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bonebrew
hey.. psst
come here
“ .....why. “
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“... You should probably say ‘sorry’ to all those people you killed.” Getting murdered over a prank contest seems like it would be hard to swallow upon revival.
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Her ability to watch someone without being spotted nigh immediately is something Requiem is all too grateful for. Nevertheless, she’s intrigued by what she sees, reminded of tieflings with how the other woman carries herself. Though, that in itself doesn’t seem quite right. She knows them, has lived with them, and this is something else.
[ NATURE CHECK : 14 + 0 = 14 ]
Okay, most definitely not a tiefling, and not human. Not many things that she knows of, and while she doesn’t know what she’s looking off, it helps to tick off the things it’s not. Still, she does not know, and it’s a frustrating sort of thing to find herself facing. Asking directly? That’s far out of the question.
So, she finds another way to go about it.
“What a lovely silhouette.” Requiem approaches with a saunter, fingers wrapped around the pipe hidden in her clothing. “I quite like your horns, they provide, a certain beauty. I’m nearly envious.”
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As far as she was concerned, the undead weren’t a threat to her. She would ignore them if she could but unfortunately that wouldn’t be the case. A dead city meant she wouldn’t be able to have any of her questions answered. So reluctantly, she went out to hunt the undead.
The shamblers were easy to handle. A quick shot to the head was all that was needed to dispose of them. It wasn’t until she saw a short, horned woman that she hesitated. They were far from any safe area, and it was clear that she wasn’t undead. Freezing time to close the distance, she undid the spell when she was a couple feet away. Pistol already drawn on her.
“I’m sure you’re aware that now isn’t the time to be wandering the streets.”
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There’s a good reason another word for antique is curio -- for the ones in this shop have certainly caught hold of Togami’s curiosity. Always intrigued by any manner of relics and artefacts alike -- at home he was the proud owner of several first edition books, signed, among other family antiques from ages past -- he’s spent a few hours here now. Though he isn’t moved to purchase anything, he does take his time in reading the notes and plaques presented alongside each item; it’s fascinating how similar antiques in Spirale are to ones where he’s from, surely influenced by the culture of each ward. Still, information is vague and no dates are given, so he has no idea how old anything is -- so while his curiosity has been piqued, it can’t be fully satiated.
Picking up a glass ball that shimmers in the light, rainbows refracting within it, he is distracted from its beauty by another: a girl standing next to him, quite petite, with -- were those horns? He blinks, does a double take -- yes, yes they are. Well, Spirale was an interesting place, that’s for sure; while he hasn’t interacted with anyone who clearly isn’t human yet (besides that robotic boy), even he can recognize that this is most likely a demon of some sort. She stares at the bobble in his hand almost hungrily -- or at least, he thinks her gaze is directed at it, not him. Either way, he’s slightly uncomfortable. Holding it out to her, he asks, “Were you looking at this? It may be beautiful, but there isn’t much else to it, unfortunately.”
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Their arrangement no longer feels unusual to him. He allows Shuten to recline against his back as she drinks, careful not to move so she won’t spill a single drop. Usually he would be nervous to earn her ire, or chattering excitedly, but tonight is different; he stares at a nondescript point in the distance, completely silent save for the softness of his breath. It seems he doesn’t have much to discuss.
hey.. psst
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