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AIto sighed. That's not raven. he said in a monotonous voice. He picked up the picture and looked at it. Thats part of the problem. he said and put the picture in his pocket.

AIto's eye twitched and his blood was suddenly dangerously close to Momo's throat. She was locked up in here. She was a deadman as well. Raven is part of the problem because i have tried to forget akina, but raven brings up all the memories that i have repressed. Take a god damned picture, it'll last longer. he said in a murderous and cold tone.

AIto sighed again. His blood became a two large webs. One surrounded momo, the other surrounded Aito. He looked at Momo. People like me? Who deadmen? It looks like you are one too, and you are complaining about my complaining. That makes you no better than me. he said slowly and in a growl. You can try all you want to cut these webs, but it wont work. You can block them but not cut them. And it my blood touches your skin, it cuts. he finished.

Kakusabi Momo


“There is no differentiation between Deadmen, weather I was complaining or you were complaining in the end it boils down to exactly the same, Monsters with freakish ability’s that are nothing more than preforming dogs….which they won’t hesitate to put down….”

Momo pulled her claws back, the knife sharp edges dulling and eventually dropping from their solid form with a light splash, her temper dying almost as quickly as it had been ignited.

Wincing as she watched the crimson continue its steady path down her fingers.The loss of blood thankfully this time had not been too great, but the slow methodical sound of her precious life fluid hitting the ground with slow steady thumps caused a nauseous wave to crash over her stomach.
“Besides it won’t matter whether I attack or defend if they catch site of this…."

Carefully Momo Lowered herself back onto the now red coloured stone, her hand being tucked neatly away out of site but the grey material of her dress, hissing slightly as one of the web strings sliced a fine cut across her cheek.
“Over by the ferris wheel exit…if you don’t believe me…Don’t worry it’s not like I can attack you or run off anywhere…” Tilting her head as if explaining something to an extremely slow child Momo watched as a few ‘normal people’ milled around the feris wheel exit barrier, some pointing excitedly at the ride whilst others observed the price board nearby.

They had shown no sign of even seeing the Deadman’s presence and had moved off just as soon as they arived, no doubt being dragged to another, atteraction by the hyperactive monsters they called children, but one thing was for certain, killing any tourist would result in a painful and unfortunate end for any branch of sin user- that’s why they were here after all.

“Or feel free to slice me into tiny pieces….I doubt any one would actually see….the choice is yours”

Cringing as yet another fine web nicked at her body momo leveled her cold gaze with the young boy "Becuase were monsters......if anything Carnaval Corpse is your proof....Violance is a first and last resort"

"I see..." Seiji replied as the Deadman known as Momo spoke about Deadmen as she observed the surroundings. "I've been in this prison for two years now, but it seems like there's so much I haven't seen." Seiji wondered aloud, "I wonder how different things would be if i was a simple tourist." He did have a habit of thinking out loud. "That move..." Seiji looked over at Aito, kneeling down and sliding off his shoes. "I told you my name was Road Runner, but who are you?" Seiji kicked his shoes aside, his feet were bleeding greatly. "And don't think of my bleeding feet as a sign that I intend on fighting you, it's just that i have a few nails in my shoes which makes me bleed and it's very uncomfortable..."

Aito looked at the boy. You should have been here earlier. I destroyed thatr damn wheel. Of course i also rebuilt it... he said to the new boy. He glanced at his feet and made his own blood rest on the edge of the cut on his shoulder, ready to strike if the boy attacked.

Kakusabi Momo


Momo grimaced; the site of the boys bleeding feet reminded her of her own bleeding hand.
Slowly she shook the sleeve of her dress back and examined the small marks before running her tongue gingerly across them.

She could see the boys point, Cast Points were precious and in any situation an antidote candy was always the first priority of those on death row.

Though, if this helped with his Branch of Sin that also meant the boy always had an inherent advantage over most unsuspecting Deadmen.
As of so far, even though the animosity had been unwelcome, Momo had to admit her venture out had proven to be useful, she had gathered slight information two different Branches of Sin – And though they had seen hers, it was worth it if only for the Melon bread that she had long since eaten.
“Cast Points shouldn’t be too much of an issue, especially for a Carnival Corpse contestant”

Aito smirked. He turned to momo. I know your type girl. You're the type that counts everyone as a threat, and gathers as much information on everyone as possible, in order to attempt to have an advantage over them in a hostile situation right? Well let me tell you, you don't know much about my branch of sin. You only witnessed a small portion of what my branch of sin can do. I don't want to be enemies, and if you don't want to be friends then fine. But can we at least make it so that there is as little hostility between us as possible? he asked momo, his voice was laced with a mix of sincerity, boredom, and a hint of blood lust.