#miburoni

" pharaoh. " the vice commander strolls in uninvited, a smirk plastered on his lips. eyes glancing then towards the little sphinx cubs, demeanor softens in admiration to them, " still cooped up in your own little bubble after all this time? don't worry, i'm not here for money. "

     UGH, WAS HIJIKATA HERE to ask for funds again? That man and his group flew through such at the speed of light and Ozymandias had no idea how they were running out like this. What in the world could they possibly be buying to the point the group was constantly poor? The sphinx cubs instantly seemed to perk up at the other's approach, quick to hop from their respective spots near Ozymandias to instead, paw at the Vice Commander's pants. ❝I am not 'cooped up'. You make it sound as if I just shut myself away in a room similar to that Shut In.❞ He spoke of Osakabehime, though really, he could also be talking about a certain young woman who served as a vessel to a prominently known god. Either or certainly worked to fill in the blanks. ❝I am curious...but if you are not here for money, what has brought you here in the first place? Surely it is not to make mere small talk.❞

&. 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

⠀⠀            such an amusing thought it was. heroes who were happy? being a ‘hero’ never brought any person happiness beyond those that were helped. heroism was naught beyond an act of sacrifice. how tragic for happiness not even your own. a gamble of life.

⠀⠀            ❝ surely that is a jest. either that, or you expect me to spend hours to find a single name. ❞ hand gestured to the rabble of many heroes, many legends.  ❝ none of died peacefully. we all know strife, reaching for the unreachable. perishing for a cause we believed in. or perhaps been a step stone for another. ❞

❝  you’ve caused quite the ruckus, you know.  ❞  hands slip upon another, folded just beneath her chin. she smiles, knowingly, a brush of reality breaks where she floats just above him. death marked this one quite well.   ❝  whether intentionally or not. ❞

        “  they’re flying kites at the overpass if you’d like to watch!  the children recently learned about a new way to make wings and feathers and they’d be happy to have an audience,  i’m sure.  ”

The  approach  gives  her  moment’s  pause ,   the  sylphian  woman’s  attention  drawn  towards  the  movement  of  another  that  she  hadn’t  noticed  prior .   Their  garb  is  something  that  she’s  seen  only  in  stories  &   museums ,   giving  rise  to  initial  belief  that  perhaps  he  was  an  actor  at  a  historical  event   [  but  she  is  no  fool  to  the  abnormal  beings  that  mingle  amongst  the  living  ] .   Lips  purse  momentarily ,   wholly  unable  to  place  her  finger  on  what  it  was  that  triggered  her  UNCERTAINTY ,   before  offering  amicable  smile .                        ❝    Donning  an  appearance  as  yours ,   I’m  sure  there  have  been  many  that  ASSUMED  you  lost yourself  on  the  way  to  a  convention .    ❞                                   But  that  isn’t  the  case  with  you  now ,   is  it ?

the gravel crunches beneath his boots as heine steps over pools of thickening blood and a mass of contorted bodies, all clad in black uniform.  he half expects to find giovanni in the middle of it all, ready to play another taunting games to rile him up.  but the person standing amongst the carnage is not his brother, nor is it someone he can recognize. 

❝ you did this? ❞    he asks, eyes briefly shifting towards the drawn sword.  it closely resembles the one naoto wields, though it seems to lack an onyx blade.  and still, the sight of it elicits a primal revulsion that makes the hairs on his neck stand on end.

anyone who has culled these masked “dogs” on their lonesome is no laughing matter.   no doubt another freak experiment, clawing their way out from the monster cages below to sink their teeth into new flesh.

he trains his pistols on the figure, fingers hovering above their triggers.  well, heine has his own fangs, too, and he bares them into a snarl.      ❝ who the hell’re you? ❞

❛      what d`you say about  sword fightin` with     ME     for a little while   ?      ❜