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Kakusabi Momo


One eye closed lazily Momo tilted her head to the side, her eyebrows raised at the surprisingly accurate character analysis.
He was right, information was valuable and the more she knew the more it could save her life when it came to a confrontation, is it in the Carnival or out with in the park its self.

With the same board, and slightly antagonistic tone Momo heaved a soft, almost mocking sigh at Aito “And here I thought I was boy………and, if I remember correctly…” she paused briefly to run her hand over rough edge of the broke bench “I’m not the one who broke a perfectly functioning piece of furniture, is that not perfect reason to take you as a threat….”
Folding her hands in her lap the Hawk Deadman stifled a yawn, her behaviour; right down to her very skin was one of aggressive quips and dry insults, why should she change the habit of a life time to please one grumpy man on a bench.

“Your right about one thing, I do see every Deadman as a potential threat, every one of us is capable of taking a life. As for my personality, if you find it abbrasive good Move if your don't like it, I was never sent here to make friend"

((Sorry Guy's I'm off to bed ^^'))

After the other deadman had introduced himself Tegi was about to do the same, but instead he stopped and watched the other two that were a little farther off. Talking about pictures and whatnot and, most notably, lashing out at each other with their abilities. With them both looking thoroughly pissed off he doubted it was just a game. Surely this was something that would attract an undertaker’s attention. Tegi got up from his seat upon the ground and retrieved his jacket that was previously discarded during his episode. Although a little blood still made its way down his cheek and the cut on his arm was still active he thought it best to look like he was less a part of the current situation. Instead of retreating all together though he simply leaned against the tree nearest to them and worked at getting the cut on his face under control. Here and there a few words were heard such as deadmen being compared to dogs and the rebuttal of it being that all deadmen were individual. However nothing in particular interested him. That was, until Seiji removed his shoes and revealed his blood sodden feet. He didn’t get why the younger deadman would wear such painful attire, but after he explained a bit more it made more sense. So he uses his feet huh? Well that’s different.
Tegi continued to listen until the scarred up deadman talked about why he broke the bench. It made absolutely no sense to him, but the thought was interrupted as he sliced the throat of a woman in the distance. It was a direct, quick death. Something that Tegi wasn’t a big fan of. Why silence something at all if you were going to take the quickest method? There was nothing to enjoy from it aside from the surrounding people who would quickly run away. Maiming a person was much better in his opinion. You could see the anguish upon their face as their own blood was spilled against their will. And if they survived they would remember. Oh would they remember. How could they ever forget something that left a grotesque scar upon them? “I don’t think slashing throats is the best way to lay low” he said in a sing songy voice. “After all, you can’t fix that like you can a stupid attraction or a bench.” Tegi then turned back to Seiji. “Sorry about not introducing myself before. Tegi’s the name. Or Red Siskin if you prefer aliases.”

((OOC: Wow, that’s a lotta posts since last time I was on ._.” ))

(Out Of Chaos smile

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Seiji watched as the webs of blood formed around all the others, not really caring about that. Sure he didn't want them to die or get hurt, but that wasn't his concern. "Raven?" He spoke up softly, "That sure sounds tougher than Road runner, but then again so did that guy Crow and his for Woodpecker..." Seiji moved around a bit, very light on his feet... as far as they knew he could only use the blood on his feet, but in fact he can use any blood from his waist down (unlike other Deadman that mainly use theirs from the waist up) Seiji crouched down low, the dark plates spiraled around his feet as he built up power, dashing towards Aiko and jumping up off the ground above Aiko and swinging his leg in a falling arc motion a 5 inch blade emerging from the middle of his shin aiming at Aiko. It wasn't just his shoes designed to make him bleed, he also had some razor blades sewed into his pants legs

Seiji was directly above Aito swinging his leg down at him, but when he saw that he rearranged his web, he quickly flattened the blood blade on his shin to cover the entire length of his shin as it hit the web, the blood on his shin defended him from being cut. Seiji pushed against the web, kicking himself backwards, landing on the ground away from the raven. Seiji stood lightly on his feet, expecting Aito to attack him

Seiji contemplated on what course of action he should take next. He didn't want risk anyone else getting hurt or killed, but he didn't want to leave this lunatic (no offense) to hurt those innocent. He wondered when some guards would finally try to stop them, but doubted they would try interfere. They could try shooting them with tranquilizers from a distance. Seiji thought about how to get past the web, but decided not to. If he were to get dragged back to Carnival Corpse he wouldn't want them to know everything he could do. "I don't suppose you forgot to take your candy and this is your third day?" He joked half-heartedly

Aito shook his head. The blood went from the air to his shoulder. Nope. Had one just this morning. he said. He looked at the bear trap on his leg. He glanced boredly at the sin user who was previously outside the web. He coughed and a web. Of blood was around the guy, a perfect coat that was dangerously close to his skin. The approximate 3 inches between tegi's skin and aitos blood would be closed in a matter of minutes. He looked at the tegi. Withdraw the trap on my leg and I let you live. aito said with a yawn.