#raginxtempestas

As she met more people who were also trapped, Satou quickly realized how most of them were...unique, to say the least. And today, she met one of the most unique individuals in the Haze who happened to live in the same ward as herself. 

      She could feel her soul clenching in on itself at the sight of his tears -- why? Why would someone as great and wonderful as Samael cry in the face of a worthless human, like her? For only a split second does her mind dream up the idea that those tears might be for her, but such a fantasy sickens her, and she dashes it away. Could she really be so selfish as to believe such a thing?

      If he were crying due to the pain she’d caused him -- would’t that make more sense? She’d become friends with them, over the years (or was that, too, something far more ambitious than a lowly human like herself should think?), but then one day, she’d fought with him -- she’d upset him. The next day, she died. While she originally believed he would have been relieved over this fact, and that she’d caused him to hate her before that fateful day, seeing him shed these tears brought her to disregard that conclusion.

      It takes her a moment to find her words -- and to get them past the lump that formed in her throat.

“L-Lord..Samael, sir..”

      She’s able to make eye contact for only a moment, before her brow creases and her gaze shifts more to the ground..to her feet. She didn’t deserve to see his tears, his face -- she didn’t deserve to be in his presence, at all. Still, she attempts to find her words, or any words at all -- an explanation, perhaps? An apology would be pointless, and yet, in the meekest voice, she musters a single, soft,

        wasn’t this guy the one who got nuts from the grab bags? he’d seemed really excited about them, which was kind of weird, but you know, not any weirder than her male classmates drawing DICKS all over everything. (   "who’s been drawing dicks” still plays in her head whenever she sees one.   )

Korekiyo half-stumbled through the street, leaning against the dirty wall to his left.  This all seemed impossible- despite Sister’s company, they were struggling to stay present.  The look in their eyes was certainly glazed, and he spoke to Sister openly.

“S-S-Sister, we can’t... can’t just...  we can’t...” they swallowed, trying to calm his nerves.  Listening to Miyadera speak.  Their right hand played with the zipper on their mask, never fully unzipping it, but tugging it to and fro.  Sister did hate the mask, an ugly necessity.  At least it didn’t smear their lipstick.

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“What the fuck are friends”

All things considered, she really thought she had.

She’d hoped she had.

She’d thought she’d done everything she needed to, to keep him from following her -- both him and the Seeker.

And yet here he was, meaning the other wasn’t far behind, either..

“Samael--? You--you shouldn’t..why are you here? What are you--” No, now that she can get a better look at him she’s noticing something very crucial.

You check around where the box was delivered. The crime scene, admittedly feels ... CLEAN. A little too clean, so much that you really find nothing. Where will you go next?

She appreciates it! He’s also getting a kiss and she wishes him the best of luck in his search!

You find no traces of leather in Sakura’s home, but find none. Is the search truly that fruitless?

What will you do next?