XXXEhh? What were these little puffballs? They had eyes and moved listlessly, floating through the air aimlessly. Bright blue hues would dart back and forth as the little creatures began appearing all over the place. "The frick are these little guys? I wonder if they have any flavor..." In a swiping motion, Rachel would attempt multiple times to grab at the fluffy little creatures. Unfortunately, just as it had done with Vicker's hand brushing his shoulder, her own fingers would phase right through the creatures. What did this do? Annoy her, obviously. Pale cheeks would puff as she swiped at them again, passing right through the drifting creatures. What the heck?! Okay. where were they? Right, the experiment! Mr. Pointy was going to figure out what was wrong with her mouth! Yes, please. Back to what they were doing, her fingers would grip the inner corners of her mouth. Oddly enough, she didn't knick or slice her fingers on her series of teeth. Normally brushing her teeth was a dangerous task alone, usually cutting herself several times before demolishing the toothbrush. So... What was different now? Well, EVERYTHING. The woman couldn't even feel as the teacup was slipped into her mouth with Garret's hand vanishing. Thus, she didn't feel the sensation to bite down and rip off his poor hand. It was a lucky gamble on his part. With her mouth wide open blue orbs would dart back and forth between the two, tilting her head curiously. A hower? Uhis ih a hursh!" Why the hell was she trying to talk while keeping her mouth pried open? Well, she really wasn't the brightest tool in the shed. As Vicker's continued to talk, Rachel's eyes would widen in excitement as she nodded. If she was going to explode, she would be just fine with doing it in meaty glory! At least then it would be tasty!
Oh whoa. This was a weird one. Blue hues would gaze down past her nose as Garret braced himself and pushed his head into her mouth. "Ih uhis huat ining ed eens?!" What did she even ask? Well, that was for someone who was willing to decifer her own naive nature to find out. Either way, Garret was being the broist of bros to risk his neck like this. Literally. Humming a tune in her head, her eyes would tick back and forth as Garret did whatever it was he was doing before springing back out. Vivid orbs would widen before glancing back and forth, shrugging her shoulders. "I ave o iea huat or hawking ahout!" Her? Eat a student!? She'd never! Except for maybe that porky kid that just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time... Man, that kid was a real sport. Willing to take one for the team and 'willingly' climb into her mouth to pick something out of her teeth. What a team player! Whatever happened to him? Surely he wasn't buried beneath a pile of meat in whatever pocket dimension was in her mouth. Surely not! After such a horrid accusation, the man crawled into her mouth once again. ... Was it bad that she was getting bored waiting with her mouth open? It took a lot of energy to have her jaw hang slack, you know! It was use to eating, not just hanging out. Oh. Wait. What was this? Something was coming out? Covered in blood as well as countless pieces of smaller meat a panicked student would come tumbling out of her mouth and onto the table. Of course, this poor piece of furniture could only take so much abuse and busted beneath him. Blue orbs would widen in excitement as she slipped her fingers out and closed her mouth before picking up the student. "Oh my, Porky! Long time no see?! What happened? I was soooo worried about you! I... Uh... ..." Okay, this was weird but... Damn son, he smelled good covered in blood and meat. As Rachel would do, she opened her mouth wide once again to try and gulp him down, only for him to brace himself against her cheeks. "N-Not again, M-Ms. Anderson! M-M-Mr. V-v-vickers, help!" The student would squeal, quite literally like a pig, before Rachel dropped him. "Fine fine! I couldn't taste you anyways!"
What was she doing before? Oh right, Mr. Pointy! How could she forget? ... Well, the same way she forgot about Porky in there. Groaning, she'd open her mouth wide once again and brace her jaw with her fingers. 'Come on, toothpick! Hurry up! You already got porky out, what more you gotta do?' What she didn't know was that he was trying to get out of her maw. Unfortunately for him, the world had different plans for him. For the first time since this series of unfortunate events began, she could feel something... Taste something. There was something squirming in her mouth, something that was bloody and delicious. Blue orbs would widen in surprise at the sudden eruption of taste in her mouth, causing her to salivate. "Oh my god, whatever you did Pointy, you did something f**king delicious!" She couldn't contain herself. Not to mention she felt something sharp, her teeth digging into her fingers only to add to the taste. What would any sane person do when they cut their fingers in their mouth? Well, not what she was doing. At the additional taste of her own blood, her mouth curled into a wide smirk as her lips closed around her fingers to suck on them. It was just so tasty! Her tongue began to move, brushing up against Garret himself and flicking against her bleeding finger, pushing him up against her rows of teeth. What did this do? Add more blood to the equation. It was delightful!
That was until she felt a not so wonderful tingly sensation. Oh sweet love of whatever holy being above! What the ******** was that?! So many zaps, her mouth was tingly and spasming! Did she eat something spicy? Did she lick an electrical socket again? It was one time, dammit! Her tongue began twitching as her long ebony and crimson locks would stand up from the electrical surge. Twitching, spasming, before a hefty chuck as she fell against the chair. It was a dry heave, coughing and gaging between her electrically induced spasming. One, two... "UUUAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!" With a third mighty heave, the semblance would activat again. Her mouth open wide, a wave of socks would begin erupting behind Garret to force him out. With him being propelled out of the mouth, what seemed to be hundreds of socks would follow along. It was a very long gag that straight up became vomiting up her semblance. After Garret and the socks came a couch, and an anchor! Vivid blue hues remained wide in shock, strained from such a hefty vomit as she couldn't even breathe. Once the final few socks trickled from her maw, her eyelids would fall slack as her body collapsed on the floor. "Ah... shite... Toothpick... What... the hell...?" She could barely even put a sentence together. Everything hurt, and she was bloody exhausted.
Akuryo waited for the man to answer as he knew it was something his other employer's usually never stated. He did kill them, but it was at his leisure, and usually after they accomplished what they did. He slowly grinned as the man soon smiled at him before he stated the time limit her had. He pulled out a scalpel from his sleeve before he soon said, "Not much time but it'll do." He soon took one look at the group and adjusted for a trajectory as he grabbed a second knife with his left hand and took a few steps as he threw the scalpel with pure precision, letting it fly as he threw the second knife towards the female instead. The scalpel would land before the man who lagged behind the group, singling him out as the main killing knife soared past all of them to try and hit the female in the neck to cut through her spinal cord just as she was about to hit the corner.
Hazard continued on down the street, enjoying his snacks and soda from the store he stole his stuff from. Assuming you could even call it stealing that is. He tilted his head a bit to the side as he continued down the street noticing a certain small group of people crowded nearby an alleyway. A toothy smile formed on Hazard's face as he made his way towards the group of people. They seemed to be doing nothing much aside from simply talking. However Hazard had a bit of a different plan in mind. He spoke up to them, saying "What's going on?" Then as one of the people turned around closest to him his fist would suddenly meet their face. A smile on his face as he seemed to have instigated a fight with these three friends so to speak. Flexing his fingers causing a sickening cracking noise come from his hand. He didn't use his mechanical arm to fight, however with a flurry of punches and a series of kicks he eventually knocked out this small group of people. Why did he do it? Simply cause he wanted, leaving the small group in the alleyway beaten and broken Hazard continued on down the street.
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☽☾☽☾ Role: NPC ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ As the man noted the short time limit, Ghost said little in response. He would merely have to deal with it and do his job in the limit, as Ghost was not here to make this easy for him. In the contrary, he was here to make this more difficult in order to properly assess him. The man at least did not spend his time complaining and asking for more time, but instead acted quickly. 'A person who does not make excuses at the least.' He thought to himself with a slight nod. Nothing mattered so long as the job given got completed, and no excuse would lead to any better result for failure. As he began to prepare for his move, Ghost assuming as such when he drew his scalpel, Ghost would take the chance to re-position himself as this was going on. He did not move far, having opted to slip back a bit into the nearby shadow of a building quickly and easily. Should his charge fail in his task, he did not need the crowd seeing him in association with him. Watching as he also drew a second one and prepared to throw it. He had been envisioning the man attempting to get close to the target, so he watched with interest as he seemed to desire a ranged approach to deal with the situation. While one knife soared in the air in a strange trajectory and arc, the second seemed more in line with aiming for the target. 'I wonder what he had planed for the first knife.' He silently thought to himself as he continued to watch the scene unfold.
The man the first blade was intended for was confused as he heard and saw a scalpel, taking a look in his immediate vicinity but not seeing anyone nearby. Confused, he would duck down and reach for it to try and figure out where it came from. As he did so, the other knife would soar overhead and hit its target, though not dead on. The knife had just missed the spine, the woman also hearing something fall behind her and was turning just slightly to try and see it while walking. So the scalpel instead embedded itself deep into the back of her neck. She screamed as she felt the pain of it as blood began to flow freely. She quickly turned to face the direction she felt the blade as her hand lightly gripped, turning as the man who had been reaching for the scalpel had just fully risen. Eyes of fury, the burning aura around the girl would fully ignite as she would grab the man by the collar of his shirt and lift him. She said something, what was said was unknown as it was lost in the distance, before the man began to catch fire and began screaming. In his panic to escape, he would accidentally hit the scalpel in the back of her neck... and finish the job Mr. Bekwood started. She instantly fell to the ground, leaving the man rolling as the fire consumed him... until his screams were no more. The other two that were near them had merely stood still in shock, and believing the man to have attacked her, gave him no aid as he burned to death.
'Did he intend all that, or was it luck?' Ghost would wonder to himself. Regardless, the task had been completed to his specifications and he was mostly a man of his word. 'Unless you are my target at the least.' He silently corrected himself. Slinking back out of the shadows of the nearby building, he would return to standing near the killer. "It seems you have completed your task as I have asked. As promised, your blood." Ghost would speak in a calm and neutral tone, not betraying how he felt about his performance except that he passed. It did good not to boost the person's ego in regard to his work and results. Ghost would reach into the quiver at his side, reaching past the crossbow bolts and taking out two blood bags before tossing them to Mr. Bekwood. "Now that you have left your mark and claimed a few more lives, it is time to depart. We will contact you when we have a target for you, and you will receive half your payment before the job. The other half comes when the job is complete. Any equipment needed can be provided if you request it. If you need to contact us, merely leave a dead crow in front of the same tree we first met." Ghost would add to finish their interaction, speaking in a business manner for what to expect for the job and everything he needed to know. He would begin to move away, before pausing with a smile. "Do try to survive and remain free till then. I would hate to have to rescue you." He would add in a purposefully combative tone... before quickly scaling a nearby building and departing. ☽☾☽☾ Irrelevant Post Count (?): 7 ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ OOC:
Akuryo wasn't that phased as he usually enjoyed fate's plan that came from his scalpel attack. The lady had gotten herself killed by the naive fool's who burned to death as he chuckled. The other men ran away from the location as he looked to the ghost and shrugged as he watched the man come out from the shadows. He watched as the man pulled out two blood packs as he put one into his jacket pocket, the second one he opened up at the tip to drink from the blood pack. "Indeed it is time to leave." He told him as he nodded his head once more but was told the deal of his contract. "I will ensure to keep in contact and survive. Have a good day." He told him as he began to make his way back to the home to the morgue.
"...Can you donate to me...some blood?" The Master Assassin
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Vickers eyes flickered to Rachel as she mentioned and tried to grab ‘little guys’ That he could not see. His head tilting ever so slightly to the right as that happened. The words themselves confusing the ‘madman’ momentarily. Even causing him to turn around to see if anyone new had entered… No one. â€Okay maybe the issue is also psychological… An..†He turned back just in time to realize what Garret had meant by ‘going to try something’ He instinctively lifted his right hand as if to brag the boy but it was way to late.. He had already put part of himself inside of her.
Even more worrying was he didnt stop climbing in! Vickers even knelt and cocked his head to one side to see if rachels stomach swelled with her new ‘feast’ but nothing. No bulge. Not even a shoe. â€Well thats… worrying…†Where his short words. Though when Garret’s head appeared he took a single step backwards. His eyes under his helmet going wide as he listened to the ‘kid talk’...
And then the straw that broke the back… the kid she had eaten came back up… and she tried to eat him again. â€God damn it.. Dont eat the students.. Also … Baggsy not doing the paperwork. That's your job Miss Student eater†And even with that he lightly… chuckled? Did he not care for the students safety beyond paperwork? Or was he just that far gone mentaly after years of seeing floofs.
Rachel started talking about taste again and even … nommed her own fingers? … .the pleasure seemed to flicker across her face at the .. taste? Then pain? â€Dont… bite your fin..†And then he reacted on instinct. His armour flickering on fully with a blue tinge while at the same instance a blue .. shield appeared infront of him. Just a square big enough to cover him from the ‘attack’... of socks and the now propelled person. The couch hit with a soft impact .. the anchor… Hit the shield and cracked the ‘ice’ it seemed to be made from .. just before it flickered offline. â€Okay.. And with that mess.. Im out.. I aint doing this s**t show of paperwork.†.. and for a guy in heavy armour.. He sure could run out the door… The balls of fluff however stayed in the area. Floating down and landing on some of the socks.
[OOC: .. i just have no words.. I Am excusing myself from this interaction as i do not feel as if i can post]
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He was freed from her maw to see the light of day and some strange blue wall... as his eyes widened before he crashed into it with a torrent of socks accompanying behind. He grimaced from the impact as he slid down from it, going down to the table with socks landing all around him. It was not a particularly pleasant escape, but it was an escape nonetheless. He did not want to have a tour of her insides anytime soon. As he regained his bearings, digging himself free from an ever growing pile of socks, he would cast his gaze around... To see the blue wall was from Vickers, and that Rachel seemed to somehow still be shooting a beam of socks at him. 'How many socks did this student keep?' He silently wondered to himself in amazement. While freeing himself he noticed the socks begin to trickle instead of pour from her maw... as he saw a familiar shape looking to escape as well. Not having time for words or even thought, he would throw himself off to the side as a couch exited from her maw and slammed into the blue wall. His heart was racing as it crashed own where he had been seconds ago. 'That was... close.' He thought to himself as he sought to calm his racing heart... before he saw a familiar anchor shoot out and crash into the same blue wall, though this time cracking it. 'It sure could take a beating.' He silently thought to himself as he saw it flicker and disappear. He was not certain what it was, but it protected Vickers from Garret, a couch, and an anchor at the least. Rachel would collapse onto the floor from the effort as Garret would hear Vickers speak, excusing himself as he did not want to do paperwork... Which Garret could not blame him for taking his exit now. Things rarely got better when Rachel was involved. He moved surprisingly quickly too for being in a bulky suit... and it was soon only Garret and Rachel as he turned his gaze to her. A few socks were still on her, along with those white puff balls, but Garret's main focus was on her. She was not looking great.
She again called him toothpick, an annoying nickname, as she seemed thoroughly exhausted and lost as to what was going on anymore. While he did feel sympathy for the shark, he did not forget she was tasting him and blocked his exit from her maw. 'And even if she resisted the urge to eat me, she likely would have kept me in there longer.' He silently thought to himself. He would rise from his own prone position and walk over to be beside her as he looked down at the massive shark girl. A smirk played on his lips as he looked down at her. "Well, besides the fact that you left me trapped in your maw and forced me to use some measure of escape... You seem to have expelled everything from that secret room you have. Well, most of it. Most of the meat is still there." He would simply say as he looked down at her, before almost seeming as if he forgot to mention something as he looked down to her with an arrogant smile. "I suppose I did forget to mention my normal semblance is absent. I have inherited some type of electrical one in exchange, which you seem to have become well acquainted." His voice arrogant as he spoke as he saw how useful the one he currently had was. While he vastly preferred his old one and wanted it back, he was at least given one that he could utilize. Despite this admittance that he caused her the pain, he did not foresee her doing anything in retaliation he could not avoid or beat. If she chose to do so, as he only felt it was fair given what she had done. He would then offer her a hand as he looked down to her with a slightly less arrogant smile. "Now shall you spend the rest of the day on the floor, or shall we seek some way to feed your insatiable stomach?" He would say with a smile as he felt partially humorous. For a moment, he had managed to fix her. He wondered if she could eat now again, or if they would have to try something new.
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Another day in the morgue, another set of bodies to exume and keep from dusting. Akuryo and his co-worker kept working throughout the day since his last assignment, and it had grown pretty dull. He sighed as the employee asked him what was wrong, prompting Akuryo to stare at him with a knowing look. The employee nodded his head and sighed while they worked, it was another student who had died due to a random tragedy.... probably from being burned alive. Akuryo took apart the limbs and carried them back into his office for later enjoyment for eating.
XXXPaper work? When the hell did she ever fill out paperwork? Was that the reasons she was always getting letters in the mail? Not to mention all the times she got pulled aside by the headmaster. Maybe she could pursued Porky into filling out paperwork for her in exchange for her to stop giving him such hungry stares. That seemed like a fair trade off, didn't it? Speaking of Porks, that kid was out of here in a SNAP. Who knew the kid could run so fast the moment Rachel bared her teeth, only to heave as something got stuck in her throat. Gage. Heave. Ho! There we go! With her jaw stretched unnaturally wide in the midst of her violent jerks and shocks, everything came pouring out. Well... That was everything that wasn't the meat, to her dismay. An onslaught of socks, Lancer himself, then a couch and even an anchor that cracked the fancy wall between them. Well over a hundred mismatched socks were spewed throughout the restaurant. That with a bloodied couch and a tarnished anchor. That was easily the worst expellent from her maw she had ever experienced. Certainly saying something, given her alcoholic tendencies and just how much she ate on the daily. As Rachel nearly blacked out, Vicker's had excused himself without hesitation. Something about avoiding even MORE paperwork. What the hell was that again, anyways?
No s**t he got a different semblance. She tried to eat him once before. She was sure as hell that she would've seen it back then, too. Instead, she got a light little stab before punting him into the deep outskirts. "Ac..acqua... that... s**t.. remindin' me of that uh.. spiderkid.. from my class... rode a tajitu.. lost his cool when.. uh... his girlie.. got nommed whole.." Of course it seemed that anything that got a bit too mouthy with that semblance got the living s**t shocked out of them. Her muscles were still aching. On occasion she'd even twitch. A little spasm here and there, showing she was still recovering. Eyes as vibrant as blue electricity would crack open, gazing lazily up towards him. Oh how tempted she was to try and bite off that damn hand of his. Instead, she cracked a pained but toothy grin at him before sluggishly taking his hand in her own. Her grip was strong, but clear that she was either restraining herself or simply couldn't muster her normally bone crushing grip. "I mean... I'd be totally down to just belly up. Keep my mouth open while ya'll just pour food in it. That sounds like the BEST time." Assuming he pulled his weight, the two would work together to pull the goliath to her feet. Vertigo kicked in, the world spinning around her. Her eyes were practically swirls as she looked around. She caught a glimpse of the staff, clearly unamused by everything. "So uh... do ya think they take socks as tips? Kek.." She could grab the couch and anchor, but she NEVER wanted to see another sock again.
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Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2019 2:42 pm
"The Twin Spears of Old"
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Garret would smile at Rachel's words of just pouring food into her mouth while she laid on the floor. 'Well at least her spirit has remained intact.' He thought to himself. How he got along with the boisterous and rambunctious person like Rachel he himself could not explain, but it somehow worked. He would hold her grip tightly in return and use his strength in combination with hers to help pull her to her feet, even going the extra mile a bit and trying to help her stabilize. The last thing he needed was her falling and dragging him down with her, as he knew he could not resist her strength and body weight if that occurred. "Knowing you jaws you would eat the place clean and still be on hungry on a normal day, let alone now." He would say in a calm tone of voice but with a smile on his face as he did. She would look around as she was clearly disoriented, Garret keeping a hand on her arm in case it became too much on the off chance he could stop her from falling. Her gaze seemed to have turned to the staff as Garret's would follow suit and he would sigh. 'Why is it she has to leave a wake of destruction wherever she went.' He thought to himself as he also knew she wasn't the type to keep a lot of money on her. He turned back to look to her as she mentioned giving socks as a tip to which Garret just shook his head. She would go to collect the couch and anchor, why he honestly had no clue for the couch, as Garret would go to the staff and pay while apologizing for his giant friend. Giving them a small bow as he would then turn and head back to Rachel. "Well Jaws they aren't going to charge me for most of this but you are banned from this establishment. Lets see if we can't find you a buffet or something so you can actually eat. Perhaps if you eat so much that the room fills up, it'll have to turn off?" He would say to her in a calm tone of voice, no real irritation in it despite the circumstances. His peace may have been disturbed, but he was always itching for excitement and Rachel supplied that in abundance. He also hoped his idea for nourishment would work, because he would have his hands full trying to stop her from eating him if it did not. If she needed any assistance, he would try to provide it for her... Though he had to ask one last thing. "I understand eating the student, but why the couch and the anchor? Surely those could not have been particularly appealing in taste." He would say and look up to her, confusion on his face.
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He would look down, his hand rubbing his arm shyly, the ridges of his folded spider arms underneath his clothing impeding from him having a smooth motion. He didn't know what to expect. He wanted to just get coffee. It wasn't racism or any type of anger. She just was asking was he sure he wanted these 2 venti drinks with all these extra pumps of expresso. He would nod, almost able to get an audible sentence out. He would give his membership card for the coffee shop and wait as they rang up the order. Of course, they were worried about the health issue of the whole thing , but he was going to be fine. He drunk a lot of caffeine. A lot more than he should to be honest.
Posted: Sat Mar 02, 2019 1:22 pm
☆☽Miya Tsukiko Tora☾☆ ☆â•â”If you don’t enter the tiger’s den, how can you catch the tiger’s cub?â”â•â˜†
Tsuki had spent her days she had free working at her family's shops. This was a rare day that she would have to herself, so she was enjoying a stroll in the streets. Well, the sidewalks, but same difference. As she walked slowly, taking in all the familiar displays she saw almost too often. But, she would enjoy them all the same as they were ever-changing.
Tail swaying slowly from side to side as she walked, the young tigress dressed in a simple yet decorated black kimono that rested at her calves and had a special alteration so her tail was not trapped under the fabric but didn't reveal anything. On her feet, she wore the traditional getas. Her white hair was pulled back in a simple but pretty bun that rested at the back of the girl's neck. All things she was used to as she did walk."How nice."Miya thought absently."Hmm, where should we head to today,"Tsuki pondered as she would rest her hand subconsciously on her sleek black purse whose strap rested diagonally across her frame as she walked.
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He had to go through this every time with them. He ended up having to sign a waiver. Like he was going to sue them. Once he finished having his order ranged up, he ended up having to pay no more. His order was free because of all the points he had. How many times he been there? A lot (21 savage voice). It was actually crazy once you count the number of times in the short amount of time he been at Beacon Academy. Sipping it gently, he would perk up, coming more and more balanced. He wasn't going to be giving speeches or anything, but the drink did make his day brighter! Getting his stuff back, he would head out the coffee shop and start look around to see what Vale had to offer. He was still a little anxious. What did this school have to offer? Why was fighting and being a huntsmen so important? He had many questions with no answers.
Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2019 9:36 am
☆☽Miya Tsukiko Tora☾☆ ☆â•â”If you don’t enter the tiger’s den, how can you catch the tiger’s cub?â”â•â˜†
Tsuki was quietly perusing the windows of each shop before she would look for a place to slip into. She glared down at her stomach that had complained with delicate grumble."Oh shoosh you,"Miya scorned mentally. The young tigress couldn't really blame it. She really Had skipped breakfast, so she was hungry. With a sigh, she would rest a delicate fingernail on her chin as she would ponder. Icy-blue eyes scanning for a place for sitting. Once she spotted an acceptable, a smile played her pink lips."Ah, there we are..."Tsuki she would say softly to herself, tail swaying, she would head towards a nice and proper restaurant for a bite to eat.
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Semantics and ideals. Of course, no one would blame you if you sided with the Beacon. No one would blame you if you feel that the popular idea is the correct idea. However, for Hades, that wasn't the case. You see, ignorance spreads when those form together towards an ideal proposition in which no one knows exactly the truth. Did he know the truth? No, for his was just a god camouflaged on the earth in that of a human carcass. Remnant will know him soon enough. But first, was food time. The hassle of even being allowed inside to get food was amazing. The charm had to come out. Usually requirement of shirt and shoes was the bare minimum. Issue was, he was not wearing a shirt per say. He had on a red leather like material coat. It wasn't really leather. He wasn't sure what it was, but the vest coat was banging and that was all he was caring about . His black pants, punkish in nature. the studded arm gear. Everything set to match .A shirt would just ruin it. As he waited for a seat after winning his battle, he would see that another came in. Looking, he would blink. Faunus? Been a while since he see one in the flesh. "A tail?" he blinked. He didn't even care he said it out loud. It wasn't to be rude or anything. He was just making a statement.
