"Where's She Been?" [Open to TT/Return]

The scent of smoke and sale coffee consumed the air of the demon mage's home. The morning was always like this, silent, dusty--- but It was like this at home to Roya all day and every day. Life had only slowed and slowed for her and what it provided was becoming little and littler by each passing day, like the water dripping to a pause from the tap in her kitchen sink. Had her life really ceased to mean allot or provide joy since Yugi had vanished? She supposed... and loosing any sort of a trail on him was not helping.

The Tartarus mage laid across the shabby sofa in the rooms proper,ankles dangling off the arm while her single palm held her pipe up to her lips, steam puffing from the vessel as she inhaled. Her emerald irises stared up blankly at the cobweb invested ceiling of her hut. This little place was a wreck when she got it, rats having been eating away at the interior of the structure. It was now she wondered when it was finally going to crumple down on her. Sunlight just barely managed to creep into the home through a split in the makeshift curtains. The ray had panned right down the center of her living room to fill Roya with some annoyance. The sunlight just welcomed itself to stretch over the floor, reach past the couch and laying against the mark just at her hip where her blouse pulled up; her guilds crest. A tattoo that had since lost real meaning to her.

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@All

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Here we go

Roya glared over to the backlit shadow in her doorway as the voice sounded. A hostile and inaudible “You.” growling from her throat with annoyance. Her small bellow didn’t stop him from striding inside, tearing her her part with all the words he could.

She took none of his first statements to heart, she was practically trash and she could take that acceptingly...but he only continued into the minefields of her mind, eventually setting her off effectively with the right step.

There was the sound of a snapping twig, Roya’s pipe shattering into two pieces between her fingers as soon as word of her ‘boyfriend’ left that devilish smirking mouth of his… Yugi. He didn’t leave her… Something just had happened to him...right?

She flicked the pipe to the ground, shifting her bandaged legs under her in a criss-cross. A single palm kneaded into a fist at her side. “W-What that hell do you know about that….?!” Roya grunted with enough poison in her tone to wipe out a village. Two emerald eyes narrowed and fixated on the blonde with the precision of lasers; A black flame flared up against one of the bottles she’d left n the table from her drinking the night before. A beat passed and a crack soon threaded up the neck of the glass as the fire overwhelmed it and caused it to explode out in hundreds of tiny shards, pelting her and Gil. Roya never moved upon the burst, allowing one of the sharp crystals to leave a red line under her eye, crimson welling down. “Unless you've got something’ remotely interesting or decent to say I suggest ya get on out.” Royanna hissed quickly, jeering her head in the direction of the door jam he had uninvited busted through.

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Omg i didn't see this reply

“--Like I’d want your help,” Royanna bit rather aggresivley, clambering up to her feet with her hand knotted into  firm fist at her side, knuckled protruding  hard and white. She half closed her piercing sea green eyes. There were the crescents of gray shadows beneath them, remnants of sleepless nights. She felt some kind of irate fire within her chest as though it were boiling away at the insides of her ribs. Roya took a step and another pace in his direction He wasn’t even worth her energy and yet-- There she was swiveling him back around to face her.

She raised her hand, and sent a forceful slap upon his already cut cheek.

There was no fire, not broken bones, not spell, ---It was just rough a smack, though a mundane move while it didn’t mean she couldn’t pack a real punch….because she really could. “I’d stop running your yap about things that don’t concern you, I’m pointless but at least I’m not a high and mighty air-headed douche.” There was a pause, only for Roya to get a breath and regain her train of thought.

“...I'd keep your nose right in the air where you like it and out of my business.” Roya scoffed, gaze narrowing as she stepped back to the table for something.

“I’ll be on my way out too guild masta’.” The coming storm mocked, picking up a half drained bottle of booze that was left sitting by the remnants of the other shattered base; shredded, and the glass shards steaming beside it from the heat it had combusted. "Gonna get myself tipsy again and go out on some job, maybe ruin someone’s day.” She stated plainly as welcomed the poison to her mouth, taking a swig of the lukewarm ale.

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Weeeee, Fiesty

Mentally, Roya celebrated at the discomforting story his features told, the red handprint left on his cheek,the popping of his jaw...It was all enough to cause that little voice in her head to laugh triumphantly because she knew he'd had it coming trying to be better than she was and all, thinking he deserved a spot on the top of the power-pedestal for free.

Instead of shutting Gil peered up in a response to beckon her on out on a job he already had lined up.  That victorious a touch of an expression left her though Gil probably couldn’t tell with her back to him… He didn’t quit trying to challenge or bring her down did he… Though there was no way she would admit or recognize it herself: Whatever he was trying on Roya was working. She felt challenged and beneath him which lit the fire in her to come out on top, to regain that cocky composure of her own and one up him.

“Oh I can handle more than you  give me credit for…. I could probably do this job all on my own” Roya trailed off with that malevolent smirk, surely the smirk of the devil she’d been bonded with.

“Tch, Just gimme a sign when you want to meet for that then. I’ll make it worth the while~....” Royanna stifled back her laughter with a cough and eventually the flame mage turned back to her bottle, taking a final guzzle to drain what was left of booze before glimmering out the doorway into the village again.

Roya stepped out into the evening, the sky above tinged with an array of fiery golds and oranges. “Meanwhile, I’m gonna go get some more of this.” She hummed, teetering the neck of the emptied ale in her hand. “...Tata now…” though the words were picked out as that of a joyous, charismatic,  farewell they left her mouth in a tone that was menacing, dark, and equally as challenging.

Without so much as another glimmer from her teal eyes Roya spun around, ambling down the road in the other direction. It wasn’t that last time they’d face unfortunately… They still had that job to do.

[Exit]

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See you on the joooob