#v: bounded chains

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Manny the Inquisitor commissioned from @snow-body

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@lunaferrous | Continued

It was true; he was shivering in his boots. It could've been worse since there's no transparent beings haunting him across the area. 'No, calm your heart,' he reassured himself under the gazebo. The last time that happened, it was the most unpleasant situation they ever had to deal with, with snow no less. He double-checked and inspected the park for any subtle hints telling of a being spying on them. There's no eye to be seen through the trees for now.

"A warm shower to forget these days." He can still talk no matter the weight of this weather. "And how rigorous the rain has been, I'm afraid. I don't see them yet. Those things. Maybe they're taking a vacation? I don't feel more burdens on my head, but sometimes, I overthink they'll come back, like last time."

An unpleasant situation within the tundra; those beings not only haunting him but her as well, all by a simple touch revealing his world to her. He wished he'd gotten a hold of his emotions that time, or else it wouldn't be complicated.

He rubbed both his arms and sat down next to her on the bench. His teeth chattered as he wrapped more of the towel around his entire body. He almost looked like a cocoon with his head peeking out. He will never get used to the cold now, will he?

"No, I don't see them," a gentle smile rose to her. "How have you been faring? I know, it was, a horrific experience. And I haven't recovered from it yet. Know it's a bit late in asking, but wanted to make sure—" A pause and then looking back up to Luna. "Are you okay?"

He is overthinking her well-being this time…

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@lunaferrous | Continued

The shockwave made him flinch whilst she hit her mark. It was impressive than anything else in these dreary woods. What he wasn't sure of was his competency to hold a rifle. There's something to be learned, and it wouldn't hurt to entertain himself to at least…try. It's better than the emptiness of his thoughts, encouraged by these snowflakes making their way down to cover the lands more. It was still melancholic.

Fingers plucked the bug right near the edge of her ear. It was sizable as a beetle; its outer shells were durable to the touch like iron, and its circular eyes were staring right at him. Shame this weather still had an effect to see things from abstractness and hallucination. Katsu could tell this insect was transparent, and he can see his fingers right behind it. No matter though, as he was about to flick it to the snow-covered pile.

Shivers of goosebumps coursed through his body from her touch. She sees it now? He thought, but no — it was already dropped to the snow mound with a hole left behind. That doesn't explain other entities lingering around this area; those shadow folks walking among the tundra like mindless husks. He has yet to see them through the trunks of the trees, nor this trip entirely. And while the melancholic nature of this season drove him into a state of motionlessness, he can still carry the gun without relying on a bed to pass the time. His mood will be better without seeing any of those creatures.

'Don't let anything else distract you,' words forced him to focus onwards as best as he can, and it worked momentarily without blinking a single time.

He tried to mimic the way she held the weapon, but his legs were not spread. The stock of the rifle wasn't pressed against his shoulder; it was hovering there without any support. If he's not careful, the recoil will make him fall back.

Just when he was about to hover his finger near the trigger, something was there. He can feel it. No doubt about it, with his eyes peering through the side to catch sight of a figure. It was dark with no face, peeking through the thick trunk aside. He thought he was free of these beings today, but they're always there, haunting him in his hallucinations.

His whole body shivered as a result, and he couldn't move as it was staring at him.

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@unladielike | Continued

It would be a lie if he said he's used to bustling crowds where his mind is shrouded with many thoughts. He tried to maintain some composure and cherish this moment with a dear friend. When was the last time he visited the night market? It was never with no recollection whatsoever.

His hands wrapped around her arm as a means of safety to keep himself calm under these circumstances. A gentle smile, reassuring he's still having fun even if there were obstacles in the way.

"I- well..."

A moment's hesitation before gazing up at the structure in front of them. Nothing's more petrifying with his face growing pale in seconds. There's no way he could zipline across without panicking in a frenzy.  

"I don't-" He was near close to declining, but he was stubborn for some reason, as if he wanted to face it head on. "No, let's ride it!" an abrupt bout of energy erupted through his jaw.

"How...how...n- no, don't tell me. Let's go! No, I'm not..scared!"

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@royaletiquette | Continued

When he realized who it was, he was stricken with eyes darting downwards and to the side, his intestines twisting into knots. Remember to smile - That’s what he practiced to him, right? In gatherings like these, it’s a must whenever he joins him in these events. 

A polite smile on his features. It was straining. “It’s a bit much.” He joined in taking the view from the balcony, hoping to catch a breeze to cool his anxieties, his weight shifting from foot to foot. "I'm- I'm never used to these, the people asking me so many questions. It's too much. I hope you don't get many as I have. I don't- appreciate, when they- hound me for attention. Is...that normal? It's very uncomfortable..."

If it means staying away from him, he prefers the endless gossips than anything else.

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Someone taking care of him while he's recovering from depression or a panic attack. He has a hard time taking care of himself for now. When other party feels the same way, he makes sure to show care that they showed to him when he was at his low. But with extra love and attention

Morning meals cause he can cook and always willing to listen.

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Here's Masakatsu being cute

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Name: Barbera The Inquisitor (Guardian of Masakatsu)

Age: 350+ (Physically Mid 30s)

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual (Prefers women)

Alignment: Lawful Evil

Height: 6'2

(WIP)