THEY CALLED YOU HEARTLESS

     “ what’s the worst you’ve ever seen in all your years? y’know, doing what you do. there’s gotta be something that tops everything else. i think answering would be better than passing this time — you’ve already had more than me in just a few minutes. “

“ i mean, the bottle that just broke was forty. i haven’t counted the ones you drank — thought you died from alcohol poisoning.                  yeah? thanks, i guess. never killed a man … with purpose. and you do this all the time? wow. hard worker, aren’t you, spidey? ”

            “ Smells like twenty. You think that would have killed me ? Cute. Oh, but your aim weaves a much grander story than that, through the heart and the head --- much like a seasoned veteran, why not indulge me in where you’ve earned your mark ?

❝ Wh’oi’s y’skin all blue? ❞

She noticed the other hidden from a crowd of people. The science institute was thriving today, she wondered why. This was no good at all. She’ll get caught before the main event if she tried to sneak in now. She was already well known for targeting places such as this, and with a bunch of people around, Nero would be asking for a death wish.

However she noticed a woman hiding in the shadows, a peculiar one at that. She snuffed the flames and managed to get up behind her, curiosity filling her voice.

❝ Are y’here to kill people too? ❞

“OH, I DIDN’T KNOW you had a chance. It must be ‘fate’ that you’re here — I was wondering why I wasn’t assigned the other twin.”

     bathed in the impure whiteness of the moon, glittering beams that offer no warmth and only solace for his demons –– the breeze ghosts it’s grip through his hair, tousling the already rumpled locks. “ in general or simply at the moment? “ what a frustrating curl of his thin lips! doggedly maneuvering himself out of answering.  “ or maybe i am? “ he can handle a gun, fairly well albeit. akutagawa wouldn’t be a very adequate mafia member otherwise. though he much prefers to rely on rashomon’s greedy maw and bloody fangs. the intervention of his illness is a quaint cough, warm wafting disease on his coarse - cracked knuckles. behind his palm, he grins wider. 

     anybody can be an enemy if you try hard enough. 

     “Wait – wait! Shooting at it won’t kill it!” ( But what exactly was she using? ) 

     And no matter what the allure, what the intrigue which claimed her so ( not a bow, not an arrow! a mini-catapult…? ), the treacherous creature, so twisted and vile cared little for childhood fancies. Whatever contraption the stranger held did nothing but pierce air – the noonwraith shrieked its disgustingly shrill cry before diving towards them both, and Ciri careened dangerously to the left the avoid the swipe from this blasted corporal being whilst simultaneously pushing the other aside. It was high noon, where the noonwraith was at its apex. “We need to find what’s keeping it here – it won’t die.”

     “- Oh, lookit tha’ face. So terrifying.’