#bigblacksword

Was that a sword? No way, that was huge! He had to be something other than human if he was carrying that like it was nothing. She felt a tingle of excitement at an obvious hint of strength, was it just normal metal? How fast could he move? Only one way to find out. 

“Hey! Man with the giant sword! Wait up a se-”

Her voice was temporarily drowned out by the screech of tyres as a large vehicle hurtled around the corner. It bounced slightly as it’s back wheels hit the curb and then it was gone. Phew, that was close. 

“Oh.” Not close enough, it seemed.

A steel rod, scaffolding or some other construction material, had speared her just below the very centre of her chest. 

TO: Ragna The Bloodedge, Litchi Faye-Ling, Hakumen, Kagura Mustuki FROM: Celica A. Mercury

Yawn~ stretch, crack. Nothing like sleeping on a pile of bricks to catch a good night's rest.

Ahri, being a resident of the wondrous district Epsilon, knew no finer joy than finding a nice- well, 'anything' to sleep on. It's no fluffy bed, or a lush green forest, but it does the trick. Being a fox and all, she's used to this stuff. The stiff back and cold surface was something she had grown to ignore.

But while this was all part of the usual routine with her new life here in this bizarre city, there was one thing - something different - that truly stood out this morning. Like sunlight that cut though even the thickest of shade, the individual in her hazy morning view drew upon all her attention.

It would be the one thing this morning she could never ignore... not that she'd want to~

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Since their rather awkward and easily-misconstrued encounter earlier that night, it was a safe bet that Nelliel had quickly adapted to having someone like Kagura as her company. It was true he held major differences from the people with which she normally conversed, and he was physically invasive on occasion. However, if there was malicious intent he'd have surely acted upon by now. At least, that's what she preferred to think. 

In the time that had elapsed in preparation for this impromptu outing, the moon --full and pure white like a dinner plate in sky-- had come entirely into their view as if intended for their eyes only. The softened light reflected on the pristine and gentle waters before them, normally a murky blue. They were seated at a wooden area, with only one or two other pairs of people around at this hour. It was convenient. Tranquil. 

" Baby, you're too good to get any recycled lines. I can only give you the originals, straight from the heart. "

" Oh so you do pay attention to little ol’ me eh? Here I thought I was merely a punching bag. "

"Of course you're not a punching bag!"