Encounters of a Wolf
"Fate?" And these words that come to him present him with little pictures; clear,familiar, adjoining with the theories of fortune that had come to enlighten him from various tales. Confusing though it is, strangers recently had possessed an intelligence that surely stirred the evangelist that resided within, able to raise a glance that was filled with the auric whirls of wonder rather than that of fatigue.
"Interesting. You allow fate to govern what course of action you must take, almost as if it is a spectral nuisance that will not go away until you make your move. No matter, of little importance." He quips, allowing that air of wisdom to persevere as he peruses the peculiar figure of the other. "Makishima Shogo."
❝ Not necessarily. ❞ Oddly enough, that was the only words she could say on the matter. Such speculations weren't difficult to draw out from the other, considering how any terms could be mistaken. That would be a simple conclusion to conduct. . .if the inconsistency didn't puzzle the sleuth to this point. As if comprehending those solemn words of advice, he seemed to be carrying the tongue of someone who could be older than herself. In other words. . .Is this man a human. . .or someone who carries inhuman capabilities. . .I did pull off that greeting out of curiosity. . .It was only a feeling the sleuth had. Complying to his words, the sleuth seemed to be genuinely pleased with the circumstances and merely offered her own explanations. ❝ It was a rhetorical greeting in which I have taken likely into saying. I had no hint of knowing whether or not fate is responsible for governing my course of actions, however, that will be left for you to decide on its perspective. ❞
Upon hearing his name, somehow it seemed a little familiar. Wasn't he. . .❝ Makishima-san, you say? Tell me, are you aware with a certain criminal on the lose? ❞
