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Maniac laughing is heard as a slicing metal sound rings in the air. "Well...well...what or who do I have in my nest this time?" A large busted woman jumps out laughing harder a wild grin on her face. "Tell me have you come to get physical with the Osprey?"

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Osprey laughed and spoke, “That sounds German." She replied softly before she lifted her head it had been about two minutes which meant they still had at least, nine minutes maybe before the storm broke out above their heads. 

Her long hair was picked up by the wind, “So what are you doing secluded out here? It must be lonely or do you have company often just appear?" She asked smiling clearly way too curious for her own good.

Her curiousity often got her in trouble and she took a couple steps backwards for safety reasons. Her head caught a sound off in the distance and she stomped her foot her Branch of Sin forming. She jumped back slightly as she held her hand to her ear listening. Letting her blood return to its former state at the sound of only thunder. 

"We must be paranoid…" She murmured under her breath and walked a little faster moving in front of him her eyes glancing behind. “Whatever it was its gone now." Her voice whispered as she awaited an answer from Marchen.

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"It is," ─ no sooner does she part with her immediate reflection of his name than he offers a blunt return, simply because he believes so much goes without saying (the name draws directly from the aforementioned tongue, after all). Straightforward though this particular topic is, he nonetheless takes the time to throw a sidelong glance in the other’s direction: one of some faint confusion, specifically as regards to what she finds so funny about his name sounding German, but largely one…expectant, in a word. Granted, his eyes flicker back to the path ahead of them every few seconds so that they’re not led astray, and he ultimately expects little of the other anyway. Just for her to  betray a glimmer of bemusement, scepticism regarding the pseudonym (much as it can’t be called a ‘name’ entirely).

There’s nothing of the sort observed, however, as he should have expected ─ but never mind; this wouldn’t have been the first such instance. Thus, the guide attention returns to what lies ahead, where it now remains for a good few—…seconds, actually.

Ironically, it’s not the sound which startles the other which similarly startles him: rather, it’s none other than her sudden reaction which causes his steps to come abruptly to a halt, and him to widen his eyes in a fleeting moment of surprise. The identity of the cause for her alarm - after having been quite easily determined as the rumble of thunder - serves to settle him within an instant; henceforth, then, he takes to simply watching his incidental companion during her moments of panic. It’s a touch amusing, admittedly, for all the bravado she’d displayed initially crumbles when faced with something as mundane as thunder. What’s more amusing yet, though, is the fact that he needn’t even beckon her forwards so that they can continue their journey as soon as possible: she strides ahead of him before he’s even raised a hand to wave towards her; that he’s able to only stare dumbly after her for a couple of seconds is hardly surprising, given the spontaneity of— well, of her entire reaction, really.

Her most recent question lost amidst the spectacular of some moments ago, he extends his apologies to the other not long after he’s caught up with her, his head dipping in a gentle bow. (Indeed, he can vaguely remember the line of her query, but it couldn’t help to ask.)

"…You’ll pardon my forgetfulness, but what is it you’d asked of me?" (A couple of bleary-eyed blinks.) “I’d momentarily been distracted by the thunder myself, I fear to say."

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 Turning from her gait in front of him Osprey felt an odd sort of feel on her back as she finished her reaction and her paranoia had settled, "We were leaving to get out of the rain." 

 She slowly turned toward him slightly while she watched him gently her body was definitely relaxed now and she was about to speak about how the storm was about to break out over their heads. She felt the wind change direction and pushed her hair down as it seemed to surround her head. "We should get moving." She didn't know it but she actually had a fear of lightning since she was a child but hey being in a super max prison is scary too so how was she supposed to know?

 She stopped and glanced back, "How much farther is it Marchen?" Osprey questioned as a slight drop of moisture began to fall then stop. Her eyebrow twitched in annoyment from the weather and she pushed her hair away again. She allowed him to get his bearings before she'd snap out another demand or comment. Though she didn't have much patience it wasn't his fault he was suddenly distracted. She had made a fool of herself.

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Seeing how he was slightly worried about the weather she glanced up once more, she’d often done the forecast for multitudes of the prisoners before she’d been cast into. She thoroughly despised doing it but, it did come in handy, now that she was freed. Osprey slowly glanced around her pale green eyes watching all around the darkened skies slowly as she lifted her hands up slightly the wind only a breeze tossing up strands of her platinum hair. Slowly she spoke, “We give the storm about fifteen minutes. Ten at the worst." She assured gently before she slowly took steps toward him a slight smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

Her boot began to slowly crunch the leaves under it before she spoke, “The name is Osprey, well that was our ‘stage name’ and it seemed to stick you know. However we would prefer the name given to us which is Yuugi Shimazu." She smiled more before walking next to him occasionally bobbing through the trees. After patching herself up once more, she seemed to be hyper enough that she barely was injured at all. To anyone else it just looked like her shirt and skin were stained with blood.

"So stranger, who’re you?" 

Her voice chimed slightly as she laughed slightly. Osprey loved new people they seemed fairly entertaining. Some distasteful, some rude beyond hell, and others uninterested. She’d even ran into other Deadmen. This man was different and it interested her more than usual which was strange. Cause most of the gentleman types always came off as pompous asses to her. Osprey laughed slightly at her thoughts before righting herself to walk alongside her ‘guide’  to a certain degree.

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Her positive prediction as regards to how large a window of time they have to reach their intended shelter before they risk being wet is heeded, taken into account ─ unnecessary though it is. (Actually, he himself remains under the impression that the dark clouds above will burst within ten minutes, if even that, though he’s swift to attribute this different in opinion to his predisposition of pessimism.) Whether the storm is - as she’s put it - given ten or fifteen minutes, it should ultimately matter: their starting point alone is close enough to the old chapel he intends them to use as to guarantee they’ll be sheltered from the impeding poor weather within a few minutes; all they need do is navigate through the copse, cross the ever-familiar glade which lies beyond, and that’s that.

Given the fact that they have ample time (if her predictions to be believed) before the rain actually starts falling, he sets off at a leisurely pace: neither too slow nor too hasty. In any case, to reach the shelter sooner rather than later is an advantage, but the gentleman sees no particular need to rush things here ─ after all, they have conversation going here, and though they can easily continue it even after they arrive before the disused church, he’d rather keep the pace of conversation and the pace of their journey near-identical. He’s simply more comfortable that way.

Mention of a ‘stage name’, however, has his interest, to the point that he unwittingly slows in his step as he receives the moniker ─ ‘Osprey’. Her concept of a stage mind possibly differs to his, he doesn’t neglect to consider, but his mind instinctively interprets the phrase literally, or at least does so in the seconds immediately succeeding her introduction; why, even if her stage name means not the pseudonym under which she performs some theatrical work or another, he remains intrigued as to why she’s apparently felt the need to share this nickname of sorts when she prefers her given name.

Speaking of which, he eventually takes to repeating her name once, twice under his (metaphorical) breath: not that he wishes to commit it to memory, near enough certain as he is that he’ll not once refer to her by name whilst they’re in one another’s company, but simply because he finds a certain delight in allowing the foreign name to dance off his tongue.

Yuugi…Shimazu. Yuugi Shimazu.

"…Well, whether you prefer your title or your actual name is ultimately no concern of mine ─ but, either way, it’s a pleasure to meet you." (An empty pleasantry, as per usual, but he seems to offer a faint smile not dissimilar to her own as he glances over his shoulder towards her.) “The stranger to whom you speak - to actually answer your query - is Märchen von Friedhof, though any similar address will also suffice."

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Osprey laughed and spoke, "That sounds German." She replied softly before she lifted her head it had been about two minutes which meant they still had at least, nine minutes maybe before the storm broke out above their heads. 

Her long hair was picked up by the wind, "So what are you doing secluded out here? It must be lonely or do you have company often just appear?" She asked smiling clearly way too curious for her own good.

Her curiousity often got her in trouble and she took a couple steps backwards for safety reasons. Her head caught a sound off in the distance and she stomped her foot her Branch of Sin forming. She jumped back slightly as she held her hand to her ear listening. Letting her blood return to its former state at the sound of only thunder. 

"We must be paranoid..." She murmured under her breath and walked a little faster moving in front of him her eyes glancing behind. "Whatever it was its gone now." Her voice whispered as she awaited an answer from Marchen.

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"You make it sound as if its normally impossible to find this place." Osprey pieced together as she glanced up slightly at his hand she lifted her head up once more. She hated the outdoors sure she was free, and her distaste of the woods around her was evident as she shifted her weight once again. As much as she would like to be comfortable that didn’t seem to be the case this time and it frustrated her slightly. Escaping a super Max security prison was easy, finding your bearings after however, made her seem like the idiots that worked at the prison.

"Listen whoever you are, and as much as it pains us to ask this, we don’t feel like being in the rain." Osprey pointed her finger up toward the sky where a mass of dark clouds began to over take the once clear sky. She almost didn’t notice the smell of rain with as much of a stink of blood on her person. She brought her arm up to her face sniffing slightly. All the blood on her was going to take forever to get off let alone smell normal again. Her blonde brows furrowed slightly. Her impatience began to show once again. She approached the man stopping a few feet from him, even though she knew nothing about him she figured that he was smart and well educated based on his speech.

"We would appretiate if we could continue this conversation perhaps somewhere more comfortable. We don’t mind talking with you." She commented which was the entire truth of the matter. She stopped talking and glanced up slightly, “Its entirely up to you."

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"It is normally impossible, mm," ─ this he says rather absentmindedly, in a distracted mutter to himself; perhaps a moment later, his brow furrows into the smallest of frowns before he amends his words. “It is rather difficult, in any case, but at the same time it somehow isn’t. I can’t spent on behalf of those who’ve had the misfortune to find themselves lost in this particular area, true as it is that I myself have never found myself here, although…" Letting his sentence hang, unfinished, in the air, he simply stares at the girl momentarily: not through any sort of hostility, but - rather - as though gauging her apparent stance on the matter will help him conjure a suitable end to his sentence. Perhaps unsurprisingly, he finds nothing by way of staring (unnervingly unblinkingly, at that), and thus resorts to leaving the matter with a vague shrug of his shoulders. “Either one is lost or one seeks something, as I’ve said: I’ve yet to meet somebody ‘just passing through’ these deeper parts of the woodland."

Albeit silently, her acting guide for this evening awards her credit for having noticed the impeding poor weather: he himself is the sort to notice these things too late. For a moment, he holds a hand out before him again - though this time with his palm facing upwards - as though to check for rain right this instant; regardless of the weather, though, to find somewhere ‘more comfortable’ (as she had put it) would be beneficial anyway, and it barely takes him a second before deciding on a change of location.

He half-turns towards their decided destination, hesitates as though uncertain in some way or another. Perhaps it would be an idea to guide her first to the nearby brook, so that she might have an opportunity to clean herself? Being as familiar to the vital fluid as he is, the blood actually doesn’t disconcert him to any credible extent ─ it’s admittedly more distracting than it is anything else (the stench, specifically speaking, more so than the sight). Never mind, he concludes after some seconds of contemplation: were she herself that bothered, she’d have made such a suggestion herself.

Thus, the gentleman gestures with a nod of his head in the direction they’re to travel for a brief while before turning away from her completely ─ though he doesn’t yet begin: he moves to make a start, taking one slight step forwards, granted, but not wanting there to be any miscommunication between the two of them (the forest would surely be unforgiving if she were to get left behind or otherwise lost), he elects to voice - as well as gesture - his instruction,

"If you wouldn’t mind following me…?"

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Seeing how he was slightly worried about the weather she glanced up once more, she'd often done the forecast for multitudes of the prisoners before she'd been cast into. She thoroughly despised doing it but, it did come in handy, now that she was freed. Osprey slowly glanced around her pale green eyes watching all around the darkened skies slowly as she lifted her hands up slightly the wind only a breeze tossing up strands of her platinum hair. Slowly she spoke, "We give the storm about fifteen minutes. Ten at the worst." She assured gently before she slowly took steps toward him a slight smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

Her boot began to slowly crunch the leaves under it before she spoke, "The name is Osprey, well that was our 'stage name' and it seemed to stick you know. However we would prefer the name given to us which is Yuugi Shimazu." She smiled more before walking next to him occasionally bobbing through the trees. After patching herself up once more, she seemed to be hyper enough that she barely was injured at all. To anyone else it just looked like her shirt and skin were stained with blood.

"So stranger, who're you?" 

Her voice chimed slightly as she laughed slightly. Osprey loved new people they seemed fairly entertaining. Some distasteful, some rude beyond hell, and others uninterested. She'd even ran into other Deadmen. This man was different and it interested her more than usual which was strange. Cause most of the gentleman types always came off as pompous asses to her. Osprey laughed slightly at her thoughts before righting herself to walk alongside her 'guide'  to a certain degree.

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The chachaoong was quite glad to have personal space given to him. At least he would have room to move, in case something happens. It didn’t mean anything to him if she was bleeding or not. She...

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Osprey grabbed him by the collar and spoke, "You know we would've been fine leaving you behind had it been something other than another deadman, you could be grateful that we blocked that shot and kept it from injuring you." She sighed and loosened her grip on his collar looking down slightly. Talking to.herself she stood away from him, "We can't just leave you to die its not right, but maybe we made the wrong decision if you can't even trust us a little!" She yelled slightly outraged at the nerve and she grabbed his hand leading him through the city toward the woods. Rain cascaded down her face as she looked behind her gripping his hand tighter. "We will make sure your safe before we leave." Was all she said before she stopped under a huge tree. "Just tell us where to take you."

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Osprey was getting no where with this man at all and it infuriated her, though she did let her weaponized blood fall pooling beneath her boot as a thought arouse in the deepest part of her mind. “Perhaps we should consider approaching you in a different manner one much less,...

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"You make it sound as if its normally impossible to find this place." Osprey pieced together as she glanced up slightly at his hand she lifted her head up once more. She hated the outdoors sure she was free, and her distaste of the woods around her was evident as she shifted her weight once again. As much as she would like to be comfortable that didn't seem to be the case this time and it frustrated her slightly. Escaping a super Max security prison was easy, finding your bearings after however, made her seem like the idiots that worked at the prison.

"Listen whoever you are, and as much as it pains us to ask this, we don't feel like being in the rain." Osprey pointed her finger up toward the sky where a mass of dark clouds began to over take the once clear sky. She almost didn't notice the smell of rain with as much of a stink of blood on her person. She brought her arm up to her face sniffing slightly. All the blood on her was going to take forever to get off let alone smell normal again. Her blonde brows furrowed slightly. Her impatience began to show once again. She approached the man stopping a few feet from him, even though she knew nothing about him she figured that he was smart and well educated based on his speech.

"We would appretiate if we could continue this conversation perhaps somewhere more comfortable. We don't mind talking with you." She commented which was the entire truth of the matter. She stopped talking and glanced up slightly, "Its entirely up to you."

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In the nest...

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The chachaoong was quite glad to have personal space given to him. At least he would have room to move, in case something happens. It didn’t mean anything to him if she was bleeding or not. She had the scent of blood and he never liked that sort of scent. It was label as a warning in his mind since forever. “Don’t care about that. You had blood on you either way.” The rain was erasing that scent…. Well, most of it as his ears picked up sounds of her walking into the rain. When she had mentioned ‘Branch of Sin’, it reminded him of someone he met quite a while ago. What did he do to attract these sort of people…? Was someone really pranking him about the people who used their blood as a weapon?

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Hate because of branch of sin? He knew he wasn’t bias about that sort of thing. It was more on attitude and reputation he would judge someone for anything. After all, he can only think of them as humans, regardless of power or mutation they had. “Depends on what you will do.” The blind wasn’t all that interested in her or what she will do. But he was concerned on about getting out of here if a fight was to break out. It was one thing that they could talk, but it was a different thing if he was attacked. For now, it seemed she was keeping her word about not going to attack him as he heard her kicking some of the water in the rain.

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Hearing something Osprey jumped back skidding slightly as she stopped in front of him bent down slightly like a skater her eyes darted around the scenery and she brought her leg up blocking something. The capsule of sorts broke apart and splattered around them she lowered her hand and spoke, "Someone's here we need to leave, we don't want to hear any complaints so either grab my hand or get hit." Osprey spoke seriously as she heard something approaching. She grabbed him around the waist and jumped up slightly before grabbing a flagpole and making it to the roof. She didn't let go of him as she traveled across the rooftops. "We don't care if your not enjoying yourself. We wouldn't have left you back there." She said a slight annoyance as she dropped down landing safely before she quickly moved away from him letting her Branch of Sin lose its form and fall into a puddle. She expected him to snap at her as she held her arm slightly.

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In the nest...

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“How can I be sure of that you wouldn’t attack me in the next few moments or minutes? Regardless of the fact of you haven’t done it yet.” The chachaoong wouldn’t let his guard down as he felt her being closer to him. Why did it seem that he was attracting female nutcases lately? Was there something he did? He hoped not. And he wouldn’t dare to anger one just yet due to not knowing what she can do… aside from killing considering he had smell blood on her and in the immediate area. “Why would you want to know that?”

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Osprey reached a now clean hand out as rain fell one drop at a time around them, thunder rumbled in the distance and lightning flashed. “Because we are trying to stay alive how can we trust you?” The platinum blonde asked as she barely brushed the back of her fingers against his cheek fingers brushing even carefully against the scar on his eye level. Her pale green eyes curiously took in every detail before she retreated her hand. “We are not one to kill someone without a reason. Do relax would you. Now lets get inside, its about to rain.” She whispered gently as she smiled over her shoulder and took his hand pulling him behind her gently leading him under an onning. Just like she said sheets of rain gradually began to pour, “My, my, the rain always soothes us.” 

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The fresh smell of rain infiltrated his senses as it made the other scents fading or stronger. It had its fair share of bad memories for him. The blind quickly used his hand to shove her hand away from his face. “How can I trust you?” He never liked anyone touching near his eyes, especially the scar. More so with a stranger whom he didn’t know if she would kill him or not on the spot when he let his guard down. As if he could relax with being with a girl who smelt of blood and kept calling herself ‘we’…. Plural even if he can only hear one person being with him. Being in the rain never minded him as he rarely ever got sick from being soaked. But having his hand taken and then quite dragged was something he did mind about, even if it was to get out of the rain. “Tch.” Once under, Hiljo pulled his hand away from her as quickly as he can.

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Surprised at his reaction actually Osprey looked down and took a step away from him clearly getting the message. “You know…we haven’t killed anyone…this blood on us is ours.” She whispered looking down softly she hadn’t been rejected ever in the prison. The feeling was unwanted and actually hurt. “We don’t try to be what we are you know! After we inherited the Branch of Sin we were thrown in that prison.” She lowered her voice as she looked down and just stepped out into the rain clenching her hands as her clothing ran with the red color till it was cleaned same with her skin and hair. She didn’t care that it was cold, it felt rejuvenating.

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The chachaoong was quite glad to have personal space given to him. At least he would have room to move, in case something happens. It didn’t mean anything to him if she was bleeding or not. She had the scent of blood and he never liked that sort of scent. It was label as a warning in his mind since forever. “Don’t care about that. You had blood on you either way.” The rain was erasing that scent…. Well, most of it as his ears picked up sounds of her walking into the rain. When she had mentioned ‘Branch of Sin’, it reminded him of someone he met quite a while ago. What did he do to attract these sort of people…? Was someone really pranking him about the people who used their blood as a weapon?

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Hamon slowly turned to him and spoke, “Hil Jo, do you hate us? Because of what we are?” She questioned an odd sound echoed like the sound of rain being cut in two. Her voice carried slightly as Hamon slowly lifted her heel to touch the smooth red blade that seemed to pulse with life. Her very own Branch of Sin, the Osprey’s Drive. “Its a simple question not very hard to think about but we will admit that being hated isn't a nice feeling.” She motioned for the heel to change into a pointed tip and she began to slowly change stances before kicking her leg out splitting more of the rain. To pass the time. 

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In the nest...

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“How can I be sure of that you wouldn’t attack me in the next few moments or minutes? Regardless of the fact of you haven’t done it yet.” The chachaoong wouldn’t let his guard down as he felt her being closer to him. Why did it seem that he was attracting female nutcases lately? Was there something he did? He hoped not. And he wouldn’t dare to anger one just yet due to not knowing what she can do… aside from killing considering he had smell blood on her and in the immediate area. “Why would you want to know that?”

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Osprey reached a now clean hand out as rain fell one drop at a time around them, thunder rumbled in the distance and lightning flashed. “Because we are trying to stay alive how can we trust you?” The platinum blonde asked as she barely brushed the back of her fingers against his cheek fingers brushing even carefully against the scar on his eye level. Her pale green eyes curiously took in every detail before she retreated her hand. “We are not one to kill someone without a reason. Do relax would you. Now lets get inside, its about to rain.” She whispered gently as she smiled over her shoulder and took his hand pulling him behind her gently leading him under an onning. Just like she said sheets of rain gradually began to pour, “My, my, the rain always soothes us.” 

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The fresh smell of rain infiltrated his senses as it made the other scents fading or stronger. It had its fair share of bad memories for him. The blind quickly used his hand to shove her hand away from his face. “How can I trust you?” He never liked anyone touching near his eyes, especially the scar. More so with a stranger whom he didn’t know if she would kill him or not on the spot when he let his guard down. As if he could relax with being with a girl who smelt of blood and kept calling herself ‘we’…. Plural even if he can only hear one person being with him. Being in the rain never minded him as he rarely ever got sick from being soaked. But having his hand taken and then quite dragged was something he did mind about, even if it was to get out of the rain. “Tch.” Once under, Hiljo pulled his hand away from her as quickly as he can.

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Surprised at his reaction actually Osprey looked down and took a step away from him clearly getting the message. "You know...we haven't killed anyone...this blood on us is ours." She whispered looking down softly she hadn't been rejected ever in the prison. The feeling was unwanted and actually hurt. "We don't try to be what we are you know! After we inherited the Branch of Sin we were thrown in that prison." She lowered her voice as she looked down and just stepped out into the rain clenching her hands as her clothing ran with the red color till it was cleaned same with her skin and hair. She didn't care that it was cold, it felt rejuvenating.

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In the nest...

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Yup. He met another nut case after all. How many more will he run into before he dies? Probably several more. Though the bird name had remind him of something…. He should thread carefully if his suspicions were true. The blind didn’t move a bit when he heard the quick sound of movement coming toward him. If she showed strong signs of hostility toward him, he was ready for what may come. For now, he sensed there was some…. “Why would you be interested in knowing that?”

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Osprey slightly smiled and she spoke, “Well isn’t it only fair that you tell us your name after we’ve introduced ourselves?” She said in a friendly tone as she slowly backed away her slightly bloody hands moved away from his face behind her the movement passing by his face. “Your eyes are really pretty Mr.” She commented with a joyful tone as she admired them before touching his chest awaiting a reply, “Why don’t you humor us?” 

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He knew the female… Yuugi, was speaking the truth about manners. But something told him that this one could be dangerous if he doesn’t tread carefully. The blind moved himself away from her by a couple of steps as not to be touched by her. Despite of the tone she was giving toward him, he still felt distrustful toward her…. Maybe unease with her…. Why did she talk about his eyes? Did she notice? It was hard to tell. “Fine. The name is Hiljo. Happy now?”

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Laughing slightly in a warm voice Yuugi spoke, “Actually very, we won’t harm you, you haven’t done anything to wrong us, that means you can relax, Hiljo.” She offered her reasons as she noticed him back up she followed till his back was to the wall. “And besides if we had wanted you dead you would’ve been dead already.” She whispered laughing slightly but then quieted down. The female Deadman noticed a great many things about Hiljo, he was fairly timid around her and she could understand but, what intrigued her was his appearance; his eyes, the scar she could see, and his odd colored hair. It all intrigued her.

“So Hiljo how did you find us?” 

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“How can I be sure of that you wouldn’t attack me in the next few moments or minutes? Regardless of the fact of you haven’t done it yet.” The chachaoong wouldn’t let his guard down as he felt her being closer to him. Why did it seem that he was attracting female nutcases lately? Was there something he did? He hoped not. And he wouldn’t dare to anger one just yet due to not knowing what she can do… aside from killing considering he had smell blood on her and in the immediate area. “Why would you want to know that?”

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Osprey reached a now clean hand out as rain fell one drop at a time around them, thunder rumbled in the distance and lightning flashed. "Because we are trying to stay alive how can we trust you?" The platinum blonde asked as she barely brushed the back of her fingers against his cheek fingers brushing even carefully against the scar on his eye level. Her pale green eyes curiously took in every detail before she retreated her hand. "We are not one to kill someone without a reason. Do relax would you. Now lets get inside, its about to rain." She whispered gently as she smiled over her shoulder and took his hand pulling him behind her gently leading him under an onning. Just like she said sheets of rain gradually began to pour, "My, my, the rain always soothes us." 

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Dead OR Alive?

 It was too quiet, no breathing, no pulse, no sound of the blood flowing within her veins everything was much too quiet. The scene was trashed in every way. The deserted scenery of the house she had been in was completely ripped apart. Floorboards missing, walls with holes, furniture in ruin. The table smashed through by the body on top of it. Familiar silver, platinum blonde hair was splayed around a woman's face and head. The body still, the eyes open, but without any light.

 The woman known by Osprey or Yuugi Shimazu was motionless. Her blood dry on her wounds. She was dead for all intended purposes. When a jolt went through her body and a sudden scream erupted from her. Her spine arched as the blood on the floor was pulled back into her body and her wounds closed. 

 Her body fell back down and her pale green eyes darted around the room as her breath came in quick rasps. The rasps were replaced by pants and soon deep labored breaths. Crunching glass made her attempt to move but it was too soon. Whoever was upon her she was left to their mercy or help. 

 "Who's there?" Her voice called out as she left her head tilted back not attempting to look at the shadowed silhouette in front of her. Osprey only turned her head to the right and glared at the shadow slightly, unsure who or what was here.

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Well, Well~

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Osprey hissed out a curse as she straightened her posture on hand resting on a shapely hip her pale green eyes burning with an intense emotion torn between hate and annoyance. Stabbing her fingers into her hair removing the scarlet stained mat of hair from her vision. Her chest slightly thrummed from pain as well as most of her muscles. The adrenaline was gone, and the exhaustion she’d expirenced from her anemic state was setting in on her.

She scoffed slightly at his attitude as her slightly high voice spoke out once again she used “us” and “we”. Normally the guards told her she had a sense of nosism where the individual compared their personality to another entity or version of themselves., “We do not require any assitance from the like of men. Unless you mean to attack us, we’d rather be left alone to lick our wounds.” That comment triggered her bring her pale tanned cut fingers to her lips where she quickly cleaned her middle finger of some blood before her tongue darted back between her white lipstick stained lips. 

“Who are you exactly? What do you want with us? Its not normal for men to be around us without attempting to murder us without a second thought.” Osprey whispered slightly still skeptical of the man in front of her. She shifted again as her side bled a little from the renewed movement. Gaining slight strength Osprey stomped her foot a heel of blood forming, her Branch of Sin. She spoke more annoyed now from the pain she was experiencing to him, “Well are you going to answer us or just stand there like a mute?” 

[corpseductorr]

“Oh…?” Interestingly, there’s a bit of intonation in his voice here ─ an emphasis of curiosity more than anything else (though there’s perhaps an inkling of mock indignation here, too), and - surely enough - once the moment’s past, slightly-widen eyes and marginally-cocked brow return to their default positions. In spite of his theatrics, he’s able to find something genuinely interesting in the girl’s tale: it’s not his to pursue on account of her being alive, but, all the same, there must be something at least vaguely worthwhile in prodding at this one through casual conversation, even if he’d do so to simply satiate this momentary…inquisitiveness, for want of a better word.

He has the nerve to smile - if only fleetingly - in the face of her apparent threats, too. For somebody who doesn’t require any assistance from the likes of him, she seems quite keen nonetheless to seek help from him in the form of answers; her rhetorical question also does little to help her come across as intimidating in any credible way ─ she’s barely given him a moment to consider her questions, let alone actually answer them. Once the smile (much the raise of the brow before it) has fallen from the musician face, he takes to nonchalantly waving her away, maintaining all the while that infuriating calm of his.

“Rest assured, Fräulein,” (the address - familiar though it is to him - happens to be strained ever so slightly, if largely for the sake of play) “I would be quite content in tending to your question on the condition it’s…ah, relevant to the situation at hand,” ─ a vague wave about their surroundings concludes his sentence, soon after which he takes a small step towards her. He doesn’t do so without a certain caution, however: whether her preferred method of offensive defence would do any lasting damage remains to be seen, but he could do without finding an answer if at all possible; thus, to not turn on her even if she truly isn’t seeking any help is within his best interests.

…That said, his response ends on that same teasing note, never mind his level tone. (This is all really rather childish of him, yes, but he can hardly be blamed: to approach the present in any way other than as is would be a wasted opportunity for a session of amusement, rare as these moments are.)

“I’ll grant you answers on the further condition that you allow me time to answer, in fact.” He watches carefully for a moment or two, expression softening so that she might be able to determine for herself he means no harm beyond the dull remarks. “In any case, I advise you ‘lick your wounds’ sooner rather than later, however.”

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Osprey was getting no where with this man at all and it infuriated her, though she did let her weaponized blood fall pooling beneath her boot as a thought arouse in the deepest part of her mind. "Perhaps we should consider approaching you in a different manner one much less, hostile," Her voice seemed hoarse in comparison to his and it further annoyed her as she backed away slightly putting distance between them till her back met something for her to lean on. Clenching her fists her blood was pulled from her skin back into the wounds and she spoke, "We get ahead of ourselves, of course when our life is on the line multiple hours of the day you do not often trust those around you." The platinum blonde haired woman explained before she fell silent and crossed her arms under her chest slightly.

Osprey was nothing less than a femme fatale she despised that she was a killer forced to ill for amusement of others. Her pale green eyes shifted to the man in front of her. He didn't seem like a threat but her instincts screamed at her slightly as she quickly stopped staring and dropped her gaze down to her bleeding side she kneeled down and sifted through her boot as it appeared. In the heel of the left sole however she had been smart enough to hide a roll of bandages since something the guards thought she was fighting them in the prison.

Standing once more she grabbed the hem of her shirt and held it between her teeth bringing it up high enough to see her wound on the right side of her ribs. Her pale skin was riddled with smooth clean cuts all only her stomach and sides as well as her back. Her eyes just accesed the newest edition to those scars. The shot had pierced between the third and forth rib placing one end on the wound she coiled the white bandaged tightly and pinned it there before dropping her shirt. 

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In the nest...

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Yup. He met another nut case after all. How many more will he run into before he dies? Probably several more. Though the bird name had remind him of something…. He should thread carefully if his suspicions were true. The blind didn’t move a bit when he heard the quick sound of movement coming toward him. If she showed strong signs of hostility toward him, he was ready for what may come. For now, he sensed there was some…. “Why would you be interested in knowing that?”

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Osprey slightly smiled and she spoke, “Well isn’t it only fair that you tell us your name after we’ve introduced ourselves?” She said in a friendly tone as she slowly backed away her slightly bloody hands moved away from his face behind her the movement passing by his face. “Your eyes are really pretty Mr.” She commented with a joyful tone as she admired them before touching his chest awaiting a reply, “Why don’t you humor us?” 

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He knew the female… Yuugi, was speaking the truth about manners. But something told him that this one could be dangerous if he doesn't tread carefully. The blind moved himself away from her by a couple of steps as not to be touched by her. Despite of the tone she was giving toward him, he still felt distrustful toward her…. Maybe unease with her…. Why did she talk about his eyes? Did she notice? It was hard to tell. “Fine. The name is Hiljo. Happy now?”

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Laughing slightly in a warm voice Yuugi spoke, "Actually very, we won't harm you, you haven't done anything to wrong us, that means you can relax, Hiljo." She offered her reasons as she noticed him back up she followed till his back was to the wall. "And besides if we had wanted you dead you would've been dead already." She whispered laughing slightly but then quieted down. The female Deadman noticed a great many things about Hiljo, he was fairly timid around her and she could understand but, what intrigued her was his appearance; his eyes, the scar she could see, and his odd colored hair. It all intrigued her.

"So Hiljo how did you find us?" 

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In the nest...

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nolongerhavemysigh entered the nest!

“Eh…?” A large busty woman glances over a blood splattered cheek seen with matted platinum blonde hair against it, “Can we help you with something…sir?” The blonde questioned the odd looking man as she tilted her head licking blood of her middle finger. Tongue darting out between her white lipstick stained lips.

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The blind chachaoong turned his head to the direction of the voice he recently heard. A stranger to him. It had puzzled him for a moment on why the female said ‘we’ when he could only hear one person. Perhaps another nut case, considering a familiar scent of blood. As if having more than one in his life was bad enough…. “No. But who are you?”

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“We are known by many names, though we prefer either Osprey or Yuugi, whichever you prefer.” The blonde had a sense of nosism or when one refers to one’s self as “we”, “us”, and “our”. Probably from being in the prison much too long.

The platinum blonde whispered as she stood up and with what seemed to be a mere second was in front of him her pale green eyes had their own smile to them as she grinned slightly, “What about you?”

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Yup. He met another nut case after all. How many more will he run into before he dies? Probably several more. Though the bird name had remind him of something…. He should thread carefully if his suspicions were true. The blind didn’t move a bit when he heard the quick sound of movement coming toward him. If she showed strong signs of hostility toward him, he was ready for what may come. For now, he sensed there was some…. “Why would you be interested in knowing that?”

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Osprey slightly smiled and she spoke, "Well isn't it only fair that you tell us your name after we've introduced ourselves?" She said in a friendly tone as she slowly backed away her slightly bloody hands moved away from his face behind her the movement passing by his face. "Your eyes are really pretty Mr." She commented with a joyful tone as she admired them before touching his chest awaiting a reply, "Why don't you humor us?" 

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Well, Well~

 A woman glanced around her surroundings her platinum blonde hair matted against her face from sweat of her running away from the Deadman Wonderland. She’d finally gotten that damned collar off and she was safe finally. She was dressed rather oddly right now compared to her surroundings. Her black slight v neck shirt was tied secured around her neck the bright white color was stained a blood red from her own blood of the escape. 

“We underestimated those fools….” How could she have been so blind before that shot hit her ribs. She was lucky she was able to dig it out. Her dark blue jeans were slightly dashed with lighter bleached spots also had blood on them. She stopped a couple minutes to rest and a shadow came up behind her slightly making her slowly turn. “And who do you think you are sneaking up on us?” The blonde hissed her mid shin tall, black leather boots scuffed slightly as she turned to face the mysterious man in front of her. 

She’d lost too much blood to use her Branch of Sin, her calling card as the Osprey. If this man was hostile she would be utterly screwed. 

[corpseductorr]

It’s a foul stench which attracts one to the other: not for an animalistic hunger but, rather thankfully, for a curiosity, albeit a particularly morbid one. By no means is the gentleman a stranger to the metallic tang of blood in the air, and it’s more so a case of ‘because’ rather than ‘despite’ that a step towards investigation is made ─ quite impulsively, as most of his decision are made, though nevertheless… Well, the source of the nauseating smell might ultimately be none of his concern, but should prove as some entertainment (inappropriate as the word would seem to most) all the same.

So tonight’s visitor is approached neutrally. He doesn’t extend a hand towards her - metaphorically or physically -, be it to offer assistance or to strike out at her; the moments immediately following her acknowledging of presence are largely devoid of any response as a whole, save a barely noticeable quirk of his lips, his brow.

“…Had I intended on sneaking up on you” (there’s a moment’s faltering as he registers - if somewhat belatedly - her use of ‘us’ ─ odd) “I would at least have made an effort. Regardless, who I think I am - whether I am, as supposed, sneaking up on you or otherwise - I shouldn’t think to be any concern of yours.” Although both his tone and his words themselves are rather dull, he genuinely doesn’t mean to deny her an answer out of a sort of malice: indeed, as matters stand at present, he hasn’t any views to antagonise her in any way, though nor does he even begin to contemplating tending to her predicament. On the contrary, the best he manages to do for the time being is to inspect her (as best he can in the dim light of the evening’s forest) with that usual air of indifference of his ─ and even then, despite what had initially drawn him to her, his interest doesn’t seem to have been piqued for certain.

But the stranger’s deemed to be worth a moment of his time, if nothing more. A brief while longer is spent in silence before pale lips part again, now offering a question in place of an answer—

“Personally, I’d think it more worth our while to consider your situation rather than mine.”

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Osprey hissed out a curse as she straightened her posture on hand resting on a shapely hip her pale green eyes burning with an intense emotion torn between hate and annoyance. Stabbing her fingers into her hair removing the scarlet stained mat of hair from her vision. Her chest slightly thrummed from pain as well as most of her muscles. The adrenaline was gone, and the exhaustion she'd expirenced from her anemic state was setting in on her.

She scoffed slightly at his attitude as her slightly high voice spoke out once again she used "us" and "we". Normally the guards told her she had a sense of nosism where the individual compared their personality to another entity or version of themselves., "We do not require any assitance from the like of men. Unless you mean to attack us, we'd rather be left alone to lick our wounds." That comment triggered her bring her pale tanned cut fingers to her lips where she quickly cleaned her middle finger of some blood before her tongue darted back between her white lipstick stained lips. 

"Who are you exactly? What do you want with us? Its not normal for men to be around us without attempting to murder us without a second thought." Osprey whispered slightly still skeptical of the man in front of her. She shifted again as her side bled a little from the renewed movement. Gaining slight strength Osprey stomped her foot a heel of blood forming, her Branch of Sin. She spoke more annoyed now from the pain she was experiencing to him, "Well are you going to answer us or just stand there like a mute?" 

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Well, Well~

 A woman glanced around her surroundings her platinum blonde hair matted against her face from sweat of her running away from the Deadman Wonderland. She'd finally gotten that damned collar off and she was safe finally. She was dressed rather oddly right now compared to her surroundings. Her black slight v neck shirt was tied secured around her neck the bright white color was stained a blood red from her own blood of the escape. 

"We underestimated those fools...." How could she have been so blind before that shot hit her ribs. She was lucky she was able to dig it out. Her dark blue jeans were slightly dashed with lighter bleached spots also had blood on them. She stopped a couple minutes to rest and a shadow came up behind her slightly making her slowly turn. "And who do you think you are sneaking up on us?" The blonde hissed her mid shin tall, black leather boots scuffed slightly as she turned to face the mysterious man in front of her. 

She'd lost too much blood to use her Branch of Sin, her calling card as the Osprey. If this man was hostile she would be utterly screwed. 

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In the nest...

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nolongerhavemysigh entered the nest!

“Eh…?” A large busty woman glances over a blood splattered cheek seen with matted platinum blonde hair against it, “Can we help you with something…sir?” The blonde questioned the odd looking man as she tilted her head licking blood of her middle finger. Tongue darting out between her white lipstick stained lips.

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The blind chachaoong turned his head to the direction of the voice he recently heard. A stranger to him. It had puzzled him for a moment on why the female said ‘we’ when he could only hear one person. Perhaps another nut case, considering a familiar scent of blood. As if having more than one in his life was bad enough…. “No. But who are you?”

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"We are known by many names, though we prefer either Osprey or Yuugi, whichever you prefer." The blonde had a sense of nosism or when one refers to one's self as "we", "us", and "our". Probably from being in the prison much too long.

The platinum blonde whispered as she stood up and with what seemed to be a mere second was in front of him her pale green eyes had their own smile to them as she grinned slightly, "What about you?"

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Encounter

"You've got to be f*cking kidding our ass!" 

A loud ringing voice was heard down the halls of G-Block. A rather large busty, but not too large, woman with bright platinum blonde strands of hair that draped in the middle of her face down her nose and covered most of the right side of her face stomped down the halls her mid-shin tall, black leather, platform boots carried her striding body. 

"We find it disturbing that the men here are so untolerable!" 

Stomping until she got to the rec room the woman better known by the name of 'Osprey', as transcribed on her twin black metal plated belts slung low across her shapely hips. Faced a man in the rec room already using the weights there. She was clearly not happy this only further pissed her off. Speak of the devil.

"Who the hell are you?"