Nakatsukasa Tsubaki rp and ask blog

“It should have been me.”

“What kind of person can’t even protect their own family?”

“Siblings protect each other. And I failed.”

“I failed you.”

“I would trade places with him/her in a second.”

“The was nothing I wouldn’t have done for him/her.”

“I don’t know how to go on without him/her here.”

“The only star that guided me was you.”

“She/he would have wanted us to move on.”

“I wish I could turn back time and do things differently.”

“I dream of him/her coming back, but when I wake, I am all alone again.”

“All I could do was watch in horror and do nothing.”

“I have never felt so helpless before, as I did back then.”

“I feel so guilty for being here, when he/she can’t.”

“They had their whole life ahead of them.”

“No one should outlive their children/friends.”

“I would do anything for just one more moment with them.”

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△ My muse shows up outside your muse’s door after being presumed dead.

Tsubaki was outside of her friend’s door, frail looking and missing some articles of clothing, her scarf and belt notably, as well as her boots. She’d been missing for months, and this was the first home of someone she knew she came across. She frantically knocked on the door, like she was being chased. Her form was bruised and bloodied, almost as if she’d been going through beatings regularly. First, she hoped he would answer. Her survival would most likely depend on it.

“Kilik. Please answer. Please.”

Carefully, he’d start patching her up as best he could. He knew he couldn’t do much with for the bruises. At most he could put some painkilling ointment on the welts on her. For any cuts or anywhere her skin has broken and bleeding, he gently disinfect it and covered it up with gaze.

With her feet he was a little more careful. He noticed the odd form one of her feet where and how the other was simply swelling. He could only guess that the misformed one had been broken form long ago. He then chose to wrap the swelling foot to add some pressure on it. He then got up and get an ice pack for it.

“This is the best I can do.” He told her, “I’ll bring you to Professor Stein tomorrow so he can patch you up properly. If you want I can get you some pain killers so you can rest. Is there anything more you’d need? I can say by you if it’ll make you feel more comfortable.”

Every one of the newer welts that he’d disinfected caused her shoulders to tense up and teeth to grit. There was no vocal outcries though. She had gotten good at keeping in cries of pain towards the end of their stay, but their words. Towards the end of their brainwashing all she would do was scream at them to shut up and leave them alone, to weep at the memories of her friends starting to fade away into nothingness.

She tried her best to bite back a curse in her native tongue when he wrapped her still swelling ankle. Sprains like this weren’t all that rare of an occurrence, but after running on it and making it worse, it was even worse. And breaking her other foot was something that she’d never done, and the way it healed made her want to cry. Would she be able to run like she used to again?

“Thank you, Kilik.”

Her words came as calm as she could keep it, but she felt a lump on her throat that started to sting. Voice was obviously strained, trying to keep emotion down. She took a minute or two before continuing what she wanted to say.

“I would like some pain killers, thank you.”

Her eyes closed for a moment, even though she was calm, her eyes welled up again.

“Please don’t leave me.”

Her voice then was weak, almost starting to crack, but taking some deep breaths, and even though she somehow was able to keep her voice steady, tears overflowed and ran down her cheeks.

Tsubaki tried sitting up, but winced, holding her side. She felt like it was on fire, and groaned softly in pain.

“N-no.... I don’t remember anything.”

“The tea should be able to calm your stomach well enough until I can make breakfast.” He could sense a much more relaxed air about her while they were talking so the words about his presence didn’t need to be spoken.

“Well, I wouldn’t know personally. But I doubt that it would be a good idea to go in the area of other people when on a mission given the nature of your work.” He didn’t think that the school was starving its students, intentionally or unintentionally, cause he doubted that word would remain sealed within a small distance for such a long time.

The stutter came out as she looked past him. She couldn’t bring herself to meet his gaze, embarrassment swallowing her whole. No teasing this time around though, that was good, it made her meet his eyes after a few moments.

“Thank you Kinjiro.”

A thankful smile replaced her visible embarrassment. She found herself being more and more comfortable being around him, even surprising herself with how she was taking this entire situation.

Her gaze shifted to the side once again. It was hard, as pleasant as she felt being around this man, she had a meister probably worried sick, wondering where she was, and a life to get back to.

“You’re right, you’re right.”

She replied, his words taking her out of her thoughts once more. Of course, there was no control over where targets were at the time of the group arriving, and the longer they stayed alive, the more danger the general public of the area was in.

She always missed the cafeteria food whenever away on missions. The wide variety, the staff working the cafeteria, she even knew all of them by name, and loved chatting with them when she could.

“Take your time, absolutely no rush, no matter what my stomach says.”

Faye’s words bit, especially that last part. She flinched slightly as if a hand had been brought up to strike her, even if it was an accusatory pointing. However, her expression was more neutral, only a pair of furrowed brows had appeared. Of course, she couldn’t just sit still! There were reports of her target around that area. They even frequented the restaurant the pair were in at this very instant, if what she had read was to be believed.

“Sorry, but, I-I have my reasons to be here.”

Her meek voice spoke up, seemingly straining to be above a whisper. She was somewhat used to venom behind one’s words, but that didn’t mean they weren’t any less hurtful.

The bullet holes that hadn’t been there earlier really added to the feel of the place, only men sitting at the bar smoking cigars and hitting on the bartender could add to the aesthetic of the place. The other seemed to be annoyed just by her presence, and somewhat rightfully so.

Of course, she also couldn’t help but feel bad of the damage caused. She’d have to contact the school and tell them of what had happened. Silently, she thanked the stars she bothered to convert her city’s currency into this place’s. All of the remaining currency from this past week’s allowance was going to be needed her, and even more, she was confident about that.

The beat of silence made her notice a group of souls approach their location. The assassin doubted the one she’d been here for was mixed in with that group, but she could only hope so she could get this over with and talk to the owner about what had happened and help clean everything up.

“I… I think there’s more coming.”

An air of caution surrounded her words. She could sense them approach, and the feeling in her gut made her feel they weren’t coming for a nice chit-chat and some liquor. She only wanted to gather information from the owner, not get caught up in this mess.

Tsubaki clenched her jaw, reaching down for her twin blades that she had only just sheathed, ready for more. Of course, they were her target’s henchmen, but she wanted him specifically. 

°୭•.═══ great  - nice way to make things even uncomfortable. clearly, the way the girl’d reacted took her aback. Now, if she cried…faye wasn’t going to bother. urgh.

just how sensitive could someone get? if things had been a bit different, she’d have probably tried talking some sense into her. or not. she wouldn’t have been in the mood at any point of time.

reasons? no way – either she had something to do with the establishment or this was a bluff. not the latter. faye could’ve smelt a bluff from a mile away. how old was she anyway? eighteen? nineteen at most?

god, she was bad at guessing ages when it came to those younger than her.

she was armed, to top it off. armed with swords. swords.

faye’s eyes narrowed briefly, before her gaze flitted across the room. wooden floor – far from clean…not like it was clean in the first place. overhanging smoke from cigarettes that never really went, even if they weren’t lit at the moment. missing customers, missing owner, no visible threat.

so far…so good. but of course, too good to last.

she paused, straining to hear. they weren’t making much of an effort to keep quiet. their voices wafted in like indelible stench, announcing their arrival before their heavy, quick-paced footsteps could do the same.

she had a distinct urge to compare them to a gorilla, but now wasn’t the time.

“already?” she spat, a look of vexation flitting across her features. “…men. don’t they understand that women never like it when they’re this persistent?”

she crossed her arms, eyes rolling to the side briefly, before she took out her gun. one. just one – she should have brought something else with her…but nothing much could be done at this point. and she was sure a good amount of  magazines had been spent.

she fixed her companion with a vaguely meaningful, if not slightly haughty look. “ these are the sort of guys you should never date. understand? ”

…very out of place remark. rather like wishing ‘happy birthday’ at a funeral. but she didn’t seem to be joking.

“ trying to be fashionably late, aren’t they? ”

she smiled ever so slightly, seemingly unworried.

This woman was a great fighting partner, she had to admit, even if the snark that came from her bit, but it wasn’t like she could blame the other. She was very out of place, and she knew it herself.

Tsubaki’s gentle face hardened with focus, tightening the grip on her blade hilts slightly, she readied herself even more. She had a strategy, and was fast enough to outrun bullets, but this woman, she highly doubted. Would she have to smoke them? She hoped not. Explaining her being a living weapon made her feel like she was being nutty, no matter how truthful she was being. Unsheathing finally, she laid and crossed the blades across her lap, careful to keep the blades away from Faye, fluid movements of a professional.

Her gaze softened while turning to face the woman, eyes kind, juxtaposed to what she was going to be doing with these blades any minute now. Not being able to find words, attention was turned to the door which was effectively was stuck hanging open, not doubting one bit a man of the previous wave was behind that.

These men weren’t going to be hard to take care of, just like the previous onslaught, if not, a little harder due to the bodies littered around the trashed room. Would it be a good idea to warn the other of her unnatural abilities before the group of men made their appearance, in case she had to use them? She should, shouldn’t she?

While thinking this over, she peered once more between the other woman and the entrance to the restaurant. Opening her mouth to say something, she shut her mouth again. She can explain afterwards. Right now, she pray that if she had to use something other than the physical weapons she had on her person, this woman wouldn’t react in a negative way.

A smile raised onto the corner of her mouth with Faye’s first comment. The comment she made, she in truth found quite hilarious. She could definitely relate, a small nod in reply.

She heard the sound of a gun being readied, a sound she had been quite used to in her years at Shibusen. The range of a gun was so much better than her blades, but she could never get used to handling one efficiently.

A giggle, she couldn’t hold in came in response to her next statement. It was unexpected to hear, to say the least.

“Understood.”

She replied after a beat of silence after her small laugh. She’d never thought of relationships, at least not seriously, but she took the advice to heart.

A confident smile came across her features now as the wall of sound steadily grew.

“I’m sure the excitement will be worth it.”

The assassin had thought about striking from above, but there was no good place to position herself, so she might as well meet them head on. A small huff, and her demeanor hardened once again.

The question now would be to ambush and sneak for as long as she could, or meet them head on.

(this is a closed rp starter for @blackstardiopside)

It was as quiet and peaceful as one could get in Death City. The motions were being went through, with a cheery “hello” and “goodbye” and a “please” and “thank you” from one resident to the next. A hot summer day was just too nice for the people to not take advantage of!

The markets were booming with business, especially the fruit stands and the fish sections of the market. Tsubaki had been wandering around aimlessly, trying to brainstorm to herself what she would be cooking for dinner. She settled down on something easy that would warrant a summer cookout being had! She had bought many groceries, and had gotten a hold of her other friends with the time and place.

She replied with a chirp, wait-

“Black... Star?”

Her eyes grew wide, blinking, shocked. It wasn’t like her meister had a common name, no. In fact, she thought it was one of a kind. It surprised her, honestly. Her smile grew wide as her eyes returned to a normal size.

“Sorry if I looked strange, you have the same name as my meister. Never would I have expected you to have the same name as him!”

The smaller of the two’s next comment made a small laugh come from her, flattered to hear that. What she said was true though. She had the best of friends anyone could ask for, and she was glad to add this Black Star to the list too!

“O-oh my- I’m so... thank you so much!”

She sputtered, grip gentle when taking the paper, eyeing it in case it fell into one of the many puddles on the sidewalk. A sigh of relief came from her seeing that the paper was in perfect shape. No ink smudged.

“Thank you so much. I... I’m grateful.”

       Shigaraki was dimensional hopping again, and he came to a… certainly an interesting world. Things seemed the same, though the sun on the other hand– well he’s never in his entire life seen a sun like THAT before. It was hard to ignore.

    He soon came across what seemed like.. a school? Maybe? He wasn’t sure, but there were some younger folks hanging around it. Though most gave him strange stares. One going off to go report a stranger on campus.

School had let out a short time ago, and the weapon was catching up to her energetic meister when her attention turned to this strange man appearing out of thin air. It wasn’t like he was invisible, and he took quite a hard fall-

Turning on her heel, she approached the man that had caught her gaze from afar, making sure he didn’t hurt himself.

“Hey! Are you okay?”

Concern laced her outcry, more worried about if he was in pain than someone appearing out of nowhere.

She blinked at his reply once she was within an appropriate distance.

“Oh, sorry about that. I was asking if  you were alright. You looked like you took a hard fall there.”

Nevermind the many questions that were zipping around in her head, she remained composed.

“I figured. I’ve never seen you around before. Here, let me help you up.”

“At this rate I won’t be able to use Apex twin unscathed.” He said under his breath.

Almost on cue a signal flair shot up from the tree line bathing then in a red light.

“Well I guess that’s my Cue.” Kilik smiled, “Tsubaki! Get behind me. I’m gonna send this place sky high!”

The meister started to gather electricity and fire in each of his hands. The weapon would notice the soul wavelength of the trio growing stronger. However something seemed wrong their resonance seemed too iritic.

Before Tsubaki could warn her teammate, the meister lost control of the balls of energy, electrify and flames raised up the meisters arms and he fell to one knew. “Damn it...” he winced, “I knew it, we’re all too tired. We can’t control that level of energy now.” The meister glanced around trying to think of what to do.

She heard not his statement, but knew what could happen if he overexerted himself. She had no way to carry on with the plan without his capabilities, and it would only be more violent if he couldn’t.

A sigh of relief sounded from her from seeing the single red verticle stripe in the air, knowing the implications of the flare.

“Got it!”

Getting behind him, she braced herself, on edge that anything could happen.

Thin eyebrows knit together with concern for the meister in front of her, knowing what was about to happen, sensing that they didn’t have the energy to continue themselves.

“Kilik!”

Rushing up beside him, she tried to help him get back on his feet, using her shoulders to 

“I-I got it. Please don’t hurt yourself!”

Kilik took a deep breath and held the weapon. The meister’s utility mister soul made resonating with so many souls at once easy and practically seemless. He planned to use Tsubaki as a conduit for the twin’s powers. The logic being that if he couldn’t control the power he’d use let it flow through something else.

“This may tickle a little.” He held onto one scythe on each hand.

In the void of their resonance Tsubaki with see the little twins before her. Fire and thunder would raised a hand up to her, asking her to hold their hand.

“You know me too well, Kilik.”

Her reflection glinted on the blade in his right hand, her expression cool and calm, but only for a moment before returning her attention to the situation at hand.

A small smile from the older weapon to the younger ones as she saw the twins in the void of their resonance. Her own go-with-the-flow wavelength was added to their resonance, taking a hold of the twins hands, feeling their own wavelengths. She could easily handle the erratic power that Kilik’s weapons had, adding her own soothing and calm wavelength into the mix.

“Hello children, how are you?”

“Tsubaki’s definitely gonna give me a earful after this.” He sighed to himself as he held onto Tsubaki’s chain with both hands and started to spin both ends.

As soon as Tsubaki’s hands touched the twins’ she’d feel an energy surging up her arms. The hand holding Fire’s felt like a wave of warmth that slowly got hotter and hotter. The other holding Thunder would feel the prickly static of electicity running up her arms.

The two little toddlers would smile up the older weapon and give her a thumbs up. Even in resonance it seems the two haven’t figured out how to talk. Their cheery disposition a stark contrast to the sheer carnage they helped cause in the outside world. Or what they’re about to do.

As Kilik spun the sickles by their chain the respective elements started to flow through them forming a disk of both flames and electricity.

“No time to think of a cool name for this move so here goes.” He said before jumping up with a spin, throwing the sickles outwards to his side and holding the middle of the chain with both hands, letting the sickles extend as far as the chain would let them.

One side of the chain so hot it sheared through the bodies like butter as it swept through the crowd. The other sparking and jolting with so much electricity it vaporized all it came into contact with.

It was beautiful as it was terrifying, a spiral of fire and electricity almost like a flower. It wasn’t long before their enemies where all cleared and left to nothing but ash and soot and keshin souls floating in the air.

She didn’t know the extent of his damage, and she herself was tired, but she still had to force herself to carry on to meet the others at the rendezvous, so they could know their group was safe, and because it was the safest option. They had agreed prior they’d join the rest of the group. If only they knew how many grunts they’d be facing. Honest mistake though.

Eyes closed to focus on their resonance, accepting their frantic wavelengths, and stabilizing it with her own with ease, amplifying themselves and sending the raw power the three had to their meister. Once there would be no one else aiming for the four’s lives, she’d worry about Kilik’s condition afterwards, much to her own concern for his health and stress levels.

The twins’ response to her question made a smile tug at her lips. No matter the situation, she couldn’t help but be enthralled by their adorableness. Spoiling them would come later, after making sure the one wielding all of them was okay and gonna recover fine.

She lengthened her chains with seemingly no end to how far they could grow. That was one of abilities of her chain scythe that made this mode her favorite. The heat and electricity coursing through her to start beading up with sweat, but it’s not like she minded. It didn’t hurt, or at least, that’s what she was telling herself. It was almost scary what power these two toddlers held.

His comment made a small chuckle escape from her, hearing it barely, but still able to understand it. A small huff and she was back to focusing on the resonance one hundred percent, lending him her power, gritting her teeth in concentration in keeping the resonance and amplifying the raw strength of everyone else’s souls.

Her closed eyes made her not notice any of what had happened to the enemies, not being able to help a battle cry coming from the weapon. It helped to relieve some of the tension she had felt during the attack that was one of her more powerful.

Not taking the time to notice though, once she felt this power subside, knowing well that Kilik was too spent to do anything but lose consciousness, she spent this time to prepare to catch the other to keep from hitting his head on the floor. Straying from the path of calling her meister’s name, she knew this was coming, and didn’t want to worry the toddlers anymore than they probably were seeing Kilik in this state.

“I got you. Let’s go meet the others.”

She guided him gently to walk a 180. Relieved that she suggested going to the hospital before they got any further down the road. There was a motel that was quite close by to her flat, so if he needed a place to stay for the night, and if he was uncomfortable sleeping on a spare futon, she’d just simply pay for a night there. It was much safer than outside, especially at night with creatures like the one she’d killed a little earlier.

Hearing what she had thought was Spike wheezing made her brows furrow in worry and a slight frown take to her features. Her instinctual query to ask if he was okay was held at bay, now not wanting to give him any redundant words, as his curt replies would hint at his annoyance of them. Of course though, if she was in the amount of pain Spike was in, she’d feel that way too. Maybe she’d be crying. She wasn’t sure. She’d never broken an extremity like that, but would like to hope she wouldn’t cry.

The silence wasn’t that uncomfortable, as her focus then honed in on getting him supplies that she knew she had, and making him, more namely his arm, as secure as possible. An arm bending like that was sure to make anyone cringe, and she was wondering how he wasn’t yowling in agony at this moment, even if it was at rest. 

The weapon’s heart rate from that exciting, albeit battle had finally slowed to a much more normal humdrum. A deeper inhale, followed by exhale came from her, shoulders rising slightly and then falling. It reminded her she’d been successful in this fight, that she still lived, if the breeze that occasionally blew past her didn’t convince her enough.

A quiet hum of acknowledgement to his statement. Of course, a few things she was going to give him to use, to make sure his injuries would heal properly, at least, to the best of her abilities, maybe offer food and a place to sleep. Knowing not of any of the stranger’s needs besides the urgency of his damaged bone, she’d be sure to cover all bases before sending him on his way. He probably had places to go, people to see, a life to live outside of Death City, and she wanted to be sure he would be fine.

The man’s unfriendly tone didn’t offend her. In fact, she more ignored it. Maybe that’s how he was. Just a grumpy person like Ragnorak? 

The answer to her question was met with a nod. She was glad the punishment for his ignorance wasn’t more severe, as she was sure she’d have to see the damage to whatever else besides Spike once she confirmed his safety and health. She didn’t have to think carefully about her next words, but wanted to make sure that the other knew.

“The creatures around here aren’t affected by those kinds of bullets. You’d need a firearm type weapon if you’re going to want to do some damage.”

Maybe he’d already figured that out for himself, but if not, clearing up some of the mysteries surrounding this area was something she was more than happy to do. His own question made a small smile come to her face.

“You’re in Death City, Nevada, United States. This city is in the middle of the desert, so it’s a little bit surprising that you don’t know where you are.”

Of course an outsider would find this area strange, and very dangerous. From the large castle-like building in the middle of the city to the grinning moon with blood running from in between its teeth. The city wasn’t an ordinary tourist destination with sights to see during nightfall. It was quiet, calm, but with silent dangers lurking.

Long discarding the soul and the leftovers from her friends’ apartment, they came to mind quickly, but were quickly cast out. They definitely weren’t important right now, and if Shinigami-sama or anyone else were to see what she’d did, she would get expelled, no doubt. To save a as far as she knew innocent life though, she’d risk it. He was in eminent danger, and she knew she needed to step in.

“I’m sorry that you had to go through what had happened tonight, but I can promise you that it’s safe during the day.”

She thought that was something that needed to be said. Having been tracked and your arm mangled by a monster is not how a first impression of a city, especially this enchanting, should go.

The return of his thoughts to the pain was inevitable. You never really felt bone until you broke it. Felt like something else had been forcibly inserted into you skin. What was an integral part of you wasn’t a part of you anymore. Gone. You wanted it all gone.

Spike forced his mind to wander – the broken arm guiding it like a gun pointed at the back. A reminder, ever present. Abandoned trying to surveil the concrete buildings that belonged to a different time – an older time, turning his attention to the fumes that was injected into the air with deliberate slowness.  

Disorientation was inevitable- but even with the lack of awareness, he still knew.

For a minute, he found himself wondering if it was an open fracture after all. Meant trouble – he’d need professional attention. Couldn’t risk malalignment, given the dislocated elbow. Dislocated. Finally able to make much sense of what had happened.

Thoughts shifted. Tsubaki was still talking. Words were everywhere, humming, shifting in pitch and meaning before clearing themselves – flurrying into a state of being understood.

Not affected -

Ceased hearing further. Something he had already figured out. The latter half was unusual, but there were other things that weren’t clear. Not important. Move along. Move along.

The stones grinded beneath his feet, paving a dim grey that glistened, in an unblinking way. Slow movement. And if they didn’t hurry – even slower. Very easy targets then, and that was something he did not particularly look forward to. So much for a thrill.

Curious how this had made him reconsider things. Yes, he was in pain – but it was very easy to make the brain misinterpret it….nah, that wouldn’t work. Quacks were going to be quacks, and he didn’t trust a word of what they said.  

Death City.

Gaze wandered. He’d never heard of a place like that. Very fitting name.

Nevada.

Still very languid, though his lips were drawn. Strained. He’d heard that somewhere…

United States.

No longer languid.  

Eyes widened, muscle tautened. He could have turned around violently, but his arm prevented that. His tone was enough to indicate his incredulity. Jaws were a little slack when he spoke.  

“United States?”

This was Old North America. Sure as hell didn’t look like that at all. He almost wanted to laugh. Laugh at the ridiculity of this. The compulsion rose to life within his throat, but it died a quiet death on the tip of his tongue.

The pain still persisted,  cold metal pressed onto the back of his head, but he was facing something else altogether now.

If his speech had been curt before, it was not inhibited now.

“This is Earth?!”

Voice, then contained, control – now loud, jarring.  

Regretted that the next second, but he bit back the wince from the sudden radiation that spread out from his arm. Almost successful, but it slipped through eventually. Bit into his tongue, trying not to get out the building curse. Not the time.  

Earth? Couldn’t be. The moon didn’t look that. Didn’t look like anything. Caved in, splintered, just a source for ashen, fiery meteor showers…not this very literal face with a smile that seemed to replace one’s spine with static. Where? How?  

Very dim possibility of a parallel world, but that was just a delirium induced thought. Part of a fabrication that made no sense. Genre-savvy, but it was something that could never physically happen. Not possible. Not yet.

Stupid thought. His head was starting to become more blurred by the second, he reckoned. Blamed the pain for that.

But if this was Earth – then there were bound to be communication towers. Satellites. Just had to get back to the Swordfish and -

- it couldn’t be that easy. The panels were still working, last he recalled, so communication wasn’t entirely non existent within the realm of possibility. But this was the sort of time where he would have to think of the likelihood of a catch existing. Lady Luck rarely indulged in the virtue of generosity.

Very fickle, like a few other people he knew – one woman in particular…

Safe during the day.

His face underwent a fleeting change of emotions, as did the way he held himself – colors taking the place of the other. Rigid, drawn to lax, resigned.

There was a touch of exhaustion, and he appeared to sag, droop a little, slouch becoming more pronounced. The cigarette hung in a less lazy manner, adding to the look of weary disbelief on his face.

A look that was directed at Tsubaki.

“Yeah?”  

The sarcasm that laced his words was biting.

“Don’t plan on stickin’ around to find out.”

House a little further down, just a little more and she’d give him the medical attention he needed to the best of her ability. Eyes closing for a moment, she focused on everything around her, the scent of a Death City night, the sounds of their feet on the road, their breathing- nothing out of the ordinary. They were truly alone at this very moment, and for once in this city, the feeling was relieving. 

Indigo pools opening again, they focused on the walk, focused on the man she was supporting, any signs of pain that came from him, even if they worried her further.

The exclamation of the country they were in both surprised her, but didn’t. He really didn’t know what country he was in? Maybe she had to check him for a concussion as well as tend to his arm. Her friends also asked similar questions when their head was injured.

“Yes.”

She answered simply, expression as plain as the starless monochrome sky. No emotion was present until his next question that burst from him.

“Earth?!”

An echo then came from her. He really must have hit his head. It concerned her. 

“Why wouldn’t it be earth?”

Her question posed, calmer than the echo that came forth moments earlier. Feeling his wince, the weapon apologized once again.

“Sorry.”

She wasn’t sure why she apologized, but maybe there was a jolt she hadn’t noticed, a small jump at his outburst, possibly? Second nature of hers to ask for forgiveness for events and people out of her control? That had to be it.

“We’re almost there. Just a little longer.”

Words that aimed at comforting, but she doubted it helped anything.

Tsubaki’s face turned to look at the other, seeing the emotions moving a mile a minute on his own visage, maybe she shouldn’t have said that to someone who went through what had been no less than traumatic, she was sure of it. A sheepish, apologetic frown, almost a grimace took its place on her lips, eyes following their motions.

His slack was met with more effort from the assassin. More power was put behind her grip, aiming to keep the same gentleness though.

The bite of his next thoughts had no affect over her. In fact, his sarcasm shining through. Did he hurt his head? She started to doubt her own conclusions. But that would mean-

Questions could come later. He was in a sour mood, and that much wasn’t rocket science to figure out. She’s had to deal with Ragnarok’s insults aimed towards her. Now those sometimes struck a nerve with her, his sarcasm was nothing, 

A smile with a feather’s lightness came across her features. Her front door came into view, much to her repose. She fished for a key with the arm not supporting Spike. Awkwardly, she reached to her opposite side for her housekey, ready to fight with that damned lock before getting to it. 

Only imagining what time it had to be, a small sigh came from her. At least she had a nice weekend ahead of her, plenty of time to catch up on the sleep she was going to be missing making sure this stranger was going to be okay. Not that she minded, but she’d have to rely on an alarm to get up this coming up morning.

“Some stairs coming up.”