#oathstruck

I'll let you know in a minute.

Taking the offered cigarette from her fingers while pulling out his handmade lighter from his back pocket. In no time getting the extremity lit to smoke. Lifting in her direction the golden lighter in case she felt like having a smoke herself.

Considering the lack of shock coming from her he’s more than sure she can handle this revelation..or in fact, she’s even experienced a few tussles here and there. “I can teach ya how t’ hurt ghosts. All ya need is a little thing called reiki.” Yusuke said softly, extending a finger and allowing a small sphere of light to emit at the tip of his finger. “It’s somethin’ everyone’s got, teachin’ ya t’ draw it out is gonna be the main focus. I wanna take ya on some of the cases I got. Sometimes I’d need back up.”

Scath stood as a shadow in the library, a spectral lingering where eyes could not spy him, peering over the shoulder of a guest he found most...pleasing, to spend his time with as of late. What little of it he could rightly spare (he always did have so much to do, keeping the nasties away; Anyone who stayed too long often, without fault, would rouse the dead). Lovely, he thought Yamato, though not without regret. An impossibility, but he wished he'd been possessed of the same youth, and that they'd met under better circumstances. For now, the moment, Sam was content to stand watch over his guest, whatever he may need.

Grimly, he emerged, tendrils of shadow and ether solidifying to give him substance however cold, coming when his name had been called. Posture straight, steps light and uniform. No matter how thick the elegant green carpeting, there was no mistaking the true master of the house, even in the dim light and air that seemed to suck the life right out of the vast space. Dust hung nearly undisturbed in the air, and remained as he pushed through it, a gloved hand soon settling over his chest. For a moment, he thought it fitting that Yamato find a place, stacked high with technical and classical art instructionals, where many of even the greats had once sat, from the Daughter of the Stormcrow to the King of Kings - or so the family guestbook had recorded.

     𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒅, 𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉, strangely eerie the flesh that renders itself in a gentle cast of pale splendor. Blue veins that trickle upwards in a current, fingers moving methodically as he tilts his head with a curious precision. “One last suture” there is an odd lilt to his voice, too chic as if he was covering the past in a cosmopolitan mannerism, but something was amiss. Natural components that formed into jewelry, a wooden bracelet worn like a talisman, underneath a shattered foreign import - a gold watch, too gaudy, too expensive for a resident. His thumb caresses a patch of flesh, oddly friendly despite the detachment of his scathing hazel gaze, or was it amber?  “I won’t ask how you obtained such an injury, that’s too much paperwork for my taste, I will insist on the other hand to be more careful, @oathstruck” withdrawing, he stands, an elegant profile, long, lean, the modern clothing unnatural upon him as if he was from an era bygone. Comically, he removes what could only be assumed candy from his pocket, snickering softly in a teasing manner as he chimes.

                                     “For being such a good patient, come visit me again?”

s.c.

Rain pattered the wet blacktop, ribbons of melting neon streaking across the ground as fluorescent, horizontal signs hummed with electricity and flickered at odd intervals. It was a warm summer rain, the sort that didn't soak passersby to the bone; that was, if they possessed bones. Clear's footfalls slowly faded as he came upon a strange morass in the center of the backstreet, brow drawing together in confusion.

A human body lay prone in the waterlogged street, limbs akimbo, with a pinprick of blood weeping from a blossom of blood in their back.

10 laps. About as much actual training as could be respected in this kind of heat. Although Yoshika wasn't exactly the type to swim during the day for...myriad reasons, it was hard not to accept with some pressure put on her by a certain someone. Ever the more eager and definitely willing to play around with being the wolf's charming vassal, they'd certainly get the brunt of the wolf's criticism as she broke through the water's surface to catch her breath.

"Why do I get the feeling you're enjoying this enough for the both of us? You sure we shouldn't have just gone to the beach instead?"

A facetious question. Izumi knew how much Yoshika hated the beach.

Cupid mumbled a song to themself as they wandered down the hall, a folk song of Enochians, the unusual tone echoing off the walls. They twriled a red leather choker with a heart at its center, given to them by one of the lovely clients that favored them particularly. A couple of the girls standing in the hallway greeted them eagerly, to which they responded with a wink && a lift of their new gift.

Down the hall they went until they entered Sirena's office, offering her a small smile && a wide sweeping motion as they say down in front of her desk. They crossed one leg over the other, their toe of their heel slowly bouncing up && down.

It was late and Alexa had hidden herself well in the alley shadows, her eyes honed in on the stoplight, she understood it would be some time before anyone pulled up considering the hour, but she was patient. It just gave her more time to get ready for the big show she'd have to put on. She loathed this part of her job, implicating random strangers, but she needed to cover her tracks. And sure enough, the next car to be stopped at the red light was a certain Chevy Impala. That was her cue.

"Help-! Please, help!!" She called waving her blood-stained arms as she hurried to the side of the car.