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Seeing Seth draw his sword in agreement to Keno's statement she took a deep breath opening her mouth to make another statement, only to catch view of Ichigo pouncing the boy aiming a kick for his neck. Making no attempt to stop her she watched the display in silence.

"Her descision is made..."

((Seth, I hope you stopped your sword or you may have just killed Ichi in your need to show off your sword skills.))

Ichi stopped, seeing the boy getting sliced in to. SHe shuddered. It... was... wonderful... The blood sprayed up to her thighs and she could see the insides bleed out onto her black flip-flops. SOme of the insides were slowly falling out. Ichi parted her lips, licking them. She kneeds down trailing a finger accross the spilling insides of the human boy and pulled her finger away, only to place it on her tongue to taste his blood.

"Savor it while you can," Keno said to the kitsune. "After a while, the taste will be as commonplace as beef or pork." His work was done now for th emost part. The worst Ichi would have to endure now were the judgments of those around her. If she could fend them off, block them out, or in one way or another tolerate their opinions, she would be fine. He gazed at the small party, the shocked Unks, the sword master Seth, and the seemingly disappointed Epithany. His eyes flashed as he gazed upon her, saying something perhaps or maybe nothing at all, but that arrogant smirk finally did appear as he began to fade into visible nothingess. This was the way of things now. He couldn't help it, and even if he could, he'd probably choose not to.

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Ichi stood up quickly looking at Keno before he disappeared.
"W-wait!!! Keno-sama!!"
Ichi sighed, disappointed. She looked at the others, Seth, In whom she's never seen before, Pith, and Unks, the good one. SHe looked to the boy, the most horrible look of pain in his eyes. It excited her. Ichi sighed and knelt down beside the boy, not caring wether she got blood on her or not. She sighed deeply.
"You stupid boy, you're on the floor and how the hell am I going to eat you!?"

((Later Keno))

Frowning she watched as Ichi proceeded to attempt to devour the remains of the boy ravenously.

"So humans are nothing but cattle now...I guess the idea of the survival of fittest does prevail. I guess I just find it strange that, his death is justified because of his actions. I understand the need for sustainance but, what bothers me is the rationale for whom was chosen."

Turning from the display she left the area heading up towards the exit. The stench of blood was beginning to prevade the area and she wasn't one to relish it.

"I need a drink."

Ichi sighed, looking down at the split boy, then the man who just appeared. Ichi ignored him and attended to her own business. She really didn't want to eat on the arena floor. She looked at the boys bottom half, there wasn't as much meat in his legs as she though he'd have. She pushed the dead boy onto his side. She took of her light sweater and placed it onto the pool of blood, and rolled the boy back onto her sweater, so the open part wouldn't touch the ground. She pulled the bottom part up and covered the opening tying it with the arms of the sweater. She slid her arms under boy, and oddly, lifted him up. It was easy. She carefully exited the arena, and crossed the main room quickly, into the kitchen. She set the body down on an empty counter. Ichi sighed, looking down at the floor. A trail of dripping blood and not to mention her footprints. She opened the door and looked into the main room. Ichi winced. She got blood all over the carpet.

"Oh no... What am I... gonna do..."

Crossing the main room of the Orion she found a spot at the bar settling their in silence. Making note of Unks disappearing into the Lounge she decided to muse over the display on her own. Summoning forth a bottle of Jack Daniels she decided against adding anything, and proceeded to pour herself a shot of the whiskey itself. Downing the shot soundly she shook her head frowning. Back in the recesses of her mind a voice spoke to her in annoyance.

What are you so riled up about? The little punk deserved to be killed. If violating another against their will doesn't deserve death, what does?

Pushing aside the voice she proceeded to pour another shot.

"Don't act like you can't hear me. I know you can. Truth is that people are just cattle. How is eating a cow much different. They never wished for death, and in turn they commited no crime other than being weaker. The same thing is apparent here.

Staring at the shot, her expression darkened.

When is it our choice to choose whether someone lives or dies? Thats what truly angers me. I agree the boy needed to be punished but when does the punishment deserve death....

Feeling the sensation of rolling eyes in the back of her mind the voice began to laugh.

Silly girl...your judging yourself. What gives you any more of a right to decide whether he lives or dies. He's just one of many of your precious humans dying today. What makes him any more signifigant than any other. In truth it doesn't matter whether he raped the girl or did anything at all. He dies, he's just one less meat bag to spread more of the genetic filth on this planet. Its once less human to have moral discourse about. Get over it.

Growing weary of the conversation she just let the voice revel in her point in silence.