Ā Ā Between running around to explore the island and witnessing the hullabaloo in the middle of the city, The Culprit hadnāt realized that itād been so late into the day when he makes his way back to the center. Of course, touting along with a second person often means keeping an even pace, but the stern nurse who decided to accompany him isnāt breaking much of a sweatā good.
What isnāt good, on the other handā¦ is the roil and bubble underneath his fur. The type of sensation he often experiences when heās being watched, and not by his current companion.
ā¦THIS way. I think weāre beinā followed.
Normally, he isnāt one to show all of his cards on the table, butā¦ ugh, this paranoia is absolutely irritating. Thereās two of them. They can surely handle thisā but the impulsive feeling to throw it off without confrontation is stronger than logicā
He sharply turns. Quickens his pace. His footsteps are harder, almost deliberately so, and beat to the rhythm of two steps than four. The building up ahead seems an ample cageā loathe as he is to be in a cage as The Culprit, itās as if that concern doesnāt currently faze him in the form he takes.
Once Nightingale enters, he closes the door. The warmth of the setting sun dissipates, causing the shadow of the nearby window to eclipse over their own, and he quickly moves out of the way of it, just out of the range of the doorās swing.
Pressed against the wall is the form of a golden-eyed Nightingale, whose gaze is currently fixed on the otherās gun as if urging it to be usedā¦
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Ā Ā Only recently had the Berserker been caught up to speed about the events that transpired at the center of town, her informant being an odd one to be seen running around with. Ā Apparently both are meant to go back in order to receive items from she knows to be a mechanical lifeform, but their path is changed when he brings to her attention a follower.
āTruthfully she saw no need to worry about such a thing, but she only gives a short huff as a response before making way into the crumbling building. Her patience was already stretched thin enough, but the occurrence of her acquaintance taking a form similar to her own was enough to make her ignore the idea of silence. Thereās a good reason why sheās not an Assassin.
ā ā Ā Is this the time to be showing your occult hobbies?! Should we not be heading out?! Ā ā
āA simple glance at her gun wasnāt enough to make her understand, and eventually the stranger was left looking in on a scene of a woman scolding what appeared to be a copy of herself. Unfortunately, Nightingale takes note of the other, a crimson gaze looking them over and over. It was even more unfortunate that she spots the glimpse of the bandaged arm, immediately approaching.
ā ā Ā You! Are you hurt?! Were you injured by the event earlier like the rest? Ā ā
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Kasen raises her brows, her left hand shifting to grasp onto those bandages wrapped around the misty void thatās her arm. But this is not something that can (or should) be revealed. Ever since her arrival here, it feels strangely corporeal, and at this point sheās too afraid to sate her curiosity. There is no immediate cause for alarm, though; the box is performing its function, that of keeping her arm from rotting completely. Itās still just an old injury, as she always says to anyone else who asks.
A bit of nervousness stays with her as she tries to laugh it off. āAhh, no, I wasnāt. Iām perfectly fine.ā An old injury, indeed. Exercising the same caution as before, she maintains her position and notes not just the one approaching her, but also a similar figure in the background. Just what is it about this one that draws her concern, she canāt immediately discern; yet her gaze remains fixed on them as she fumbles for a moment to figure this out.
She reminds herself that staring is rude and she immediately returns to further answer this woman before her. If nothing else, those stray mentions of the occult catch her interest -- on a mysterious island as this, such a thing may hold some significance, even if such a thing doesnāt play by the same rules as in Gensokyo.
āIām sorry for interrupting.ā Her tone, though serious, is gentle through and through. āI was concerned that there were some animals that were displaced in the commotion. My senses must have led me astray, it seems. You wouldnāt have happened to find any in need of attention?ā
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