Pirate

"Guess no one taught you any, either. I liked you better from afar,” The blond rebuts, crossing his arms. “And the name’s Vendetto.”

He had no idea of the others intentions, nor had he figured the other’s reasoning or thoughts for what he was doing, but either way this was bad news and something shady was going down here.

"What a stupid name. Mines Crow."

He laughed and traipsed to the right, watching the others every movement.

[✘] — Killisaki had been travelling yet again, and found himself in a rather desolate world. For three hours, he has meandered (and by ‘meandered’, he really means ‘flown’) in this area, only to find strange creatures (of the ethereal kind, no doubt) and abandoned infrastructure. It was more or less disheartening, but he perked up at the sight of someone new. 

So much that he tastefully chose to ignore the rude greeting.

"I ain't no spirit, either."

At least he didn't think he was. Honestly he had no clue what he was anymore, for all he knew he could easily be a spirit...he hoped not being grouped in with the stupid ghosts that flocked around the amusement park seemed almost degrading

Not even this person, who looked odd by all means.

"Human? You’re wrong about that, buddy. But it doesn’t matter. Name’s Kagerou. I don’t suppose a person like you is enjoying yourself in this city, right?" After all, the heat was horrible today, and if it didn’t bother the other, it would be a sign that this person wasn’t human. (As if the initial words weren’t enough—a human doesn’t exactly greet other people by accusing them of being humans.)

Crow admitted rocking back on his heels. He had just got here, but he guess it looked as any other city did, however he's never seen a city still inhabited, it was more over whelming than he had assumed it would be. He couldn't even run the streets without plowing into someone and getting knocked off his balance, how stupid was that? 

"It's alright, I guess. If you aren't a person, who or what are you?"

He was curious, honestly, the second this guy opened his mouth he could tell something was off about him, like a benevolent spirit or something. He let out a low laugh.

Craning his neck upwards, the blond notices a person sitting on top of the merry-go-round (a rather dilapidated one at that), looking absolutely amused despite nothing happening in this area in particular. How’d he even get here, anyways?

There are so many spiteful remarks he can make, words that can match the hatefulness his eyes are showing. But he has neither the time nor energy to do either, so his response is a simple:

This comes to mind as she trudges through this desolate place that one of her runs had taken her to. She’d never been one for amusement parks, but rarely had she seen them intended for human use. Maybe this was a remnant of some bygone age, before birds came to power.

Whatever speculation she’d have cared to dwell on vanishes, however, as she’s addressed. Her eyes swivel to see the speaker before she turns.

"No, it looks like I missed the signup date by a hundred years or so. Who are you? It’s polite to introduce yourself to a guest, after all.”

"Wrong!"

"Hasn't anyone taught you manners? You're my guest, you introduce yourself first."

The thief rested a hand on his chin. She was weird, really weird. But hopefully she had a wallet or...or something of value he could antagonize her with, he just had to figure out how to get his hands on it-then the real game could begin.