Grim Reaper

     A cacophony of snarls roused Azura form her thoughts with a sudden jolt. What on Earth could that sound be coming from? Frowning as she realized that the source was blocking her path in a most inconvenient way, the songstress peered from behind the cover of a stairwell to catch a glimpse. This was a fatal error; locking eyes with the wolf beast, Azura didn’t wait around long enough for it to decide it was hungry. The wooden staff those so-called scientists provided her with wouldn’t do much good here.

     Tripping over herself in a panicked frenzy, after covering some significant distance she paused a moment to catch her breath against the support of a nearby building. It was in this moment that she realized that she was not alone.

“You have to run,”

“It’s not safe here!”

Or at least until one ridiculously pastel looking woman raced past, like she was running from the devil himself, resting against a building to recuperate from the act. A raised brow was his initial response, until her warning came to his ears. He had the time to register advice and nothing more as a massive snarling canine came barreling after her.

“What the fu-.”

Looks like this little lady came across the bastard by accident, and now he was planning on making her a quick snack. With a snarl on his own lips, the warrior in red drew his wooden weapon, and, as the beast neared, brought its blunt blade into a headlong collision with the wolf’s jaws, knocking it flat on its back. Taking on his trademark stance, he moved between the woman and the beast, wondering just how shitty his luck was that he kept getting caught up in this shit.

Hearing one of the waiters catching the attention to one of their customers, Riku turned around and looked at the guy who-dear lord what was with the giant belts on that coat- who was digging around for what was apparently a case of missing wallet syndrome. Oh that wasn’t good. Looking in her own wallet, she saw she had enough to cover for her meal and thensome- resting her thumb on her chin in thought.

“O-Oh yeah! There you are, was wondering where you went off to, hahaha!”

False laughter that failed to be convincing, and a nervous expression did little to promote the lie being told, but the Waiter really couldn’t give enough of a damn. So long as they were being paid, it didn’t matter. With a shrug, they walked off. Ragna watched as he did, and with a kick to the chair opposite to him, he offered a seat to the young helper.

“Whew. Close call.”

And to her that was a good and a bad thing.

“Well at least you are aware of what you did wrong. That’s good.” Makie smiled happily as she began to follow the white haired man. “But I might as well break it to you.” With a twirl of her heel she positioned herself right in front of him. Alas, her seemingly playful expression vanished.

In it’s place was a look of grim.

“As it stands, once you are in this city, you can’t leave.” The harsh truth, and the hook to retain the young man’s attention. “You woke up on a table, and the TV turned on with a man in a white coat in the picture right? That was one of the scientists of this city. Think of them as the laid back leaders. They took you from your world and stuffed you into this one for a little social experiment. And right now there is one in particular going on, caused by various triggers that lead to why the crowd approached you so carelessly and yet cautiously.” 

She spoke in a clear, cautious voice. It seemed to have been her job as well as the job of several others. To introduce the newcomers to this place. It had become a role she grew too fond of due to the interesting characters she had met. But right now it was not one she had fun playing as. The role had since become dry with the current situation. Yet she still found herself thrown into it. yet this one proved to be a bit interesting. As of late she had ended up with the nice guy or the shy characters.

“Yeah, that’s great and all, but it really doesn’t have anything to do with me. Made a living out of not making other people’s problem my own, and I’m gonna keep it that way. If any of these people wanna start trouble with me, I’ll kick their ass, plain and simple. But I won’t go starting any myself. That okay with you, tour guide?”

A simple little nickname, not particularly offensive, just a replacement for her unknown name.

“To call me a brat while you childishly vented out your anger at these poor NPCs is hypocritical. How old are you anyway? I know looks can be deceiving but damn.” Though it could be argued that now Makie was the one venting out her anger.

Read as; he didn’t really know so why bother answering anyway. While this person certainly wasn’t the vampire he knew and “detested”, she sure seemed to be hellbent on being just as annoying as her, an idea that Ragna aimed to stop immediately before it got out of hand. He wasn’t going to hang his head and let himself be berated by some stranger, not again.

 “Odds are its someone new to the city!” Biting her lip the short albino ran towards the sounds of loud whimpering and slight screams.

And as she arrived—

“….What….” Makie’s muttered under her breathe. Right now there was a man clad in red, who so violently shoved a NPC to the ground. Luckily there was no fighting. But the rather tall looking man with white hair had spoken volumes in appearance alone.

He was another one with a special ability to him.

“Tch…” Clicking her tongue, she approached the red clad man. Alas the crowd was far too dense for her. even as it began to thin out, people were still in her way. And given her height was that of a child’s, it made it difficult to navigate through.

An angry growl released from her as she pushed her way towards the opening.

“Bunch of…” The child mumbled as she left the crowd. through her red eyes she caught sight of the red clad man walking away. It seemed as if he calmed down. Probably needed to vent. She understood that. However….

Of course, he wouldn’t say it aloud, not to anyone here at least. New territory meant that he had to stake his claim, and being the big badass sure as hell got you more weight on the field the some poor bastard who’ll get picked off by whatever freaks there are in the city. Of course, that sort of mentality would be something that the rabbit back home would have been perfectly livid about. It was hard to say, especially out of his mouth, but he almost missed that damn vampire. 

A voice from behind him made the man double take, almost matching the image of his “friend” from his actual world. Confusion was apparent on his face, when he looked the smaller figure in the eye.

“Jeez, did you follow me here, Ra-”

The difference between the two finally registered, and he cut himself off mid-sentence. The confusion gave way to outrage as he realized that he was being met with insults and he didn’t even know this...girl? Woman? Goddamn, she was small, wasn’t she?

Welcome to the hive, Ragna!

You will be housed in apartment w-1.

You will retain the ability to utilize dead spike up to three times per day. You will also be given a wooden sword.

Enjoy your stay!

“Experience?! You’ve got fucking school kids here! WHAT THE HELL DOES IT MATTER?!”

          Well, he was all gung ho to confront this guy until an entire dining table came flying directly towards him. Luckily for Rin, he had been watching this guy move. His reflexes and that tiny factor are all that saved him from a smashed melon. However… he was just as unlucky since even though it missed his head, it collided soundly against his shoulder, sending him backwards into the bar with a shout that was somewhere between like a little kid and a girl.

          A distinctive wet pop from his arm told him all kinds of fun information like how painful it was, and that he probably shouldn’t move it. And also how painful it was.

          Eyes watering and refusing to let out a shout like the one he had just uttered, Rin struggled to sit up, glaring with all his sixteen-year old might at him.

When his opposition laid crumbled on the floor, Ragna finally seemed to find a moment or two to breath and consult that rather worthless brain of his about what exactly he just did, the red in his vision seemingly dying down for now. His temper was always a matter of concern, but was he really that indignant that he needed to go off before he could even get the job? His anger was always something to be concerned about, but if it flared up over something like this...

 That’s when the busted up looking kid appeared. At first, his immediate concern was the child’s well-being, assuming that he had somehow managed to  hurt him unintentionally. Of course, not seconds later, seeing the kid only reignited his anger. This was exactly the shit he was talking about!

She knew all too well what she was doing, and she knew perfectly that what she did was going to result in an enraged, snowy porcupine spewing all kinds of shit at her. She was used to it, y’know? Fuck this guy. She didn’t have to justify herself to this poor, dumb asshole. 

Briefly ignoring the bartender’s contempt for her less-than-savory behavior, she gazed down at the man that she’d been tormenting for the last few minutes. She’d wanted him to feel sorry for suggesting she was a call-girl, but even she didn’t think the stupid bastard was gonna wind up with a chair dropped on his thick-ass skull. 

Kneeling down to face him, her cackling idiocy quieted down. Calmness filled her features, replacing her spiteful expression. Sure, she was pissed off… but she knew exactly how to avoid letting it overtake her. 

“You gotta get that shit under control, babe,” she remarked, giving him the first polite smile of the evening. “Early graves are fun ‘n’ all, but I think you’d benefit from an outlet.” 

“Fuck off.”

He wasn’t about to deal with pity from anyone, especially not the person that put him in this situation. Drinking what remained in his glass, managing to choke back the extremely bitter flavor, he nodded to Decim and turned on his heel. Giving the woman one last glare,  and with a shift of his arms to adjust his jacket, he walked toward the exit.

“I’ll be back later, Decim.”

With that said, he stormed off.