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Aito sat on a bench that was behind a tree. This was getting annoying. His forth trip to this area in one day. He looked over and noticed a girl on the opposite side of the bench. He unbuttoned his shirt and took one of his arms out of it. He used his thumb to slit open a scar that had been freshly closed on his shoulder. The blood began to dance and aito twitched a finger. The blood disappeared momentarily before returning to his shoulder. A few seconds later a wide cut seperated two pieces of the same bench. It was an obvious attempt at keeping the girl away.

“…so that wasn’t all just in my head…” Tegi mumbled a bit to himself. As glad as he was that she thought on her feet he was confused as to why she didn’t fight back. Maybe she was too surprised? No that couldn’t be it. Deadmen usually didn’t hesitate to unsheathe a weapon if one was already drawn; at least that’s what he gathered from the ones he knew before. Countless times they would explain that they could ‘never be too careful’. In the back of his mind he thought it was a rule around him and not in general, but it was logical either way. Maybe she couldn’t find it in herself to fight him. It sounded about right since they were together for most of the day. So that’s what a friend does, I almost forgot... He rolled over to his back and looked back at Retra as she leaned against the tree. “Sorry if I freaked you out, panic attacks don’t come with an off switch... I guess delusions don't either. If they did exist I'd probably be the first to be given one." He stopped before he went on with what he was going to say next, thinking it over a bit more. "I think a free shot for all the trouble I put you through is fair, I promise I won’t move.”

Tegi watched as the other deadman returned and sliced a bench. “Well, I’ll move if something else comes flying at me. But not whatever you do” he said with a slightly nervous smile.

Seiji was walking silently around Deadman Wonderland; he didn't really have anything to do. He has a decent amount of cast points and had the candy earlier this morning, so he's not really sure what all to do. "Maybe there's a race I could enter." He mumbled to himself; races were something that he always won now (not exactly fair considering his legs are stronger than the others) he wondered how different things would have been if he was a simple tourist. Seiji soon noticed he was now passing the Ferris wheel. he looked up at it, not remembering the last time he's ever been on one.

Aito shook his head slowly. His blood rose from the cut on his shoulder and danced around him, forming a spider web pattern. This blood cut and destroyed the ferris wheel a few hours ago. That took me only a few seconds. It would take even less time to slice your body into millions of tiny pieces. I am NOT in a good mood right now so I really wouldn't test my patience at the moment. he said in a completely emotionless voice.

Tegi watched as the kunai flipped, almost neglecting to hear what she was saying. He couldn’t help it with the blade being such a pretty shining crimson. Not only that, but she caught it by its hilt every time. Maybe she’s had a lot of practice… But then he heard the words ‘cut’ and ‘off’ side by side. Tegi tilted his head a bit at the combination but quickly undid the action, remembering his promise to not move. By the look on her face it was unlikely that she was talking about something as stupid as his hair. No, that look meant business. It meant an ear or a finger or something. Well damn, looks like I just set myself up for a penalty game…There was no infamous slot machine to decide anything though; it was all Retra’s choice. He kept thinking about what all could be cut away until she raised the weapon above him. Ugh, I’m such a dumbass for doing this…He winced a little as the blade slashed into his cheek. It stung something horrible, but he still didn’t move. Tegi opened the eye that wasn’t on the side that was cut and stared up at the girl whom was now holding the knife to his neck, a crazed look in her eyes. I’m pretty sure that would count as more than one shot…

To his relief Retra withdrew the knife and backed up a little, her usual, uncrazed self returning. “Huh, at least you regained control and didn’t take it out on that tree” he laughed. He sat up and continued to listen to what she was saying, feeling the blood run freely from the cut. Curiously prodding at it led to a shap pain and fingeres covered with blood. As Retra questioned it he looked up from his fingers. “It’s fine!” he said in a false, chipper tone. Maybe…

As Tegi contemplated his level of alrightness he took note that there was another, youthful prisoner nearby. By looks it was hard to tell if he was a normal prisoner or not, but by his comfort level around branches of sin it was obvious that he was a deadman as well.

((OOC: I’ll add in more details and stuff later. And sorry if you were talking to me, I couldn’t tell with there being so many active deadmen in the area))

“Hmm? Why be worried about that?” he asked innocently. The only people Tegi could think of as being a risk to fight was the scarred up deadman who was obviously pissed about something and that ‘Mara’ lady the white haired undertaker was talking about. Any other guard was fun to mess with, and in most cases no match for a branch of sin. The guns they carried were just about their only defense and if you had good enough aim those were easy to dispose of. “If guards do come it’ll make it even better!” he smiled, “Besides, practicing on them is practically in their job description. The undertakers are a bit of a different story though…”He started to grow annoyed with the blood dripping from his chin. Tilting the injury upward he managed to get it to retreat briefly back into the cut, but it ended up dripping once more after a short while. Tegi sighed, a bit disgusted that the cut wouldn’t stop bleeding on its own and tried to continue the conversation he cut short. However he couldn’t remember where he left off. “Who are you anyways? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before.”

Kakusabi Momo


Too many, there were too many Deadmen around for comfort and all
where seemingly on edge.

keeping her eyes fixed on the most immediate threat Momo took a step back, the boy was right - They were naturally forbidden from using their branches of sin in public, after all, this cursed place was sold as a theme park to those idiotic free birds.

And yet it didn't seem to matter, Carnival Corpse had taught her one thing it was to wait until the moment was mostly tilted to her advantage
and here, out in the park, with several Deadmen it wasn't.
Fighting with this idiot would only cause more trouble that it was worth

Scoffing Momo scooted back around the tree and perched back on her half of the destroyed bench, careful to keep (what she considered) just out of range for any physical attack and keeping her new sitting partner in her site.
"Consider yourself lucky, if it wasn't for that kid then we could both find ourselves in hot water......"
'Or we could have found ourselves missing limbs'

Pulling one of her feet back under her body, in a, seemingly, relaxed position the ash haired female fixed her eyes on the three others, her nails still poised over the scars on her hands incase she did have to deffend herself.
“Next time you’re having a bad day can I suggest a cup of chamomile tea….or perhaps a valium before you decide to attack a member of the general population…” Just because she wasn’t willing to fight in such an open area didn’t make Momo’s personality any less caustic.

Kakusabi Momo

Momo's body twitched involuntarily, her foot balancing her on the bench, ready to launch her out of the Deadman’s attack range. Whoever this male was it was clear he had a temper as short as hers.

Tensing Momo slipped the small polaroid off the bench and glanced at it.
‘…….Great so I’ve got a Cell mate with an aggressive stalker….brilliant…’
Momo’s face turned sour as she peered slightly closer,
‘No…her eyes….seem softer….’ Frowning she flicked the small Polaroid back into the bench, watching it skid across the stone and flutter to the floor.
She didn’t know Raven, she had only been in the cell for a handful of hours, the image and the Deadman looked exactly the same. Maybe that was Raven? Before she wound up here….

She was thinking way too much into this. She didn’t want to be pulled into some petty feud or rivalry.
Settling herself back on the bench Momo crossed her arms, her body rigid.
“Do I look like the agony Aunt column? Take your issues up with Raven, not me”