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apartment: Q-5 - affiliated with CAHC

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[ madness ] event open.

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He stepped away from the wall, taking the cigarette from his mouth while a grin slowly stretched across his face.  The boy should have known better than to approach Stein, at least when he was in such a harshly psychotic state. 

He also seemed entirely dissectable, how lovely.  The doctor’s hand slipped into his lab coat pocket and he carefully assured himself of the fact that his scalpel was still there, as were his many powers…

”M -Mister, Are you alright!?”

Stein nodded, grin calming a little.

“I’m perfectly fine…” he muttered, “..but no one seems to believe me when I tell them that.”

Everyone was always so wary around him, at least as of late!  He only wanted to pull things apart, open the many gifts there were there for him.  What was so wrong with that?  Clearly the majority of the population had different moral values than him, different ideals.  It was so very disappointing.

Stein stepped towards the stranger, glasses gleaming to the point where they hid his grey - green eyes from view.  “All I want to do is dissect…” he sighed, gaze rising from the ground slowly to meet the young man’s eyes.  He placed the cigarette back to his lips, smoke lazily drifting away.

“So, what are you; a weapon or a meister?”  He was still convinced he was in Death City.  Better learn what he was dealing with before he actually cut the boy up, right?

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"...but no one seems to believe me when I tell them that." His clenched fists were now growing sweaty. So, evidently, he hadn't been the first one that had crossed this man's path this evening, -- the boy's gaze warily turned up towards the man to scan over for any signs of evidence that any others might have met, hoping not to catch his attention too much from this potentially offensive gesture.

He meant no harm, he just didn't want to die just yet. Even if he was beyond average, even if he had nothing in particular to live for -- this was just such an unfortunate way to go...

"Ah -ah, really...? -" Mikad pipes up with a regulated amount of enthusiasm. "Maybe, they were just ...concerned." Any bypasser should be, worried if they overheard an outburst of maniacal laughter, that is. "I'm sorry to have bothered you then! Y -you were probably just enjoying yourself." He trailed off unconvincingly, unable to convince himself that it was such a boring matter but anything to smooth out a conflict, right? This man was convinced that he was ...sound of mind, so who was he to disagree? He was a complete stranger, he didn't know this man at all!

“All I want to do is dissect…” The captivated look on his face was wiped clean off his face as he heard a sigh escape the man,and he turned to cock his head towards him. Hoping, earnestly that he had heard the man wrong. Yet ...running through his head the possible other words that he could have heard, and eliminating them, the chances of that were growing  slimmer by the minute.

He swallowed hard, struggling to maintain his feigned, unphased normalcy but the rising unease in him was truly hard to ignore. "A ...what? I ...don't follow." He bites down on  his lip a bit, "I'm not either of those things." 

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 [ooc: fftt;; let me love you ❤]

Aoba gave a soft chuckle at the sight of Mikado’s dire mug.  ”Ahaha! What’s with that look? We’re partners aren’t we~?”

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  ( ooc: i -is this who i think it is dhfjgkdjgj explodes of happiness;;- )

 Mikado heaved a noticeable scoff, light laughter bubbling from the back of his throat, though it tapered off weakly, like he wasn't even trying to make it convincing. "It has been a while, hasn't it?"

 "Besides, I ...don't know what I can believe any more..." He mumbles, barely audibly. The whole population of this city had been acting stranger by the day, so he had to be careful. 'You may not even be real', was what he was trying to say, but to draw such abrupt assumptions when things could come and go so fleetingly in this rotten city  and it's inhabitants, he was just one of the many. That and, to gift a dead giveaway to someone that could easily have ulterior motives was far from anything Mikado wanted to risk. 

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boorupen started following you

 ”Well, well~ Hello there, Mikado-Senpai.”

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 ( ooc: ahkjfgjfg hello ;;- )  "...Kohai? What brings you here?" 

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[ madness ] event open.

Franken Stein opened his eyes to streets overlapped in mist.  Strange… he’d definitely seen the video in which the scientist had explained to him just why exactly he’d been taken away from home, and where he currently was, but it was easy to see that he was still in Death City.  Perhaps it had all simply been a trick pulled on him by someone who didn’t know better, and yet… it seemed strange that someone would actually have had the gall to do something so rash.

The Doctor sighed and walked down the street, heading back to what he assumed was the academy.  But what struck him as odd was that the mist never really disappeared.  Rather, it stayed strong, hardly allowing him to see what was ahead of him.  He could have sworn that from time to time he saw a cleaner, larger city appear through the mist, but only from the corners of his eyes…

Had he fallen prey, once again, to his own insanity?  Had it snuck up on him, though he had hoped it would have remained dormant?  Stein recently had clearly felt his psychological defenses gradually weakening against the madness, nearly caving in.

He stopped, feeling a shudder run down his spine.  His sane thoughts were fading, as though he were falling to sleep, and yet… it was so easy to feel the thrill of insanity coursing through his veins. 

So easy to lose control.

A faint chuckle escaped his lips as the doctor staggered to the wall of a nearby building, leaning against it for support.  As he stood, half - slumped on the structure, he slipped off his glasses, wiping them against his stitched - together lab coat. 

Flicking a match’s fire to life, he lit a cigar, the light illuminating his face with a rosy red glow.  He’d tried to stop smoking so as to calm his dormant madness, which he’d sadly been succumbing to as of late, but he’d given up just this one time.  It was too bad, but it wasn’t as though anyone was about to stop him from doing what he liked. 

Then the hallucinations began.  The madness was definitely there.  It was as though a murky liquid was slowly pouring over him, drowning him.  His glasses were gone; he’d crushed them under one hand without even realizing it, and shards of glass painfully poked at his skin, but he hardly noticed the sensation.  Head leaned against the wall, his lips twitched into a wide grin, smoke lazily floating from his mouth.  He slowly reached a hand up to run his fingers through his ruffled grey hair, greenish - grey eyes wide open as he laughed, the noise echoing down the empty street.

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Hot sweat dripped down the back of Mikado's neck, soaking his collar as he stopped abruptly in his tracks, not turning immediately towards the sound but what he couldn't deny was that he had just heard the sound of a resounding laughter.  He shouldn't run, either, but his heartbeat was pounding in his ears and he cringed away from the vague noises of assault and although everything he stood for protested against this, Mikado wanted to run --away from the sound, away from a situation potent with danger that didn't involve him and shouldn't. He didn't need to get wound up in anything that didn't concern --but something inside didn't let him, as he found himself already rushing towards the scene and cautiously staggered to a halt behind the silhouette of a man that was seemingly alone.  Maybe he should leave.    Maybe he should turn back, before things got messy. This man didn't seem in his sound mind at all, and who knew what he was capable of? Fists clenched and lowered to his sides, Mikado took an intake of short breath before he bellowed, "M -Mister, Are you alright!?"

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★ Festival days

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Oh.

Rejection?

The younger male didn’t want her gift — his body’s actions were more than enough evidence to back that up that thought. Erika didn’t want to stop… but she needed to. If she didn’t, she would regret it. If she didn’t, she would hurt him. If she didn’t… Mikado might grow to hate her. And so she granted his wish, prying her lips away from his and burrowing her face into crook of his neck. Her face was warm: from the spiked punch and the seething amount of embarrassment that boiled within her insides.

“Mikado, I’m so so so sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooorrrry.” She slurred out the word, her voice muffled by his skin. Ugh. Please don’t let her remember this in the morning. She would endure the cruelest of hangovers that god of karma could bestow upon her if it meant forgetting this very moment. Although, if the kind god would grant her a hole to crawl into she would kindly accept it.

“Forgive me, Mikado… and… and…. and give me more punch…”

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He could still taste the faint tinge of punch lingering from her lips. The frantic grip he had worked on her shoulders had given way minutes ago, and for a moment he wondered why he had ever resisted. A sinking, icy feeling settled down into his gut and he felt all sorts of awful. His vision was now bleary, and he could feel his head spinning. Why had he been so stupid? He should have been more cautious, of course consequences like this might rise if he didn't keep close watch on her. The long drone that escaped Erika was reverberating against his skin. From what he could make out, it sounded like an apology. Mikado's cheeks were heating up to the tips of his ears. He held his breath, holding still for the girl that had her face nestled into the crook of his neck. He could barely register she was saying - It was sort of difficult to, when he could still remember how nicely his lips felt melded against hers.  The thought of it alone embarrassed him, and caused him to tuck his lips in bashfully. Mikado  closed his eyes, heaving softly into her shoulder. but the hands that were once holding her by her shoulders had made their way around her back, wrapping securely around her warm frame. Not saying anything while he squeezed her in his arms, he trapped her against his chest. His heart was beating so loudly... maybe he ought to put a distance between them --what if she could hear it? But... Mikado didn't feel like letting go, he didn't want her company to leave him just yet. What was the worst that could come of it, anyway? She might poke fun at him ...tease him, maybe -- but they all sounded like awfully small prices to pay right now.  "You --didn't do anything wrong, okay? No one here is acting like themselves, anyway ...Don't apologize." Mikado clenches his eyes closed even tighter, struggling to get each word out without sounding too shaky, but somehow he managed. Reluictantly, those arms unwound from her and he reaches up to palm the top of her head, eyebrows knitted. 

 "Let me go get us some more punch." He sheds a soft grin, gently tousling her hair. His whole face he flushed, and he chuckled under his breath.  "Don't go anywhere, okay?"

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My dear little bird..~

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[ Her grinning was uncontrollable. Shaking in his boots right before her was a night young man with dark black hair and such a nice face. What’s more, is that all that fear had suddenly washed away the moment he’d seen it wasn’t a threatening figure approaching but instead that of a ‘small girl’s. What an idiot, she thought. Was she really that little frightening, despite being a stranger wrapped in a bed-sheet..? Well, that made it even funnier to her. ] ”Heheheeheh~” [ Her giggle came out even more childish that before as that question hit her. ] “Sitting! What does it look it!?” [ She answered and then cackled a little loudly, almost toppling over off the fragile fence she had placed herself upon before gripping onto the railing tight again and quieting herself. Though, not for long. Lips chapped from licking and biting them so often parted yet again quite quickly. ]

“What..? Did do you mean to ask why I’m here?”

[ She calmed a bit, barely forcing herself to stop laughing for a moment to form a more coherent sentence, but the amusement still seeped in so thick it was sickening with or without laughter. This was so great. This could easily be so much fun..~ She’d had her fun before, slitting the throat of some naggy woman, pissing off a Duke of the Vessalius household but none of it was quite quenching her thirst for mayhem. No, she needed more than that.. and here some cute little boy was lost in the woods waiting for a big bad wolf to come eat him up. And she was awfully willing to show him her teeth. ]

“It’s a beautiful night outside..”

[ Her hands flew up above her head. Shaded eyes flying up to gaze toward the brightest source of light in the area. Her hands somewhat clenched into fists, as if grasping onto the moon as she stared up at it in complete demented amusement. Grin cracking wider onto her doll-like features. ]

“So I say why not enjoy it..!?”

“Don’t you agree, Mis~ter?!”

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There was obviously something off about this girl, but it wasn't enough to turn him away from her. He had already humiliated himself by being sent into a panic over a seemingly harmless identity, and he had calmed down by now. Though it did strike him a little odd, that she would be out at this hour on her own accord in a nearly vacant. Since she was alone, she would be defenseless against anything that posed to her as a threat. Then again, the exact same applied to him but he was a responsible minor - that and he wasn't planning on staying out for too long, of course he was more well-off than this girl left unattended. Not to forget to mention that she was still swinging her lithe legs from the unstable fence she remained perched on.  "Sh -shouldn't you ought to get down though, miss? It's quite dangerous up there!" The eerie laughter that shook her small frame had sent an unwarranted shiver up his spine and he cautiously started taking steps towards her. "A -ah, yes, I guess the question could have been better phrased--" Mikado cut off as he saw her nearly topple over, catching herself in time to yank herself back onto the frame. "Miss, please...-" He urged in the form of a whine, shoulders heaving. That had been a close one, he just hoped that she would decide to come down on her own since Mikado really wasn't confident at all in his ability to climb up there without knocking her off.  He staggered back a few paces, shielding his eyes to better view the outline silhouette of her petite figure. "If you come down from there, we can take a walk -! Then I'll walk you home, if you'd like?" 

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Last Minute [closed- Ladd & Mikado]

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Ladd let out a small laugh, surprised by the young man’s response. ”That’s true. I’ve met my fair share of chumps who were all bark and no bite… They all met my bite, though, heh…” Although he seemed able to detect the other man’s facade, he was oddly comfortable and polite to Ladd despite the disconcerting expression on his face just a moment ago. He was unsuspecting, so sure that someone like Ladd was was deserving of his kindness. He would have made quite a suitable victim had he not been so helpful and genuine. It was a bit of a shame, but he was also appreciative of his aid.

“You’re not going to be late for your train, are you? You ought to go.” 

“Ah- right,” Ladd turned his head towards the train station as the young man pointed to it. Unfortunately, the train doors had closed before Ladd could even start walking. He heaved a sigh as he watched it take off. 

“Shit… I was gonna head home to sector 06,” he replied, pursing his lips in thought. At least it was only a sector away, he could always just walk. 

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Mikado eyed the gentleman with vague interest as he spoke, a faint display of delight flickering across his face. “ They all met my bite, though, heh…”  This snapped Mikado right out of his train of thought, glancing up at the taller man. The blankness that crossed his features was inexcusable, giving way to a bubbling laughter. "I'm sure of it!"  Due to the the circumstances that they'd met under, what he could deduce was either this man was either just extremely full of himself or an impending threat that could go off at any moment. He couldn't say for sure which, but judging just by the man's physique it automatically rendered him a little more docile than normal. 

That and he knew better, --than to tap into someone that obviously had a gaping leverage over him. Plus, this man hadn't wronged him, and it wasn't like him to go out of his way for someone that he didn't think deserved the help.  When a heavy sigh escaped the man, Mikado winced a little. He should have been more attentive, of course he was going to get on this train or the next if he was in such a hurry! Now he had just potentially made this man lose his train.  "Ahhh-- Hold on..." He sifted through the contents of his bag, flipping out a folded up schedule, which seemed to be used frequently from the faded print and the many creases on it. "-- Come this way, sir! There's another train that's heading to Sector 6 within the next half hour." Mikado was already a few steps ahead of him, when he turned midstep. -- Maybe it was faster to walk? He did his own share of walking but he never really kept track of the time, always managing to find a way to aimlessly wander off elsewhere than his original destination. Just how much of a hurry was this man in? Walking back towards the man, he glanced up at him. "Is there anything that you need help carrying? If you're in a rush, it might be better just to wait... -" 

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Last Minute [closed- Ladd & Mikado]

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As Ladd was trying to recover Lua’s gift from the ground, he heard a commotion not too far away- someone was yelling at another person impatiently. He couldn’t quite make out what they were saying but he didn’t stop to find out, he merely let out an irritated sigh. At this point he just wanted to get his things and get back home, all this noise was sickening. The bustling crowd was somewhat hushed as the confrontation went on, but the silence was filled suddenly with a loud smack.

With that, Ladd turned his head to locate the source of the sound. A fight? To his disappointment, the conflict was over nearly right after he turned to see it. He did, however, happen to see the guy who had knocked into him holding his cheek and practically bounding away in shame. A young man coming from that same direction knelt down beside Ladd, and began to help him gather his things.

“Are you alright, sir?”

He recognized the boy’s voice to be the one arguing with the brazen stranger. 

“…Yeah, thanks kid,” he replied as they had both returned the gifts safe and sound to Ladd’s bag. He rose from the ground and took one last look towards the retreating stranger before addressing the boy again. 

“You’re lucky that guy was just some punk though,” he remarked. Ladd observed that this boy wasn’t armed, yet couldn’t quite tell if had any kind of powers to defend himself, but he was quite sure that plenty of people in this city did. Had that rude stranger been one of them, the boy’s situation could have soured quickly.

“Ya never really know what kind’a folks you could run into ‘round here…” his eyes met the young man’s, a fiendish grin surfacing on his lips.

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Mikado was well aware of the risks he took when he took out his frustrations on the stranger but for a moment, he had seen red. It was rare that he would act on his impulses but for the split moment he could still register civil thought, he had taken the time to study the man's eyes during his agitated reply and one thing he collected from the concentrated glance was that this man was,  ---- Spineless. No, he wouldn't go out of his way to embarrass himself further with a retaliation, not in front of this crowd. One of his smaller talents was that he could gauge whether he should choose between fight or flight, and this man deserved the humiliation that was inflicted upon him. Though he didn't know anything about the man that had been ran into earlier, Mikado entertained this ritual every day. Pick favorites out of the strangers in the crowd, pick which ones your empathy would strike for, no matter how superficially set the bar was between you and that stranger-- Encounters like this, they kept him pleased.  "You're very right about that, sir -but he didn't look like he had that much fight in him in the first place." Mikado clasps his palms over his own kneecaps, beaming up at the gentleman. "Some people just know how to act big, but that goes for everywhere.  You're not going to be late for your train, are you? You ought to go." Mikado points to the train that people were piling onto, smiling. "Where are you going?" He stands, holding onto his own parcel. 

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@gunshot anon//

The shot resonated loudly, surprising Holmes.  He hardly had time to move away, and, even then, the bullet hit him, almost injuring his more vital organs.  A burning sensation shot through the wound, but the shock from the attack was almost enough to stifle the pain.  He quickly pulled out his weapon from within his coat pocket, shooting at the grey creature as it retreated, leaving laughter in it’s wake.  But then it came to his awareness that what he held was only a BB gun, a mere toy given to him by the scientists.

That’s right.  He was defenseless.

However, the detective found himself slipping down, first onto one knee as he dropped the foolish toy while clasping a hand over the wound, then onto both knees, where he soon fell down entirely.  His deep brown eyes squinted as he reached his other hand to the filthy cement ground, trying to prop himself up once more.  Holmes managed to do so, but the blood loss was too much, not to mention the pain, and he instead leaned against the wall of a building, his breathing labored. 

There was nothing he could do to assist himself, unless he’d be able to pull himself back up onto his feet — but that seemed unlikely, under the circumstances.  And, of course, Watson was not there. 

But no… he would not give up so easily.  Hand reaching up to the brick wall, Sherlock forced himself up, the pain burning more fiercely.  Straightened to full height, the man then leaned against the wall once more.  He need a doctor.  He needed assistance of any kind, someone even just to lean upon. 

As much as he hated doing so, he dragged his feet a few steps away from where he’d been attacked, but a dizzy sensation flooded his senses, leaving him tottering on his feet a little. 

“Help…”

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Dangers of this city were always a prevailing threat that Mikado had learned to grow wary of, but nothing drastic enough had happened to him to give him a true reason to be afraid. He still carried himself without a single care to what happened to him, knowing the risks that surrounded him daily. If anything were to happen, he would sadly go down rather defenseless -he would soon have to fix that poor habit.  The clear sound of a shot in the air and Mikado froze, quickly regaining his composure to search the area for the source of the noise. There was no open cry for help, but he soon caught the sight of a figure in the distance crumpling. He had started off in a run but gave a quick glance over his shoulder to locate the shooter, but they were already long gone.  Besides, rather than catching the shooter (he doubted that there was any legal system that cared too much about what happened to the city's inhabitants, - they were all just specimens, after all) what was important was to rush to this man's aid.  Even if he was utterly unequipped, even if he could think of no one he could go to at this moment to ask for help. 

"Help..."

From his run he slowed to confront the fallen man, extending an arm out to him. -- Oh, he recognized this man, even if their encounter had been brief. Now if for his life he could remember his name, -- No, that wasn't important right now. His eyes scanned over the man to estimate where he would have to hold him up and still do minimal damage. "-- There's a hospital nearby, if you'll let me help you we can get there much faster, so please." 

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My dear little bird..~

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“Heh.. Heh.. Heheh~” [ Tap tap tap. Bare feet smacked against the paved side-walk as a near nude form skipped along under the night sky. A bed sheet wrapped around her body was tugged up a little high so that she wouldn’t trip on it while she moved at such a pace. If she tripped, Vincent Nightray would become angered that she injured her face. As the many scars that covered her chest and abdomen were ignored, her face was always touched, caressed, looked at by her Master. It was important. ]

“C’est un p’tit oiseau qui prit sa volée~” [ A sweet voice emanated from what couldn’t be seen in the shadows of the velvet sheets quietly. No louder than the light sounds of her bare feet hitting the cold surface. ] ” C’est un p’tit oiseau qui prit sa volée~” [ The line repeated as needed, and she followed the lyrics on entirely by memory. The memory of Vincent singing so peacefully while focused on the action of tearing into stuffed humanoid dolls with a pair of sharp scissors. Her memory halted there, cut off by the sound of a branch breaking a bit loudly several feet away. The area was near silence save for her quiet gentle song, and she noticed it immediately when something went amiss. She froze, eyes following over the park a bit blandly. A smile that was so greatly present fading quick. ]

“Someone is here..?”

[ She sounded somewhat amused, oh, but when didn’t she. She couldn’t quite see them, or how far they were away so she kept her voice low. She heard a few more low crunches. They probably hadn’t noticed her yet. The thought brought another wicked grin onto her lips, and she eagerly shifted to the metal fence that surrounded the park. It was more than a foot shorter than her, so climbing up over it wasn’t difficult, and just what she did rather than finding the actual entrance to the area. ] “Hehheh..~” [ A gross need came from realizing she wasn’t alone here. Who knew how long she would be in power of this body before she lost it again. She had to spend her time wisely every chance she got. Without Vincent, Fang or Lotti there to give her orders, she was left with absolutely no one to command her. While, she should have been upset over this, she couldn’t have been more grateful. She could actually enjoy herself properly for once! ] “Heheheheh~” [ Ooh, she could see him too from where she was just on top of the creaking, unsteady fence so she just.. plopped down on the small metal surface right where she was. ] “Hey, pal..~!” [ She said, like they knew each other in the more entertained of voices. Oh, she certainly would use this time wisely to enjoy herself. ]

[ What a nice vacation this was going to be.~ ]

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 Somebody else was here. Mikado stopped in his tracks for a moment, scanning the area for any signs of this company. It might have been that they had noticed him first, - and if that was the case, it put him at a certain unease.  Maybe it was just his imagination playing tricks on him, - though his ability to sense the presence of others was usually pretty acute. It wouldn't just be his paranoia working to rile him up, could it? He was sure for a moment, that... He'd heard the soft lull of singing, but in the middle of the night? It couldn't be the sound of any other living creature, - nocturnal birds didn't carry such an eloquent song and it was still too early for any creature to be stirring the wake of the world surrounding it. No, it was ...definitely a human's voice.  Faint laughter, -  Feminine, at that, he confirmed and it sent a small shiver up his spine.  The laughter wasn't particularly menacing, it could be mistaken for playful if you really tried - but it sent all of his doubts away in that very second with his suspicions confirmed. He wasn't alone.  

“Hey, pal..~!” 

 "Sh -show yourself!" He let out a yell in response, hands clenching into fists as he whipped around to try to identify the source of the voice. It had been in this direction, but -- there was ... no one, except -- A silhouette caught his eye, perched up on a rickety fence that surrounded the park. "m -Miss, what are you ...doing up there?" Oh, it was ...just a girl, what was he being so scared over? He was overreacting, no doubt. How ...unimpressive of him. 

[durararayaoi]

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Last Minute [closed- Ladd & Mikado]

Christmas was less than a week away already. Even in Hive City people were bustling about, scrambling to get their presents. Naturally, sector 05 was especially crowded. Ladd was frustrated that he didn’t remember to get Lua’s gift sooner; he really hated having to make his way through crowds like this. Everyone else was always so rude, inconsiderate, or just plain in a hurry and not realizing what they’re doing. The atmosphere filled him with a powerful urge to kill nearly everyone in sight, but he knew he couldn’t cause such a scene now.

So he simply went about his business (quite reluctantly) and got his fiancee her gift. He made his way to the train station to head back to his apartment when someone-who was apparently in quite a hurry- bumped into him brashly, knocking the bag out of his hand and onto the ground, all of its contents spilling out. Bloodlust mounted inside him once again as he spun around to find the culprit and knock his lights out, but they had already disappeared into the crowd.

“Bastard,” he growled to himself as he knelt down on the ground to pick up Lua’s present. One piece of it was a box that contained a blank jigsaw puzzle, and another was a kit that held oil paints and brushes- which were now scattered on the ground thanks to that rude stranger. As Ladd quickly tried to recover the pieces of the gift, someone approached and stopped in their tracks in front of him. He didn’t look up, because he didn’t expect this person to help him. No one else was, after all. Everyone else was just too goddamn concerned about themselves.

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 The city was so busy at this time of year. It was no wonder, he finally found out when he'd bothered to check the date to his calendar. Usually he would a part of the hustle and bustle as well, but not having any family available to send gifts back to and being detached from any acquaintances he had made back at home had made that easier to stay out of.  There was only a handful of people n this city that he might get a gift for: one that was someone who had landed here from the same world he'd come from, but the last time he had seen her had been a while back. He would have to give her a visit to deliver her gift at some point, no matter how late. And that would be about it, aside from the one other female that came to mind (though he was sure that she wouldn't have appreciated the dullness of a gift from him out of all people in the first place) -had ...disappeared, it seemed. He guessed that that was just something that happened, in an artificial city by completely detached scientists that brought it to be. That had been the only reason that Mikado had forced himself out of the house today. He didn't mind the crowd, but the urgency and general rudeness that you had to anticipate from a mass of people that just wanted to get their holiday business over with could easily be rendered into a headache.   It was subtle, but as he approached the boarding deck at the train station something caught his attention and he watched on quietly as someone ran into another gentleman. The parcel he was carrying went everywhere, and though he thought about rushing over to help the man pick up the fallen contents, his eyes were already traveling through the crowd -following the brash stranger.  Before he could get away too easily, Mikado grabbed the stranger by the back of his collar, "-- what gives!? Let me go!"  "I know you're in a rush, but I just want you to make a quick detour with me to apologize to the gentleman you wronged back there." Mikado said calmly, watching the man glance over his shoulder in a struggle. "This won't take long, I promise."  'You're full of shit, kid! I'm going to be late for my trai---' A clear, loud slap rang throughout the crowd and a part of the crowd had cleared, leaving the inappropriate scene in a very close range to where Ladd was. "Nevermind, you know what --you're not worth the effort, mister."  It was only a moment until the man regained himself from staggering back, holding onto his cheek but by then Mikado was kneeling down at Ladd's side, helping him pick up the spilled contents.  "Are you alright, sir?"

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(CLOSED* to echoed-voice).

This wasn't the first time that Mikado had set out at a later hour like this, because the quiet hours of the night kept him tossing and turning from restlessness or whatever thoughts that ran through his brain at those hours -most assuredly, all thoughts that he would forget the next day.   Though when it came to this, he preferred walking around the more well-lighted areas of the city, where he'd probably find others that were going through the same inconvenient ritual on nights like this. It was just tonight -he wanted quiet, that wasn't in the suffocating privacy of his room.     His aimless wandering eventually landed him in a quiet local park, where he could take the night air in without immediate light pollution surrounding him. When it filled his lungs it quenched a part of him that the stuffy air of his couldn't.  It wasn't long before Mikado wished if he had brought something a little more suitable for the temperature outside. He hadn't expected to be out for this long, but he wasn't ready to go back just yet either. Mikado reached around himself and tugged his thin blazer around him closer to himself. A scarf might have even helped, but he hadn't thought it out that far.  Was it always this quiet out this late? He hated to admit to it, but even the slightest things were making him jumpy that wouldn't. Just out of the sheer knowledge that out here, he was alone. Should he go back? -- This city wasn't entirely safe, he always kept that in mind -- but that had never stopped him back at home, either. 

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Paying no attention to his sense of hesitance — they way his arms slowly fell to his sides, then extending out to her, smile still illuminating her round face, growing even more so, if that was possible, of course, at his words. She always knew wishing was a very magical thing — and there were all sorts of ways to have a wish come true! Whether it be throwing pebbles or money down a well, or wishing on a star, or, even wishing on Christmas, something like a Christmas miracle—!

“Okay!”

Dropping the army of pebbles from her palm to the ground, she wiped off the excess dirt from them on her stockings, grabbing his hand and easily lacing her fingers with the bigger of the two, laughter excitedly escaping her.

“It’ll be a Christmas miracle, right?! That’s how you make snow!”

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  "Ah well, only if Lily keeps on wishing it ~! We'll make more snow and bring everyone else a Christmas miracle, how's that sound?" He grinned from ear to ear, beaming down at her. She needed to believe he meant it, but displaying enthusiasm wasn't a strong point of his at all. He just hoped that he wouldn't do anything to dampen her spirits any, because really--  Even if he didn't celebrate this holiday season with anyone else, if he could make Lily smile a little wider it would be worth every last ounce of effort put into this particular mission. Lily was such a sweet girl, it would be a crime to take the gift of naivety that only youth could keep intact for however long a period of time. Mikado kept a hold of the smaller hand and led her through the public streets, constantly checking behind to see if the little girl was still tagging along. The few stops they made were in stores where he would distract her with some small trinket, plush, snack - while he checked off the mental checklist he had made in his head: ingredients, to make 'snow'. A bundle of wrapped and bagged, newly acquired items from their mini-adventure were now snugly kept underneath his arm, - making one last stop with her at his apartment. "Wait rightt here..." He closes the door to his apartment behind her, walking over to his closet and reaching up to heave a battered fan and a series of extension wires off of the higher shelf -- Mikado was a bit of a packrat, but he wouldn't admit that to anyone. Thankfully he was under a current narrow budget, so he wouldn't be running out of space any time soon.   "- There we go!" He makes his way back over to Lily at the entrance of his apartment, "All ready, now we can send Citta some extra snow! -- Ah, Lily -can you ...could you get the door for me?" He peeks his head out from behind the fan, the wires, and the bags he's holding. "Unfortunately, Mr. Mikado's hands are a little full."  

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dont wrry bby, sherlock-mun also got off to them—

“Er, though pens are useful, I don’t find them that incredibly interesting.  They do not puzzle the mind to think more, so they are of little interest to me.”  Oh, there he went, blindly talking on about his own ideals when it was most likely best to keep politely quiet.  But Watson wasn’t there to keep Holmes in line, was he?

“Yes, I just arrived… I’ve been wandering around a little, that’s all.”  He extended a hand to shake, not bothering to look any tidier or kinder than he felt was necessary.  Customs mattered only so much to the detective, especially when he didn’t have a case to work on.  “Holmes, Sherlock Holmes.”

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 o -Oh, right. Not everyone shared his acute fetish fixation on office supplies quite like he did, he had to keep that in mind. He got carried away so easily sometimes, that is - when he thought others shared his occasionally quirky common ground. (Quirky for someone that was so boring, more correctly put.) "That's --that's true." He slips the pen out of view, tucking it safely into his pocket.   However, Mikado did take a quick liking to this man's unrefined honesty. Sometimes he would just let things slip out on accident, but for the most part Mikado envied anybody that could state their mind so brazenly. "That so..." The boy extends his hand as well, taking a firm grasp of his hand and shakes. "...Sherlock ..." Wait. His grip remains intact but as the first connotation to the name clicks in his head the handshake steadies out into a slower pace, and -he fails to notice that he's still squeezing the other's hand: what would be an uncomfortable, -- almost unacceptable length of time to be holding another man's hand by superficial standards.  Did he look that gullible? Sure, he acknowledged that there was nothing remarkable or outstanding to him, - at least not from outer appearances, but ...was he taking him for a fool, or was he just cracking a joke of some sort...? Mikado wasn't much one for humor, so he usually missed the puns (most of the time that weren't there, since Masaomi's humor he was most frequently exposed to.)  "Sherlock Holmes?" He'd seen many strange things in this city, but he'd yet to have ran into a fictional character. "The original Doyle's interpretation?" Was he just a die-hard fan, taking things too far or -maybe he just coincidentally shared the name? What kind of parents would name their child after-- Well, at the least, it was an attention-catching name -- That was for sure. "...Pleased to meet you, Mr. Holmes."