「wιтнoυт a ѕoυnd」

‵ the shadow is not one but many.

                   syndra cites, dull humor in her tone. syndra swings a leg onto the fragmented cement. sweeping herself off her perch in a single fluid motion. snow white locks following her trail as levitates just a centimeter off the ruin floors of her CASTLE. the details and the small slopes in zed’s armor becoming so much clearer. she smiles something devious and sweet all at the same time. 

‵for your sake. she comments, curt and simple.                ‵kill the strays though, they’ll come back to bite you in the rear.

    “ So I intended. Nothing the slightest       problematic shall remain in my way. ”

“Oh.. ok” 

The young assassin was clearly disheartened by his answer, but nevertheless she kept kept her bright smile on her face. Her dream of getting a ninja weapon was felt much more distant than before. 

Kila took a sharp gasp as she thought of another brilliant and flawless idea 

“Perhaps, mr maskman. Do you have any spares? Anything will do! Shurikens to katanas. Are katanas ninja weapons? or are they samurai…” 

      Zed stood silenced by the younger individual’s inquiry. Had       he any spares? In silence, Zed ponders, thinking to the few       disposable shuriken he carried on his person. Would it be       fine for her to have one? Would she be fine with one?

      “ I do not know if this will satisfy you,          little one, but here, have this. ”

        She should have left, at least demanded answers from him.

          She’s cold, her clothes soaked, clinging to her petite frame.

          Half-lidded eyes graze over his appearance, weak and barely

          awake. The woman couldn’t think straight. She seemed almost

          comforted by his presence. 

          A hand clung to his tunic, intoxicated by his warmth. She didn’t

          realize what she was doing, or the impact of her actions. 

                                   “Thank you, Zed.”

               Zed is briefly alarmed by Akali’s clinging to the fabric                of his attire, but he says ( nor does ) nothing. She’s not                in her right mind, not entirely. Stricken ill by her body’s                shortcoming -- its condition -- she only boasts a chunk                of her usual strength. A temporary handicap.

               “ You are welcome, Akali. ”

               The feared master of shadows would move a clad hand                over Akali’s own. Though it was covered within steel, he                felt the need to hold her hand. Hot, or cold, it was with                the firmness of his grip that he measured just how much                life and strength Akali had in her at this moment.

   “So you were that ninja… are you being literal or just saying that because of the experiment?– What they did to us, it wasn’t in their power, it wasn’t LEGAL…

                                 -I know I’m me. Are you sure you’re still you?”

     “ You escaped us. To us, you are no more than         a rogue element. Renegade. That is what         you are. ( I on the other hand. . . ) ”

        The ( now ) cyborg ninja seems to step around the         roboticized samurai’s question. Ignoring things like         the humanity and legality of the experiment. Only         focused upon Yasuo’s ill status with the PROJECT,         as well as a flawed attempt at self-recognition.

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“Introductions aren’t necessary, ninja. I’m more fixated with how you manipulate shadows or rather, what permits you to do such?”

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❛ ——  The stars, the moon, they have all been blotted out of our atmosphere .

                                                       this wouldn’t have anything to do with you , would it ? 

    “ Of all the things–! ”

    Zed is, for lack of a better term, torn over this.    On one hand, there was a cat, a creature that    he was quite fond of, but on the other there’s    the amount of hair that now pollutes his room.