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New territory. [Completed]
Character(s): Shiki, Inu, and... eventually Kiriwar and the Lone power, as well as Akira.
Content: Shiki enters, and comes across quite an interesting sight.
Setting: Just inside Muspelheim.
Time: Night..ish.
Warnings: VIOLENCES, oh noez.
It was a strange place. He wasn’t sure if he liked it or hated it, mostly because he had apparently no choice in the matter of being there or not. But it was an interesting city—quaint and quiet, situated in a kingly state within the recesses of its elaborately painted domes, somehow managing to be downright gorgeous, yet subtle, homey at the same time—with a bit of intimidation mixed in. He could give it that. The line gave him time to think, to contemplate what sort of events could have lead up to this point, what sort of things may have happened to him, any miscalculations…
Preposterous. Shiki was not the one at fault; surely there was something else behind this. But there had to be some sort of explanation, and within an hour decided this as his ultimate goal: finding the secrets of this “Paixao” if it was the last thing he did. He had a tournament to win, after all—and for all he knew, this could be the doings of Vischio in order to distance him from obtaining what he was so close to, what was truly his. Hmph.
When it was his turn, Shiki’s eyes focused in on the great city that was set before him. His gaze was blank and his lips were parted—but he was most definitely interested in discovering what lay ahead him. As the girl that stood at the gate asked him, “May I have your name, sir?” his gaze didn’t waver.
“Shiki,” he replied half-heartedly, a slow half-smirk dawning on his sleek features. He felt a light metal object placed into one of his hands, and took a moment to glance down at it. A black brow quirked; what was this?
Stepping into the city, he flipped it open to give it a proper inspection. It seemed to be an electronic journal of some sort, from what he gathered--extremely useful. But he'd fiddle with it later; he had a whole city to explore now.
Just after taking a few steps into the city, taking a glance around at the impressively gorgeous (and oddly clean to him, considering where he'd come from) cityscape, his eyes didn't take long to finally rest upon a rather interesting sight. Was that... someone... tied to a pole?
Arching a brow and smirking slightly in vague interest, the man in black advanced forward to see just what this was all about. Perhaps, as Shiki moved closer, the individual who he intended to approach could pick up his distinct scent--metal, blood, and leather.
Content: Shiki enters, and comes across quite an interesting sight.
Setting: Just inside Muspelheim.
Time: Night..ish.
Warnings: VIOLENCES, oh noez.
It was a strange place. He wasn’t sure if he liked it or hated it, mostly because he had apparently no choice in the matter of being there or not. But it was an interesting city—quaint and quiet, situated in a kingly state within the recesses of its elaborately painted domes, somehow managing to be downright gorgeous, yet subtle, homey at the same time—with a bit of intimidation mixed in. He could give it that. The line gave him time to think, to contemplate what sort of events could have lead up to this point, what sort of things may have happened to him, any miscalculations…
Preposterous. Shiki was not the one at fault; surely there was something else behind this. But there had to be some sort of explanation, and within an hour decided this as his ultimate goal: finding the secrets of this “Paixao” if it was the last thing he did. He had a tournament to win, after all—and for all he knew, this could be the doings of Vischio in order to distance him from obtaining what he was so close to, what was truly his. Hmph.
When it was his turn, Shiki’s eyes focused in on the great city that was set before him. His gaze was blank and his lips were parted—but he was most definitely interested in discovering what lay ahead him. As the girl that stood at the gate asked him, “May I have your name, sir?” his gaze didn’t waver.
“Shiki,” he replied half-heartedly, a slow half-smirk dawning on his sleek features. He felt a light metal object placed into one of his hands, and took a moment to glance down at it. A black brow quirked; what was this?
Stepping into the city, he flipped it open to give it a proper inspection. It seemed to be an electronic journal of some sort, from what he gathered--extremely useful. But he'd fiddle with it later; he had a whole city to explore now.
Just after taking a few steps into the city, taking a glance around at the impressively gorgeous (and oddly clean to him, considering where he'd come from) cityscape, his eyes didn't take long to finally rest upon a rather interesting sight. Was that... someone... tied to a pole?
Arching a brow and smirking slightly in vague interest, the man in black advanced forward to see just what this was all about. Perhaps, as Shiki moved closer, the individual who he intended to approach could pick up his distinct scent--metal, blood, and leather.
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Inu shifted in his bonds, face pointed away from the scent that came closer. Away from what was Igura's strongest. It would not be a problem if they were home. If breathing and giggling were there, because they always distracted strength. Or, at least, pulled some attention from him. He was sure of one thing, strength would not pat him on the head.
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"Well, what do we have here," he asked, but it was a rhetorical question. Licking his lips in idle thought, his head tilted to the side slowly, black hair partially concealing a single red eye. "Aren't you that dog..." As he spoke, mostly to himself, eventually trailing off. A gloved hand was risen--it cupped the creature's chin, then squeeze it gently, tilting it in a direction that complimented his desire to get a good look over his face.
"Fancy seeing you here."
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Touch.
He would have jerked, but fear kept him both compliant and rigid. He felt the force on his face, more gentle than expected but not at all reassuring, and heard the familiar voice. While his face was turned towards Shiki, he tried to shrink away, back into the pole he was bound to.
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"Pity, really. What's a master to do when his pet is lost. What's a master to do when his pet..." And under the purr of his voice, the dog would hear the ching and swish of moving metal--Shiki drew his sword now, and extended it out to the side, letting its strong, metallic scent, still caked with the dried blood of his last victim, hit the air. "...is in trouble?"
It slowly lifted. The tip pressed under Inu's chin, replacing the mockingly gentle hand.
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Metal. He had known that it was there, because he could smell it, but the sharpness had been sheathed. The noise was familiar, but the smell even moreso, metal mixed with blood. It was unmistably strength's sword.
Another touch, but this one wasn't a hand. It was sharp as the smell, the sword. He was afraid to swallow, to move a muscle, drawing slow deep breaths.
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This outburst suddenly came from the side, a few good yards away from where they were situated at the lightpole. The man that spoke was bristled all over, rigid and tense and snarling practically as he stalked forwards. He stopped briefly at least ten feet away, lifting up Mitsuko-san and pointing it at the leather-clad and black haired man.
"Get the fuck away from my dog," he sneered, tilting his head upwards and keeping the expression across his face. He had completely put 'Cordell' out of his mind, and now had his green eyes locked on Shiki, prepared for what may happen. He'd seen Shiki in action, he was ready for the events to unfold afterwards. He wasn't intimidated or even really that worried.
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"What a happy little reunion this is turning out to be," he said, mostly to himself. The sword was drawn away from Inu's throat and held out to the side, yet kept itself poised just in case it would be needed soon. Judging from the taller man's ignorance, it would be--he kept his eyes focused on the iron pipe in his hand, red eyes narrowing slowly, distastefully.
"Your dog? I would have thought this would be property of Arbitro."
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If Inu had a tail, he would have been wagging it. That he knew, that voice and the smell that accompanied it. Kiriwar, breathing, one half (well, a third, technically) of the hands that were most likely to deliver a praising pat on his head. He would have preferred giggling, even if he smelled like blood more often (more of a cutting smell, breathing tended to be squished violets and boot straps). Instead he leaned forward, moving as much towards the voice as he could.
"Get the fuck away from my dog,"
That made him feel fed, or rested, or inside on a rainy day. Satisfied, rather. Someone had come to claim him and it all made sense now. The strange world, strange people and the fact that strength was here didn't really matter at all.
The sword moved a bit away, but it was still close. Inu could smell it, and smell the slight change in the air as Kiriwar and Shiki engaged in conversation. Well, talking. Conversation wasn't what this was going to be. Inu couldn't read facial expressions, but he knew when a storm was going to hit.
"I would have thought this would be property of Arbitro."
That name caught his attention, and Inu took a few deep breaths. He didn't smell the Man. Didn't smell Arbitro, but that didn't mean he wasn't here...
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He wanted to see how all this would work out. The best way to make alliances was to observe in action. He was quite interested by this situation. Both somewhat threatening. The Lone Power was very interested, although he couldn't hear as well what was happening.
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Eyeing Inu a moment, Kiri considered what he was going to do. Not long after, his eyes went back to Shiki, and he stood at an angle away from him, but close enough to Inu that he could let the dog know he was going to help him. "A marvelous reunion, really. What're you doin' here, anyways?" he inquired, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed on him, pipe in a position ready to strike. Distract him with small talk, maybe. It'd be easier if Gunzi were there, he always had the ability to distract someone with his spontaneous giggling.
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Although something interesting in his speech popped up; Arbitro wasn't here. However, before, even if Arbitro was not here right this moment, it didn't mean the conseuquences of doing something he didn't like (claiming one of his pets as their own), there would be no reprocussions. That could only mean...
Hm. Perhaps this wasn't his doing after all. That was very interesting. Staring, Shiki narrowed his eyes further. He would have asked Kiriwar what exactly this place was all about, but... one, he was an idiot; two, he wouldn't have helped him anyway; and three, he would probably just lie.
"What are you doing here?" seemed like a good question, though, even as his sword slowly raised, poised for battle.
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And...the one tied to the pole "Inu". Well, this one WAS more doglike. A dog-like person and a wolf-like person and a dark-something.
The two were on the remote edge of civility. The false sort of civility that was respecting the others option to escape. The Lone Power, walked close enough to the group so he could hear the situation. He stood off to the side, giving him enough distance to dodge a swipe if it came to it. His voice was timbreless as he said firmly, "You know each other." He turned to the dark-something, "And you are called?"
He glanced between the weaponry of Kiriwar and the other. At this moment he really wished he had his sword so in a worse-case scenario he could defend himself.
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He bounced Mitsuko a moment in his hand, tilting her around so that the curled end was upwards so the end of the pipe pointed to the artificial earth. If he could twitch his ears like the animal that he resembled, he would've in the direction of the Lone Power as he spoke. Oh, right. He had followed, hadn't he? Hm. Didn't matter to Kiriwar any, he was more interested in lunging and trying to take a swipe at Shiki's pretty head to knock it off. He knew he probably wouldn't succeed in it--both he and Gunzi had gone at him simultaneously before and still Shiki managed to get away--but didn't care. When did he?
With that in mind, one of his boots scuffed the ground a moment lazily, though once it was flat again he lunged forwards towards the top participent of Igura, taking hold of his pipe with both hands and lifting it up to bring it down, not caring whether he hit or was blocked.
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Whether or not it was successful, Shiki jumped backward seconds later, slashing his blade to the side. It wasn't a move that was intended to hit anything, he was merely repositioning his blade--readying it for his next move. Already he was getting bored of KIriwar... if he was going to keep attacking in such an obvious and boring fashion, he would have to question whether or not he was spending his time wisely here.
Both Inu and the newcomer failed to be acknowledge, however. He focused solely on battle.
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He hadn't made any promises to Kiriwar, after all. Not that promises ever stopped him, anyway. He glanced at the dog-like person tied to the pole still, mumbling, "And so...this is 'Inu'."
He stood and observed the battle interaction some more.
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Lowering his arm down so Mitsuko clanged into the ground, his hand enclosed around the very end of the pipe. Tapping his weapon on the ground a moment, he drug it after him as he moved towards him again. Pity, even if he bored him, Kiriwar didn't really care. He never really did care about what Shiki thought of him, though he did get extremely on his nerves... so with that in mind, he began to swing the pipe upwards towards him, hand still tight around the very end so he had more freedom in his range and mobility.
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Once the move was finished, Shiki jumped back again. Regardless of its outcome he came toward him again, this time the lengthy blade coming down on him over his head as Shiki leapt into the air--now if he didn't move, this second attack would cut down his face or shoulder.
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But the second attack was far less welcomed. Kiriwar was far too attached to his face and his coat, and didn't feel the need to get sliced and diced there. He swung Mitsuko up to block, putting his slightly bloody hand where the dog tags were tangled about and using it as a brace. He was certain that Shiki's force from the jump would push down on him, but he'd use his strength to counter it as much as possible.
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He tried to shift the weight of the other's weapon using his own, attempting to guide the weapon downward, while otherwise he leaned up on his toes to look the taller man straight in the face, showing absolutely no fear or regret for the current position he was in--quite a vulnerable one, really. Shiki had to laugh at how "tough" the Punisher probably thought he was; his meat was handed to him on a silver platter, while Shiki otherwise never had an opportunity to kill.
But he told himself he'd spare the other's life. This time. Here were still other parts of the city to explore, the rules of this new game to discover--so many things. And who knew? Perhaps he'd become useful later on.
Pulling away, using his sword to guard himself from any unexpected swipes, Shiki took a few steps back quickly, eyes shifting around the area once or twice before settling on Kiriwar once again. "You're lucky I'm losing interest, but this won't be the last you see of me, Punisher."
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He showed his teeth to Shiki once he was on the ground, leaning upwards to face him as straight-on as he could get. Which was quite well, despite Kiri's height. He knew Shiki was open, knew it like he knew that Inu was attached to the post mere feet away from them. But he didn't take his swing, didn't pull Mitsuko from the blocking stance he had her in. He tightened his grip and only let the pipe slide a little in the weight that was being applied, as to gain some extra stance and ability to swing if he needed it.
However, Shiki backed off. He scowled somewhat, letting his hand nearest the dog tags leave it and the pipe thunk in a clatter to the ground, other hand holding it so she didn't fall. Kiriwar hissed a little through his fanged teeth, taking slow steps towards Igura's bloodhound as the other spoke. "You're always no fun, Shiki," he sneered in mock playfulness, lifting his mildly bloody hand up to the lightpost and holding it there. His pipe was off the ground, and lifted up to a shoulder. He was prepared to swing it, however, and it was obvious by the show of somewhat tightened muscles.
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He didn't know why Kiriwar wanted this Inu. Or why the newcomer had thought it fitting to threaten him. Didn't look like much of a character. The thing was gagged and blindfolded and it was a "toy". It wasn't a toy like the kind of toys he liked though. He merely wanted toys he could actually find a use for. What use was a "humanoid-puppy" for any plans to manipulate this place?
After Kiriwar was cut up slightly by the semicircle cut, Lone gritted his teeth. Certaintly he wouldn't want his own constructs cut up and he was somewhat starting to think of Kiriwar like he did constructs. Although Kiriwar was mortal rather than energy, as far as he could sense out with the meager amounts of dark energy he had learned to cope with.
He heard, "You're lucky I'm losing interest, but this won't be the last you see of me, Punisher." The newcomer called Kiriwar a punisher? Was that a job description? If it was, that would be good. Kiriwar was turning more and more into a humanoid peryton in Lone's calculations by the second. Although it seemed the wolf-man needed a little more training in working solo, otherwise he'd become useless.
"You're always no fun, Shiki," Lone heard Kiriwar say mockingly. Oh, so the black-and-sword newcomer's name was Shiki. Although he thought it was a little soft that Shiki was considering letting Kiriwar go for the time being.
He certaintly liked death better than life. So, a murder would likely make him very pleasant and decide for him which of the two was in his best interest. It was rather unpleasant and unfortunate that no one was going to fulfill his desire as of yet.
He still had his arms crossed and his red-golden hair made him an easily recognized spectator as he anticipated what might happen next, if anything.
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There was that creepy fellow who usually walked around on all fours – Inu, they’d called him. The one who could smell the fake tags. There were also two others who he knew on sight. One was a punisher of Igura, the bigger one who carried around that massive pipe. The other was Shiki, the man who’d almost killed him earlier but walked away instead of finishing the job. Both were fighting one another.
This wasn’t a very fortunate setting to run onto. Akira drew his knife in case he had to use it. Hopefully they wouldn’t notice him and he could go on his way undisturbed. It was unlikely, so he kept his eyes on the two competitors as he tried to walk around the group at a safe distance. He wouldn’t be caught off guard, should they want to involve him.
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He was about to turn then, when another form caught his attention--besides the idiot who just seemed to enjoy standing around and watching, there was another man present in the area, one that wasn't blond or blue eyed like the citizens of this place (which was really the only reason Shiki intended to acknowledge him). That was how he picked out the oddballs, after all.
Giving him a good look, his form froze, red eyes widening as realization set in. Akira. Gaze narrowing, a slow grin tugged the corners of his mouth. Giving Kiriwar a side glance to make sure he wouldn't take advantage of his distraction (he really wished he didn't have to acknowledge him right now, as this boy was going to end up getting the majority of his attention), Shiki slowly turned on his heel to face hm.
"What a pleasant surprise." Thankfully, his blade was already drawn. If Shiki's voice wasn't enough to get his attention, perhaps the slow, screeching drag of his sword back and forth across the ground would. He chuckled softly.
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The Lone Power didn't understand what Kiriwar wanted so badly with this Inu? Funny, as he seemed to of conveyed a protective or even possessive thought when he had been cut across the stomach. Kiri was protective of Inu, in a manner that he was protective of Gunzi as well. They were his comrades, his family and his 'loved ones.' If one such as he could love. "Good boy, Inu," he murmered to him, slowly starting to undo the straps.
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It was a distinct scent, partially because of the fake dog tags that Inu associated with him. The other was a slightly more sublime thing, a smell under a smell or a distinct lack of smell. He couldn't quite tell, but it was different. Like all other thoughts this was pushed away when Kiriwar began to undo the things that held him to the pole. And, of course, 'Good boy, Inu' which could have very well been a gift from God.
Ha. He was a good boy, Inu thought in more than just mild satisfaction. He beamed, well, as much as he ever beamed. As soon as he was untied he was going to lean against Kiriwar's leg and hope that he got pet on the head.
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Instead of sneaking around the group stealthily, as intended, Akira seemed to have attracted almost everyone’s attention. He stopped trying entirely, freezing when Shiki turned and looked him dead-on. There was no use trying to run now. If he ran, both Shiki and the punisher would be on him quicker than desirable.
Besides, he wasn’t one to run from confrontation.
He glanced at Shiki’s sword as it dragged along the ground. It was almost as if the man had been expecting him. This place surely was an extension of Igura grounds if all these people were here.
Akira forced a thin smile. “Don’t let me interrupt. I was just passing through.” Having a two-on-one situation was definitely unfavorable, and could hopefully be avoided. Shiki was taking much for granted by turning his back on the punisher, after all.
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He wondered for a moment if he should just leave the boy alone for the moment--let him walk on and then follow him a little later when it would be convenient. He couldn't properly... inspect him with a Punisher present, that was for sure. The temptation was there, and it was great, but he had enough self-control to restrain the desire. Still, he couldn't force away the twitchy, knowing smile that was plastered across his usually stoic face. He was very delighted to know Akira was here, too.
His sword was hoisted off the ground, upward, and off to the side. He took a small glance in Kiriwar's direction just to make sure he wasn't advancing, then looked back to Akira, still smiling, still laughing quietly. "You realize even if I let you go now that I'd just have to go and make up for it later, Akira."
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Well, he'd be all right. Shiki was quite distracted with Akira, that was all that mattered. "There you go," he calmly said, smirking fangily at Inu and shifting to stand fully on his feet once more. His green eyes went towards Akira, glinting somewhat while the grin widened. It was his wordless way of saying that he would see him again later... when Shiki wasn't there to help him. (Despite the fact he was bleeding and the wound stung, he was quite capable of the snarky face.)
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Exhale, which was close to a sigh. This was nice. Where was giggling, though? He'd found breathing and strength and unwilling. The Man wasn't here either, which was both nice and odd. Oh well, Inu only needed on person to give him directions.
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He grimaced seeing the look Shiki was sending toward the newcomer, who had been addressed as Akira. The Lone Power hated love of any sort. One of the reasons why fetishes were not his sort of thing; although some people did find him attractive, it was only when he could use people that he actually took advantage of the seductive beauty he had kept even after he was cast out. He watched as Kiriwar managed to untie Inu. And the dog happily leaned against Kiriwar's leg. Quite a loyal "dog".
It might be a good idea to at least get his name out there, actually two of them now. He might as well reveal the second name; not the Original second name, but the one he used on occasion. At least as a self-reference.
He stepped forward while weapons were still held, but still, "Pleasure to make your acquaintances," He said calmly, completely unphased and addressing the remaining people besides Kiriwar, "Name's Cordell Black, although some call me 'Lone'." Unusually, he didn't extend a hand; it didn't look like manners mattered to these guys.
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“Or you could forget that we ever met. We’d both be better off that way,” Akira replied. Shiki’s interest wasn’t at all creepy. Nope. Neither was the look on the man’s face. Just the twitchy smile alone made him shudder.
Now the Punisher had freed Inu. This would be a good time to get the hell out of the area. Something in the way the Punisher smiled said they’d meet again later, probably on his terms. And then the last man introduced himself. Umm… great. Akira didn’t even acknowledge him. Now the man who got his jollies by watching men fight had a name and could now be avoided.
Well, if he was going to get away, now was his time. He started backing off tentatively at first, keeping his eyes locked onto Shiki’s.
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After all, Akira was probably the most unequipped for battle. All he had was that stupid knife of his; Shiki had his sword, Kiriwar a pipe, and Inu... well, he was always in the care of someone dangerous, like the Punishers or Arbitro, so indeed, none of them were very appealing aquiantances to make. Shiki was only wishing that Arbitro's lackeys weren't present--they were interfering with Akira and himself, and time was of the essence. Who knew what other individuals Shiki really didn't want to see were present, after all? Especially then they were individuals who could ruin everything.
But right now, he had no choice but to let him go. His stark red eyes stared intensely into Akira's for a few long moments, holding onto what he knew was the last remnants of this encounter, as he began to back away. His gaze broke away only for seconds at a time to make sure Kiriwar wasn't taking advantage of the situation. He'd let the boy go off, this thought displayed subtley by the slow lowering of his sword to the ground again, but... as he said, he would just have to find him and make up for it.
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"Let's go." His green eyes went up towards Shiki calmly as he felt being looked back on again, grinning a little at him as though agreeing that he'd see the other man again. As well as Akira, though he didn't let his eyes go to him. Shiki would want to gut him, again, so he'd keep his eye on his goal. Picking up his pipe again, he slung her across his shoulder and snagged hold of the chain that Inu had attached to his collar. Kiri looked up once having the chain, eyeing Cordell... no, Lone now? After this he gave him a nod, smirking a little. He was on his safe list for now, he seemed like he'd be convenient. "We need to go and find somethin' to stop this damn bleeding."
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"Let's go."
Okay. He could do that. Inu still wondered about unwilling and strength. He could smell their presence, but they weren't doing anything that deserved punishment apparently. There was also that ... it was a bit like wet brick and blood. Or something slowly decaying, but not rotten to the core. Hard to pinpoint, and Inu didn't really like it.
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If Keisuke was really in this forsaken place, he’d have a lot of explaining to do, and three times as much to make up for.
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Turning his head back in the boy's direction, he blinked softly to find Akira heading off already. His eyes narrowed in distaste for a few seconds--but then he smiled slowly, chuckled quietly, and knew this was the opportunity that he could hardly wait for. Shiki stood in place for quite some time, just staring--watching as Akira 'escaped' for the time being. He'd give him some time to let him think he'd gotten away successfully. That wouldn't last long.
When it seemed all was clear, Shiki began to head off too; it was sort of in the same direction as the other Igura participant, but he didn't want to make it too obvious. Heading off, Shiki apparently disappeared into the city, mingling in with what little crowd composed the city, trailing Akira, but intending to keep an hour or so of walking in between them...
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Kiri didn't bother observing the others as they made their ways out of the general area. He would be late if he didn't get himself to the nearest train stop. He didn't want to be late, he always hated being untimely to anything except to meet Arbitro. Giving Inu's chain a little tug, not very big, it was then that the Punisher decided to make his leave.
With that in mind, he easily held Inu's chain in hand with his pipe, pulling out his journal to find the damn train stop as he walked from the reunion of AREA:RAY.