#pathofawarrior

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Cayla sat on a bench, just thinking about...something. She then spaced out about the thing she was thinking about. She blushed at the thought of that friend who was sick once and now the boy's all better. She sighed with a smile.

Katherine stopped walking when she had noticed the man. He had an... odd vibe. He seemed kind, like something inside him had a nice caring nature; but a fierce, protective side as well. Like an opponent you wouldn't want to face by yourself if you ticked him off. He didn't seem to be causing any trouble though... Walking to him, she decided to greet him. "Hello there... excuse me but I don't think I've really seen you around before..."

[Note: Since my cuts don't work, I'll try to put as small manga info in here as possible! Part of this is also headcanon stuff about Tezca and the mirror dimension thingy (as in the way Shinigami-sama is always able to go into his mirror) so I just made up stuff ORZ Also please keep in mind that these are tagged with "manga spoilers" so just use tumblr savior or something if you're scared to stumble about info you don't want to know yet during this RP everyone.] Moving around via mirrors was surely one of the biggest advantages of being one himself. Tezca had all the time of the universe here to let his wounds heal and help his colleagues out with the gathered information. After everything that happened it was nearly like having a break from all the traveling around, barely having time for a single cigarette. Telling the others in the Death Room goodbye for now - leaving all of this responsibility in their hands - he sighed. Looking down on his own body he wondered how long it would take this time. In the normal world, there wouldn't have been a chance for him to survive, he should consider himself lucky. Yet the demon weapon couldn't help but feel absolutely useless like this. He knew that it wouldn't take too long for him to be able to support the Shibusen once again, but in this very moment - Oh, how he hated this kind of emotions. Stretching his distorted body and starting to just walk into the bright nowhere he was in, boredom fastly overtook his worries about these people, about the students, these children. While he couldn't be much more busy in the real world, his duties here came to a pause. With nothing left to do than to rest and no one to talk to other than himself he decided to get rid of the disturbing silence. He started to hum a random melody. Was this how Justin had felt without his music?

Stein was, unfortunately, still stuck in the body of his small child self. He had decided to take a walk. He couldn't do much else. Too short. He stopped and blinked as he spotted someone. "Hello." He waved his arm high so he'd be seen.