Vampires and wolves are mortal enemies after all. Years of wolves killing our elders will never be forgotten. So pardon me, your grace if I am skeptical in gathering my people to rally behind such premise. Unless you have the wolves on a leash, it will never work for us. Another matter is, anyone in your kind can be a contender for the crown. Deal with that first, then we can talk about your plan for the future."

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@♆ Choi Seunghyun The wolf nodded, as the vampire took his moments to think and repeat back her proposal. “Yes, one government. Council-managed. There wouldn’t be one leader for everyone but one of each species to represent their kind. They would take votes on legislation and Mist regulations, instead of this current trafficking of it.” The Ruka shivered at the thought of being a sole ruler. Not only would she never be accepted, but that was dangerous when there are too many things to represent.

She exhaled through her nose gently as the doctor, in his wisdom, ushered her against speaking with the demon King so soon. That was only to be expected, “I understand your doubts and concerns…and the wolves will need to establish themselves once again united before we are taken seriously. But Doctor, don’t you agree? We can’t keep going down the path we are on…the war is hushed but still growing, until there is an upturn in rebellion of the Demon King and lives are lost as the sides are made,” her brows furrowed in her own passion. “A renewed peace without slavery means that every voice and concern will be heard and respected - the new generation will rejuvenate the broken and dried places within each land of Heleo. There would be less violence over all,” she stopped their walking, looking again to the cold face above her.

“When the wolves are together…I want to you and those you can gather to join us in a unified front, for the King,” she explained. “What is it your people need most now? How can the wolves help your kind?”

@☾ Dove Cameron Far from the original, the doctor facing the wolf is so enthralled by the praise it is difficult to separate the pride of a demon surfacing. He is laughing inside and appeared prominent on the outside as he met her icy blue eyes, doing the same. A female ruler amongst a heavily stubborn and prideful tribes of werewolves. No one wants that peace to be broken. They live in harmony the demon is gagging in disgust if only he is not facing Dove. Seunghyun listened to the rest of her vision. His mouth hung open, almost choked in disbelief to hear her suggest a democratic front. But nothing irks him more than the proposition to abolish slavery. The demon inside him, cocking a brow, scoffing yet momentarily considered it. For it will throw Heleo upside down and he is much aware that few blue bloods will react in aggression - throwing a fit if it is suggested they'd lose their slaves. And digging deeply into the doctor's memory, the demon stirred the vessel to frown and in deep thought. "A democratic government." He sighed, fingers grazing his jaw. "Pardon me. Do you mean the entire Heleo will be subjugated in one governing body? And who would sit on top?" His sight fell on the wolf princess, eyeing her head to toe. "Are you thinking of ruling it yourself?" The rage of past pain surface, eyes shaky and jaw clenched when you mentioned breaking the wheel of slavery. "Your grace, if I can speak freely. That is quite a change and might start a war you cannot afford given that your kind is messy." He looked around as if trying to find a better way to phrase his thoughts. "Pardon me. It'll be difficult to usher you into our kingdom. You must be the proclaimed ruler of the Pythian Dessert for the Vampiric Council or His Majesty can acknowledge your presence to sit down and talk. Believe me, there is no good use of going around changing the old order. Many tried and barely made it out alive."