THE EMPRESS.

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〔★〕⠀ᴺᴼᵛᴱᴸᴸᴬ - ᴾᴬᴿᴬᴳᴿᴬᴾᴴ - ᴼᴺᴱ ᴸᴵᴺᴱᴿˢ ᴬᶜᶜᴱᴾᵀᴱᴰ

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【 Ⅲ— ミリオンダラーベイビー 】:

【 Ⅲ— ミリオンダラーベイビー 】:

       “Hm..” She isn’t quite sure how to take that, granted,        that is something she’d been told before, but never        truly took seriously. Eyes hold his gaze a moment        longer, before taking a step forwards.

【 Ⅲ— ミリオンダラーベイビー 】:

【 Ⅲ— ミリオンダラーベイビー 】:

       his sarcasm rarely ever bothers her -- she knows him well        enough to know he has never been much of a people person.        her gaze stays on her book, as she turns the page, eyes        scanning the text, excited to read onwards. “Care to take a seat?        or do you plan to slouch there for a while?” she already so        familiar with his posture, she doesn’t need to look at him to know        what he is doing there behind her. Just to prove herself right,        she finally turns to look at him. The ghost of a grin never once        fades away. 

This… might be a problem. He had never had much to do with the woman, but he remembered her, quite clearly, but more over, he remembered what she did. The very thing that had lead her to Inaba the first time, and the battles they had taken place in. 

Had they worked out something was going on? Was this just random happenstance? He had to be on guard, everything could be ruined.

Inaba; a small, quaint, quiet town. At least, it was, once, before the enemy of man kind decided to take up residence in this place. It hardly comes at a surprise to her, when she hears of the unearthly methods used to enact such horrid crimes. Murder most foul; a girl hung from a lightning pole, bodies strung up and displayed horrifically. The photos were almost unbearable. There is nothing human about this. Only a shadow could do something so twisted. And Mitsuru planned to find it, and stop it.

There is no fear or emotion behind her eyes, but merely an icy calm. Even as her gaze falls to the familiar features of Yosuke Hanamura. “--Oh. I didn’t expect to run into anyone your age so late.” An arm crosses her chest, before fingers curl around the bicep opposite; weight shifting, with the slight tilt of her head.