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[hahaha-its-jiji-blog]

☽ 『あははは』

    The weather was holding up quite well, even as winter approached. Mikazuki had decided to enjoy it while it lasted and take a stroll through the mansion’s expansive garden. He heard the sound of footsteps, and when he looked he could see a brown head moving on the other side of a hedge, the only resident of any citadel that fit that description and was tall enough to be seen like this.

    Ahh, indeed, when he poked his head around the hedge one of the great spears of Japan was there. O---nnn? Ota... O...arm...? No? Hmm, how embarrassing!

   But it seemed a little too late to hide himself from the unassuming (and, apparently, unmemorable) blade. Well, he would have to greet him, then. "Hahaha, if it isn’t one of the three great spears. Are you enjoying the cool weather, as well?”

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“That’s the second time I’ve seen a spear designed so sleek! That makes it pretty light, doesn’t it?”

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Seidou had been enjoying his new strength by using it in a practical fashion, that was running up and down the side of buildings and jumping in between them. He laughed the entire way too, like a mature person might. This was his strength though, the kind he had fought hard to earn. Well, he had fought, but most of the time he had just been a victim of fate.

There was no need to get into the specifics though. Especially now that he had been distracted, Seidou saw something whirr straight past him. Toungue hanging out in guffaw, he turned around and stopped catching himself on a clothesline hanging in between apartment buildings so he could get a better look at the stranger.

“Hey whatcha doing? You don’t look like a ghoul. Or are you just here to hang out?”

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⊰☠⊱ — It hadn’t been more than a minute since he peeled his eyes away from his katana. He had set it leaning up against the wall next to him as he took a quick piss at some empty alley he was passing through. So much for it being empty, though. Someone was here and that very same someone managed to get their grimy hands on his katana without his knowledge. The disgruntled Tagged was vexed about the fact that he hadn’t detected their presence whatsoever.

Man, what a pain in the ass..

First he had to find out who it was, but how was he going to find someone he hasn’t even seen? Not like the guy would carry around his katana like some complete fool. So there was that. Though Nicolas was hoping the guy or whoever jacked his katana was an idiot. But it wasn’t like things always went his way. It was rare when it did– and something worse happened afterwards.

Sensing a presence nearby, Nicolas quickly whipped his head towards their direction– gaze heavily fixated on their frame.

Would you look at that..

Maybe things would go his way for once without any consequences– he would muse as he kept a wary eye on the only nearby figure. Was this the guy who took his katana? Maybe stashed it away somewhere?

An aloof gaze settled upon the guy– meeting their gaze as he took heavy footsteps towards him, calloused digits wriggled and cracked– clenching his fists. If the guy tried any funny business with him, he would be prepared. After all, his katana wasn’t the only weapon he had.

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Naturally, after a long day’s work, anyone would be hungry -- especially a ghoul, or rather, a half-ghoul. Eto had been patrolling and handling a certain Dove problem and had worked up quite an appetite. As night fell, she took to the streets of Sector Three with one desire: a fresh meal.

Looking around, there were plenty of candidates, though a particularly tall man carrying a particularly long spear that strayed from the masses caught her eye. It was always the tall ones, huh? Eto moved across roof tops with silent foot steps, watching the man until she suddenly jumped down in a blur of pink behind her prey.

The small one dusted herself off before the other, taking a moment to shake her pink cloak free of any dirt or grime, only to reveal more white bandages covering her skin.

Once she was finished, she perked up, swaying like a child.

“Hey, hey,” she called. “Do you perhaps any prior engagements? ... Ah, I’m starving, you see.”

What a peculiar thing to say in such a casual tone while in a back alley.

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The last few weeks have left him understandably exhausted, and Oz wonders if it’ even worth looking through the wreckage for his new housing in sector 1. It’s a long walk, public transports are still out of order, and hallucinations are likely probable on any journey from this grassy hillside where he’s stretched out to his new apartment.

So he decides to lay there, eyes closed, un-moving, with his now badly battered wooden walking stick for a little while. Time passes before he hears footsteps approaching, and his hands grab his make shift cane’s end to point upward, and spin in a small circle.

“Just resting!.. Just resting.” He blinks open his eyes and turns his head toward the new figure. A ... spear wielder? Interesting. “Unless you plan on changing that, of course, though I’d hope you aren’t and I’d advise you not to try.”