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[daemonized]

[He laughs, amused. He motions at the seat next to him. There sits a hat, though to make room for her, he merely picks it up and situates it on his head.]

And here I've just come from a city. You'd have me turn around, wouldn't you? Well, you're lucky that I'm such a generous soul, and that my schedule is as malleable as I allow it to be.

You may hop in, then, but only if you promise to tell me more about yourself. And your situation.

[arctype]

[Arcueid, pleased that this has been an easy conversation so far and that she's gotten a free ride, hops over the door and plops right next to Ardyn.]

Flexibility is a good quality to have. It's making me fortunate right now after all.

And I'll tell you what I want, depending on what you ask. Sound fair?

[daemonized]

[And once she's situated, he'll make a turn on the road. Off in the opposite direction they go, the way he just came. The moon hangs above, hidden behind opaque clouds as they drive.]

Fair as fair can be. And I can even start easily enough; what do you think brought you to Eos? And where, exactly, are you from?

[arctype]

[Her real origin is not something she would readily talk about, but she can tell Ardyn where she last was.]

I was living in a city called Misaki. The land is called Japan and it's a continent on the planet Earth.

[Huh, she said the same thing to that prince didn't she?]

Now what brought me here...

[Arcueid looks up at the sky again thoughtfully, her eyes glinting from the light of the moon.]

... I think I was just walking at night through the city as usual. But the moon was just as bright there as it is right now.

[daemonized]

I've not heard of any of those places. Naturally, that doesn't bode well for you.

[How casually he says it, and with such flippancy at that. Almost as if he isn't terribly concerned about her fate one way or another, just merely driven by curiosity.]

You think the moon has something to do with it? [Why else would she bring it up?] Why?

[arctype]

Well, the moon is full of power of course! Is it not the same here?

[Arc blinks at him as if expecting him to know the answer.]

[daemonized]

[He lifts his gaze up to the moon only briefly before casting it back to the road again. It's hazy up there, in all those clouds, casting its glow to the world below.]

Drawing power from the moon? Now there's an idea.

[In other words, Arc, no, it isn't the same here.]

What sort of power are you talking about, exactly?

[arctype]

[Man, that would take a bit to explain. Arcueid shrugs and stretches her arms over her head.]

I guess it would seem like magic... But on the other hand there are spirits and beasts that are affiliated with the moon and draw upon its light.

[Like her for instance! She's practically invincible at night (kinda sorta)]

[daemonized]

[Ardyn isn't an oblivious man; he glances over to her, looking skeptically amused. He can put two and two together.]

Are you saying that the moon may have had some similar sort of effect on you, pulling you all the way out into Eos?

[He can't help but wonder what manner of girl she was.]

[arctype]

It's a theory! But for all I know, I'm just dreaming about riding a car with a stranger at night. Any moment now, I'll wake up and think that it was just a pleasant occurrence.

[Arcueid admits things like this too easily, god.]

Although, it would be weird if I dreamed up something like this to begin with...

[daemonized]

Ah, a pleasant occurance. You hardly know me and you're paying such a fine compliment. I'm flattered.

[He laughs, a sound carried away by the wind. If he has anything more to say on the matter, it's suddenly lost.

Because there's a soft hue of purple swirling up from the road, like a portal opening. Two small portals. As they draw closer, the headlights of Ardyn's car shine brightly on two strange little figures. Green and hooded, carrying a lamp and... a kitchen knife.

He slows down, his grin sharp. What irony, he thinks. Perhaps they were drawn to his passneger's otherworldly presence?]

Look, we have company. Daemons.

[arctype]

[Arcueid, stands up against her better(?) judgement to get a look at the small portals. Would those return her...? Instead, when Ardyn's car shines a light on the "daemons," she blinks, but stares at the tiny squat green figures with fascination.]

"Daemons?" That's a sinister name for a monster if I've ever heard one!

Are they going to cause you trouble?

[daemonized]

[And Ardyn is putting the car in park, not passing the little creatures. What does that tell you, Arc?]

They'll not let us pass. [Correction: they'll not let her pass, not without putting up a fight.] Of course, unless we wish to turn around completely, we'll have to deal with them one way or another.

[He motions vaguely at where they stand in the road, waddling about.] They're called tonberries. Aren't they precious?

[arctype]

[Ah.

Arcueid blinks again and points to herself.]

So... Should I do something about it?

[JUST MAKING SURE HERE]

[daemonized]

[He looks at her, angling his gaze from under the brim of his dark hat.]

Can you do something about it?

[arctype]

Well. Yes.

Yes I can. [Arc, just make up your mind, the tonberries are advancing.]

But what about you?

[daemonized]

[They are advancing. Slowly, but advancing.]

I can hop in if you really need the help. But I do prefer to stand back and play the part of moral support.

[But with what? He doesn't even have a weapon on him.

And he steps out of his car, shutting the door. He leans against the automobile, eying the tonberries.]

Careful. I hear those knives are sharp.

[arctype]

I can't help, but think you're being kind of lazy.

[Arcueid hops out of the car anyways, striding up to the tonberries confidently. She calls back to Ardyn.]

Where do they even get those knives???

[daemonized]

[Outwardly maybe he does seem like he's being lazy. If he has another reason for it, he certainly won't tell her.

At her question, he just gives an over-exaggerated shrug.]

From the kitchens?

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[arctype]

Way out here?? That's silly!

[Arcueid, that's the point... In any case, one of the tonberries quickly makes their way towards her, ramping up into a charge with its knife...]

[arctype]

[Only for it to be grabbed by the head and spun around by Arcuied.]

HIIII-YAH!!!

[Yes. Yes, she just threw the tonberry like a softball and it has landed... Somewhere far, far, far, away...]

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[daemonized]

[Well, that's...





New. Surprising, too. He doesn't think he's ever seen a tonberry thrown into oblivion the distance in such an enthusiastic manner.]

[daemonized]

[But, ah, if he has any real comment to make on it (and any growing curiosity that he wishes to indulge himself in), it'll have to wait.

Ardyn leans in even more against his vehicle, crossing his arms. He tilts his head, watching the sight.]

Forget about one?

[Because there were two tonberries, and the other is waddling right up to her, knife glinting in the moonlight.]

[arctype]

Not a problem!

[She's all revved up and ready to go at them. Arcueid focuses on one tonberry as the other creates some distance between the vampire and itself.

Let's just say that the air suddenly has another flying knife wielding daemon, helplessly flapping its arms and tail in the air as it falls in an arc several miles away.

This girl was monstrously strong, that's for sure.]

[daemonized]

[And there goes the other tonberry, blasting off again.

Good lord.]

Well, then.

[Points for Arc. She's sparked more of an interest in him than she had initially; there was definitely something very inhuman about her, that much was obvious. What an astounding display of strength, if not a bit comically employed.

He walks forward, clapping at her display.]

Bravo. The poor little creatures will just have to bother someone else, now. I do hope you didn't land them on someone's doorstep, however. What a surprise that would be.