人生 = おもちゃの町

   her body flinches at the male’s smallest changes of posture, the adrenaline released into her vessels during the previous fight still circulating her system and making her remain in high alert.

   however, she soon relaxes when his question reaches her eardrums, shoulders dropping and the tips of rosy lips now turning upwards, showing a small smile to the other. The girl even daring to release a soft chuckle in the mean time.

      “ quite the opposite. ” she answers, emerald eyes now staring the male.

      “ i want to live. ”

"Well, then you gotta eat more than that.”

      Toto huffed, letting his arms fall to his sides. Not that Toto really understood her reasoning for putting up a front (why even bother! here you are, with broken ribs, face-to-face with none other than the Mockingbird himself. the why bother? what do you even live for? ) To see her smile like that... it irked Toto somewhat, causing new emotions to swirl underneath his nonchalant mien.  

     Toto returned his gaze towards the alleyway. No one else was present. Not even the tracks of the other ghoul’s assailant. The boy didn’t move away from where he was. Nor was he inclined to help treat her wounds just yet.

     Instead he asked: “So? Did you manage to kill him?”

@otouto-san asked for a tarot starter || NOT ACCEPTING. || 9. STRENGTH (Strength, courage, patience, control, compassion)

     she stepped in the building and immediately saw the figure lying on the ground. Her first thought was, inevitable, his dead. After all, how could someone survive after boards had fallen on them and trapped them between them and the floor? Even so, it was not a reason good enough to make her walk away. Bare feet rushed to the stranger, loose hair fluttering behind her back like a king’s cloak. As soon as she was close enough, she heard his breath. It was barely audible and irregular, but it was there. Chris sighed in relief. She had come just in time to help him. He had been lucky.

     “Hey? Can you hear me?” As she called him out, she started moving the planks away from his body. Her hands pushed them on the floor, and in the meantime other boards were lifted in the air by an unknown force and landed next to his body. Chris barely glanced at them. She was completely focused on the boy, on the blood on his clothes and skin, on his state. Don’t tell me I’ve arrived too late. 

'Luck’ is a relative thing. Being rescued as he was teetering on the brink of death wasn’t luck. It may be ‘luck’ for the rescuer running towards him, freeing him of the planks and boards crashing atop of him, letting the boy’s muscles breathe with each material lifted. This was not the case for Toto. For him, ‘luck’ would be when his body succeeded to turn into mush from the rubbles.

     But those thoughts hadn’t crossed his mind, oh, not yet. All he could think of at this moment was nee-chan, where’s nee-chan, where is she, is she alive, where where where where where--

     “N-nh, Ne--!!” A violent cough (he tried to call her but failed) and he rasped hard. He wheezed and the muscles of his abdomen contracted painfully. His breathing remained erratic, even when the weight of the debris were sent flying off him. He didn’t even realise how it happened. In his catastrophic state he reached out his arms (or so he thought - the fingers were barely lifting off the ground) trying to find her, somewhere, somewhere-- 

     Damaged fingertips finally felt the texture of cloth. Not knowing that it was his rescuer’s dress, he clung to it the best he could. It’s as if his survival - his reason to live - depended on it.

     (Maybe she’s alive. He, too, clung to that hope.)   

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fluffy white nimbus clouds. dark grey cumulonimbus clouds. rainclouds. a hurricane. light spring breeze. a sherbet-colored sky at sunrise. hazy yellow skies. deep blue ponds of fresh water. blankets of sparkling snow. tornado winds. monsoon flooding. rich, orange sunsets. soft, purple clouds at dusk. heavy hail. the rumbling of thunder. icy sleet. gentle snowfall. moss-dusted tree bark. pink sunset clouds. grey winter skies. navy blue skies in the daytime. cool mist in the morning. leaf-bare trees. giant ocean waves. the full moon. a cracked, dry desert. rolling hills of prairie grass. sweeping waves of briny seawater. rocky, steep ravines. rippling canyon walls. spindly, cave stalactites. creeping, green ivy. lush canopies of leafy trees. dense, white fog. a peaceful creek of clear water. flowering cacti dusted with dew, catching light in the morning sun. a bubbling, hot pool of volcanic sulfur. sharp, grey mountainsides. fossils nestled in chunks of rock. a white sand beach. deep imprints of animal tracks in the dirt. soft, squishy moss. uniform rows of birch trees in winter. delicate mushrooms popping up in spring from beneath the decay on the forest floor. tumbleweeds jerking in the faintest wind across the desert landscape. light rain. summer wildfires. a mixing of hot and cool air before a storm. silent lightning in the static of summer heat. a windy blizzard. thick flakes of snow tumbling down from the sky. a tree standing alone in a barren, yellow field. a desert of loose sand and tall, orange dunes. a pure blue sky. a river of molten rock. a grove of flowering trees. twisting, mangled roots sticking up from the muddy ground. bitter, cold winds. tumultuous skies of stormy clouds. branches of lightning ripping across the sky. a foggy swamp. the tree-bare foothills of a mountain range. sandy brown cliffsides. rocky coastlines. the violent shaking of an earthquake. the mysterious sound of ethereal trumpets in the sky. the lights of the auroras borealis and australis. a black sand beach. a lone tropical island in the reef of shallow, aqua waters. underwater volcanic vents. a herd of migrating mammals. tree branches growing heavy with ripe fruit. light streaming down through the clouds. a field of lush grain wading peacefully in the summer breeze. the sound of insects and frogs teeming in the night. natural diamonds nestled in coarse desert sands. a frozen lake.

|| 泉 || :: he didn’t appear AGGRESSIVE from what she had been ( observing ) for the past half an hour before she made her presence known to him. unlike other ( ASSIGNMENTS ) she was told to keep her eyes on or to eliminate on sight, this one seemed as - normal - as one could be — but appearance could DECEIVE, that the vampire was well aware. he didn’t even question as to - who - was she or why was she here ? did he NOTICE her before or was he that ( care-free ) to not care ? so many questions.

               “ — i’m not here to steal your prey. ” her voice was casual, yet it held strong ( honesty ) as it was a prominent characteristic of the HUNTER. she kept her line of vision upon him, however, being CAUTIOUS but wasn’t going to alarm him too much or giving away - why - she was here in the first place. head TILTED and her - form - shifted in stature, noting his CASUAL AIR and the small quirk of his lips. his power was what kept other ( vampires ) away from him. but other than that, she wondered why the ORGANIZATION flagged him as dangerous. “ especially if you prey on demons, you actually save my time on that. ” added words as she brushed her hair from her shoulder. the HUNTER sniffed the air, especially around him. no scent of human blood. lots of demon’s, and a hint of - vampires. - “ you aren’t the one killing humans in the area, are you ? ”

“That’s great,” hands clasped, voice lacking any zest whatsoever, “boring, but great.” It has been awhile since he last enjoyed a real game - against vampires, at that. Other vampires (at least the ones active in this area) would scurry away, he couldn’t even see their face when he preyed on them. She would be an interesting opponent: her confident approach, her composed expression and her solid, straight-to-the-point wording. She’s got more drive than him. Given her added words, all those traits were likely a result of her job. “So you’re one of those anti-demon thingies? Hunters, or mercenaries, whatever.” He did took interest - it’s not like he meets someone like her everyday. (Wonder what’s her power... if he got a taste of it, would her composure contort?)

     At her question, Toto realised he’s stuck for an interrogation. “Lookit, a vampire who’s a softie for humans. Aren’t you discriminating the demons?” His scoff was almost inaudible. “Nope. Others before me did it.” Maybe it’s the demons, maybe the vampires. He liked to think that the purebloods did it. He'd then try and get a taste of them, just like how they did when they killed his sister.

Huh. That so. An eyebrow perked up - she looked awful already. He didn’t even need to taste the blood splattered on the concrete around here just to determine that yes, it’s the girl’s blood, ghoul blood all right. Yet she hid her hands behind her back, as if it could change anything in front of those studious gold eyes.

     Said eyes ran a gaze over her, observing her carefully. Her words gave off the impression that she’s surrendering to how things are - but the way she acted - trying to put up a strong front, wasn’t she? (What for?) Toto, slightly intrigued, ambled to her side and his shoulders leaned back, a heel planted on the pavement, the other on the walls. Golden irises flicked to the top of her head,

★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ — strength ★★★★★★★★★★ — offense ★★★★★★★★★☆ — defense ★★★★★★★★★★ — speed ( in battle ) ★★★★★★★★★★ — durability ★★★★★★★☆☆☆ — accuracy ★★★★★★★★★★ — agility ★★★★★★★★★☆ — stamina ★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆ — teamwork ★★★★★★★★☆☆ — stealth ★★★★★★★★★★ — close combat ★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ — bladed weapons ( swords, dagger/s ) ★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ — blunt weapons ( club/s, staff/s ) ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ — ranged weapons ( archery, gun/s ) ★★★★★★★★★★ — superpowers / abilities ★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ — traps/setups ★★★★★★★☆☆☆— medic

    any lasting injuries from combat? ——-      Not really, he’s pretty untouchable in his time. If we include his last moments after Hagire left his body, though, the amount of injuries is uncountable, he’s totally deformed.

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