[attr="class","tctext"]Things began to take a more interesting turn, albeit it wasn't as if things weren't already interesting enough from Avalon's end, as Styliani observed what looked to be a smile of disorder. Let alone a cackle that furthered prove the process of entering into a disordered state. It seemed as though Damien was already at his limit, so mercy would've been an option to give, but given the many chances to actually give the two the information they needed, it was already too late for that. Besides, she liked how things were progressing.
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Before she knew it, Styliani watched the Warden practically force the hand down his throat. The woman pretended to wince at the Warden as she continued to further push the hand down his throat. "Careful, we don't want our little guest here to choke." She sarcastically called. She knew she couldn't be heard throughout the laughter, but at this point she didn't care whether or not Damien lived throughout all this. Just the name given would be enough to further their research on who else was in on ending her and who sent them aster her.
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It looked like things finally cooled down when Damien's body became motionless. The Arbiter took a step closer to the body before nudging it with her foot. "Yup... he's as good as dead. Poor little guy. He didn't have to go out in such an undignified way... but his lack of cooperation says otherwise." She said, giving the head one last but gentle kick before she turned away from the corpse.
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"Now..." Styliani turned around with a proud grin on her face and both arms spread apart. She made a small leap towards the Warden to give her a tight hug, making childish giggles in the process. "This. This is exactly why I love you! You couldn't of made me any more prouder and amused with your tortures! I think I might need to literally take a page from your book! I just feel so underwhelming and upstaged! You were all," Styliani pulled herself away from Avalon and began to mimic her shoving the hand in Damien's throat. "And then Damien was all 'AHHHHHHHHHHHH!' but really screeching his heart out while you were laughing like a maniac! And then, he just," She then proceeded to roll her own eyes up, similar to how the prisoner did right before his death before she broke out into laughter.
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It took Styliani a few seconds to calm herself down before she returned back to her slightly professional image and cleared her throat. "So... we got a name. 'Rowan'. There might be a few of those lingering around, but we should look through the archives and see what we can get. Hopefully we can use it to predict his whereabouts or more so see who are possible suspects that sent them after me. We might even find the third guy."

[attr="class","tctext"]"...Wow."
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Styliani had no words for what just happened, but an amused smile was widen on her face and her eyes twinkled in admiration. She couldn't contain the excitement her tail showed as it began to sway about violently from what she just witnessed. Especially watching the poor man's getting cut off was what got the Arbiter feeling as if she could do better job. However, she enjoyed the Warden's methods of torturing the prisoner for information. It was just pleasing to watch.
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"You REALLY know how to do your job now, don't you? Now I really believe you're after my heart right now." Styliani sighed delightedly, placing a hand over her heart and giving her a lovely smile before looking at the exposed prisoner's back. Her smile slightly altered and eventually faded into a more neutral position. She crouched down to get a better look at Damien's tattoo before she slowly shook her head in disappointment.
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"So, little Damien's in a gang I see. And by the looks of it, it seems as though someone decided to place a cute little hit on little poor me." Her tone was mockingly sad, although her smile crept back on her face as she unsheathed her claws. "Gangs are very bad, Damien. It seems as though we're going to have to fix that." She announced.
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Damien grumbled a low growl in his throat with his teeth clenched as tightly as they could be, only staring at the ground to avoid any eye contact. "As if losing my damn hand wasn't enough for you crazy bi-"
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His sentence was cut short as bellowed a painful scream while Styliani's claws began to dig deep into his skin and moved it about, as if she was carving something into his back. Each lettered carved onto his back her nail would go slightly deeper to the point of where she was close to touching bones. Soon enough, she straightened out her knees to take a good look of her work; her first and last name carved on the man's back with streams of blood scattered all over said back and dripping on the floor. "Perfect." She cooed.
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"Change of plans for a moment. We'll get back to your little buddies in a moment. Right now, I'm more concerned about who sent you after me. No doubt someone with more money than your pathetic tiny gang has put a target right on my name." Styliani's expression and tone were calm, however her eyebrows furrowed in annoyance as she made a disapproving scowl.
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"You have the nerves to dare call my Warden a hound," She paused to throw a hard kick to Damien's throat to send him in a violent coughing fit. "When you yourself are doing nothing more than following tasteless orders like a damn hound yourself. You think you have skills? You think whoever's paying you to do this have RESPECT for you? Do you really think they had faith in you and your buddies in killing someone like me? They're probably laughing knowing all, if not one of you pathetic fools were caught!" Another couple of rough kicks was delivered to the throat, Damien's body spazzing from the second kick while his coughing fit worsening. She then crouched down again, but this time flipping the man over onto his back. Using the same claws to carve her name on his back, she stabbed them right through his upper chest, slowly but harshly dragging them down along his torso.
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Another terrorized scream echoed in the room with his coughing fit mixed in as Damien felt his skin being peeled right off. "R-ROWAN! ROWAN! ONE OF THE GUYS' NAMES ARE ROWAN! ONE OF THE GUYS THAT WERE WITH ME!" He yelled.
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Styliani pulled her claws out, her fur already more bloody from carving her name on her back much more from dragging her claws from the inside of his chest. She took a deep breath for a moment to regain her composure. She took a few deep breaths before nodding to herself to confirm her composure. "Not what I wanted... but it's a lead." She said. She then took a quick glance at Avalon before a mischievous grin came onto her face. "I wonder if you can make him eat his own hand."

[attr="class","tctext"]Styliani's tail swayed in satisfaction as one of the prisoner's digits were practically in half. Watching the Warden return to her side, she gave a delighted smile. If there was one thing she adored about the Warden, it was her ruthlessness despite (in Styliani's eyes) a mere love bite being given. "Nothing impresses me more than someone willing to teach these vile criminals a real lesson on how our interrogations work in this prison. And I thought you were after my own heart for a second there." She explained, giving an appreciative nod and chuckle to the other woman.
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Taking a step towards the table once again, Styliani approached to the prisoner's side. "You know, there's a reason why our Warden is our Warden. Not a lot of prisoners could take what she just did to you. Color me impressed by being so calm." She cooed as she placed a hand on top of his head, giving it a soft petting before gently gripping it.
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The prisoner shot a glance at the Arbiter with a sneer of his own. "Do whatever you want to me. No matter how many times you break my damn fingers, it won't get me to-"
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He was cut off as Styliani rammed his forehead against the table with slight force. However, it was just enough for him to screech a muffle scream. "Wrong answer, Damey." Her grip on his hair began to titan, the prisoner grunting in response as he tried his best not to utter a scream. "I think you're not considering the fact that we're being really generous with you right now. Don't you think it's... rude to not cooperative when you're given this type of luxury?" She asked with a motherly tone.
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The prisoner made heavy breaths as he tried to ease the pain thumping through his head. His breathing began to calm after a few seconds before he would make his response. However, the moment he opened his mouth to talk, Styliani slammed his forehead against the table a second time, this time applying more force into her swing. "WRONG!" And another. "ANSWER!" She yelled, releasing her grip from his hair before she left the prisoner's head lying on the table.
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While the prisoner struggled to pick his head back up, Styliani motioned the Warden to go to the other side of the prisoner. "I don't think our friend here would mind losing a few more digits. Better yet, throw him down while you're at it. I've always wanted to carve my name onto someone's back with these nails right here."

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Avalon vi Leomagne

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[attr="class","tctext"] Cookies.
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Nothing was better, not even plotting her what she believed to be a genius plan, than sitting down in the comforts of her own house, on her little black smooth couch, eating a plate full of chocolate mint cookies. That's right. C o o k i e s. She could be attending to Arbiter matters, but why do that when she could eat a plate full of cookies? Why attend to actual serious matters when she could be eating cookies? Why look out for people who would try to take her down when she could be eating cookies? Why do anything when the answer was right in front of her? C o o k i e s.
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Two in her hand, Styliani took a big bite of each cookie before she dunked one of them into a tall glass of milk. Her tail swayed in glee as the sugar rush was slowly kicking in. Finishing one cookie in one hand, she took the glass of milk and began to dunk most it all in. Slamming the glass that was nearly finished, Styliani froze in place. The cheerful smile that was locked on her lips slowly faded as her expression locked into a serious look, as if she was dealing with a very grim situation. Her breathing became heavy, but silent. Her eyebrow knitted together as she felt her arm temporarily shaking before coming to a full stop.
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"These... cookies... are... amazing!" She squealed, raising her glass in the air before finishing up the remaining milk in her glass.
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As much fun as she was having by herself, Styliani wasn't the only one that was about to enjoy these cookies. In fact, she invited someone over. Why? Well, why would she keep these delicious delicacies to herself? Albeit it was completely in character of her to do so, Styliani was in a very good mood to share. And who was the very lucky person to consume this large plate of cookies?
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Frankly, at least in Styliani's eyes, no one special really. There were tons of people that she could've picked, but this one was random. Hell, Styliani didn't expect herself to be distracted by such a delicious treat. If she recalled correctly, this particular person was a mercenary she met once, twice, or occasionally so to speak. For now, that didn't matter. What mattered most is that the person invited over is going to enjoy- will enjoy these delicious batch of cookies.
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Because to be honest, who wouldn't enjoy all flavors of cookies?

[attr="class","tctext"] Styliani laid herself down on the soft and comfortable sofa that belonged to Arbiter Aster Villin in her luxurious living room. Was she invited into the comforts of the older woman's home? No. Did she manage to trick her guards into letting her in by telling them she was scheduled to have a meeting with Aster in her home? Absolutely. Albeit a rather strange location to hold a meeting, Styliani herself was an Arbiter and was what gave her the edge to be in her home.
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Her large and bushy fox tail swayed back in forth as she stretched both arms over her head and twisted her torso around to get some joints in her back cracking. Styliani gently heaved in satisfaction as she then stayed in place, smiling to herself from the comfort provided by this couch. "Ahh...." She would admit that Aster definitely had an exquisite taste in her home; it even made Styliani a little jealous and insecure about her own home.
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Aster was an interesting woman, so to say. She was one of the oldest Arbiters and of course had charm to make her an extremely lovable figure for Styliani to admire. At the same time, there was something... intriguing about her. Asides from the rumors, there was something else that made Styliani motivated enough to casually invite herself into Aster's most private sector. She's only met the professional surface, so now it was time for her to dive in deeper.
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The most she could do now was to wait for Aster's arrival. In the meantime, Styliani felt eyes slowly closing and felt herself quietly drifting away into sleep.
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What can possibly go wrong from here?