Oh, dear...

Nightmare on Molten Street [Jonathan, Zeke, Heather]

Jonathan’s position looked painful. It would only be a minute before the creature dislocated his shoulder, that is if it hadn’t already happened. He growled at Heather first, “don’t be stupid! The real one won’t always be visible. Reload your damned gun faster.”

She was a good shot though. If Zeke felt he could’ve done better himself, he would’ve commanded her to give the gun to him.

He could not leave Jonathan to suffer while she fumbled through her pockets, however. He ran at the beast armed with nothing but determination.

The monster stopped him as he launched a punch. It used its victim as a weapon. It used Jonathan’s helpless form as a loose wrecking ball, swinging it into Zeke and knocking him over. Before Zeke could react and get back onto its feet, it slammed Zeke twenty feet away with its muscled tail.

He could swear the snake had a greedy smile as it regarded him. “Son of a bitch.”

“Hey, fuck you man, I’m trying my hardest here!” She snapped back, brows furrowing as she finally managed to pull out a box of ammo. She had never been one for teamwork; she had been alone for the longest time and she always depended on herself. Yet now she was thrust into a situation where she didn’t quite know how to act. She was acting as if she was by herself (except for the whole covering part) and she figured that maybe she should’ve listened to the soldier, seeing that the samurai had been caught in a quite terrible position.

She paused in her actions to look up, witnessing an even worse scene. Zeke had foolishly run up to the snake in an effort to save Jonathan and she was stupid?

“Tch…”

She supposed he deserved the beating that he got although she did pity him (if only a little).

She eventually managed to reload her gun, dropping the empty box on the ground afterwards, and focusing her attention on the snake. She decided to let the beast have it once more, firing as many rounds as she could and as quickly as possible.

#enduringthenightmare #i-almighty #nightmare on molten street #wELL THERE GOES HIS ARM

The teeth dug into his arm as he desperately tried to make sense of the situation, only knowing that currently he was being thrown around like one of his sister's playthings. And, really, it's not a good position to be in (as if he doesn't know that, hand bleeding and the other two on the floor, wondering if he'll end up as broken as his sibling's toy).

What he did know now was that he was in close proximity with the creature, and that his sword was most likely imbedded within its teeth and unreclaimable unless it dies. He could tell that the other two were trying to help him, though he couldn't really see them or hear them with the shock he's having.

There are loud bangs- gunshots, right?- and the beast turns towards a certain direction. Right then, Jonathan realized fully that he was close enough to the creature to land a hit on its face. With his right arm snapped shut in its mouth, it probably won't end well but-

-oh hell, this body is temporary, anyway.

"GET AWAY!" He raised his left arm to the eyes of his assaulter, and (was it surprised to see him fight back?) cast a strong Bufudyne right in its face, over its head, and his right hand. For the lack of a better word, the magic was very very very cold, and it caused his head to go out of focus again as he suddenly began to fall to the ground.

(The head of the beast is completely frozen over and it begins thrashing wildly to break the ice, while Jonathan's right arm gets snapped off in the process.)

--Armoury Visit [ Mukuro | Jonathan ]

[ » ] - - Ah, right. It’s almost as if she’s forgotten they’re both dead, in actuality. Or has she? The blazing temperature doesn’t bother her in the least; she’s suffered far worse living environments than this, and that had been when she was still alive. Now she’s in a city, and with her own apartment to live in, at that. Can’t really complain; not that she’d been one to do so anyway. The enemies she speaks of? What she now realizes must be caused by the momentary absence of imps walking around, she knows they can’t just be humans, as thought of previously.

As long as it was justified. Maybe she could agree with that.

Except to Mukuro, said justification is probably much easier to obtain. It begins with her given orders… Other such circumstances would give it casual necessities. Like today’s given instance.

But she’s not about to bring that up again.

"I’ll take that to mean you did have enemies when you were still alive," she says, looking almost as if to study him. "…Of course. It’s normal." Though she is curious as to its number.

"Fine. Just think of me as your ally. To return the favour I’ll make sure no harm comes to you, from demons or humans alike." A small pause to think before she speaks, as an addendum.

"Tell me where you live so I know where to check up on you.

#zetsubousenshi #IT'S OKAY BRO #dont kill me in my sleep

Jonathan blinks, unsure as to what Mukuro was implying. Though, he guesses that he shouldn't deny what she just said, and just let her speak. The offer to be allies is (nostalgic and rings far too close to home) surprising, but he definitely isn't going to turn it down. At least, Jonathan is happy with the fact she isn't outright offering to kill people.

When Mukuro asks for his address, he doesn't really hesitate before saying "Werewombat Ward 10," despite the scare she gave him (give-or-take) five minutes ago. She is a killer, after all, but (he's a killer too) he has far fewer qualms about it then expected.

Then again, he never really was good at seeing through masks or acting, especially with someone like Mukuro, but he supposes that he should trust his intuition for now. He didn't really have anything to lose, anyway.

"What about you?" He asks casually, unsure if Mukuro will answer (...and if she doesn't he'll have a few nervous ticks) but still saying it anyway. That's strange, he tends to keep to himself nowadays if he thinks there's a chance it won't end well. (But this conversation had a million chances of not ending well and it doesn't seem that it will, so maybe all this fear is unfounded)

jackets - helen | jonathan

The puppet stopped walking, regarding the other with a cold violet stare.

"You enquired about my world, I answered. Is there any issue with this?"

For once, Helen was slowly losing her patience. A quick recollection reminded her of what Jonathan was originally here to do. ”You intend to find your friend, yes? I’m not exactly sure where she will be, but judging from intuition, perhaps the tubs will do.”

She pretended to check something in her pocket.

"I’m afraid I’ll have to leave you for now, someone needs my assistance elsewhere." A pause. "But I’m sure we’ll meet again. I know someone who can perhaps be a better conversation partner. Do you want me to give you more details? You two are really similar."

#tajujinkaku #JONATHAN IS STARTING TO GET ANTSY

"Oh! No, I meant..." Well, nevermind. Maybe he should phrase his words better. "Well..."

If she really wasn't here, something could've very likely occurred. (How ironic. That wouldn't be very fun, or very nice to deal with, at all.) "My apologies. I've taken up a lot of your time."

Someone else...? Oh, so she knew someone else who was dead in this dimension. "Only if it's within your convenience," he answered, almost as if biting the corners of his mouth (if you find me annoying you can go i'm sorry).

Mirrors [ Shan | Jonathan ]

In her mind-sight, the individual ahead was practically bursting with violet light. How his innate blue tendencies could still stand up to the tide was something to be wondered at.

Shan had been in such a situation before, but only in a male persona. Ah well - it would be a unique experience, at the very least. But the fact that the other was utterly consumed by the violet light was… very amusing. Whoever had the idea of messing around with that supercharged lake water was brilliant.

The puppet gave him a calm smile - her persona was still in a state of flux, but it seemed that the other’s identity was already rubbing off.

"Same to you as well. Is there anything you’d need from me?"

#tajujinkaku #LAFFS #WAIT TILL SHE STARTS TRANSFORMING WOW SHAN

"Well... I, uh..."

There was absolutely no reason for him to be flustered, Jonathan attempted to reason, and shook himself out of a stutter temporarily. "There's nothing, really. You just happened to catch my eye, and..."

Wait, no, he shouldn't have said that. "W-wait! I meant... you seem- are very refined in... comparison to- t-teh."

When was the last time he was backed into a corner like this? Not a single demon could achieve such a feat, much less a lady who probably doesn't even know his name. Oh, right, his name. "Oh, my a-apologies, by the way... my name is Jonathan."

This is off to a great atart.

Nightmare on Molten Street [Jonathan, Zeke, Heather]

Run? The very idea short-circuited his brain. It was not a sense of honor. It was for his own well-being.

She had a weapon. So did the man, as he well demonstrated, along with elemental powers. Zeke was the defenseless one, and logically, there was no reason for him to stick around. He’d get mauled by the beast. Yet the other side of his mind told him he was better off staying. If he ran from this room, he’d probably run into more monsters, with neither of these two to protect him.

Well, his choice was made for him anyway. There wasn’t an exit to be found. He backed towards the corner or the room and watched the creature’s trick. It escaped Jonathan’s assault by diverting his attention.

It revealed this information about itself: its apparitions could not physically harm them. And that, Zeke decided, was the tool he wanted to undo the beast with.

It coiled up before the two fighters, raising its head high above them as it pried its jaws open into a roar-hiss. ”Don’t attack it, we have to play this defensively,” Zeke said, but even he could not keep his eyes from its awesome presence. Fortunately, rather than launching a surprise attack, the apparition—at least, Zeke was fairly certain that one was, as it was bold enough to show itself clear as day—slithered away into nothingness.

"Use feint and counter attacks only. Get it to attack you and strike when you have the chance," he demanded. Hopefully the demon didn’t understand English. Three apparitions became visible, each one focused on a different human target. The question was which one was real. "I’m not going to run. I’ll help distract it. I’m pretty hardy, you understand?"

“Why even bother?” Heather asked, eyes focused on each of the snakes, not sure which one was the real one. “I can just shoot each one and see which fades away or not. That should work!” Now she wasn’t a strategist but she figured that this plan would be the easiest and perhaps the most obvious one to follow. She raised her gun, deciding to shoot the one in front of her first, and after a couple of bullets the snake didn’t disappear. But perhaps it was because she didn’t shoot it enough. “Shit. Outta ammo!” She called, quickly trying to figure out which pocket on her vest contained the ammo. “Back me up!” She headed towards the back, still fumbling with her pockets, her handgun at her side.

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The words of the other two flies past him, and registers a bit too slowly in his brain (like when they're in Tokyo, and he just doesn't figure out fast enough that the demon will repel that spell). He looks at the 'apparition' that appears to be honed on him and, turning to look at Heather for a moment, before quickly edging over to her side as she tried to fix her mystic relic.

By now, at least one of them is lunging at him- oh, the one that was interested in him first- and he forces his sword upwards, stabbing through the top of its mouth if that was the true one, but he can't see because the other is advancing and it snarls the same way. And he forces himself to cast a Mabufudyne to drive it away-

"...Huh?"

And because he is (an idiot!) useless at handing two threats at once without any of his three Samurai friends coming to help, Jonathan just barely realizes he forgot to extract his sword before the snake clamps down on his arm and hoists him up in the air, because of all of them, the one where he messed up just happened to be the one that was real.

Turns out, its biggest two fangs aren't the only ones it has, though the smaller ones lining its mouth are curving inwards and don't hurt him as much as he would expect them to once it bites him- but it definitely starts to hurt when it lifts him in the air and the struggling of his arm forces the fangs to penetrate his skin.

jackets - helen | jonathan

Helen closed her eyes briefly. “Well, not exactly in a direct sense. Emotional magic in its most basic form can alter reality, but it requires extremely precise control and proficiency which I am not sure anyone else can reproduce.”

A pause.

"You do realize that the Demon Lord gives us our bodies? We cannot simply oppose him openly - it would result in the annihilation of our very existence. Once I find a way to sustain this form without his aid, we would be somewhat independent of his whims."

Perhaps it ought to be time that Cecil arrived. He would have a much better time conversing with Jonathan.

(there was a part of him that wouldn't mind being annihilated from this existence)

Jonathan guessed that maybe Helen was probably thinking on her words far more than she needed to, perhaps if he was being too much of a hackle- so he decided to keep quiet for a moment, and they retreated into silence. Again.

"...Why are we chatting about this, by the way?" Jonathan asked, as inquisitively as possible (but just sounding far too innocent).

#tajujinkaku

Mirrors [ Shan | Jonathan ]

This place was brimming with new identities to discover. To someone like Shan, this life after erasure wasn’t shabby at all.

The puppet had decided to try out a hybrid of different personas this time. A hairstyle copied from a reticent youth, dress style of another girl merged with that of one of his sisters, and her own voice modulated to be slightly higher than default. After all, she was female for now.

She walked down the street, vision fading into mind-sight so that she could better see the sentient beings roaming Sh’tori. An arc of purple far overhead drew her attention - it terminated in the blue form of a youth ahead, and proceeded to almost completely take over.

The puppet walked closer, intrigued.

#tajujinkaku #WELL THIS IS AWKWARD

Jonathan touched the back of his neck almost experimentally, before hearing the slight movement of gravel and footsteps. Normally, he would only look back in curiosity, but for some reason something possessed him to twist his head to see the newcomer, as if there were strings attached to him and they were being pulled towards any sign of life.

As soon as he registered that the figure was, well, a human, all previous thoughts about what had just occurred to him was flung from his mind. In front of him was the most gorgeous woman he had ever laid his eyes on, with grace and posture and something very oddly familiar (her hair was-)

But nevermind, now there was someone in front of him and it would be rude to not greet them. (She didn't carry the same air as his sisters, so that was a plus, but for what reason did she seem so utterly amazing?)

"O-oh! Um... greetings..."

Nightmare on Molten Street [Jonathan, Zeke, Heather]

"Next time, give us the chance to actually get out of the way!" He was digging his heels in and leaning towards wind to keep balance, though he still ended up stumbling(but not falling over). There were shards of glass in the blast, but even with the force Jonathan used, none of the pieces were thick enough to cut through Zeke’s clothing. The scratches on his skin were minor.

It wasn’t well thought out, really, Zeke decided as he looked at the creature. It was getting back up.

Zeke grabbed the biggest piece of mirror he could find among the fragments. It would have to do for a weapon, even if it was going to break the second he slashed the monster. Zeke didn’t take an aggressive approach, anyway. He strayed near the teenager. Protecting civilians was the most important thing to a soldier, and right now Zeke couldn’t be sure if Heather was a fighter or not.

The beast wasn’t going to have it that way. It saw Jonathan was strong, and chose to assault the other humans. The dimensions warping around its body looked like a heat shimmer, and just like that it vanished before their eyes.

It wasn’t truly gone, though, was it? It was never that easy.

The suspense rose as the silence descended.

When Zeke saw another heat shimmer, he thought he’d had the creature pinned. He hurled the mirror-shard at it, expecting it to becoming visible again.

What he didn’t expect was for that to be an illusion, and for the real snake to spring up behind him. It curled up and around his body, constricting all but one arm—which Zeke used to hold the snake’s fangs away from his face. It was hissing loudly as it tried to surge forward and bite him.

"A little help, please?" Zeke requested with choked breath.

Thankfully Heather decided to lie on the ground when she saw the other perform some sort of wind magic and due to this most of the mirror shards flew over her body although some did manage to cut her, blood seeping from the wounds in just a few seconds. There was no time to worry about those though; there were bigger problems to deal with. She noticed that Zeke was sticking close to her - perhaps he thought that she was incapable of handling herself; a thought that annoyed her but she decided that now wasn’t the time to complain either. She tried to keep her focus on the snake instead of the mirrors, hoping for her phobia to fade away if she did so. Suddenly though the snake vanished from view. She blinked, once, twice, three times, wondering if she had seen right. The snake was back though and it grabbed Zeke, attempting to bite his head off or something. It was time for Heather to prove herself and take action.

She reached for her handgun that was stored in one of her pockets. 'Alright, Heather, forget the mirrors and just focus on the snake.' With a deep breathe she aimed her gun at the beast, firing several rounds into different parts of its body. She wasn’t sure that the bullets would work but it was worth a try. Several of the bullets seemed to pierce the snake’s flesh, the shock of the impacts enough for the snake to drop Zeke onto the floor. “Run!" She told him.

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"Sorry!" He yells to both of them, eyes trying to keep up with the demon beast. As it disappeared from sight, it was apparent that this one wasn't going to just sit pretty and let them hit it before striking back itself. He grips his sword, the feeling of fighting far too familiar yet far off.

The bullets- oh, so the girl could use a mystic relic?- hit the creature, and it let go off the other man before anything grievous could occur. This time pinpointing his attack into a much more concentrated and less panicked area, he sends a Bufudyne trailing up the ground and blasting into the room, forcing a bout of cold air to settle around the beast (and away from Zeke this time, too. That's an improvement).

Hoping the ice could keep the thing in place for long enough, he rushes forward to strike at its neck. The ice seems solid enough, and the creature was frozen over and motionless-

Suddenly, the ice melts (far too quickly) and the demon breaks free, rushing towards Jonathan (with unimaginable speed), fangs bearing to snap his head off.

The Samurai's first instinct is to backtrack and raise his sword in defense, before Jonathan realizes the oddities in the sight he saw. Still, the hesitance that the illusion gives him allows the snake to truly break free and dissipate into thin air once again.

Drat, Jonathan mutters as he braces himself for its reappearance.

Nightmare on Molten Street [Jonathan, Zeke, Heather]

Zeke’s method was more direct. Heather’s screaming was an offense to his ears, enough to march over and grab at the girl’s shoulders. The words ‘shut up’ came to mind, but he had to try to be more… polite. His growl instead formed into a, “there aren’t any demons here. Relax.”

At the request of an exit, Zeke glanced to and fro, but he did not move away from Heather. It really was all mirrors—and the ceiling and floor… they were too hard to crumble.

That meant their exit had to be behind one of the walls, after all, someone had to have dragged their bodies in here. It was so obvious. That was always the way it was in stories, wasn’t it? One of the mirrors was a fake.

”You look for a door,” he demanded of Jonathan. “Break all of the mirrors until you find a path behind one.”

Zeke noticed first it was not one of the mirrors that was fake, but one of the silhouettes in them. There was a fourth figure in the room with them.

He opted not to say anything about that.

The girl in front of him would freak out more, if he had.

Though, he had only successfully managed to keep his secret for about three seconds before the monster in the mirror screamed. Zeke winced. It was angry.

The words of the Samurai flew right over Heather’s head and the same would’ve applied to Zeke if he had not grabbed her by the shoulders, momentarily snapping her out of her frightened state. “What?” Her brows furrowed, the corners of her mouth tugging downward into a complete frown. “Demons? Why the hell would I be afraid of some stupid demons!?” She acted like demons weren’t scary at all. She grabbed his hands and removed them from her shoulders, pushing him away roughly and glaring at him. “Demons aren’t my problem, it’s these stupid freaking mirrors!”

She took a deep breath and tried to relax herself. At the mention of breaking the mirrors she nodded at the Samurai, finally paying attention to him. “Yeah, break all of them!” She said, pushing him into the direction of one of them. “Please.” She couldn’t take much more of them.

#jonathan doesnt have a history with mirrors #but you know what he has a history with?#BIG FUCKING SNAKE THINGS COMING OUT OF OBSCURE PLACES THAT LOOK LIKE DEMONS #THATS WHAT HE HAS FUCKING HISTORY WITH #nightmare on molten street #enduringthenightmare #i-almighty #but srsly its hilarious this was totally intentional #the mirrors + demons? way too coincidental #zesheamods are beautiful #plus heather comes from fucking SILENT HILL they're all able to beat shit up #team fuckshitup assemble

"Well, I..." Destroying the mirrors was not exactly the first course of action he would normally have in mind, but the others were adamant, it seems. "...Alright, then. But I would appreciate if-"

A screaming...

What was that?

He heard something.

Already on his toes with the whole situation, Jonathan reflexively reaches for his sword, and turns toward Zeke- who seems to have noticed it too, definitely. Almost experimentally, he turns his sword to point at the noise's direction cautiously before slamming the hilt of the weapon onto a mirror (and wincing slightly as glass shards cut his hand but that wasn't the focus right now it was the howling creature). As he expected, the voice comes again- it's inhuman and the mirror Zeke is looking into definitely isn't a normal one, because something begins to emerge.

"Out of the way!" He shouts out of habit, raising his hand forward and recalling his magic skills, placing a Zandyne on the creature (with ominous shape and manners of a snake, like Mushussu). He cast a strong wind at the body of the creature, slamming it against the wall and shattering a generous number with mirrors with a loud sound. (He might have accidentally displaced Zeke as well. Currently, he's too focused on the beast to realize.)

Seemingly undeterred and only more angry, the thing bears its dangerous-looking fangs and the dimensions around it begin to warp. This wasn't going to end well.

Nightmare on Molten Street [Jonathan, Zeke, Heather]

It wasn’t even the words that woke Zeke up, really, it was the hard sound that Jonathan’s limbs made against the ground. He’d always been an incredibly light sleeper, as well as a morning person, but even with that sound gently tugging at Zeke’s awareness, he found it difficult to wake up.

When Jonathan did speak, Zeke’s consciousness jolted. That was not Shitani. And this hard floor beneath him, it wasn’t his mattress or even his room.

"Who are you?" It was more of a tired mumble than a growl, as he blinked his eyes open. Everything was so blurry and dark, but he could make out the form of a human, a man.

Had he been drugged? And had this person drugged him? The man seemed as confused as he was, but Zeke was guarded. Still—he did not panic at the sight of Jonathan. Most of the demons in hell looked like demons, in his experience.

"Wha…" he began. The room was filled with mirrors, the illusion pounding at his sleepy skull. His hairs(short as they were, with his smooth skin) stood on end. The only thing he feared was death, but this place put him on edge.

"Who are you?" He asked again, "why are we here?"

Waking up in a new place really wasn’t a surprise to Heather. It had happened multiple times before and honestly she had gotten somewhat used to it. In fact what bothered her was not that she was in an unknown place but rather what was inside this place. Mirrors. An entire room dedicated to mirrors. She both detested and feared mirrors. She had Spectrophobia after all. She believed that mirrors were liars; that they reflected back a false image. This had been further proved by the time when she had been trapped in a room with a mirror that covered the entirety of one wall. The room she had been in before went from somewhat normal to morbid in just a few seconds; the walls had started to bleed as well as the floors and the mirror didn’t show that at all. It remained unchanged, just as her own reflection despite the times she had moved around the room it didn’t follow her. From that day on her fear of mirrors had intensified, leaving her completely vulnerable. She had already had a run-in with some mirrors down in Sh’tori as well, outside of a store and she had panicked and now it was happening again, perhaps even worse since she was locked inside a room and unable to escape, with mirrors covering every single angle and reflecting it back towards her.

“No. No. No. No. No. NO!” She shouted at the top of her lungs. Her body froze in place as she stared in complete horror at the mirrors, her head wildly moving about, briefly catching the sight of two others in the room with her but they were unimportant at the moment.

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Jonathan shakes his head a bit mechanically, still staring vacantly at his multiple reflections. "Well... my name is Jonathan. As for why we are here, I suppose I am just as confused as the rest of-"

A loud voice (in the simplest terms, excusing the horror and leaving out the shock) suddenly echoes through the room, and the Samurai twists his neck towards the source as it finally (finally!) woke him up. His first reaction to get up, damn you and ignore the mystery, instead focusing on the other occupant in the room.

"Dear me- miss, are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?" Trying not to seem too confused and panicked as well, Jonathan looks around and attempts to decipher what could have caused the lady to scream as she did. With the shady circumstances surrounding their current situation already, losing control would be their worst idea (so don't lose control either, keep still look around). There didn't seem to be an exit, just mirrors and two other people, a man and the woman.

"Calm down," Jonathan says half-heartedly, most likely failing to help. "We need to find an exit, first and foremost, and find someone who knows what's going on. Assuming anyone does."

Nightmare on Molten Street [Zeke, Heather]

Something ached.

Jonathan isn’t exactly sure if it was because he slept wrong (again. Being dead probably desensitizes you to things that you would normally pay attention to if you were alive), or because he fell asleep unconventionally (also, again). His head tries to wake the rest of himself up, and slowly shaking him awake from the drunken slur of sleepiness. At least, he should open his eyes, first.

He does, and it takes a while to register that the ceiling isn’t his normal ceiling. Suddenly blinking a lot more rapidly, one elbow jerks up and forces himself to get up, looking around- and it takes an indecipherable amount of time for him to snap back into a logical state of mind.

The Samurai can see himself staring back in confusion, the mirrors reflecting off each other to form an awkward palindrome of reflections the didn’t end.

He’s not alone, either; but right now, it’s not much of a comfort. Words rolling off his tongue, still numb from sleep, he forces his mouth open and just stares at the mirrors.

"Where…"

"Where am I?"

(Really, he’s dead and bad things happen to him all the time. He shouldn’t be surprised.)

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Just wanted to let you know how well you write! I hope to RP with you someday.

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#zeshea crap

Swords weren't the only weapon Mao was able to use. His versatile skills allowed him to wield staves, axes, bows and guns--the one in his hands being no different from those in the Netherworld, except perhaps with what the demon was planning to fire at his newly acquired target instead of ordinary bullets. Locked and loaded in the gun was a syringe, holding nothing but that special water from the lake.

There sitting at the edge of a building, the boy waited rather impatiently for any of these so called Samurai to show up. He has heard of a total of three that donned the title, each wearing the same colored uniform; but it seems the fellow that had crossed Mao's line of sight had been the first lady luck has ditched. That blue jacket was no doubt the one he awaited for. Raising the weapon and with a few tweaks, cross-hairs align in the right spot for fire, the area being at Jonathan's back.

A pull of the trigger sends the needle through the air and into it's directed mark, pinching the other's back with a sting and injecting the water. Perhaps Jonathan had noticed, or not, regardless Mao's mission was complete. With an "evil" laughter, the demon left in a jiffy and onto to his next victim.

"Huh...?"

There was definitely something painful at the back of his neck. Though he wasn't able to pinpoint when it started and when it ended, it was odd, and it put him a bit more on edge than before.

"What... was that?"

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--Armoury Visit [ Mukuro | Jonathan ]

[ » ] - - It’s not as though she doesn’t get it. It isn’t a surprise that someone wouldn’t agree with her methods; if anything, maybe the offer was a little hasty. Should she have thought about it more? Those who might resist and chastise her for something like this - Jonathan being someone who would, maybe she should’ve considered the response to these words before hearing what she’s described to be now: inhuman. Oh, but in the lack of consideration or care enough to do so previously… Maybe that’s just it. Having rid herself of this supposed ‘humanity’ long ago, she won’t (it’s an advantage?)— can’t get it back.

She sees no reason to; Junko’s orders were all that mattered because she was here in this world now, too. And it’s not upsetting her in the least.

...Right?

Still in her straightened position, eyes trained on Jonathan she says nothing for a few moments; expression willed to be unreadable. ”It’s fine. You’re… a good guy. I should’ve known you’d disagree.” Should’ve known said good guy would chastise her for her offer, too. It’s only natural, wasn’t it? But that didn’t matter.

I don’t..?

…Have to pay him back. Maybe he’s right. She thought her annoyance was enough to eradicate the will to pay him back, but somehow his more subdued expression and further words, combined with the offered gesture… She was— is grateful. It’s a good vest, after all. Said gesture being the unidentified source to her stronger inclinations of reciprocating the action somehow. ”It’s not a burden.” In the lack of known other words she wishes to say came her words of honesty.

"You’re not completely opposed to killing, are you? Do you have no enemies?"

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Mukuro spoke first, before Jonathan could say anything else, though it was in a tone he couldn't decipher. (So is he doing this right or...? At least it was a bit less awkward now, and she didn't seem to hold anything against him. (Or she might have and he can't see it.) In any case, her choice of words were interesting, and also reminded him of what the Tokyo people said about him. So does that mean she is alright with what he's said, or is she being sarcastic and acidulous?)

(...Nevermind. She didn't seem to be affected, so he'll just play along with that.) Jonathan toyed around with the new question she posed in his head instead, and found he was less naive to the concept than he'd like to be, unfortunately. (Technically, demons were his enemies. But, well, he is dead and...) "If you say so," he replies absentmindedly to her statement, before moving on to answer the query.

"I suppose if it is justified and necessary, then, events will inexorably come into place. Enemies, though... I would hope not. None that are dead, at least." None that are here, to be more specific.

"Why do you ask that?"

Jonathan has a feeling that he already knows the answer to the question, but with what he's said before he doubts she'll take it to heart (or she might because he really doesn't know at all what's she thinking, now that he thinks of it, she's definitely not even like a demon- at least they make their desires clear, though fickle).

--Armoury Visit [ Mukuro | Jonathan ]

[ » ] - - It began with his shift in tone. His once gentle countenance deflected, morphed into anger by her words. Nonchalance, still. Human once? Yeah, maybe. She doesn’t know what to say to that. The rise in tone marks the definition of hostility in her mind, to which her body retaliates— straightened posture. Face morphed into stoicism, the shock she’d felt a fraction of a second ago and while absorbing the details of his words - was unreadable. He speaks about her ‘humanity’ as if it had been lost… If that was true, she’d managed to rid herself of it long ago; none of his words should sting as it should make her angry. Wasn’t she the one offering to pay him back anyway? He should’ve just accepted. His spouting of morals is useless… unnecessary.

Besides, ridding herself of this so-called humanity was an asset, wasn’t it?

Why is this making her angry?

"…Don’t waste your breath talking to me about feelings. I… can easily cast those aside, if I have to." Eyes looking off to the side, away from Jonathan as she speaks. Is this what makes me ‘inhuman’? When she returns his gaze, she elevates her mask, eyes void of emotion.

"I don’t get what you’re trying to say."

Spouting those words unguarded like that? She… doesn’t know if she’d have killed him right there and then - it wasn’t an order from someone else; those were much easily carried out, but something halts her here—right now, from continuance. If he hadn’t shown her an apparent kindness to begin with, maybe it would have been easier to get rid of him. And maybe she’s angry because he’s spouting these morals like an accusation when she shouldn’t care. It has no effect on her. It should have no effect on her. What was the point?

"Fine, then. I won’t." Still void of emotion, expression set just a little more guarded than it had been previously. Further thoughts of repayment leaves her irritated, thoughts of speaking with Jonathan making her angry still for reasons she can’t exactly pinpoint, but she feels compelled to do it—still for reasons she can’t explain. It just doesn’t feel right to leave him with nothing.

"Just give me time to work, then. I’ll pay you back eventually."