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[shieldedvirtue]

Characters: Clare Edwards, OPEN
Location: Any Street, The Mall, Papercut Books, Corpse Bros. Cinema, OR The Basketball Court.
Rating: PG to be safe, amendment if it goes up for any reason.
Time: 15th of December.
Description: An ordinary day for Clare Edwards in Death City.
Note: I don't feel like spamming the comm, so feel free to pick a place to

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The Mall!

[devoted_sinner]

[Christmas. Viede had certainly heard of it in the past, considering his enemy was the religious Order. The Elders had warned them about the threats these humans made being a demon and all. Even so, it wasn't that he despised the practice but rather truly couldn't be bothered with it for one. They had their own troubles in the demon society so given the chance to be enveloped by it with minimal concerns of other things felt a bit odd to say the least.

Looking through the bedding section himself, the giant man had his arms crossed and a hand to his chin. His expression was never lively, more stoic than anything, but the slight bend up in his brow and pulled lips hinted that he was having trouble deciding on which to choose.]

[shieldedvirtue]

[devoted_sinner]

He silently moved over to allow the girl to pass and quietly observed her select something. A female human. The women seemed to always be more keen to this sort of thing. He never had to worry about the domestic tasks around the house. He was a soldier. Viede contemplated whether he should ask her for advice. What harm could it do? He didn't want to bother Shader while she was working on her project for something as petty as this.

"Which is good for this type of weather?" the large man asked from behind her.

[shieldedvirtue]

[devoted_sinner]

The man didn't bat an eye to her flinching and simply listened to what she had to offer. He quietly took note of every detail she spoke. One thick quality blanket and few layers below. His eyes followed her finger from one kind to another though most appeared the same to him and then raised a brow to the last she grabbed.

He reached out to give the material a squeeze to feel its thickness. "I see." he finally spoke again. "Do you reside somewhere cold in your world?"

[shieldedvirtue]

[devoted_sinner]

The nights often were cold out in the west but nothing to this extent. This type of weather would be on the front cover if it were to happen in Nevada he knew of. Her sudden mention of her name drew his attention to her again and he too answered in his deadpan voice.

"Viede. Fairly recent as well." He eyed the rather bland looking blankets, colored in gray and white... perhaps brown though the ones she pointed out seemed far thicker than those he aimed at. Decisions decisions. He wasn't the picky type however...

He occupied his mind by asking another question while he deeply pondered. "Are you a meister or a weapon?"

[shieldedvirtue]

[devoted_sinner]

A shield. First a device and now a shield. The definition of a weapon were far different from those he was used to knowing them as--something to strike down his enemy. Viede picked up on that tone of hers and the thought of the comforters left as he glanced towards her.

"You sound discontent to be such." Not that he could blame her. "I've been claimed to be a meister." An odd position considering he's always been his Lord's weapon.

[ooc; so sorry for the delay!]

[shieldedvirtue]

[devoted_sinner]

Viede nodded in agreement to that. "I would agree as well. The concept of a Weapon here is rather off than what I am used to knowing them as." A tool for conquering ones enemy. He raised a brow to her deduction and flattened his lips more.

"To a certain extent." he admitted though the sinner wasn't going to elaborate much on this matter, especially if the Boss has something up his sleeves that wishes things to remain private. "Though I suppose it is good that I could wield any weapon as a Meister."