PERPLEXITY CEASES HIM, LEGEND COME TO LIFE, GREAT RIDER IN their perpetual fame. To see a myth in its glory made him feel mighty, drowned in exhilaration and awe. They were an obscure being, something of night and mystery, vision displayed through a helmet, absence of a head so dawning and prominent. With trembling curiosity, he allowed himself to eye her for what she was, a great entity that succeeded in terror and astonishment.
Her affirmation only further pressed him, eager to ask, eager to see what was withheld behind the helmet. Although it was no business to him, he couldn’t help the desire to see, to confirm that there were MONSTERS aside from his own kind. He found comfort in the idea, and brilliance in the headless rider’s friendliness, which seemed to verify the goodness of creatures born from the dark. It leaves him hopeful, the night of the world suddenly not as bad as he’d once thought— yet, perhaps she was of normality, a human that only took on the title, aura clouded in the unknown. But he doubted it, as her blank stare from behind the helmet held him in extraterrestrial fascination.
Head tilted to the call of sirens, single hue reads the text and a nod falls heavy on his frame, agreeing before he fully understands. He knows the cities faults, paths of destruction and escape. A hand beckons her, a whispered “C’mon,” before he’s rounding the corner of a nearby building. A fire escape lays sturdy against the floor, and Kaneki indicates towards the ladder. “Once we get to the top, I’ll break the ladder so they can’t follow. I’ve got a good route from there.”
IT IS ALWAYS STRANGE, INSPIRING AWE FROM CREATURES BOTH
human and not. As ancient and IMMORTAL as one can be, the terror and wonder a VOID-LIKE gaze alone can incite is both humbling and flattering. While humans are so quick to cry MONSTER, there are the curious souls, the worldly ones, the ones that ask why. And this fellow creature of the night has done his fair share of asking, why. He looks at her as though she is hope, a conundrum, a chance at answering something, and she sincerely wants to believe that she can HELP with finding whatever he seeks.
Too fast to trust, she knows this, but the black rider dismounts the eerie motorcycle anyways and rests a calming palm against a handle --- communication passing between the two in drowning silence before it coasts away, a phantom sinking into the bustling traffic of Tokyo. The shadow that is the dulluhan follows after him, wary and not fully understanding herself ( he could have easily turned her down, and he does not skitter away from imposing darkness like most ), and she stops short of the ladder, helm slanting upwards. A thankful nod answers him, and black gloves and boots are upon the rungs, moving quickly, away from blinding lights.
Geez, I owe him after this, huh? She shakes her head, focusing on reaching the roof. The cops think themselves clever, carving paths throughout the city to find her, but they’d never think to search on foot. It’s a street chase, not a game of cat and mouse.
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