I ain't runnin' anymore...

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Can I kiss you? (ask-mr-defect-mogeko) (let the torture commence)

Send “Can I kiss you?” to see how my muse responds.

"… Yes."

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Bashful emerald eyes watched as he struggled to voice the words, heat slowly fading away. Seeing him so fidgety and nervous reminded her that he too was just as inexperienced in this… element, if that’s what she could call it.

Trying on a small smile, she pondered on it for awhile; certainly she wasn’t ready for such an intimate act as kissing— at least, not yet. However, she is past the boundary of hugging, so an act between hugging and kissing…?

With a soft sigh, she took her index and middle finger to her lips before gently placing them on the right of his face, skin coming in contact with fur. It wasn’t that bad in all honesty, though she did become a bit red in the face once more. 

"I’m not one to be in such intimate acts, so I’m sorry I can’t do more than this…" It was almost as if a tinge of regret had squeezed and squirmed its way into her voice as she spoke, expression never faltering as she said her words. Ah, if only she was more bold…

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That was a bit endearing.  Watching her relax just a little bit was heartening, too.  For as savvy as he was in so many other matters, he felt like an ignorant child for things such as this.  That tiny little act of affection was enough to renew his blush, and before he realized what he was doing, he had taken her hand into his own and held her hand there.  It felt silly to think that he could probably stand here, doing this for hours.  Her fingers were just a little cold, but her palm was soft and warm.  He did not mind the juxtaposition, to be honest.  It was soothing, especially considering the jagged scar that rested on that side of his face.

He wondered if she had done that on purpose, or if it was coincidence.  Girls liked scars, right?  Then again, Eloise was far from being a conventional woman.  Other than the baseline 'they are all people' thing, he did not know much of what they found attractive.  These were all rather silly thoughts to be having, but he simply wanted to be the best he could for her, considering all that they had endured together.

Her smile was beautiful, though.  No matter what he was or who he was, she smiled at him, for him.  That was all the reassurance he needed.

"Don't be apologizin' for somethin' like that, Missy." he said as his gaze met her own again, his paw still on her hand, "It ain't all about stuff like that, far as I know.  ...Granted, I don't know much." he managed a genuine, but nervous chuckle.

[deepseacrew-blog]

That settles it. Asking what could possibly be so bad about a castle in hat seemed to be in the middle of nowhere was a terrible idea. ‘Yellow idiots’ didn’t sound like the worst thing, sure. But Mr.Defect seemed to be making them out as dangerous. And danger wasn’t really something that the dolphin-girl was a big fan of. Or liked even in the slightest.

  Did she really want to know what he was talking about? With the question she asked beforehand being fairly odd and a bit disturbing was it the best decision to pry into the subject any more than she already did? Probably not. But she as a bit curious honestly.

"Yellow idiots?" Dolphi asked, a somehat confused tone in her voice. "I…I just want to leave now."

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The Defect nodded, crossing his arms.

"Yeah, not too dangerous alone, but they always come in big packs.  ...But it'll be alright, okay, Little Miss?  We'll get ya outta this place." he said with a nod.

Considering that the Mogeko did not seem to know Dolphi was here, perhaps leaving through the from door would be possible?  Where did she even live, for that matter?  Obviously the sea, but he did not know dolphins could leave the sea in the first place.  Then again, could he really feel like that was so strange, considering?

"...Well, where do ya live, Little Miss?  Depending on that, we might not even hafta deal with anythin' scary." 

[yonaxa-blog]

(Ask-Mr-Defect-Mogeko) "...M-missy?! N-no, no, y'can't be dead..." he could barely suppress his panic as he ran to Yonaka's side, immediately checking for a heartbeat, breath, anything, "When I find out who did this t'ya..."

My character went missing a week ago and yours is worried and searches for them. The only sign that they are alive is one message a day saying “Help me”, which is coming in later everyday. Messages stopped coming two days before your character finds mine. Send me your characters reaction to finding mine, half-dead in the woods with their now empty phone in their hand!!

"D..Defect Mogeko…?" She spoke with a raspy voice… "I..It hurts… B..But i’m okay.. P..please help me…" She felt like passing out because of blood loss… She started to black out as he tried to help her.

[ask-mr-defect-mogeko-blog]

The Defect did not need to ask any questions or force her to explain herself.  The Missy was in bad shape, really bad shape, and he was not there to protect her.  He could also spend time blaming himself later.  All that mattered was getting her somewhere safe and patching her up.  If he lost her...

"Hey now, don't waste yer energy, Missy.  I gotcha.  I'm gonna get ya patched up and it'll all be fine." he tried to sound confident, for her sake.

"...Sorry 'bout this, Missy." he said as he unbuttoned her jacket, gently.  He would have ripped his own cloths apart, if he wore any, and he did not exactly carry his own bandages around just in case.  But he knew how to treat bad wounds with make-shift first aid equipment.  It was obviously how he was still walking with so many scars.

He tore the jacket into strips, pressing it into her wounds and tying it tightly to cut the circulation and slow the bleeding.  In a minute or so, he had her as fixed up as he could make her.  He looked to her again.

"Anythin' broken?  ...Gonna have t'carry ya and I don't want to make anythin' worse." he inquired, trying to mask his concern as he brushed the blood-matted hair from her eyes and felt her forehead.  She was starting to get cold, little wonder from the blood-loss.  Anger welled up inside of him.  He wanted to make whoever did this to suffer...but he had to be better than that.

All that mattered right now was Yonaka.

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Why exactly would it be lucky to not have been noticed? And what made the place so bad? Aside from it being a big and unfamiliar place to her, it didn’t seem to be a bad place in general. Though, she hadn’t been their too long. Who knows what else the place had to hide.

"I don’t think I’m sneaky.." Dolphi replied, and took a quick glance around the room. Who else would be there to notice her anyways? "Why isn’t this a good place? Besides it not being my home.." She questioned. Asking what made the place bad may not have been the wisest decision. Considering her meek and easily frightened demeanor.

[ask-mr-defect-mogeko-blog]

The green Mogeko scratched at his torn ear reflexively.

"...Well, little miss...let's just say that most Mogeko ain't gonna be willin' t'talk to ya.  This place is filled with the yellow idiots, and..." he struggled on how to word this, "...They don't want to do nice things t'ya.  And if one spots ya, there's gonna be a lot more than one on the call."

He did his best.  How exactly did one word that a bunch of high-libido, murderous creatures would take advantage of her as soon as possible? That the only thing that would slow them down was the fact that they would argue over first rights?  If Dolphi would even understand such things, aside from the possibility of being badly hurt.  He would certainly be the last one to explain to her how that all worked.

"...I'll get ya home, little miss.  Don't you worry about it." he said with conviction.  Just in case what he had unveiled shook her up again.

[deepseacrew-blog]

Defect? Well, it looked like Dolphi was correct bout one thing. He was broken, though in a different sense. She did feel a little bad, being called a defect would probably hurt! Even though the doll…or Mogeko didn’t seem to mind what he was called. Either way, seeing the talking thing was still a bit scary and disturbing as well.

"Um…Dolphi." The girl replied hesitantly. Was it really okay to trust Mr.Defect? Dolphi wasn’t positive about that, she wasn’t even exactly sure of where she was at the moment. It couldn’t be too bad of a mistake trusting him anyways, right?

"Mr. Defect? W-where am I?"

[ask-mr-defect-mogeko-blog]

The Defect was glad that worked, at least.  He nodded at the girl, still keeping a respectful distance from her.  She still seemed wary.  Not that he could really blame her, it seemed like a very reasonable thing for anyone to do, considering the situation.

"You're in Mogeko Castle.  ...And it ain't exactly a great place for someone like yourself.  ...Thankfully, we can probably get you back out pretty easy, since no one seems t'have noticed ya.  ...Must be pretty sneaky." or lucky, he thought, but he dare not speak such a thing aloud to a scared girl.

After all, she was frightened enough as it was.  And there was no reason to be so blunt.  Regardless, he was glad that he was he first one who found her.  She may have been even worse off and even more difficult to assuage hear fear otherwise.

[ask-mr-defect-mogeko-blog]

So how do you mogekos have sex anyways

The green Mogeko furrows his brow.

"How do you do the dirty?  What kinda question is that?  It ain't somethin' ya need t'know!  And why ask me?" he belts out in rapid-fire annoyance.

"Some people." he grumbles.

[deepseacrew-blog]

Dolphi was certain that dolls weren’t supposed to do that. Whether above or under the water. Not only was it a strange occurence, but it was extremely frightening to her as well. She remained silent for a few moments, unable to speak from both the shock and fear she was currently experiencing.

"You’re not supposed to talk..!" Dolphi exclaimed, with tears forming around her eyes. She wasn’t realy the bravest, but something like this could scare anyone. "Scary doll…"

[ask-mr-defect-mogeko-blog]

Well, that plan certainly backfired.  Now the poor girl was terrified.  A doll, though?  That had to be the first time he was mistaken for one of those.  Usually it was "cat", but that was hardly a concern at present.

"Hey now, little miss.  I ain't a doll.  I'm a Mogeko.  A defect, but a Mogeko still.  I'm sorry that I scared ya, alright?  I ain't gonna hurt ya, I promise." he held his hands up in a non-offensive manner, keeping his distance from the little girl, "You gotta name?  Most just call me Mr. Defect.  I don't mind it, so don't you worry about offendin' me."

He hoped that would would calm her down, at least a little bit.

[dreamingartixt-blog]

(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘) (from ask-king-mogeko. Either that loser or Mr. Defect Mogeko, YOUR CHOIIIICE.)

(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘) :For a kiss from my muse.

"… Giant.. cat…?" 

Well. You don’t see one of those everyday. Why was there only one eye in its head..? Anyways, she kisses the tip of her finger and places it onto the… whatever-it-was’ forehead.

"That counts, right?"

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The music, in the girl’s own ears, was eerie in a way. Most of the time anything completely child-like could easily be twisted and mutated into something exceptionally… disturbing, should that be the right word used to describe it. With every step it grew louder, softly, slowly increasing in volume as if sensing their presence.

It was when they had reached the rather ordinary looking door that she grew wearier of the sounds, face contorting to that of both uncertainty and caution. The tension within the air felt abnormally strong, almost as if some sort of snake had coiled up around the two of them and squeezed whatever was left of the atmosphere out of them. Even if he didn’t push her out of the way as he opened the unnaturally regular door, she would have done so anyway.

Never would she want to hear such music in such conditions. And if the music happened to foreshadow some sort of unthinkable mass of horror…

She made no attempt to peek.

Instead, she glanced to her companion, taking in his words as he spoke. Of course, it took her some time to contemplate them, resulting in a short period of silence. By the end she nodded, curious as to how he’ll distract it. 

"What do you plan to do?"

[ask-mr-defect-mogeko-blog]

He let out a a short breath, half of relief that she did not look, the other half trying to ready himself for the fairly suicidal plan he had.  However, it would not fail.  He would not die.  Not this time, and never again.  He had been given a second chance, and he was not going to squander it.  The Defect nodded at Eloise, producing a blade seemingly from thin air.  Although it looked entirely mundane, there was no question of its sharpness.  The air seemed to hum as he swung it idly. 

He lingered upon those uncertain emerald orbs for a moment.

"Gonna give it a reason t'follow me where I can deal with it better.  And while it's goin' for me, y'need t'get somewhere safe.  If you stick around an' wait here..." a flurry of vile images flooded his mind, "...y'just don't."

He let himself a pause to say the more difficult part.

"And I can't have ya arguin' with me about this.  ...Don't worry, I've done this before.  I'll be back before ya know it!" he actually managed to crack a smile, more to reassure her than anything.

He slipped past the door-frame, leaping across the gore-slicked hallway to deliver an overhead stab upon one of the creature's eyes.  I howled in anguish and rage, which deepened when another flick of his wrist severed one of the Mogeko-like tumors, causing it to make a sickening, wet sound as it hit the hard floor.  The beast lashed out, snapping with its jaws, but the Defect easily slipped out of its reach.  He ran along its side, parting flesh as the aberration smashed through a stone wall as though it were wet paper.  It undulated after the Defect, bellowing from all of its maws, its eyes all focused on this bringer of its misery.

Down the hallway, the Defect and the Monster both disappeared.

[dreamingartixt-blog]

Can I kiss you? (ask-mr-defect-mogeko) (let the torture commence)

Send “Can I kiss you?” to see how my muse responds.

"… Yes."

[dreamingartixt-blog]

Now, in all honesty, Eloise hadn’t  meant to say such an answer; if anything, it was practically the exact opposite of what she thought she would say! In fact, anything that had to do with anything the least bit touchy or intimate was rejected by her instantly, even if it was a mere hug of the sorts. Sometimes it ended with her politely declining the request, which is what she hoped to achieve, but sometimes…

Well, it’s best to leave that to imagination.

By now the poor girl had become completely red as a rose, the color filling her face all the way up to the very tips of her ears. At least she wasn’t alone in the embarrassment.

"…I.. I can always lift you," she started, “-If it’s alright for you, that is. I don’t completely mind, but… what kind of kiss do you mean..?”

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...There was more than one kind of kiss.  Of course there was!  What exactly was he thinking?  He felt even more awkward than ever before, his foot seeming to want to burrow below the ground as it fidgeted against his will.

"I-i mean, y'know.  ...I don't mind." now came the extremely difficult part, "I..."

Nope, those words were not going to make their way out.  It was as though invisible hands hand a vice on his throat every time he tried to elucidate upon the matter.  He felt silly enough as it was, and now he was blushing like a school-girl, and could not even speak coherently.

"...I-i mean, whatever ya want, Missy.  I ain't gonna pressure ya."

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"Scary house…" Dolphi muttered to herself, wandering into a strange house wasn’t exactly the best decision she could have made. Though, she didn’t have complete knowledge of the land so she wasn’t quite sure where to go when separated from her friends. 

"Broken doll..?" She questioned, spotting something small and green colored. Maybe some type of toy, perhaps? It had a torn ear and it looked a bit torn up as well, so Dolphi assumed it was a discarded toy of some sort.

[ask-mr-defect-mogeko-blog]

The "doll" stirred to life once it heard the young girl's voice.  He looked at the strange dolphin-girl, and a sense of pity overwhelmed him once he saw how lost and confused she seemed.  Especially considering where she was...this was no place for a lost little girl.

"Hey there, little miss." he called out to her, "You doin' alright?" he began to approach her, "You don't hafta worry about me hurtin' ya, okay?  I know this ain't exactly an invitin' place..."

He hoped that he did not scare her off.  She definitely was not human, but that did not necessarily mean she was any safer than one would be here.

[yonaxa-blog]

■ (ask-mr-defect-mogeko)

Send me a ■ and the muse will say aloud the first thing they think internally about your character.

"very cute."

[yonaxa-blog]

"Oh um…" She now realized she had caused a huge mess now, "T…Thank you…" She didn’t know what to say.

[ask-mr-defect-mogeko-blog]

The Defect cleared his throat, regaining a semblance of composure.  It was plain to see that his reaction had rattled her a bit.

"...Don't worry about it, Missy.  I just ain't used t'bein' complimented is all.  Sorry if I made things strange.  You know me.  I ain't much with words an' such." he let himself shrug, "I 'ppreciate that ya think well of me."

He felt more than a bit foolish for letting his emotions get the better of him.  He gave himself a nice, mental slap across the face.  The poor girl dealt with enough, without him being a blubbering mess on top of it.

[yonaxa-blog]

■ (ask-mr-defect-mogeko)

Send me a ■ and the muse will say aloud the first thing they think internally about your character.

"very cute."

[yonaxa-blog]

"W..Well i am telling the truth, i find you adorable!"

[ask-mr-defect-mogeko-blog]

It was not getting any easier to maintain eye contact with her.  And this was the Missy he was talking about! It was shameful that he thought it was anything else.

"T-that depends on your definition, I 'spose." he sputtered out, "Guess I'm thankful, you're an endearin' one yourself, Missy.  An' y'got a nice head on your shoulders, so that helps things.  ...A-and I mean that inna normal sense!" he quickly added on.

He was quite a mess now.

[yonaxa-blog]

■ (ask-mr-defect-mogeko)

Send me a ■ and the muse will say aloud the first thing they think internally about your character.

"very cute."

[yonaxa-blog]

"W..Well um… I think you are very cute…"

[ask-mr-defect-mogeko-blog]

The blood was starting to rush to his face.  His heart was beginning to pound against his chest.  It felt like a serpent was constricting about his lungs.  He did not mishear, it seemed.

"...W-what d'ya mean?  Y'just mean in a friendly sense, I'm guessin'." his hand went to the ruined nub of an ear and scratched nervously, "Y'know, because me bein' a Mogeko an' all probably..."

He shook his head, the pink on his cheeks was somehow visible now beneath that green fur.

"I got no idea what I'm sayin', Missy.  I'm probably soundin' like a fool right now, heh.  Just never thought I'd hear you say anythin' like that about me, is all." he managed to say coherently, although his mind was anything but.

[yonaxa-blog]

■ (ask-mr-defect-mogeko)

Send me a ■ and the muse will say aloud the first thing they think internally about your character.

"very cute."

[ask-mr-defect-mogeko-blog]

Did he just hear what he thought he heard?

"Didja say somethin', Missy?" he asked calmly, that was not a word he often heard her say.  Perhaps she was thinking about someone or something else.  He certainly was not endearing in the least.  It had to be his old ears working up.

[dreamingartixt-blog]

Can I kiss you? (ask-mr-defect-mogeko) (let the torture commence)

Send “Can I kiss you?” to see how my muse responds.

"… Yes."

[ask-mr-defect-mogeko-blog]

...That was a little bit of an unexpected answer.  Certainly not an unwelcome one, considering.  Although the more he thought about it, the more ridiculous the request seemed.  It did not take a particularly observant person to see the amount of physical differences between them that made this all seem like such a silly situation.  He felt rather foolish now, in spite of the juxtaposition of his heart pounding in his chest with the blood rushing to his face.

"...I-i mean, y'know...it was, er, sorta a silly thing for me t'ask.  I-i mean, you'd be best savin' yourself for a strappin' young lad instead of a beat up Mogeko like myself." as was typical in these situations, the ground became very interesting, and drew the green Mogeko's eyes, "And 'sides..."

He reached up with his little arms, which just barely made it to the upper half of her mid-torso.

"It would be embarrasin' for ya t'kneel down like you're kissin' a kid or somethin'..." he looked up into those beautiful emerald eyes as he spoke, almost feeling ashamed.  He was not certain what they saw in him...

[dreamingartixt-blog]

(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘) (from ask-king-mogeko. Either that loser or Mr. Defect Mogeko, YOUR CHOIIIICE.)

(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘) :For a kiss from my muse.

"… Giant.. cat…?" 

Well. You don’t see one of those everyday. Why was there only one eye in its head..? Anyways, she kisses the tip of her finger and places it onto the… whatever-it-was’ forehead.

"That counts, right?"

[dreamingartixt-blog]

It seemed as if the tension had lifted, at least by a bit, thanks to the small conversation. In all honesty, she hadn’t expected to be talking to someone without fainting; it has been a long time ever since she’s spoken to someone, after all. 

"I.. I guess I could sing you something once we’re out of trouble…" A faint tint of pink dusted her cheeks, unused to others requesting her to sing.

As soon as she heard the music she was once again alert, her hold on the knife tightening. The unknown certainly awaited the both of them, leaving them in the dark and possibly vulnerable to anything that may come for them. If anything, she’ll resort to using her weapon- but only, and only if it was necessary.Killing does take some time and effort, after all.

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He noticed her starting to blush, and became a bit embarrassed himself.  Was that a rude thing to ask?  Or perhaps the girl was simply shy.  She was certainly very quiet, but he did not mind.  He preferred the quiet-types anyway, introspectiveness was a rarity in this day and age.  He just hoped he was not making this entire situation even more difficult by trying to lighten the mood.

Regardless, the strange, child-like lullaby floated down the hallways as they reached the final steps.  A door stood before the two, innocuous and normal in every way.  Yet the Defect hesitated as he approached its threshold.  Reflexively, he pressed alongside the door, gently, but firmly moving Eloise into the same position as he gently opened the door, the music becoming more clear.

He could not say he was surprised by the scene, but he did his best to keep Eloise from poking her head out as well.

"Missy...don't look, alright?  Don't think you'll be okay with anythin' goin' on out there." he said in a low voice, doing his best not to alert the monstrosity he saw.

A horrid, yellow mass of crimson eyes and gore-imbued, razor-like teeth with half-formed Mogeko hanging limply off of it like tumors took up the entire hallway.  Human bodies were present this time, in familiar uniforms, albeit missing important features, such as upper torsos, arms, heads, portions of their faces.  Eloise doubtlessly may have recognized a familiar face or two if she ignored the Defect's attempts to keep her out of the door-frame.  Its bulbous eyes rolled hideously in their sockets, some looking about erratically while others calculatingly scanned the hall.

"Ugly bastard out there, not enough room t'sneak by.  And a bit too close for some heavy weaponry." he hesitated, looking up to her, "You're gonna have t'trust me.  I'm gonna get it to move."

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[thegreyardgang-archived]

☾ ✾ ☽ — Of course she could handle herself; she made it this far. And she was about to demonstrate again how independent and ruthless she could actually be beneath her unimpeachable mask.

❝ I believe you are mistaken, Neko-kun~ My fun always starts when bakas think they can kill me~ ❞ Her wispy laugh dripped with venom. ❝ Ufufufu~ It is a joke that I forever favor and delight in. ❞

To her faint surprise, the Japanese girl’s new companion had charged into battle straightaway, effortlessly slaying an extreme amount of enemies in milliseconds. The extraordinary display of power roused more smugness into her smile. How fortunate for her; to think that she had allied with such an impressive being. Although that did also reawaken the question of how he got imprisoned in the first place.

She would have to address the matter to Mr. Defect at a more appropriate time. In a streak of dazzling white light, Emi summoned her trusty sky-hued parasol and expertly twirled it. One heartbeat later, the Steam Hopper raced forth as well, attacking the wave of Mogeko who foolishly blocked her. Everything unfolded in a flurry of action: hard bashes to numerous heads, high kicks and back flips that ended in huge stomps to the faces, graceful leg sweeps and well-timed duck-downs. From the tips of her umbrella type weapon, countless needles were mercilessly aimed and fired upon the feline foes. Their cries of anguish immensely spurred her on, the doll queen licking her lips as an indicator of her sadistic pleasure.

❝ My, my, how disappointing~ I suppose this is all you good-for-nothing morons can do~ ❞

Her taunts must have successfully struck their nerve because at some point, the yellow creatures managed to disarm her and overwhelm her, pinning her down in a spread-eagle position. Remarkably however, before they even had the chance to violate her, she smirked and relaxed her body. Every limb of hers then began to vaporize at an incredibly fast rate until her whole form disappeared into nothing but a mist in their grubby tiny paws. Poisonous giggling echoed all around them, causing them to quake with fear.

❝ You vile cretins~ Let this be a reminder of how superior I am to every girl you ever preyed on~ ❞

Emi materialized in the air, high above the leftover crowd of worthless adversaries. Concentrating her powers, she commanded a gigantic parasol to appear at her side, which accurately shaded all of the Mogeko below (excluding Mr. Defect), sealing them in a ring of blue light and destroying any hope for escape. The umbrella started to rapidly spin. The girl then raised her hand up and slammed it down, signaling the chaotic attack for ten million needles to hail upon them.

Not a single evil Mogeko remained alive afterwards. Her parasol instantly dissolved and Emi descended, calmly returning to her neko escort on the ground.

❝ ..So to the next floor, ne? ❞ she chirped and strolled forward as if nothing had ever happened.

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The Defect began to fight alongside his strange companion, but as he guessed, Emi was quite capable of handling herself.  He found her fighting style to be strange, but he could not argue its effectiveness.  It was not unlike a dance, precise, measured, and practiced.  The Mogeko's advantage was always in numbers, aside from the mad Mogeko and special ones like himself.  It was no doubt a shock to them that this young girl was holding back the horde effortlessly.

His heart sank for a moment, however, when she disappeared under a tide of vile yellow bodies looking to violate or tear her apart with equal fervor.  He began to move to aid her, blade at the ready, but that was when she dissolved into nothingness, an ethereal presence that let forth mocking laughter as the Mogeko tried to fully grasp the severity of their situation.  Her next display of power was as bloody as it was impressive.  She was clearly some sort of magician or witch.  Whatever she was, she certainly was not human.  At least, not like any human he had ever met.  They were typically far weaker, and none could contend with a Mogeko horde.

He flicked the blood off of his blade before sheathing it back from whatever place he pulled it from, appraising her with his squinty eyes.  He could not help but let out a half bemused, half shocked little laugh.

"Heh." he picked up the stride alongside of her, "Guess 'handle yourself' was an understatement.  ...Still a few people t'worry about, but guess the rank and file ain't gonna be a problem."

He kept quiet for a few moments as they left the carnage behind, more grey walls and iron doors lined upon either side of them.  He was certain there were more defects there, but freeing them would put them in far more danger than simply sitting in their cells would.  He also was not quite certain how much his new companion would appreciate it.

"Th' Blood Spirit's in charge of th' next floor.  Shouldn't be anythin' t'deal with but a windin' path and a lot of blood.  He's not like th'others, though you bein' a girl's gonna make him shy.  ...Try not t'scare him, missy." he added disdainfully.  She was quite respectful, but he did not put it past her to tease poor Blood Spirit.  His trust in her was incomplete, and seeing how much damage she could cause when she desired was enough reason for him to keep an eye on her.  It was quite obvious there was more to her than she was letting on, but at the very least with what information she did give out, she was quite forward with.

He found himself thinking of what sound she could possibly want from Mogeko Castle, but considering some of the sounds that occurred here, he was not certain if he wanted to know.  Perhaps he could convince her to tell the answer later...or he would find out for himself.