Standing on the rooftop of the cafe that was erected over the offered coordinates, she looked around. Where was he ? A cursory touch was offered to the back of her leather jacket, a little bit of reassurance that her 5″ 1911 pistol was still neatly tucked against her back, inside the waste-band of her pants.

“Ou es tu?”, she whispered, eyes narrowed. A sniper was rarely in plain sight.

 Something about the way Salem talks about himself seems off. His soul knew it the moment playful mirth dies down to a somber fire. And when his companion ( his other half, made from the same blood  and metal as him ) claims Genji is far above him..his own fire ignites.  Like ashes to flames. “You forget I am not as good as I seem.” All the  blood he has spilt. All the spit directed at those who tried to help him  and care for him..that was not something someone intended for the heavens did. “I have slaughtered countless, Salem." They deserved   it ( at least most of them. ) But to shed filial piety and dishonor a clan  once great with his mere existence... lowered and strengthened the soul. 

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“I mean, for me? Not yet –”

          something was off. brown eyes checked a digital display, the numbers 12:35 AM in white letters were boldly projected. and salem hadn’t opened her door a crack to see if she was asleep yet. she pondered if maybe he had fallen asleep and forgotten? no, he wouldn’t have done that, she wouldn’t have this off feeling.

          bare feet swung over the bedside, uncovering themselves from the soft yellow comforter and onto the cold hardwood floor. efi soon followed and stood, her green nightgown gently swaying from the sudden movement. she moved out of her room and towards the door, being as a quiet as a mouse in case her thoughts were right and he was just asleep.

                     different scenarios

     Reaper takes to silence for a few minutes, opting instead to study the man before him. Slowly his mask tilts slightly to the right, as if in some form of curiosity. His lips press together for a moment, before relaxing again. There’s only one word circling in his mind as he regards the other; interesting. He finds his lips curling upward into a smirk before he speaks, allowing the expression to carry through on his tone.

     ❛ Quick to jump to the compliments, aren’t you? It does leave some things to be desired, however. The legitimacy of these claims, of course. Are you trying to get yourself out of a potentially dangerous situation at the end of my claws? Or is it that you really do mean what you say? ❜

     He takes a moment to take a step closer, leaning forward to close the distance gap just that extra piece more before he bothers to speak again, pulling up his claws and flashing them to show their empty nature.