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❝ Alright, eat up. ❞

RED Light District, at some ungodly hour, finds the Saber squatting before a horde of stray cats. She dumps the bag’s contents rather unceremoniously --- scraps Mordred all but forced herself not to shovel into her mouth, some still-good trash the cats probably would’ve dug for anyways... Whatever works. The strays didn’t seem to have any complaints, and only a couple tried their damnedest to paw at the Saber’s meal as she plopped down a few feet away.

❝ Hey, no --- yours is over there ! ❞ An exasperated sigh does little to hide the chuckle that follows in the same breath; it trails off, however, as that familiar sensation tickles along the back of her neck. Intuition... not nearly as strong as she’s used to, but useful nonetheless. There’s no telling how long that guy’s been standing there --- but now she’s perfectly aware, head jerking to the side and upward to make direct eye contact.

❝ Huh ? What’re you standing around for ? Not like I brought any for you. ❞

@acaciacollector ———— S.C.

#acaciacollector #ACACIACOLLECTOR : 01.#this is a normal hour for normal people to be out and converse normally

Rinnosuke was growing used to the eerie air of the Red Light District. If anything, it was beginning to feel like he was in Gensoukyou again— with decent goods here and there (though nothing that truly captivated him), bodies of the deceased (usually fresher than he’d like to see), and general atmosphere, it felt quite like Muenzuka.

“If only it were as easy to find interesting things here like at that graveyard,” The man would mutter idly as he took a seat on the ground of an open alleyway. “At least there, the bodies I find are usually already cremated... ah well.”

Letting out a sigh, the man withdrew four things from his pack: a small metal tray, a satchel of chestnuts, a flask of sake, and his miniature eight trigram furnace, the Mini-Hakkero.

It was an exceptionally late dinner— after all, it was about midnight now— but better late than never, the man supposed. Setting down the Mini-Hakkero, placing the tray atop it, and deposited some of the chestnuts, he lifting a hand over the device and concentrated his magic energy into it, allowing a gentle heat to ruminate forth. And soon enough...

The smell of roasted chestnuts would waft lazily through the night air.

Something that would undoubtedly attract more than just a stray cat or two.

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#acaciacollector #acaciacollector 1 #HERE YOU GO.. don't eat me

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It wasn’t... The most direct route home, no. But there was something about the red light district at night that reminded her of a far off place oh so long ago. Also, she’d had a couple of drinks. Several couples of drinks in fact. So she drifted through the misty area with a serene look on her face, her form invisible but the occasional disturbance of the fog apparent in her wake.

So occupied was she internally that she almost swept right into someone, oh dear.

“Oh- whoops. I do apologise.” She came to a halt as she gathered her bearings. “Hoyyy, I almost did not see thee there, please forgive me. Is not the mist beautiful?”

She hadn’t realised she was still under the invisible veil, but a cloud of glittering blue smoke was added to the fog as she exhaled through her nose that was perfectly visible.

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“Hey, big brother--”

“--how’s it hangin’?”

#dash commentary #acaciacollector #yes he /did/ put deliberate implication emphasis on that why d'you ask

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Fireworks displays were difficult for him to describe with words alone. The skyward art of color and explosives lit up the night sky, filling it with a variety of different shapes and sounds. They reminded him of the fireworks shows he’d seen in the big city, after he’d moved into his dorms. Maybe this city wasn’t so different from his home, after all.

With the fireworks show changing each night, he’d made it a small habit to watch the festivities every night. If he had any regrets about doing so, it was that he wished certain people could see it with him. But there wasn’t much he could do about that.

“Maybe I’ll take a few pictures... Or I could record them.” He thought about it for a moment, before deciding to reach for his phone. “Er, which pocket was it in, again...?”

As he reached into his back pocket, he turned around slightly and noticed a figure amidst the small crowd, almost looking a bit out-of-place. He seemed... well, Takuya couldn’t quite get a read on the guy’s attitude. The best way he could describe it was that he was staring at a lonely black smudge on a piece of white paper. Or... was it ‘angry’?

... Hm.

“Hello? You alright?” Whether he was being reckless or thoughtful, Takuya approached the young man, looking just a little concerned. He couldn’t very well ignore someone if they were having a hard time. Maybe this person was hungry? “If you’re hungry, I think there’s some food stalls around here I could treat you to.”

#acaciacollector #;gyuutarou01 #[i assumed from what i read the demons here are still susceptible to daylight]#[so night thread it is]#[yes i'm well aware what i had him unwittingly imply]#[no eat the son boy gyuu....]

gonna go ahead and drop gyuutarou from kny, he's in house 126. thank ya

Dropped!

~ mod bellatrix

#isola drop #acaciacollector

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Waka ran his fingers over the edges of his headdress, silently contemplating on whether or not to continue wearing it. He had initially donned it in order to disguise himself from Yami and his hoard, who were hell bent on taking his life due to him being the sole survivor on the ark. By hiding the golden hair that marked him as a member of the Moon Tribe, who had also been victims of the demons, he could masquerade as a mortal in Nippon while keeping a low profile. Of course his flamboyant outfit, visions and ability to levitate, along with his weapon were dead giveaways, though fortunately for him, most demons had minimal intelligence and cared little for the finer details.

That had been in Nippon. This city was a whole other creature, which meant a different approach was needed.

He could risk taking it off, for he had not sensed any demons nearby, nor did he find anyone else from his world. This meant that he was far safer here than where he had come from, so he could chance showing off his true appearance. However, the fact that he was brought here meant that there was a chance others from his world would arrive, including Yami, Orochi, or any number of demons. If they were to arrive and spot him, he had no doubt that he would wind up dead, especially since he no longer had Pillow Talk to defend himself with.

A sudden snap of a branch caught his attention, banishing all further thoughts. Instinctively he reached, albeit slowly and casually for the wooden sword at his hip while blue eyes scanned the surrounding area for the source of the noise.