#killuit

Wisely hadn’t the first clue how to start or run a business. But he did know how to catch people’s interests, especially that of foolish humans who didn’t understand a thing about the world they lived in. The Noah sat cross-legged on the sidewalk in front of his newly opened shop, munching on dango while sharing it with Gamako, who rested atop of his head. He figured if he showed off a bit of his Demon Eye, they would come flocking. 

As Wisely raised the stick up to give a piece of dango to his frog, a potential customer walked by, a sly smile spreading on the teen’s crumb covered face, the eye on his forehead flashing.

Allen was a pretty laid back person at any given time. Sure, a lot of shit had just happened before he was dumped into this city. And sure, he didn’t have Timcanpy to help him get around anymore but, really, he was fine. A little less fine now that he was lost and starving but.....fine.

 “Ahh....I wonder where I am. This isn’t good.” He looked around at his surroundings and tapped his foot a bit. He was well and truly lost. Groaning, he knelt down, clutching his growling stomach. He sat like that for a good few minutes before standing again.

that isn’t to say she isn’t enjoying the sights at all, but not nearly as much as she would under normal circumstances. regardless of her feelings, jeanne was, and always would be, a woman easily distracted by the sight of new things, which is why when she hears a random bystander shout ‘look out!‘, she thinks nothing of it. that is, until she turns her head, and spots a car speeding towards her out of the corner of her eye.

❛ ...! ❜

Battle was an art. In his life, Karna took it to upon himself to master any weapon he could. Of course, this resulted in a curse ultimately sealing his fate, but he still resolved to be the best warrior even in this new, peaceful life. 

As a Heroic Spirit, he was summoned as a Lancer. He could not complain, however lances and swords were his least proficient weapons despite his skill with them, but the demigod resolved to fix this.

He had chosen a quiet afternoon in a spacious and empty field, Karna in a composed state of meditation before standing, eyes closed and drawing himself into position to strike the boulder before him with his sword. No use of his Heroic Spirit skills, Karna burst forward, instilling his mind on the target. 

The demigod had only opening his eyes after he passed the boulder, turning to face it. It had begun to split cleanly into fragments, 85 to be exact, before falling into shrapnel. 

He peeks over at what the kid’s up to, making a suitably impressed noise. The guy’s got some tricks, it seems.

Naturally, one of the first places Natsuno tended to gravitate to in a new place was the local arcade, if there was one. He’d located Split Happens not long after sunset and promptly set out to try out every game in the place before it closed for the night. (If it closed? He hadn’t bothered to check the hours, confident that they’d make an announcement or kick him out when they were ready to go home.)

He started with the games he knew he wouldn’t like much, so he could check them off the list and never touch them again - arcade racers and shooters were generally pretty boring. Skee-ball and pinball and the other games like that were too easy with jinrou reflexes, too.

Natsuno spent long enough with the fighting games to get a decent idea for which characters best fit his play style - generally he liked to learn the agility-specialized characters until he was familiar enough with the game to expand out of his comfort zone.

And, finally, Natsuno settled in to his absolute favorite feature of any arcade - the DDR-style dancing games. He went straight for hard mode and let the world around him fade out.

Of course, with his nose and ears as obnoxiously good as they were, he was aware the moment someone else started walking towards his machine. Young, strangely sparky scent, his nose told him - as if the kid routinely stuck his fingers in electrical outlets.