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Colt smiled at this, feeling for the ring box that was in his jacket pocket. He needed to make sure it was still there. "You know I'm always here for you right?" Colt asked her quietly. "No matter what."
Colt nodded, slowly sliding the ring box out of his pocket and into his hand. While Aya was looking at the desk, he got over behind her and slid smoothly to one knee as he opened up the ring box. "That's why I got to thinking... I figured that it was about time we... made it official." He smiled as he looked up at Aya. "Aya Nascire... will you marry me?" He asked hopefully.
Speechless. That was the word to describe Aya at that moment. When she turned to see him on his knee, the look of surprise was extremely evident on her face. "I..." She could feel her lip quiver a bit, and she looked away. "Holy shit..." Tears began to fall from her eyes. Turning back to look at him, she grinned widely. "Of course I will. Of course I will!"
Colt's smile lit up the room as he stood up, gently sliding the ring onto Aya's finger. He took her into his arms and kissed her passionately. When they broke apart, he whispered. "I'm the happiest, luckiest man in the world."
"You're speaking my language," Nicol smiled at Robin before getting up. "Let's go take a look."
***
Adam had been listening from outside while Colt and Aya talked, unintentionally letting out a "woooo" when Colt proposed, only for him to blush in embarassment and whistle away as he walked off.
"My pleasure." Robin replied, grinning before getting up as well and moving over to the geleto stand. "Woh, look at all these different sizes and flavours." Robin said in astonishment. "So many to choose from...this is gonna be hard..."
That word rang in Sayloren's mind as she ran through the dark forest of the Ether. A blade, crafted from the strange metallic alloy she'd found, the girl carved her way through the trees deftly as she made a path for herself. She had to find a way to last - this was the second time she'd been pulled from seeing Sky. She was sure that her partner was worried sick.
This train of thought almost led to injury, the girl leaping back from a large blade slamming down in front of her. Looking forward, her black eyes caught the sight of a large male. His equally as black eyes were filled with anger, him growling as he leaped forward to attack.
The two clashed blades, the metal being of the same nature. Stygian steel was known for its kinetic force here in the afterlife; many of those banished sent here had various equipment fashioned out of it to better their survival during these times.
"Back off!" She yelled, leaping up to kick the male in the chest. The force sent him back, with the girl dashing forward to send her blade through his stomach. Dropping his larger blade, he began to fade away into particles, disappearing after a few seconds. Sayloren had no time to celebrate her victory over the violent spirit; the sounds of fighting would lure more of them.
Thus, she picked up the male's blade, tied the smaller one on her back, and took off in another direction. From that direction, she could hear fighting going on. She had to survey the situation before taking off in another direction, after all.
--
"I love you so much," Aya said, leaning her head into his chest. For a few seconds, she wiped her tears. "Well... I guess now's a good a time as ever to give you your present."
Letting go of her fiancé, she went over to the nightstand. She bent over, pushing aside the things inside of it. "I think... it's in here somewhere. Where is it?"
Colt raised an eyebrow. He had no idea what his present was or why he was getting one. He went over to Aya and gently placed his hands around her waist as he peered into the nightstand, curious was to what his fiancee was looking for.
Among the commotion was the ghost of a teenage girl, wielding a monstrous scythe as she cut down a few spectres with the dark blade. Crouching down, she kicked one of the spirits' legs out from under and leaped back. Whirling her scythe, she narrowed her black eyes before attacking the horde once more. This girl had resembled Metzli rather closely; though, something seemed off about the teenager in question.
Sayloren watched as the girl fought, keeping an eye on her movements. She was fast. Strong, as well. The way she carved down the various enemies around her was a testament to that, even if they were weaklings. She would have to keep her distance and watch that one.
--
Aya found a box inside of the nightstand. "Oh. Here it is..." She pulled out the box, holding it out. Opening the lid, a large array of rare Cuban cigars were in it. "I know you like antique-y type things. So, I got you some Cubans; fermented and still fresh for smoking. There's about ten of them in here."
The crowd of violent ghosts had thinned out a bit, the teenager had noticed. So, without so much as another thought, she cast a glance back - and her darkened eyes lingered on Sayloren for a moment - before she took off running into the fray once more. Slashing down any spirit that stood in her way, the young spirit ducked into the dusky woods of the Ether once more.
Jett walked out to the pool after Aya wandered off, deciding to resume his nap. A groan escaped his lips upon seeing the still-frozen pool, though it did give him an idea. Tossing his gloves aside, he glanced around, making sure he was without an audience before a thick mist escaped his body. After taking a deep breath, he walked to the pools edge, pausing before stepping forward, a thick block of ice forming underneath his feet. He was understandably nervous, since the results of falling in would be far from desirable.
Alistair grinned to Kane. "Yes, you can," he said. In an instant, the male was behind Kane, inside of his room. "I need to know where your boss is."
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"It's close..." Raphael's voice resounded in Robin's mind. "The time is almost here..."
--
Against her better judgement, Sayloren leaped from her position on the cliff, landing down. The girl was able to sense her presence, it seemed. Either she was planning to attack her when her guard was down, or she wanted to escape. Either way, questioning her might yield some answers for her.
With that resolve in mind, the woman ran into the forest, going after the teenager.
The girl wove through the trees, moving into a smaller clearing in which she almost smacked into another ghost. Jumping back, she readied her scythe, studying her opponent through narrow eyes. The older woman attacked with a set of katanas, which the teenager had no choice but to dodge if she wanted to make it out alive. Once she saw and opening, she threw her scythe at the spirit's back - which embedded itself next to her spine. Cautiously approaching the vanishing ghost, she picked up the black scythe and took off running once more.
Robin, who was oblivious to love, did not understand why Nicol had blushed and had moved back and instead decided to ignore it. Besides, there was more important things to worry about - gelatos. Hearing Raph, Robin replied back in a happy tone, What is, Raph? she asked him, not thinking much about it.
Turning back to Nicol, Robin said to him, "How about we break this down - what flavour don't you like?" She asked him.
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