“My partner told me that you have questions about a specific kind of plague.” And his voice rings out into the darkness [ he knew the other man was there ], into a specific direction, whose corner was all but invisible to him. Staying turned, staying occupied with a match in his hand, and a multitude of candles the reaper goes on about igniting in those premises of theirs [ Kain is not around, so it’s just a usual that Arima would fulfil whatever the demon usually goes on about in daily work ]. Flickering and dancing shadow of a fire was dutifully set upon one, then another little waiting candlewick - abundance of more following after - until he finds himself satisfied, moves his hand to extinguish the small lit piece in his hand, before placing it back and neatly aside to be discarded.
“From what he explained to me, it spirals around the means of ghouls. If this is about the case in Dowa and the ask for help from a specific man named Lilium, then I find myself inclined to mention, that my squad and I nearly managed to eradicate said problem.” So why is it, when he says ‘nearly’, that the Reaper was so far away and off from the tumultuous disaster of humanity’s demise? “We still search for the source of said outbreak.” So calm, compliant and unfazed by problems. How ridiculous of a spectacle, should it appear to be for anybody else. “As I do tend to keep this place in order, whenever my lover is not around, May I offer you something?” // @e--nomine
