@musexcongregation opened a path into Wonderland
Something in the air smelled different. And no, it was not the blood. That - was a nigh-everyday scent for the Hunter. The title had to have come from something, no?
Heavy combat boots moved with a deceptive silence amongst the carnage that remained of his attackers. Chaos' servants - a pair of odd beasts notorious for ravaging the local sector. Now handled and harmless - riddled with gunshot wounds, oozing technicolor like some liquid Soil. And yet, far too wretched to be put to use as such. He wiped a stray splatter of green from the carapace of Magun, taking a seat upon one of the corpses like he had just hunted himself a furry couch. And just like that, the Weapon was gone beneath his cape. Like the claws of a cat, sliding back into concealment. But his shotgun remained poised to strike, crimson metal resting against his leg. A threat display, meant for whomever or whatever may seek to attack him next. Such was the blunt meaning of the color red.
It was not too often that demons roamed inhabited zones so freely, and Black Wind had more than enough experience with the strange patchwork-world to tell there was a storm brewing on the horizon. A movement, at the core of it all. Darkness stirring in its nest.
But for now, things were quiet. No more foes to force the summoner off his comfortable seat. Good. He appreciated those simple moments of solace between bouts of slaughter. He may be a living gun, but by the Four Winds, he, too, was allowed some shut-eye.
But that, apparently, would have to come later. Blue orbs, one notably shielded by a dark lens, merely observed with uncanny intensity when a figure emerged from the foliage, sparks of portal-magic still recognizable in her aura. An icy glare seemed to drill right through her frame and out the other side, like a peek into the very soul. Kaze had his own ideas of a greeting. Ones that seemed to involve immediately making the person in question uncomfortable via open, wordless staring. Did he even blink?
From his perch, the Demon Gunman eventually spoke.
"Go home. Not a place for kids."
Deep hells, not yet another teenager magically ending up in Wonderland.
