http://coldblade.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] coldblade.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2006-09-14 05:59 pm

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.

[identity profile] permitting.livejournal.com 2006-09-15 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
Pleasant. While most would not call the scent of blood pleasant, that was what perked Inu up, so to speak. First he tilted his head, as much as he could, hearing, what may be the sound of breathing's voice. Though, he was far away. Much closer to that was a scent he knew rather well. He was torn between happy (breathing was coming, breathing would untie him from the pole, breathing might even pat him on the head and tell him that he was a good dog) and unhappy (because strength was here, and was coming closer).

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.

[identity profile] permitting.livejournal.com 2006-09-15 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
First instincts were to escape. Which, of course, was rather impossible given his situation. His breathing quickened with every step that Shiki (he knew the name, he knew it, but it did not fit as much as strength did, in his mind) took towards him. When he could smell Shiki, who smelled much like the metal of the sword he carried, Inu went stiff.

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.

[identity profile] permitting.livejournal.com 2006-09-15 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
Talking; Shiki was talking. Inu shivered. This was more fear than the non-human who smelled like sand. Because he hadn't known what kind of strength the other had. Or, what kind of temperment. Shiki's voice made him afraid, and he was glad when the touch left him, but what happened next was even less comforting.

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.

[identity profile] mikotsuhartsu.livejournal.com 2006-09-16 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
"YOU!"

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.

[identity profile] permitting.livejournal.com 2006-09-16 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
"YOU!"

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...

[identity profile] dark-dealer.livejournal.com 2006-09-16 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
The Lone Power continued standing off to the side, he ran a hand through red-golden hair before crossing his arms and leaning against a nearby tree. To some peopothers le, he was Entropy Incarnate. To many others, he was just an inventor and to he was "Fairest and Fallen."

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.

[identity profile] mikotsuhartsu.livejournal.com 2006-09-16 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't see him around here, do you?" Kiriwar said with distain, wrinkling up his face more in a snarling expression before lowering down the pipe the slightest bit, deciding what he might've wanted to do. There was either rushing into it as he always did, or giving it a little thought beforehand. He went for a combination of the two, beginning to step towards them two of them closer.

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.

[identity profile] dark-dealer.livejournal.com 2006-09-18 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
The Lone Power grinned, talking a few steps forward. Certainly, a battle was wonderful, but he felt that he had uses for both people involved. Certainly, Kiriwar reminded him of his perytons, someone loyal but moderately intelligent; a trait not often found in servants to the Fallen these days. The other, the sense of dark energy and an extreme desire to fight was nearly overwhelming after being in such a light-and-sweetness area for the past few days.

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.

[identity profile] mikotsuhartsu.livejournal.com 2006-09-18 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"Went lookin' for him and Gunzi," Kiriwar answered him, curling his upper lip a little towards Shiki at the question. Fine, he didn't want to answer his? Didn't matter to him, like he cared how Shiki got here. He just cared that he was going to leave soon. So the wolfish punisher wanted. "Ended up here... I consider it an overdue vacation," he grinned at this, tilting his head upwards to peer at the leather clad man across from him holding the sword. His green eyes weren't on it, but he knew it was there. He always knew it was.

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.

[identity profile] dark-dealer.livejournal.com 2006-09-19 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
After the first swing, The Lone Power glanced from one to the other, before moving back a few steps and folding his arms. So...too focused on the fight, well it would give him time to decide what to do with them. Or which one would make the better ally.

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.

[identity profile] mikotsuhartsu.livejournal.com 2006-09-19 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
It seemed that the wolfish man followed in forgetting the others... however, Inu was still somewhat recognized in his mind. Kiriwar sneered a little bit when the man pushed his weight ahead, easily pressing his downwards to counter it. Being bigger always was an advantage back home, he'd always use it. However, when Shiki moves, the man nearly loses his balance. He catches it in enough time to see the top competitor reposition his blade. Well then...

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.

[identity profile] mikotsuhartsu.livejournal.com 2006-09-19 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, hello, Shiki's sword! Kiri blinked a few times when he swung the katana about, leaning his body forwards so that it would be slightly overtop Shiki for a moment, but sucking his stomach in and arching his back. He wasn't fast to get away from that kind of attack right away, and felt the sting of metal cutting through camouflage and overtop skin. Not too bad, but it was still an injury that he didn't want. He bent away once the attack finished, placing a hand where he began to bleed. How uncomfortable...

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.

[identity profile] mikotsuhartsu.livejournal.com 2006-09-21 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
Green eyes narrowed on wide red, Kiriwar didn't seem quite as excited about the adreneline. He was not particularly happy to of been fighting Shiki solo, but he kept himself calm and didn't even consider backing down. He wasn't someone like that, he never backed down from fights, even if he could've died. He had pride, even if it didn't seem like it.

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.

[identity profile] dark-dealer.livejournal.com 2006-09-21 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)
The Lone Power was highly interested in this fight. On the one hand, the newcomer with the sword was a much better swordsman and used some very cunning tactics. Kiriwar was determined, though. He liked that.

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.

[identity profile] live-for.livejournal.com 2006-09-21 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Not too long after entering, Akira stumbled onto a little gathering of familiar faces. Mostly familiar, anyway. He didn’t recognize the man with the reddish-golden hair, but he knew the others immediately on sight.

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.

[identity profile] mikotsuhartsu.livejournal.com 2006-09-21 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Fine, if that's what Shiki wanted to do, then Kiriwar would do the same. However, his green eyes had widened at the sight of Akira behind Shiki. After this, his brows furrowed and a grin spread across his face, but he knew Shiki wouldn't let him play with the AREAY:RAY bicycle. He slid his hand down the post, fingers playing with the straps that Inu was attached to the pole with. He still had pipe in hand, in case Shiki got undistracted, but he planned on leaving.

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.

[identity profile] permitting.livejournal.com 2006-09-21 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Paixao had gone from being completely unknown to everything being known. Well, almost everything. Shiki, Kiriwar, fighting, blood. That was all easy to understand, but the metallic tang of blood had been Kiriwar's not Shiki's. If such complex thoughts like concern were ever to enter Inu's head, that would have been one of them. However, such thoughts were easily pushed aside for ... unwilling.

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.

[identity profile] live-for.livejournal.com 2006-09-21 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, ,shit.

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.

[identity profile] mikotsuhartsu.livejournal.com 2006-09-21 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Kiriwar returned the glance when Shiki looked back at him, looking a little poofed up as he worked the straps off the back of the post. He was doing quite well for doing it one-handedly. Once he got the last strap, he crouched down a little so he could reposition them to their original places on Inu, letting his pipe lean on him with the end planted next to his foot. He had to use two hands for this, but his eyes were on Shiki's back the whole time.

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.)

[identity profile] permitting.livejournal.com 2006-09-21 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Inu leaned on Kiriwar's leg, as soon as he could. The sort of full-weight lean to show both his appreciation and (still) hoping for a pat on the head. His head turned towards Shiki and Akira, however, nose tilted up. He'd point them out, but he was assuming Kiriwar had two eyes and could see them.

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.

[identity profile] dark-dealer.livejournal.com 2006-09-22 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
The Lone Power was disappointed when the fight stalled for the newest arrival to the area. The Lone Power remained almost flawless like a statue with his obligatory crossed arms. Well, now everyone was distracted; the fight a temporary or perhaps permanent draw.

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.

[identity profile] live-for.livejournal.com 2006-09-22 02:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Things already weren’t making sense, and Shiki had to add to it. Why should the man have any remote interest in him? Maybe he wanted to eliminate his competition early. In that case, Akira would definitely make sure they never meet again. Sure, Shiki had available tags like any other competitor, but something told him that engaging this man in battle would be a very bad idea.

“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.

[identity profile] mikotsuhartsu.livejournal.com 2006-09-22 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Tch," was Kiriwar's response to Inu leaning on his leg, however... seemed to give him more attention than the response hinted to. He knelt a little to be closer to his level, but not completely, and rested a hand on top of his head. His bloody hand went to his shirt and he brushed it off there using it to lift Inu's chin up a little to examine him. He was intact, as it seemed to the Punisher, so he was fine. Shiki hadn't done any lasting physical damage to him, if he had anywhere. He ruffled the white hair that rested on the 'dog's' head calmly, giving him a brief scratch and then a finishing pat.

"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."

[identity profile] permitting.livejournal.com 2006-09-22 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh. That was what he wanted. Inu did sigh, then, rather happily as Kiriwar touched his head and then gave him a looking over and a pet. That totally and utterly negated anything else that had been going on earlier. He had gotten his reward, which also meant it was time for a new task. He leaned back from breathing's leg, more like 'standing'.

"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.

[identity profile] dark-dealer.livejournal.com 2006-09-23 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
The Lone Power watched the exchange briefly before hearing Kiriwar tell Inu they were going so he could bandage the cut. He slipped out the journal and opened to the map once again. Where was the hotel he wanted to scope out first. Oh, northwest, they had somewhat looped below it on their way. "I shall see you around." He wandered off to go try to bargain for a room at the Iriela Apartments a few miles northwest of Muspelheim.

[identity profile] live-for.livejournal.com 2006-09-23 03:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Since neither Shiki nor the Punisher were advancing on him, Akira took this as a good signal to take off. And he did, turning without another word and running away. No shame in leaving an encounter that would have left him dead, at best.

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.

[identity profile] mikotsuhartsu.livejournal.com 2006-09-27 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[Okay, since apparently this post is needed for the thread to be closed XD Sorry about that, everybody.]

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.