#mmtv threads

Though sleep is a fundamental necessity of mankind's, one is typically unable to allow unconsciousness to embrace their fatigued mind when haunted by the nearness of danger. Especially when the hazardous threat is not incapable of concluding their very existence. It is because of this that a reasonable amount of surprise courses through his veins upon encountering a human slumbering away as if nothing at all is amiss around him. Though it is not as if he feels inclined to awaken the boy, he does so for a reason that cannot be identified. Albeit, in an impolite manner.

Unabashedly light a match and watch as it inexorably morphs into ravenous flames that greedily consume all within their path. Though the game's design is indubitably simple when compared to its competitors, the rewards reaped from it are not always the same. The element of unpredictability is what allows it to be eternally attractive. For it all depends on the nature of the  first tongue of fire to taste the ears of unassuming targets. Fortunately, the tale that he has spontaneously devised is one that should ignite multiple sparks of interest. 

Even if animate corpses were not currently plaguing those confined to this apocalyptic realm, the existence of supernatural entities   would remain an unveiled actuality in his eyes as he already happens to be acquainted with one. That said, while pure astonishment is absolutely unable to claim him when faced with otherworldly individuals, it cannot be denied that the notion of encountering beings of various types is remarkably captivating. Uncharted territory is always capable of alluring those whose minds are driven by a desire to devour information - to unearth concealed truths. When such facts are taken into consideration, it is only natural for him to be intrigued by the girl floating before him. 

❝ I thought I heard animal noises. ❞

  Tousled tresses reminiscent of honey and narrowed eyes that can be likened to molasses predictably attract the undivided attention of the unscrupulous informant. Something that is undoubtedly capable of qualifying as a SHAMELESS smirk acquaints itself with his countenance, and he finds himself entertaining a single thought. If only a certain WEAPON had conveniently remained in his pocket. The enjoyment found in a moment like this would have been amplified.  

     In a world filled to the brim with chance encounters and inexplicable occurrences, the odds of an opportune moment unexpectedly arising are not even close to being inconsiderable. Even if a spell of misfortune were to haunt an unsuspecting victim for weeks on end, blinding rays of sunlight would inevitably break the curse and enable merriment to embrace the miserable soul. Naturally, the reverse holds true as well. Until the tides do turn, it becomes necessary for the hopeless to lessen the weight of the world from where it rests on their shoulders. While some purposefully find an elixir in the form of alcoholic beverages, those who cherish their sobriety or simply wish to believe that salvation can be discovered in the form of benevolent entities may venture to buildings designed for the purpose of strengthening faith.

    Ironically, the formidable being can currently be found at one of these places of worship. Not because he intends to pray, though. As for why it is that he has journeyed this way, well, it hardly matters anymore. For it becomes quite apparent that an opportune moment has suddenly been presented to him the moment bloodstained irises casually discern a familiar form. A smirk unabashedly forms on his countenance while bare extremities remain stuffed inside of blue pockets. A tone of amusement confidently carries forth coherent words as he speaks to shatter the silence. 

Boredom consumes masculine features whilst cherry irises lethargically abandon forgettable sights in favor of briefly glancing at a feminine object that nimble digits picked up mere seconds ago. Had the item in question been something entirely different - better suited for his needs, returning it to its rightful owner most definitely WOULD NOT have been a pursuit worth considering. Nevertheless, this is not the case and it just so happens that the one to whom the frangible accessory doubtlessly belongs is currently standing but a few feet away. The sooner he can rid himself of this valueless inconvenience, the better. Its colors are far too BRIGHT and PEPPY.

An absolutely useless bag containing insignificant objects is precisely what he intends to bestow unto some random passerby. Or rather, FORCE a rather unlucky soul to accept it as he is not at all willing to continue possessing something that obviously belongs in a garbage truck. Finally, his emotionless gaze settles on a visage that is entirely devoid of intimations of familiarity. An occupied extremity deliberately holds out the item to which pale appendages cling so that it can be grasped. 

                   ❝ HERE.

                                    I have no use for this.  

Lilac tresses that messily frame ruby eyes instantaneously attract his undivided attention, and pensiveness promptly devours the solitary figure whole because of this unexpected sight. The girl's status - that of being a form of existence more POWERFUL than a mere human - eliminates the invaluable element of amusement that customarily lies in conversing with a mundane, but it would be impossible to completely deny the allure of interacting with one of her kind. An immortal, no doubt. It becomes necessary to select a starting point, and he unhurriedly proceeds to do so by posing a significant inquiry. One that will surely shed light on the personality lying within her childlike body.