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Open warfare raged throughout the cities, with the fighting being exceptionally aggressive near the portals. As Shintaro crossed over from the Hive he’d been forced to call home for so very long, he took the time to acclimate himself to his surroundings.
Sector Six. A lot of greenery. Likely a makeshift park area. How charming.
A dispassionate scan of the area ensued as Shintaro started to walk, his steps resigned. His pure black wear was every bit as featureless as his eyes--sharp, and pitch-colored, with nothing reflecting in those empty depths.
A scar was visible at his throat, somewhat healed over, but evident of a nasty wound sustained from once upon a time. He wasn’t here to slaughter, to win for his Hive, because it made no difference to him if he died or if they died or if anyone died. He just wanted to get away from her.
It was not to be.
He caught the visages of an all too familiar sight; the color of his nightmares, lately. Shintaro tensed immediately, glaring at her, caught between exhausted surrender and a want, a need, to lash out. If she was anything like the Ayano he knew...
A pistol of Otherworld design found its way to his hand. His voice was flat and hollow.”Move an inch and I’ll shoot. Even if you use Favor on me--I won’t miss.”