XXXLips curled in amusement at Sinn's words, a gesture that looked so natural despite the fact that the entirety of his being was now artificial. Followed by such an amused smirk, a faint chuckle would follow. While an artificial voice played by a speaker that was within his intricate design, it too would sound oddly natural. "Quite the opposite in fact. I look the same as our days in Mistral, minus the mask. It seems a dear associate of mine just couldn't bear to let me go ... Unfortunately, I couldn't say the same for him." A rather cryptic way of words, Zaffre would leave the topic there as it was. The two of them had a long and complicated history, including the affairs they represented. They both had their secrets, their skeletons tucked away. That being said, it was no mystery between them that they both had far more blood on their hands than the average joe. In fact, it was unlikely that they even knew the true magnitude of their influence behind the veil of society. Those shutter eyes that disturbed the man so would lock on the file once again, upon a woman they were so familiar with. "Oh but on the contrary, I've become far too invested because of that child... I must show her the product of her actions. In fact, I owe her a thank you~ After all, if it wasn't for her snacking habits, I surely wouldn't have opted to step away from the organics." His words had an odd way of conveying how he felt. More often than not, the words that left his lips were laced with lies or ill intentions. While that wasn't quite the case here, there was far more that he had intended with his 'child' than he'd ever let on. It was all in the prospect of business.
Zaffre couldn't help but let his curiosity perk as Sinn's eyes shifted from him and the files, out the window towards a stranger. Those same shuttered hues would follow his eyes, shifting and adjusting as his vision zoomed in on the man. A young gent that would discretely have a series of pictures snapped in the man's eyes, the only indication being the smirk that remained curled on his lips. The shutter would adjust once more, his glass like gaze focusing on his company once more before begrudgingly shaking his head. "Unfortunately it just doesn't go anywhere. While no harm is done, I'd rather not risk missing the opportunity to clean only to become a cesspool of bacteria. Though immune to illness, that simply sounds unpleasant." Words that surely would sound like mindless banter to anyone who listened without knowing his history. It was information that would only make sense if they knew the truth behind the artificial man. His head would bob in a nod, listening as Sinn began to describe the tea in detail as a sight escaped his lips. "Sounds rather divine, I do thank you for sharing the experience. Sharing is caring, after all." Of course he was enjoying this just a bit more than he should be. Looking as amused as ever, the man's smirk would broaden as he raised an eyebrow. Clearly, it was a look of confirmation before letting out a chuckle. It seemed that his programming caused a dinosaur such as him to lag behind, especially at the mention of that boy. "Apologies, dear friend. I'd like to blame the processor. Perhaps I can pull some strings to get you a replacement~" A remark that would be followed with a smirk, thinking he was oh so humorous.
The smirk that remained on his face would hesitate to falter, less than amused by the impact that Atlas had done to his company. Alas, that was the dangerous road they traveled. Atlas was part of their mission objective, something that Zaffre was well aware of. He had even managed to place pawns overtime to get the process started, however... He wasn't present for the action itself to act as a damage buffer. "The impact Atlas had on our company was quite unfortunate, however... I'd prefer to blame the poor leadership at the time. If I was present, I'm certain you more than anyone would know how such a corporation would thrive in Vale." It was true that Atlas itself was the action that caused his company to fail, due to the lack of initiative on the stand in CEO's part to move their assets in a timely manner. A task that would've been far too difficult for someone to accomplish that didn't know the true inner workings of the company in the way that Zaffre did. "Oh the Tribe... What a wonderful group of Neanderthals. Their anti-faunus movement is rather amusing, all things considered. They're willing to destroy society as a whole in the process of expelling a few with animalistic traits. Extremity at its finest. In fact, there's a certain child at Beacon I'm very interested in getting contact with again due to this affiliation." There it was, a smirk that finally pushed the lines that could make one very well question his sanity. A devious smirk that very well looked twisted, the same look he often wore when he first received Rachel ... A child that was sure to be his next victim, a game to unravel the might of someone already so broken for his own gain. Something he took far too much pleasure in. "Very well, ol' chap. I've been present in Vale for a couple of years now. I believe I can certainly arrange something for you. After all, some of my contacts are still very adamant about working with me. Especially with their unpaid debts..." Zaffre was a man that had his hand in just about every operation around. Whether funding a starting business or assisting in an underground operation. While it was an expensive path to follow, it laid out a large net to catch every falling piece in. For a few years, many of these individuals thought they got off scot-free when the mysterious Zaffre the Dapper went missing. .. Yet, it seemed not even death itself would free them from their contract. At least, his own death.
Just like that, the mood would shift entirely. The man, the dragon, would lean ever so closer to Zaffre as his expression shifted to that of a far more serious tone. That boy really did hold an important role in it all, didn't he? "It's all in the files, dear friend of mine. Beacon is far too open with their information. .. Or perhaps, I'm just expressing mastery in my skill." Following his words, gloved fingers would begin shifting through the papers. To think that such complicated cybernetics could move so smoothly with pinpoint precision. Flipping through the papers, it became increasingly more clear just how much this upgrade had improved the old timer. Shuttered eyes would fall on a piece of paper with a boy's image, Jazz Myers. Following that, he'd pull out three additional pieces of paper that represented the team he led. "My time with the academy has been brief, but I can only agree. Things are different here, and far more interesting. Your boy has his own team, JOLD. Coincidentally enough, one of his companions is an individual that's caught my eye as well... Actually..." While Zaffre was quick to hand off the student record of Jazz as well as another student named Lena, he found himself reluctant in handing off those of two horned faunus. One of them was a boy he knew, Felix. A rediscovery due to his association with the tribe. However, it was then that he'd recognize a familiar face with similarities to the boy. Another ram faunus named Ora D. "It appears that prospects of the past have presented themselves to me once again. I nearly forgot there was another."
That's when the sound of the opening door followed with footsteps would ring on his ears. Glass like shutters would shift to look towards the boy that seemed eager to get their attention, going so far as to introduce himself to make a known presence. Zaffre would carefully place the papers back onto the stack, offering the man a genuine looking enough smile. "Ezekiel. A pleasure, Jefferey." Jefferey. There was something interesting about this boy, he could already tell. The nosiness, the grin. Shutters would adjust as his cybernetic eyes would discretely snap additional images. All of which would be placed under a file named "Interaction_Logs/Jefferey?". Shutter like hues would pull away from the man to look towards his dear companion, Sinn, with a smirk on his face. "Rather nosy but I'm not sure, to be frank. I'd say we've been acquainted with one another since well before your conception, dear boy." While Zaffre was always one to take introductions in strides, he'd hesitate this once for Sinn's sake. After all, it was clear that Zaffre was no longer going by such a name. In a time where legends seem to die, he had to take on a new alias. ... Ha, rather amusing. Alias. That was the nickname for Ezekiel, a name that he had taken on as his own. "Tell me, Jefferey. Have you come to join us for tea? Perhaps coffee is more your taste. ... Or is it that you're a people watcher, just like myself?" Before he spoke, the blue-haired man would wait for Sinn to say whatever he needed before directing the conversation in his own way. Learning an objective, psychology 101. As he waited for a response, Zaffre would begin to neatly adjust the stack of papers he had snagged from the academy before placing them in a folder. While he was more than willing to share with a dear friend of his, a newcomer had to earn their keep first.
As Garret heard her response to his lecturing on not accepting things without knowing the task, he suppressed a chuckle at her comment. 'So full of spirit and invincibility. I wonder how she would fare once faced with defeat?' Garret would silently ponder to himself. Youth, despite him not being far off from it himself, were ever so eager for danger and risk. They never truly considered how far reaching the effects of defeat could be until it came. Judging by her response, it would be pointless to try and emphasize the point further with her. Her mind was made up as of now, and that was something a person could only learn through personal experience. Still though...He could not help but be intrigued by her spirit, and that she seemed committed to doing whatever task he gave her. He would actually give her a smile of his own upon seeing hers, one of amusement but intrigue being shown by him. 'She at least knows the virtue of taking tasks and completing them to the utmost of ones ability.' He thought to himself. He couldn't trust her fully, not with how she skipped class, but its not like he didn't plan for failsafes. She would be the last one with the items for the delivery, and as such, she would be the one held liable if it did not arrive at its intended destination. He already knew the object to give her, which he would reserve till she set off with the delivery itself. He knew not of the girls cunning or intellect, and thus he planned to give her less time to plan a way to circumvent the task. Further, he wanted her to see who she was getting the supplies from as well. 'The more that know of her task, and the more she shall feel the responsibility and difficulty of circumventing it.' He silently thought to himself. It could all be completely unnecessary, and she may indeed keep her word and perform to the best of her ability. In which case, this would only serve to improve her own reputation and word not only with Garret but with others. A nice incentive, if she were to realize such a thing while performing the task. As Garret cleared the way to the next roof, he found the tigress still as full of spark as always.
He may have found it insulting with her telling him not to get lost, and her mocking gesture to continue once she landed besides him, had he not done the same for her with his own comment first. It was a retort to match his own comment, as far as he could tell thus far, and until she seemed more malicious in her wording of it he did not take it to heart in that way. Rather, he took it as her challenging him which was something he was always interested in. Though he had underestimated her a little, having not expected her to follow after him so easily and quickly. 'I wonder how often you travel this way.' He thought to himself. It clearly seemed to be her element, whereas he was still new to it. His saving grace was his own skill in acrobatics. Perhaps if he hadn't learned that early on, he would be the one struggling. It was an interesting thought to him as he felt the familiar desire for competition. 'Another time perhaps.' He thought to himself. It was silence then for a little as Garret had been navigating his route, but after he asked his question he soon received an answer to it. At which, he would just nod and respond. "It is indeed a simple task, this time. I know little of you and what you are capable of, so more complex tasks can only come once I can assess you." He would respond simply and matter of factually. He had been analyzing her the entire time they were with one another, trying to piece together her nature and what she was capable of. He had nothing concrete on his mind of how to fully assess her as of yet, but had an idea she may be a bit impulsive given her reactions thus far. She did have some restraint, as far as he could tell, but much else in terms of nature he was unsure. Physically, she seemed to have a strength that hid itself in her size. She was as much of a predator as the animal she shared traits with thus far. He had yet to piece together a weakness for her in that regard, but with time he was sure he could. Having been lost in thought for a few moments, after having told her of Vickers, he would give her an almost bored look. "That is if you even complete this task in a satisfactory manner. Or if I even see you again once we part ways. Life is a fragile thing after all." There was no hint in his voice that he was implying she would die or not. It was more his own internal musing and fact. There were many reasons why he may not give her tasks again, the simplest being just not running into her. Seeing his route reaching a trickier part, he would regain his arrogant smile as he glanced back to her. "Hmmm...Lets make this interesting, shall we? A walk is nice and all, but I desire to stretch my legs a bit." Garret would say, slight excitement in his voice as he spoke. Without any warning or word further, Garret would take off running forward believing she could keep up with him. If not, well, he hoped she would at least keep sight of him. He needed an outlet for his energy and his desire for competition, even if one was not formally made. He was going to be stuck in that clinic for a while knowing how doctors operated, and as such he wanted to move as freely as he could now. As he ran on the rooftops above, if she were watching, the Tigress would see him move quickly and easily as he used acrobatics to move much of the time. Not taking the easy and straight route, but the more challenging routes where he would feel at least a little challenged and could be as flashy as he desired. He had no desire to use his semblance, wanting to see her capabilities without him using it and finding it unfair if he did so now. -Exit to clinic-
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☆☽Miya Tsukiko Tora☾☆ ☆═━If you don’t enter the tiger’s den, how can you catch the tiger’s cub?━═☆
If the young tigress was surprised to see the older male smile, she didn't show it. She was determined to prove that she could do any task he would put before her. After all, she was a Tora, she could handle it. For some reason, she enjoyed the annoying man...Maybe he's just misunderstood."Ha! I know his type...he just thinks I'm a punk at the moment, but I'll show him."She thought. Made it no less important to do the task, she would have to do it well; and she would.
Tsuki would retort only because he had started it. She would not mock him otherwise unless she knew him better and could gauge his humor. She was pleased with herself as she could surprise the smug man. The rooftops were like a second set of streets for her since she learned she could climb up to them; and maybe to escape her siblings once in a while as well. Shaking her head, she would look to him after she landed and looked to him before following in silence; quieting her desire to challenge him to a race as she did so."Why does this path seem familiar?"The young faunus then frowned as he explained why he had given her the simple task, being slightly offended for about a second before she nodded slightly."Fair enough,"Miya replied calmly and respectively. Which it was, she admitted to herself. It then crossed her mind that he might be silently assessing her this entire time...Creepy much. She then shook it off as it was normal to size-up a person to see what one was capable of. Her focus would then return to their travels on the roofs; even the most experienced roof-jumpers can have accidents after all...she knew all too well.
At his bored expression and the mention of life being fragile, she frowned in thought, but if one really looked...was it sadness in those icy-blues of hers?"Trust me when I say I will complete the task at hand. That it is,"Tsuki replied, annoyed at first before almost seeming...solemn? Her own thought impregnating the silence. Her endurance proved to be her saving grace as she would keep up with him, increasing his pace with her own before he looked back at her. She then smiled as he mentioned making it interesting...Where was he looking? Her tail swayed and ears perked as she smiled as she saw their course. She would accept, speeding up as he had."Be my guest. I can keep up,"Tsuki replied. Enjoying the feeling of the wind rushing through her fur as she ran, and the chill was refreshing as well. Though she didn't show it, she felt a small prickling on the back of her neck...she knew where they were going. Nothing to do but face Her scolding, she thought a little nervously. But first she would show this guy who ruled the rooftops.
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"The Twin Spears of Old"
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Seeing as for now his spears were content to remain without any bright flare to them, he was satisfied he had it under control. He had his aura off for now, as a way to try and be preventative of it. He did not know if it would help or not, but it was the closest he could do to be a preventive measure. Still, he would not let it deter him from his plans for the day. In fact, all it may do is lead him to inquire about it or study it later on. He did need to be on his guard though, as having his aura down was something he was not entirely comfortable with in this area with all the attacks it had seen. Not that he didn't believe his martial skills would be more than enough, but it did help against ranged combatants. Sheathing Virtue and Heir on his back, he would set out from his apartment to the streets below and begin his journey. As he did so, he quickly found this was not an incident that solely affected him. There seemed to be an air of hysteria and panic in some places as other peoples abilities seemed to be going haywire. The only reason he knew it was not just a straight up attacks was the panic in the peoples faces, and questioning of those in a calmer state of mind. It seemed everyone's semblances were not what they were supposed to be, and were acting out. 'Which would explain what happened this morning.' He thought to himself as he silently tried thinking of what happened. He knew semblances were linked to a persons soul, so he wondered what could have caused this mass transfer of it. However, he had little to no knowledge such technology was even possible so he had no clues as to where it could have originated. He hoped he would have his powers back soon, as he did not trust another having the Reveley bloodline semblance. 'I shall strive to make inquiries later.' He thought to himself. It was at this point he had made it to the shop he had been traveling to. While many were closed due to the events transpiring, this one was still open. As Garret walked inside he would greet the shop keep and take his usual seat in the corner booth of the restaurant. It commanded a nice view of most of the interior as well as protected him from being struck from behind, which suited him just fine. He need not say what he desired as they knew him well enough, and after a few minutes a tea was placed on the table for him, followed by eggs, bacon and toast. He would merely begin drinking the tea for now as his mind raced trying to figure out what was going on.
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XXX".. Where did it go? Where the F**K did it go?!"
The goliath wasn't subtle with her surprise, but who could blame her? The woman had been saving that jerky ALL damn week for this day. A day she finally got as an actual day off, after all the hassle and stress her most recent class had caused. Lots of injuries, several complaints and tons of paperwork she JUST didn't want to deal with. The one plus side was that no students died during the class. Odd, considering her track record. That must have meant she was improving! Oh, next time was surely going to be an even bigger riot. What type of grimm would she drag to pit the kiddos against that time around? That little Lancer held on pretty well, maybe they needed to fight a nest and slay the queen. Oh well, that was a problem for future Rachel. Present Rachel already had an already experienced a travesty today. Her hands were shaking, shrunken cyan hues staring in disbelief. It was just there, she could smell it! The jerky she savored more than life itself. Yet, as she half-heartedly tossed it into her mouth it vanished without a trace. No smell, no taste. Just broken dreams. "I don't understand... Why have you forsa- UUAGH!" In the midst of her proclamation of despair, something soft and oddly textured flew past her lips onto the floor. ... "... A sock..?" It was a sock. Indeed, a single sock without its match. Had Rachel ever eaten socks before? Not that she could recall. Then again, once she had enough alcohol in her system, anything was possible. "I... Uh... GUH. I need FOOD. Not SOCKS."
Without a second thought, the woman stepped over the discarded sock to apprehend her fridge. There were tons of leftovers, bloodied steak, primed meat. Though... Oddly enough, the smell of blood didn't get her blood pumping like it normally did. It drew her in, but it wasn't causing a fit of rage. Grabbing the bloodied steak with her bare palm, she opened her mouth wide and tossed it in. That's when it happened. The smell vanished, the taste never came. Cyan orbs widened in horror, thrown into shock at the loss of the steak. "No no, come back! I ate you! Get in my F**KING MOUTH!" While it certainly wasn't blood induced rage, she was getting awfully hangry. In a frantic motion, she began tossing odds and ends of leftovers into her mouth. Be it leftover spaghetti and meatballs, primed meat, fish, raw chicken. ANYTHING. Each piece of food vanished into an abyss without so much of a taste. It got to a point of desperation that the woman slapped her hands to the side of the fridge, fingers digging into it. She'd then hoist the equipment up into the air, shaking the entire contents of the fridge and freezer into her gaping maw. Thawed food, frozen food, jars, and bottles. Anything that would be normally found in a fridge or freezer, with extra meat, vanishing into the void. Without so much of a drop touching her tongue, the woman would toss the fridge to the side and drop to her knees. "WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME MAIDENS UUAAGH" It truly seemed as if some higher being was playing a cruel joke on her. Following her cry of despair, She'd cough up another two socks and spit them on the floor. There was a series of crashes that came from her residence. Chairs were breaking, dishes shattered, and that poor fridge really didn't deserve such a fate. Her front door would swing open full force, the knob embedding itself in the wall as the woman stormed out in a huff. Her residence was in shambles and she was out of things to try and eat. So... To the streets!
The day flew by in a blur as Rachel continued to wander aimlessly in order to try and find either food, or something to solve whatever the hell was wrong with her! It was clear that her mouth was broken some way or another. Perhaps she just wasn't tasting or feeling the food, but her hunger was ever growing. That meant that the food never made it to her stomach and the hunger pains were getting worse every passing moment. With such a one track mind, she wasn't even aware of the chaos that was happening around her. Others were experiencing issues in their day to day life, but none of that compared to her hunger. At least, not in her eyes. Buildings could be burning to ash and she'd stroll right in to try to find food. That was simply the way of Rachel. That, of course, would bring her to the next victim on her quest for food. A little shop that was oddly open. In fact, it was one of the only ones that Rachel found in passing. Pushing pass unlocked doors, Rachel would bust in only to slam her hands on the front desk of the restaurant. "I need something to eat! Anyth- UUAGH!" As she began demanding food she would accidentally trigger another sock to launch out of her gullet into the face of the hostess. The woman stared in disbelief, blinking slowly as she picked the surprisingly dry sock from her face. "I.. Um... Right this way, Ms. Anderson .. We uh... We'll open up a tab. Can I interest you in--" The woman was surprisingly calm and collected. It was clear that many restaurant workers used to the hunger embodied that was Rachel. The transpiring events happening in the streets only added to such an unmoved acceptance of her antics. The woman had begun motioning to some complimentary breadsticks that had just been set on her desk, only for both the basket and bread to vanish into Rachel's maw. ... As well as the decorative plant that sat there. "... Very well. We uh... We'll get it right out to you. Just... Don't eat any guests, please? Control yourself, or we'll hold the blood." The woman knew exactly how the goliath worked. She lived for bloody food, putting Rachel in a bind where she was left getting her razor sharp teeth into her own white knuckle. ... Or at least she tried. Even her finger would vanish into her mouth, keeping her from biting it.
The hostess would walk Rachel to a table, setting the sock down before offering a seat to her. The shark, however, had her eyes set on a different goal, a target that she hadn't seen in a number of weeks. The last human she's tasted the blood of. To make it even better, he already had food!"A-a-a-ah! I'm with Pointy over there!" Without hesitation, she'd pull away from the table only to firmly plant herself in a chair across from Lancer. With a clearly pained smile, she'd flash her teeth wide to greet him. "Hoi Lancer! How're you doing today?! Me? Great! Just--- UAAGH." It seemed every time she really tried to talk, a sock would fire from her mouth to whatever was in front of her. This time, the sock would fall to land perfectly on the plate of food in front of him. "Aw man, you've got sock in your food! We better complain and get you a new plate! I'll.. just.. just... AH I CAN'T ANYMORE!" Small talk quickly turned to yell as her hand sprung out to claim the plate of food, aiming to toss it swiftly in her maw. Just like before, whatever odd vacuum of space was her mouth would seize the food before it could even touch her tongue. Plate and all were gone in an instant if allowed to be snatched away. As it vanished into the food, her forehead swiftly slammed against the table with a thud that rattled the silverware. "WHY CAN'T I EAT ANYTHING?! LANCER. HELP."
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| Name - Sky Hiraga | Age - 16 | Year - Freshman | Alignment - Beacon | Wearing - Beacon uniform
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— It felt nice having the fresh air blow through your face as you would see the heights that the rooftops would be. For Sky Hiraga, that was a normal thing. Hopping from rooftop, to rooftop that are just leaping distance from eachother had always been Sky's way of passing the time. Still, he was just glad he could do something to get out for a while. As he had to go through an entire day of getting into the academy, getting a scroll and uniform, he was finally happy that he could go around the town and explore. As he would leap from one place to the other, it had him remember everything that had happened where he first entered. Being alone after a while since that day, and then coming to Vale finally. Searching for places to sleep wasn't the hard part, but finding money to even get by was a bit. Last time, gambling was his only form of income, and he had to make due on that. But now that he's here, money shouldn't be too much of an issue... Right? Ahhh.... HELLO VALE!!!!! He would openly shoot from the top of the roof over the ledge. He would leap off, and land onto the top of a truck. Whew... Wonder what now? Maybe I should get something to eat! He would say to himself.
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Vickers day had been a rather… Relaxed day. Well as relaxed as sending out drones to try and check and keep tabs on some of the more dangerous students. While they were not his drones … Those were still under construction they were still Military drones. Especially as he was one of the few unaffected seemingly by the events. Vickers himself had noticed an unusually low number of floofs today. Exactly zero. While this number would normally perturb the Older gentleman today. Today in the day of Mayhem and destruction he didn't care that much. No he was more tasked with making sure the city didn't blow up. Or that no one incinerated a poor block of buildings. Even if he was on a day off! Mostly as his class went… Okay ish? IT was so wierd he didnt even carry his minigun today. Opting for his rocket launcher. Well the bigger version.
It was this period he heard a rather obvious commotion from inside one of the few shops open today. So he stuck his armoured head around the door. Only to see a fellow teacher… Seemingly threatening a student? Well shouting ARGH into their face.. Least if the ARGH’s heard from outside and the relative positions where anything to go by. He didn't enter straight away however. Just keeping his helmet in view as he studied why the ARGHING match was going on.
Apparently though it didn't take long for his fellow teacher to start cracking. Not only did she ‘kick up’ a sock. But she tried to annihilate a entire plate into the maw of the hole. And while Rachel was seen as the … Hungrest of the teachers. This uncouth behaviour was something new even for her. So he approached. His heavy armour yomping into the restaurant. ” What is going on he… Wait you are also being affected by this weirdness?” His eyebrow under his helmet raised a little before he looked at lancer. ”I assume you are like most of the other students as well? So what is going on with you two. Also do not worry i seem to be … Unaffected for the most part. No floofs today but that is .. good. Did not need them on a .. mahem day.” His eyes rolled a little as he spoke… even if they could not be seen. Was it wierd that the ‘crazy’ man seemed so calm in a chaotic situation. Maybe? Or maybe it was the lack of floofs.
”Ghost254”
”Apathetic Writer”
Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2019 3:48 pm
"The Twin Spears of Old"
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The hostess would then attempt to seat Rachel, but as it seemed it may work... He noticed her gaze already having met his. 'Well, peace was nice while it lasted.' He silently thought to himself as he set his tea down on the table. Rachel wasted no time in heading over to him, having pointed him out and calling him pointy to which he would raise an eyebrow at her, and taking a seat directly across from him. It was to be expected, she knew his nickname for her after all. Didn't mean he enjoyed being called pointy, but he would mostly ignore the comment and at least show no sign it fazed him. His calm gaze would remain on her as she gave a pain smile and flashed her teeth. 'Is her stomach truly causing her such distress?' He wondered to himself, deciding it may have been the socks or something else she ate disagreeing with her and that he was trying to drown the feeling out with food. She wasted no time in greeting him, calling him by his preferred name at the least, and in usual speedy manner was already moving forward. Driven by discomfort or pain no doubt. However, in the midst of her speaking another sock was launched from her mouth... Directly onto his food. "Greetings to you as well Jaws. I was doing fine..." He would say as his gaze was pointedly to his plate, before his gaze would rise back to Rachel's eyes with a raised eyebrow. She would then capitalize on his pause as she began speaking about complaining and replacing the food as his eyes began to narrow. She was not the type to be indirect and seemed to be trying to hold herself back from something. He found out soon enough as all pretense was tossed by the way side as he hand reached out to grab his plate and no doubt eat all that was on it. He did not bother to try and stop her as he could always get another, sock free, plate for himself. He saw though that she would toss the plate into her mouth as well with something strange happening that he wasn't quite sure. Before her jaws snapped shut or the plate even hit her mouth it would disappear, him only being able to see such given he was directly across from her. He would blink as he was not sure if he imagined that or it actually happened. He was quickly answered though as her forehead slammed into the table, shaking his tea which he quickly picked up from the table in the case of future outbursts. She would then say she could not eat anything and ask him for help.
Garret would calmly take a sip of his tea, the only semblance of food he now had with Rachel stealing his meal, as he processed what he had just seen to try and make sense of it. He was also in no hurry to answer her plea for help, seeing it as do punishment for temporarily ruining his meal as he would look to his plate then hostess to signal he would need a new one which she thankfully picked up on. As he was thinking on how to answer her, he noticed the presence of another approaching them now. He had missed his head poking in earlier due to Rachel's antics taking his attention, but he could hardly miss the sound of his armor as he walked in. Golden eyes would lock onto the person as they approached and look up to him, curious as to what his intentions were. 'Jaws can suffer a while longer.' He thought to himself with a hidden smile. He had an idea of who this was even if he had never met the man personally before. His reputation was enough to recognize him by as he believed he could be the cybernetics teacher. 'Or it may be another cybernetic person. Hard to tell in these times.' He thought to himself, curious to find out. He seemed to address Rachel first, asking what was going on and asking if she were affected. Which with all the confusion out doors that Garret did his best to avoid on the way here, he was not surprised. His attention would then turn to Garret as he asked if he was like most of the other students. 'Does he mistake me for a student?' Garret wondered to himself as that seemed to be the implication. Garret was tempted to speak then, but would wait till he finished speaking as he asked what was going on between the two of them before mentioning that he was unaffected. And floofs. That one comment solidifying in Garret's mind that it was in fact Vickers in front of him rather than any other as it was something he was famed for hallucinating, or most people thought he was at least. Garret himself was undecided on the matter as only he seemed to see them. Setting his tea gently down on the table, Garret would respond. "Greetings. To answer your questions in order, those addressed to me at the least, I do not know the state of the students as I am not one so I cannot say yes or no. And the current dilemma for Jaws here is that she seems unable to eat... and is coughing up socks as well." He would answer with a pause in a calm tone of voice, his gaze on Vicker's armored helmet before his gaze would turn to Rachel. "And I believe I know why you cannot eat, though I am not completely certain." He would say with a slight smile as he teased the information for now. Lifting his tea up again he would take one final sip before holding it towards her. "If you would open your maw, and keep it open this time, I can test my theory and maybe figure out why you can't eat." He would say in a calm yet warning tone of voice. He knew Rachel, and on the best of days she loved to snap. With her so hungry, he doubted she could control herself for long periods of time. Or even periods of time longer than half a minute. He also felt it best not to mention that figuring out why wouldn't necessarily lead to an answer of how she could eat.
✘ Post count: 57 ✘Semblance timer: 1/3 ✘ Recharge: 0/5
☽☾☽☾ Role: NPC ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ The man had accepted, with a few threats of his own afterwards, as they would then depart from the outskirts and to the city itself. He also seemed to desire his name. Ghost made no reply to that as he would set off, mentally debating whether it was worth letting the man know of such a thing or not. Not his true name, that was something no one would ever know, but his alias was something he may give. He didn't know if he should as it was unnecessary information, but he knew how relations worked. It was always give and take. Still, he did not feel pressed to answer him immediately. 'He can wait till later to know.' He silently thought to himself. It would give him more time to consider answering. It took some time to do so, given where they had met, but they still made it back within the day. Though the killer may have noticed some detail as they traveled. No matter the terrain, easy or tangled and treacherous, Ghost did not slow down. It seemed to affect him not as he traveled as he seemed to go through it dexterously. He trusted his company to keep up and did not slow his pace as he traveled, and even if he didn't he would not get that kind of aid. It would just have to be something he would need to find a solution to.
Once they finally arrived at the town, it was much as Ghost had expected it to be. There were plenty of trashed vehicles, shops and even the occasional person in the city. It was not the worst, as there seemed to be some air of order returning by this point of the day, but clearly the damage had been done and that it was a slow progress. Some people managed to walk calmly on the streets, while others were yet freaking out as their powers seemed to be going out of control. Ghost had not failed to notice his strange yet fluid grace as he traveled, but he could not explain why it was happening. It would all help for the exercise he currently had planned for his boss' latest employee. His eyes would begin to scan the crowd, searching for suitable yet difficult targets. He wanted to make this interesting, for both himself and Mr. Bekwood. As he did so, he would finally speak as he had remained silent for much of the traveling. "You may refer to me as Ghost." Was the only words he would say in a neutral tone of voice, eyes still focused on the people moving about the streets. He found no need to elaborate further or even say why. Unlike Bekwood, his name was not known or famed for being a killer; not his real one at least. He still had the anonymity that the killer did not, and intended to keep it. Then he found the target. It was a woman in a red dress who seemed to have a white pair of wings on her back. While he could see no obvious weapon, her semblance seemed to be active as he could see a fiery glow around her. What it could be, he was unsure. She was traveling in a small group of people, only four others in total. Smiling, he would turn to face Akuryo. "Found it. The girl in the red dress shall be your target. The limitations are that you must kill her without the rest of them noticing. And, as a bonus, make it seem like one of the other did it. If you can manage that." He would say, sounding calm at first before he flashed a challenging smile at the end. He wanted to see how much he could do and if he could kill outside of his usual style. ☽☾☽☾ Irrelevant Post Count (?): 5 ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ OOC: If he agrees, then exit to Vale.
XXXRachel could care less about anyone joining them. The thumping of heavy armor? Completely unnoticed. There were far more important matters to attend to, and that was the fact that she couldn't eat ANYTHING. Food, plates, clothes, chairs. It all vanished in an instant, never to even touch her poor tongue. A day without taste, now that was the true hell for this woman. It caused her already ceaseless hunger to grow rampant, becoming desperate for a taste of something. Anything. Yet, the closest she had actually come was vomiting up a handful of socks since the moment she woke up. Instead of actually acknowledging the cybernetic monstrosity of a teacher that was comparable with her own lack of sanity, she continued to mumble and groan against the table. In fact, she was only half paying attention to the new voice that came from the side. It seemed more like a Lancer problem, anyways. After all, Rachel was rarely one to talk sensible, so it was up to Mr. Pointy to actually elaborate with Vicker's on the situation at hand. What she did manage to catch, however, was Lancer being mistaken for a student. Something that cracked a snicker between her groans as a noticeably toothy grin curled against her cheeks. "Pfffft. Pointy here, a student? Good s**t, Tinman. He's too much of a hardass to handle us as his teachers. Nah nah, he's speeeecial or somesh--- UAAAAAAAGH" As words spilled out, she happened to gaze upwards towards man clad in armor she referred to as Tinman. While she was feeling snarky, it all came to an end as several mismatched socks erupted from her maw. It was a burst, sending the elastic bits of fabric scattering across the table and on the floor. "ARE YA F**KING KIDDING ME. THEY DON'T EVEN MATCH."
Floofs? Unaffected? What the hell was that suppose to mean, anyway? Rachel wasn't at all aware of the ongoings of the world around her. The city was in chaos? Well, when wasn't it. There was always something off in Vale, whether it could be seen from the surface or not. The goliath took a deep breath as she pinched one of the many socks she had tossed up between her nails, glaring at it with her vivid cyan hues. Unimpressed but annoyed, she'd toss it over her shoulder. It was a passive course of action as Rachel tried to piece the broken bits of her mind together, all while only half listening to the words of Lancer. "What the f**k man, I didn't even get wasted last night. There's no way I ate these things. --- Wait wait, what? You do?! TELL ME?!" Whatever tangent she was going off on, it had been cast aside in an instant. Without hesitation, the woman would slam her hands against the table. The only thing that kept the table from flipping entirely was her own knees beneath it that cushioned the off-kilter blow. How the hell did Lancer have any idea what could be wrong? Then again, what did it matter?! If it meant she could eat again, was willing to read off the 16 digit number on her card and the three wacky numbers on the back! Any cost was worth it. "Anything. ANYTHING. Mouth open? Fine! Not like I can eat you-- UAAAAAAGH" As if on cue, another burst of socks would spurt out of her mouth. Each one was different in a tacky but colorful display. Funny enough, she was starting to get use to the odd senstation. At this point, she was certain if she tried to bite anything it would cease to exist. The fact that Lancer was ready to brave the unknown was almost admirable if she cared about such a thing. Following his words, she'd open her jaw wide to expose her fearsome teeth. However, as a security measure, she even attempted to hook her fingers at the edges of her jaw. Interestingly enough, it would look as if her fingers disappeared the moment they entered her mouth.
Akuryo Bekwood The Bloody Knife Ƞ Ν Π Ѝ Ҋ Ӣ Ӥ Ώ Ω Л Й Й Л Ω Ώ Ӥ Ӣ Ҋ Ѝ Π Ν Ƞ
Akuryo walked with the man, keeping his composure the closer they got to some resonance of society as he slowly zipped up his hoodie and made sure to keep Ghost at an arms distance. He had yet to get a name from the man as they walked, and with Akuryo's reputation, he purposefully kept quiet to keep himself from drawing attention to himself. After some time of walking in silence, the man gave Akuryo a name.... something to use at least. Akuryo did feel only a bit off as he noticed some people are still screaming about their semblance being off and running like a mad person. That man apparently had a semblance that made him blow up without dying somehow and he was too far away when he did. Soon, Akuryo heard the man speak once more after some time, his red hues moving to see the girl in the red dress surrounded by a group of four. It wasn't long before he soon told him to make the target look like one of the others had killed her. "Hm.... any time limit?" He asked with a small grin.
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"...Can you donate to me...some blood?" The Master Assassin
Ghost254
So How should I proceed?
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Current Weapon: Rocket Launcher Profile link Level Count: 1.07
Vickers eyes flickered between the two. Studying the ‘maw’ Quickly as it absorbed items. Seemingly regardless of what. And the ‘student’ Who claimed he was not a student at first. This caused a small state of confusion for the poor teacher though it quickly wore off. Only as what looked like a small puffball.. With eyes… floated in front of vickers face. It seemed as if Vickers was unable to see it as he made no reaction to it He made no reaction to it .. as five more landed on his shoulders. His right hand raised towards his left shoulder before clunking and resting onto it. The ‘floofs’ Fading though his hand seemingly unaffected by it. Though his servo twitches a little. ”Geuss .. i have a gremlin still in the software… vickers mumbled to himself
Rachel's clarification between Uaarghs of pain almost made the mad inventor chuckel. Though his eyes blinked as socks erupted from her mouth. Only to be followed from vickers. ”Oh hey that one is mine” he said pointing at a jet black sock. He even let Garret carry out his experiment. He wasnt going to miss the fun of him maybe losing a hand. He could even make one for him! Though at least for the second it seemed that it wasn't going to happen. “It is Amaranth Astra Rennoll’s power. A student i had.. She summons things from her mouth. Interesting how it always seems to be on for you. She could turn it on and off… beyond storage i have no idea.. I also dont know what happens if we overload it with food.. Maybe it all goes into your stomach? That or you explode… so worth it?” as much as his face was hidden behind a helmet he did have a small grin on it. Even if it was a little. Cybernetic stomach! Or hand! A win win for vickers… even if floofs where now all around him. Visible to everyone… One even floating into the Maw that was Rachels mouth
[OOC: Appolgys i am in pain today.. Dont know why]
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Apparently even in her despairing frame of mind, it had not escaped Rachel's notice of Lancer being referred to as a student.She had been moaning and groaning in agony until that point, but the mention of it brought a snicker and toothy grin from her. 'Perhaps I should refrain from aiding her.' He briefly thought to himself, hearing her begin to speak and call him pointy again to which she would get an un-amused look... one that would quickly turn to amused once she began to cough up socks halfway through. 'And there are those who believe karma does not exist.' He smugly thought to himself as he saw much more socks than before fly out of her jaw. She quickly devolved to the cursing he had come to expect from her, but did point out something intriguing about them nonetheless. Looking briefly to the socks, they all looked of a different variety and no two were exactly alike. 'However she got the socks, she got them from many different individuals.' He noted to himself. Vickers even seemed to claim one as he said the jet black one was his own. 'How did one of his end up in there?' Garret silently wondered... before checking to make sure none of his were. Thankfully, he could not recognize any of his own at least. Seeing her pick up one of the socks she expelled from her mouth and glare daggers into it was something Garret found hilarious, but carefully repressed behind a slight smile. He didn't want her destroying one of his favored shops and still wanted to try something while keeping all his limbs intact. She would then toss it over his shoulders... as a new spark of energy seemed to overtake her with his suggesting he may know what ailed her.... after vehemently denying she was drunk last night. To which he did not know the true answer to... it was Rachel after all. She would immediately slam her hands into the table, how the table even survived he was unsure, as Garret was glad he had raised the tea from the table so it was not sent flying away.
Rachel would then consent that she would do anything, emphasizing such a word, before saying she would do as he requested and opened her jaw wide... but not before another batch of colorful socks would erupt from her mouth. The comment of using her as a sock cannon for kids parties would remain in his mind for now; mostly for the safety of the kids than for how Rachel may take it. She would open her jaws wide, man eating size wide he would note, and hook her fingers along the sides as what he assumed was a precaution to prevent her jaw from snapping. 'Though with Rachel it may be a precaution to ensure if she could taste me that I don't escape.' He silently thought to himself. While he had originally only intended to test the tea, he noted her fingers seemed to disappear even as they hooked into her mouth. She gave no mention or indication to even noticing such things, so he assumed her fingers were still attached as she also was not bleeding. 'Perhaps it is not a one way thing then? Or some illusion to mask something.' He reasoned to himself as he extended his hand slightly with what little remained of his tea into her maw. He would then tilt it so the liquid would begin flowing off and down into her mouth... only to see it disappear before even reaching her tongue. Which was strange, because he could still see her tongue. Ever curious, he would extend his hand further and note a he did there seemed to be some intangible barrier because parts of the tea cup could no longer be seen... and when he extended his actual hand in then back all seemed to be attached and fine as he felt no real difference... Save rather than feel the warm and humid atmosphere of her mouth, he felt cool air wherever his hand had gone to. All the same, he quickly retracted his hand. Before he could respond, Vicker's seemed to chime in with information on someones semblance he knew of. If he were correct, it would explain what garret had felt and observed. "My observations lead me to agree with what you say. I feel cool air when I reach into her mouth, not the heat one would expect from one. Yet it seems to be a two way destination, as I can pull an item in and out with ease. Hmmm... Rachel, keep your mouth open. I'm going to try something. Vickers, please ensure that if she closes it she re opens it. I would hate to have her teeth blocking the way." Garret would simply say, sounding more instructional than his usual arrogant self. The offer she had given before of doing anything had sounded appealing to him, and while he had the answer for her of why thanks to Vickers, he knew if he could fix it he could hold it over her. Though that was only a small part of it, because while he loved to mess with jaws he did see her as a friend. Taking a deep breath... Garret would climb into her mouth headfirst, intent to only get a look to see what was past that invisible barrier. He just hoped whatever had been affecting Rachel would hold up, for were it to end now he had a feeling Rachel would give into her temptations of hunger and swallow him up; friend or no.
He was not prepared for what he saw in that room, looking as if he was looking into Rachel's stomach more than an actual room. The room was almost entirely covered in blood and meat, the walls now painted a red from it... there being a couch and anchor at the far end of the room... The couch being flipped over with the anchor resting on it. He recognized the latter as her weapon... but how or why either of those got in here he could only attribute to her hunger. Oddly enough, the only portion of the room not covered in blood and meat was a small pile of socks... while still significant, it may have been much larger if Rachel's sock vomit was any indication. 'Did she try eating the entire stock in the cafeteria?' Garret silently wondered to himself, amazed so much fit into her. She had not been kidding when she had mentioned how hard she had been trying to eat, as Garret had dismissed it as over exaggeration before. The smell was unpleasant as well, reeking with the odor or no longer frozen meat. He also noted his plate adorned with a sock as annoyance returned from the memory of that. He was about to back up and out of her maw when he saw movement beneath the pile of meat. Curious he would focus in... before seeing a hand desperately clawing at the meat. 'Rachel...' He thought with an exasperated sigh. She apparently had tried her hand at eating a student as well, who was currently pinned. He would back up just enough for his head to be out of her mouth briefly. "There is apparently a room full of meat and blood in there. And still more socks if you were hoping you had run out. Also when did you eat a couch and your anchor? I don't yet know how yet to fix it for you but i'm going back in... Because you ate a student Rachel." He would say in a questioning and slightly serious tone of voice... before this time fully climbing into her mouth. He had no doubt she may have some thoughts of eating him given he was willingly doing this, but he pushed it aside for now. He was not going to leave that student in there. Once inside he would carefully make his way around, trying to avoid the blood as much as he could. He knew how she got when she smelled blood and was glad she could not taste it currently. The student he came to rescue in question was a pig faunus... which did not surprise him much given Rachel had eaten him in all likelihood... as he would help the student out by lifting the meat away piece by piece. Eventually he managed to free the student, and helped them out the portal first as he pushed them up and out. Garret was about to follow shortly out when he noticed his exit close... and also noticed something else. From his perspective currently her teeth seemed huge... almost his own size. He would back away a bit... and wait. Hoping either Rachel or Vickers would get her mouth open. When it finally did open again, he wasted no time and immediately began climbing to escape here. He did not want to be stuck in this meat locker. As he was climbing back out he noticed the size of her teeth began to grow smaller... 'Did I become smaller to enter this room?' He wondered to himself. He pushed the thought aside for now and focused on his escape. Just as he was about to get out, having noticed he never felt her tongue or anything and was now what he believed to be his usual size... something happened. He was not sure what, but he felt himself drop an inch... and them felt the sliminess of her tongue beneath him. 'Did it fix itself... wait i'm covered in blood...' He realized with a growing sense of dread. He tried to quickly leave her mouth before he saw her jaws snap shut right in front of him as he felt the dark mouth begin to water. "Let me out of here jaws..." He would say in a slightly commanding tone of voice from within. He knew how she got when she tasted blood, she almost ate him before. And given she hadn't eaten the entire day... as he felt her tongue move he reactivated his aura. He was not going to be eaten by her. He began to try and pry her teeth apart, cutting himself slightly but not caring as he tried to escape... and in his desperation to leave, his semblance activated. A strong surge of electricity would emanate from him and his spears directly in Rachel's mouth... Not sure what effect it would have on her as he had not planned to use, but hoping it would get him out of here.
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OOC: Into the belly of the beast... and hopefully back out.
Apathetic Writer
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2019 9:37 pm
☽☾☽☾ Role: NPC ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ Mr. Bekwood would ask for a time limit to his task, likely wondering if it would be another contributing factor for it. Initially, Ghost was tempted to say no but then realized he would have till the day he died to do the task. 'That would be a pointless assessment.' He thought to himself silently. He wondered at how much breathing room he should give the man to work, as this type of job usually gave you plenty of time to prepare. So it was a matter of making it similar to the job, or to test how well he reacted to changing circumstances. Ghost favored the latter at the better assessment. Looking to him with a smile on his face, Ghost would respond. "You have until she reaches that corner." He would then point out one not to far from where she currently was, and for now seemed headed towards. He could give the man a concrete time limit, but he liked this idea more in terms of the time being entirely dependent on if he stalled her or not and how he went about this. There were ways to extend and shorten the time depending on his actions. Ghost would calmly wait where he is, intent to watch how he would go about it. ☽☾☽☾ Irrelevant Post Count (?): 6 ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ OOC:
Hazard after what seemed like a few weeks of nothing finally decided for some reason he would begin to troll the streets for a time. The blue clad blue haired male with weapon on his back simply made his way along the city's streets. No smile on his face,no frown, he looked pretty average in the face at the moment. Some might even say he looked extremely bored. However it would not take long for the man to remedy this. Moving along the sidewalk suddenly his leg would be lifted as he would kick into a door to an average corner store in order to enter it rather aggressively. A sharp smile on his face as he began to move through the store as if looking for something. Some might say as if he were a customer in many cases. However what he was doing was a bit different than simply perusing the local corner story. With a wary eye on him from the store clerk, Hazard seemed to care little for whatever this man thought of him. Hazard would grab three things; a bag of chips, a candy bar, and a bottle of cola. He did not hide that he grabbed them, holding them all in one hand as he moved along. The clerk seemed a bit less wary due to this, however that would be soon flipped on it's head. The blue clad male simply began to walk along, walk along, walk up tot he register....but no...he was walking past it....right out of the store. The clerk went to soon open his mouth with a 'He-' but could not finish as the blue clad sharpened teeth male's head tilted back towards him with a twisted grin plastered on his face, his free which happened to be the hand he closest to the large handle of his fairly large weapon fiddled with the equipment strapped to his back. His mechanical hand with the objects he took from the store simply shaking what he got a bit as if mockingly. Then with the clerk's mouth rather....shut....due to likely fear of this odd fellow the blue clad male made his way back on to the streets. Walking along and eating some of the chips he had just procured for himself.
