#bulletcouture

         The woman... Kanji doesn’t mean to stare but she definitely looked familiar... Maybe it was the glasses and dark hair combo but she reminded him of a certain persona user. Maybe they were related? Or maybe he’d be making a complete fool of himself for asking? The latter’s happened way too often, so he approaches her -- a bit stiff and certainly intimidated.

Kay wonders how the heck anyone learns magic by themselves.

She's sitting outside near dark, surrounded by books and notes. Few people are out at this hour, save for a nearby stranger.

Unsure if they’re paying attention to what she’s doing, she decides to get fancy anyway. She picks up a book with an icy spectral hand, one of her only available spells. Concentration isn’t her strong suit, however, and the hand dissipates, unceremoniously dropping the ice-covered book in her lap.

Her eyes move to the bystander, trying to smile through her embarrassment.

          ★ –;; “Ma’am?” Vash calls, long legs trotting himself languidly up behind her. “Excuse me ma’am, but--,”

“But I believe you dropped this?”

A rose appears as if magicked out of the redness of his coat, proffers itself forward; luckily the granny at the flower stand was still overly fond of him, regardless of his absence.

Much like a child who had been caught red handed and the undeniable evidence of cookie crumbs littering his chubby little face and shattered pieces of a cookie jar scattered about the floor, Sonic freezes up and goes dead silent. He stills his limbs, fingers white knuckled curl around the perch he sat on. Impossible. There was no way he’d been found out! Regardless he doesn’t move let alone breathe hoping it was a mistake but the woman refused to peel her gaze away from him it’s then he knew it was his folly who had been foiled! 

❝ S-shut your mouth! You’re no lady! ❞ In his temporary state of ire fueled humiliation Sonic stumbles from the shadows rather than emerge like the stoic Ninja he is.

     dante doesn’t have much to say as he walks the empty halls of this city. pristine floors and golden lights, dante feels as uncomfortable as he can be. the people don’t seem to notice him no matter how many times he talks to them, as if he doesn’t exist. for some it’s a dream, yet for him it’s almost a nightmare.

     he walks and marvels at the structure of the seemingly ghost church, he doesn’t dare go out into the light, he just stays safely inside --- looking for a way out. that is, until he hears steps coming his way. he peeks around the corner and sees a woman --- he’s seen her before, back in the city. she’s hard to miss, and so dante leans against a wall as the footing gets closer.