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| Topic Started: Jun 27 2016, 06:34 AM (513 Views) | |
| Mariko | Jun 27 2016, 06:34 AM Post #1 |
Phck.
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Late afternoon the day before, Tsuna received a call from a representative of a known person in Poinsettia informing her that her 'order' was completed. It had been a couple of weeks since she had turned the material in, and in between the long waiting time a handful of events had happened. She almost forgot about the instruction she had given this person, until that time he called. Finally, the reconstruction of one of the most important 'relics', or so what Tsuna considered a relic, would be in her hands. Hence, the next morning the red-haired lady clad in a lazy tomboyish ensemble consisting of a plain ribbed shirt which was a size larger than her frame, a chest binder underneath the shirt to constrict the evidence of her femininity, an acid washed slim fit jeans and a pair of sneakers, traveled to Poinsettia. Her long vermillion hair which was once blonde but thanks to her exposure to tremendous Ghost Magic that almost siphoned her whole life source during her assistant stint changed its color, was tied into a pony tail and then tucked nicely under a baseball cap, hoping it was enough to make her less feminine. If before she wanted to look a little more like her brother to adhere to his words that Tsuna was dead, this time there was an additional reason for the cross-dressing: she attracted too much attention when she was in a more feminine attire. An example of which was an incident in a restaurant within a three-star hotel in Lavender Forest called Traveler's Inn a few weeks prior. While Vento Aureo, a field researcher from Neo Cortex and Tsuna's boss, and the redhead maiden were having breakfast, a man allegedly from Shirotsume Town approached Tsuna who was then in a lovely dress and attempted to coerce her to drink a laced coffee so he could have the lady all for himself. If not for Vento intervening, the man could have successfully violated the her. Now that she was without any ravenhaired savior, those who would try to take advantage of her would totally end up with one eye missing and the heiress could end up in jail or she would be violated and incarcerated. Tsuna could not afford to be hand over her freedom to the police. It was a lovely morning. Around 9:00 am the girl hailed from Crocus found herself in the familiar paved pathways of Poinsettia. The familiar mixture of fine architecture and nature greeted her eyes as she traversed the long road of shops, proudly showcasing their worldclass service or product. Beautiful signages glistened in the sun as vendors and sales persons woo patrons with their charm in an attempt to convince them to avail of their products. It seemed like a pretty normal day in this part of Fiore, as for the many times Tsuna had been in this place it was always like this --- bustling and busy. From a brisk walk, the red haired heiress' steps became heavier and slower as her head pivot to look for something familiar but to no avail. Gritting her teeth, she stopped in the middle of the walkway with her head tilted as she scratched her cheek --- 'Now where is the taxidermist's office again?' |
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| 司 Potato | Jun 27 2016, 07:37 AM Post #2 |
Crème de la Kremlin
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Poinsettia. It was like Trilliums sister city. The place was much happier then Trillium, everybody here was up beat and cheery unnecessarily so. That being said it was usually a lot more joyous here then it was in any other city. There was always a festival, event, or attraction, the guild member were walking around and people here generally had nothing to worry about. Guess that pleasure game with being the city a pacifist guild like Blue Pegasus calls home. Last time he was here he was half dead. Mago didn't remember much but he had been stabbed and ended up being dragged into some inn owned by a lady named Snow. It was a bad experience to say the least. But even before that the first denizen of Poinsettia he had met was also a guild member. Jaxus, sometimes annoying and sometimes helpful the little guy had some kind of Napoleon complex. Last time they met it'd been in Trillium and Fukumura had blasted both him and his bird with a huge tornado..... yeah that ended violently. But things tended to end that way when Mago was involved. He didn't mean it to happen most of the time, one thing lead to another and Mago was pissed off holding the limp body of his victim. Ever since joining the guild world things had changed a lot, in the months since his initiation to Raven Tail so much had changed. He'd gone from weak and generally bad with magic to good at it and strong. Like ridiculously strong. He hadn't noticed it before, but it was hard to miss when you literally rip a door of it's hinges by accident. Now he had to be cautious with how much strength he used. If he opened a door to fast or grabbed somebody too hard the end result was usually destruction. Even when walking if he really wanted do he could probably break the street. With some help from his magic of course.... He didn't like using that spell though, it hurt. The back of his hands ended up burned badly and didn't heal for weeks. That spell put strain on him and it only seemed to be getting worse, the him from an alternate reality had said something about a sickness but Mago had gone to doctors before and come up with nothing. He had decided to ignore the man since he could of just been trying to get under his skin but even so... it was starting to become a problem. The burns took longer and longer to heal and each time he use the spell the feeling of stress on his muscles became greater. So yeah, he didn't like suing the spell. To try and avoid using it he had gone and increased his natural strength some more, and made himself better. he got armor, and some other magical items.... he even had laser eyes. Yeah. Everything was different. He was tired of being angry, and had resigned himself to the fact that he'd never find the two men he wanted to kill the most. He had become less of a recluse and actually interacted with people. When he fought it had meaning now, not just senseless violence. He was either helping out with something or doing gang work.... it's not like he went around fighting knights though. He most often found himself beating on other criminals, other people that would most likely be considered the trash of society. As he grew so did his reputation, him being mistaken for Ryo was happening less in less, especially in Trillium. Now instead of Ryo he was "The guy that looks like Ryo" or "The King of Diamonds" it was a silly name, one that had been started by Fukumura. But it worked, it was better then everybody knowing his name. His infamy had only grown since the incident on 5th street where a whole block when up in smoke. He had decided to quit smoking, mostly because it was expensive. He walked down the street with his hands tucked into the pockets of his black lather jacket, looking around lazily. His gaze fell on a young boy... probably? The boy seemed familiar, kind of girlish but still too boyish to be called a female. He was wearing a hat, but had a pony tail. He seemed to be lost, and despite the overwhelming urge to ignore him Mago went to help out. He felt like he knew the young man but couldn't put his finger on where they had met.... it was probably nothing. "Y'know if ya' asked one've em' passerby''s you'd get directions, this place's full of good doers" Mago explained looking down at the boy, who had an oddly pretty face. Mago just gazed into his blue eyes as if he was looking at something else. He felt as if he had seen this person before. The feeling made him uneasy because most of the people he knew wanted to kill him. Whatever, Mago had already opened himself up to an attack by initiating conversation. What happened happened, and there was nothing he could do but wait. |
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| Mariko | Jun 27 2016, 11:12 AM Post #3 |
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Phck.
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In the middle of her confusion, a familiar masculine voice erupted above all the noises created by the cheery streets and her anxious mind. It was something she had never heard for a long time, but the heiress was so sure that once in her lifetime she had come across the owner of the said voice, though it was not sure if it was someone she was pleased to meet or someone she wished she had never met. Turning, it was a shock to find who was standing before her, his molten gold eyes piercing through her own azure ones which were wide open upon seeing him. His crimson locks and those antennae-like bangs was what Tsuna engraved in her mind way before this meeting as his 'signature' look. It took a few seconds before the expression of surprise left her visage to the point she had full control of her senses. 'What is he doing here?' If Tsuna's memory served her right, this man was one of the three barbaric people whom she temporarily and unwillingly worked with in one of the small villages in West Fiore, where the infestation of the undead was rampant. It did not help that the lake where they were supposed to take down their targets was enchanted, which could make anyone be mesmerized by its faux serenity and beauty to the point it would lull its unknowing victim to slumber, only to become the zombies' dinner for later. It was a terrifying experience, considering that back then she was not able to control her magic. Right, it was that event where the cross-dresser met this guy, whom the giant muscled and bearded gentleman called ... uhm... let us see, his name sounded like a fruit... Mandarin Orange? Nope, that could not be. Momordica? Manana? Was there even a fruit named Manana? Melon? Nope. Ah, Mango --- Mago! Yes, Tsuna was sure the other guy she once thought was named Lisa called this redhead man Mago. And if she remembered it correctly, it was this guy who was always hot headed and threatened to burn everyone. She was able to try to pacify him once, though she was not sure if she could do it again. A lot had happened after that fateful day, and her patience and tolerance could either be better or worst. A lot of times she had already slipped off her tight hold of her control, ultimately leading to trouble and objects protruding onto people's eyeballs. Sometimes she would not care at all. Sometimes she could keep it all to herself until she felt better. However, there was a noticeable change with Mago. It was a puzzle why at this moment while he talking to her, it did not seem like he was in animosity with the world. The tall one spared her from a threatening gaze or a verbal spat for being stupid getting lost within Poinsettia. Not that his change of approach was a bad thing, it was just... unbelievable? Perhaps Tsuna should take advantage of his kind-of-pleasant mood, until he would get annoyed but how much dimwitted the redhaired heiress from Crocus was --- perhaps like the way her not-so-brilliant ideas would irritate the ravenhead researcher from Neo Cortex of Ranunculus Town. Or maybe he made a more amicable approach since he could not recall her? Tsuna would not blame the guy. Back then when they first met, her hair was still blonde and her eyes were dual toned. A slight changes in color could impact a lot on how a person looked or appeared. "Ah," Tsuna gave off her usual bright smile, "yes I could have, Sir, but there was just too many people I don't know who to ask first. But since you're here, do you mind if I ask you something? By any chance, do you know where is the Down and Pelage Taxidermists? They said they were in this street but I don't seem to remember where exactly they are," she asked in a deeper tone trying to mimic that of a male. Tsuna handed him over a small colored leaflet where the address of the shop was indicated, along with a small map and a picture of the facade of the store. "I'm not really good at maps, Sir, ha-ha." Despite the ha-ha's and the lighthearted mood the maiden showed this man before her, there was a small debate going on inside the woman's head: Should she show him signs that he was not a stranger in her eyes? Would he change the way he would interact with her if he would know that they had bumped into each other once, and by standards of normal human interaction it was a not-so-pleasant encounter? She awaited for his answer, and hopefully for cues as to what to do next. If he would be so generous to accompany her to the place so as she would not be lost anymore, it would be great --- though not for her pocket. A good deed should not be left unrewarded. |
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| 司 Potato | Jun 27 2016, 06:51 PM Post #4 |
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Crème de la Kremlin
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The boy looked surprised, even startled a little bit. He probably wasn't expecting somebody to come to his aid. Of course Mago's rather unfriendly demeanor didn't help. The longer he stared the more he felt as if he knew this young man. The feminine features, the facial expressions, everything screamed that this was somebody mago should remember. But he didn't know anybody else who had red hair except for Ryo. He'd probably remember if he met another one. It wasn't that rare but it was still unlikely to run into a redhead often. Then it hit him. When she spoke she sounded like a little boy, or maybe somebody just beginning adolescence. Her voice was odd, almost female but at the same time almost male. Mago remmebered. Tsuna. He had met her not to long ago outside a small town in West Fiore. There he had run into Anister and ended up helping out with an undead infestation. It had been a rather hectic day, there was a crazy dude there with them too. Mago remembered being pissed off more then anything, he had found the rag tag group rather annoying but in the end managed to avoid crushing them all. Tsuna was the one person present that hadn't pissed him off too much, Anister was well.... he was Anister. The crazy guy was like a small child who was bore, and Tsuna.... she was the mom of the group. Mago recalled her having stopped him from acting violently once. He got uncomfortably close to her face, examining the structure. In his memory she had blonde hair and purple eyes.... but now she had red hair and blue eyes. Whatever, maybe she dyed it? Whatever the case was it didn't concern Mago, he realized that he had gotten too close and retreated. "If you're going to ask for directions at least tell me that we've met before" Mago stated, sighing. He accepted the map and studied it for a few moments and then looked at the street sign. Was she brain dead? Possibly. "This is the wrong street...." He motioned for her to follow and walked around the corner, turning onto a different stretch of shops and civilians. Sure enough there it was, a sign for the taxidermists. "On the left....." Mago pointed to the shops sign. He decided he'd accompany her to the shop since he had to go down this street too..... he had an appointment. He was going to therapy. Though it wasn't all that odd, the guild usually made it a requirement after certain jobs were done. Mago didn't like going to the one the guild provided because well.... she was annoying. So he came all the way up here for his appointment. Every time he saw a therapist it was the same thing over and over again. "Why are you so angry" "Because it's easier then accepting my reality. If I wasn't angry then I'd be sad" something along those lines. Mago had thought about the issue a lot himself and his conclusion was the same as any therapists. Only difference is he was too stubborn to try and change. But whether he liked it or not he was changing. Hopefully for the better. |
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| Mariko | Jul 2 2016, 09:52 AM Post #5 |
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Phck.
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The cross dresser pulled her body away when Mago suddenly intruded her face's 'personal space'. From the looks of it, he was scrutinizing every single detail of the woman's visage, his eyes were obviously inquisitive. Tsuna could not help but to straighten herself up despite pulling herself to give herself a few distance away from him, her azure eyes wide opened in surprise. Finally, once he seemed to be content with his close inspection, the red haired man straightened up, and accepted the flyer/map of the place Tsuna was looking for while expressing that it would be better if Tsuna would tell him if they had met before. Perhaps there would be no use of hiding anything, and this just proved that contrary to the heiress' belief, Mago indeed recalled her but with the changes in her appearance there was a cloud of doubt that hindered him from fully accepting his memory's conclusions. Hence, the need for an affirmation. "Well, I think so," Tsuna answered as she watched the man read the flyer. "West Fiore, zombie fight? I said back then I was Daiki, I think." Come to think of it, with all the lies she had spewed out to different people regarding her true identity, she could not fully remember which name she assumed during that time. It did not matter. If he didn't fully remember, perhaps she could just get a way with it. Once Mago exclaimed that she was on the wrong street, Tsuna raised her brows in shock, "Is it? Oh my, I apologize, sir!" No wonder why she could not find Down and Pelage Taxidermists. It was a pleasant thing though that this once hot-headed guy decided to take Tsuna to the right path. It was as if he was a different Mago from the one from before, and she had no qualms. Though what could have brought this change of heart? As they traversed the path and made a turn, the girl could not help but to keep shifting her azure eyes between the road and her companion, itching to question him of the sudden change in personality but declined because it would be rude. Not like she could hold the curiosity back for longer. Once finally seeing the shop's sign, a huge smiled could be seen on the girl's face. "Thank you Mago!" she cheerfully said, "But would it be too much if you accompany me inside? I just need to fetch something. In return, I shall accompany you wherever you go, and treat you for lunch today~ Would that be alright? Besides, I am curious of your sudden change. If I remember it well, you were too angry to care for anything. Not that I have qualms with your current serenity, but it just piqued my interest." Her hand held the knob and turned it while waiting for Mago's response. Tiny bells rang once it was swung open, notifying whoever was inside the shop that a customer just arrived. "Welcome to Down and Pelage Taxidermists!" Down and Pelage Taxidermists was a renowned taxidermy shop, names of its owners were popular among hunters, collectors and hobbyists throughout Poinsettia and its neighboring towns. They promised to provide quality service for a short span of time, and claimed they could sanitize, reconstruct, stuff and mount anything and everything. This shop was around approximately seventy square meters, with the interior giving off a rustic vibe. The walls were decorated with various animal heads as if they were hunter trophies, but each looked very much alive. On the center of the room was a huge stuffed tiger in a sitting position. Its fur was as vibrant as it was when the tiger was alive, eyes shone as if the ferocity of the animal was never brought to the grave. The counter was made of sturdy wood. On top of it aside from a cash register were two thick books showcasing various samples of the quality materials they use for their craft. On the wall behind the counter were different frames showing the shop's permits, pictures of transactions with celebrities, and the shop and its owners' awards and citations. Edited by Mariko, Jul 2 2016, 09:52 AM.
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| 司 Potato | Jul 14 2016, 03:47 PM Post #6 |
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Crème de la Kremlin
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"Eh" That was it. Mago had no further comment on her cross dressing habits. It didn't bother him much, after all he had seen much stranger things. He knew a lot of people, some of them weren't exactly there mentally.... and for once he wasn't talking about Dash. He knew people a lot worse then him, people who kill for the sake of killing. Yeah, Mago didn't like to associate with them. "No problem" He responded, already moving away. "And stop calling me sir" He looked back at her one last time and then right when he was going to walk away she spoke. He raised an eyebrow at her and didn't know how to respond. She was bold, straight and to the point. Mago liked that. Too often people beat around the bush, he didn't like those people too much. Tsuna asked what was on her mind and didn't worry to much about the consequences, she was probably similar to Mago in that way. Though what her and Mago thought about were probably wildly different. Well she had his attention. He sighed and turned around to enter with her, pushing the door open with his forearm he stepped by her. He held the door long enough for her to step. "Too angry to care for anything huh....." That was a surprisingly accurate description of how Mago tended to act around certain folk. It wasn't that he didn't care; it was more like he cared too much. He cared so much that he forced himself away from issues, became this cold rage monster. This transformation was a product of how his life had gone so far, he could count his friends on one hand and didn't even remember all his enemies. He literally had a list of all the people he had to get around to killing or brutalizing. Given that list was provided to him by the guild, he still had a list. "At the moment I'm less serene and more impartial. Last we met I had just got done disrupting some rival trade routes.... and when I ran into you and Anister I had a fat man thrown at me so you'll have to excuse my actions" Mago was unapologetic about his actions. He didn't think he had done anything that hadn't been justified. "So far I haven't had to blow anybody up today so I'm in a better mood" Mago concluded with that and stepped further into the shop. The place was kind of creepy, animal heads were hung like trophies on the wall and their dead beady eyes seemed to all be directed at Mago. He got a worried look from the man behind the counter but no actions were taken. Good.... Mago didn't want to have a run in with authorities while accompanied by Tsuna. He didn't want to suck anybody into his world. After a few tragedies Mago had decided to stop letting people into his business. It was a dangerous one and most outsiders got killed despite Mago's best efforts to save them. Fukumura's smiling face flashed through his head, a pained look accompanying it. Mago never cried or grieved properly, and he probably never would. The boys death still kept him up at night, first it had been Lily and then Fukumura. Who was next? Julian? Well if Julian died then maybe.... well. Julian could die and Mago would probably only visit his grave once. But Julian was a part of his world, he wasn't innocent. Tsuna on the other hand, was. The last thing he needed was her face keeping him up at night. "So what're we buyin'?" |
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| Mariko | Jul 16 2016, 01:22 PM Post #7 |
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Phck.
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It was unquestionably a relief to hear that Mago was indeed in a better mood today. In fact, it did not bother him to explain his actions, why he was in a seemingly rage fit the previous times their paths crossed. Tsuna was not there to judge; in fact to her mind it was completely understandable if someone would be angry every now and then as it was something normal for any human beings to do. It was just that Mago seemed to be too prone to destruction when agitated and was easier to be pushed from being amiable to anger the same way one would easily flip a coin. Hopefully today was not the day he would bump into someone who would disrupt the serenity that enveloped the redhead man's entirety. Asked what they were going to buy inside a store with mostly dead animals as decorations which could make someone easily feel creeped out despite the homey feel on its walls, Tsuna gave Mago a wide smile that exhibited excitement, the sparkle on her azure-colored eyes could not be denied. "You'll see," she replied, "I just hope after this we would still be friends." Right. Tsuna had regarded Mago as a friend even in a loose sense of a word. In fact, everyone who would show kindness to the lady would easily fall into the said category. She believed in the goodness of one's heart, that one's actions were brought about by a reason but humans were inherently good until corrupted by various forces such as ambition, bad experiences, or survival. Strutting towards the counter, a man in mid-fifties with pale skin, graying hair and wearing shiny spectacles cheerfully greeted the duo. Tsuna fished out a brownish paper from her pocket and presented it to the man. The latter, in return, exclaimed with a smile on his face, "Ahhh, Mr. Kushinada! It's good to see you finally. The last time this was asked to be picked up by your secretary, Emily, in Traveler's Inn. It's an interesting piece, I should say." Truth of the matter was, the supposed secretary and this 'Mr. Kushinada' were both Tsuna. Weeks ago she phoned in Down and Pelage from Lavender Forest's Traveler's Inn to have a certain article fixed but requested it to be picked up in the said three-star hotel as Tsuna by that time could not leave her boss' side, Vento Aureo who was a field researcher from an independent think tank Neo Cortex. As she donned in a set of decent female clothes when a representative of the taxidermy shop arrived in the hotel, she had introduced herself as Emily Mead, Daiki Kushinada's secretary, as Daiki Kushinada was in an important meeting in one of the many restaurants in the hotel. Of course, all of these were lies, but people found them believable. Tsuna opted to lying whenever she pleased and usually it involved anything regarding her identity. Most of the times it wasn't for fun though; she deemed it as 'taking precautions' since she was still aware it was only a matter of time before her pursuers, in case they had figured out she was not dead after all this time, would chase her for her head. It was one of the reasons, if she could remember it correctly, why the Kushinada mansion in Crocus was attacked months ago. The shop keeper ducked for a moment and upon straightening up again placed a black rectangular box on top of the counter. "It was a challenging project," the man said while being reminiscent of the nights he was working on this 'order'. "Feel free to check it first if it is to your liking, Mr. Kushinada." Tsuna took off the top cover, and it was revealed that the contents of it was an arm --- a human arm. The heiress' eyes welled up in joy, her lips curved into a big smile as she was pleased with what she had seen. She had turned over bits and pieces of this arm, the look of which was far from recoverable, but lo and behold, the one before her looked exactly the way it was when the arm was still attached to its owner, Vento Aureo. Not a single stitch, cut or bruise could be seen. The supple skin was as pale as the complexion of its owner, and it could not be mistaken as a dead arm for how lively it looked. The lady plucked it out of its container and inspected every single inch of it, amazed by how polished the arm looked. "Amazing," Tsuna whispered, "even the fingers had the nails attached." The shop keeper was happy to hear the lady's astonishment. "Like what your specifications indicated, sir, it is comfortable to cuddle yet tough to be used as a blunt weapon. The fingers have a mechanism where it could be folded so it would look like it was clenching its fist." "As blunt as its previous owner," Tsuna thought as she chuckled, fitting her fingers between those of the taxidermized item. She then turned to Mago to see his reaction at this weird item. "What do you think, Mago? Doesn't it look perfect?" Edited by Mariko, Jul 16 2016, 01:24 PM.
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| 司 Potato | Jul 18 2016, 08:26 PM Post #8 |
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Crème de la Kremlin
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She smiled again. That smile reminded Mago of days long gone. Days filled with nothing but sleeping on couches and school work. Her smile was something like a wake up call, one that reminded Mago that the world wasn't all death a despair. Not everybody led lives of debauchery and violence. That was important, to remember that the world was more then pain. Mago wondered what is was the young girl had come for. She said something about hoping to remain his friend. Whatever she was getting it was going to be weird. He waited patiently as they had their little conversation about secretaries and Tsuna's alter ego. He didn't catch most of it, he was too busy admiring the full sized jungle hydra that looked like it was still breathing. Who ever had killed the animal had done a good job at keeping it flawless, which was hard because jungle hydra were fucking vicious. He turned around just in time to see the severed arm. What the actual fuck. Mago had seen severed limbs before, but they were usually bloodied and freshly cut. But this one, it looked alive, it has been stuffed and preserved in this taxidermists shop. What the actual fuck. Mago didn't know the story behind it but it was weird, and that little glimmer of hope that the world wasn't fucked up was blown away. But eh, who was he to judge. He beat people to death with a bat because he found it more enjoyable then using blades. "It looks like an arm" He responded, face still impartial. He decided long ago that he'd stop being surprised by the stuff he comes across. After all he was a guild mage now.... and that meant he'd see a lot of things. And indeed he had, and arm was nothing compared to a talking skeleton or a half snake half women literally suffocating him in her massive chest. Mago almost shuddered at the thought. Xiayu really was weird..... he'd bang a lot of things but somebody with the lower body of a snake was probably a no go. "So.... ready to go?" |
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| Mariko | Jul 21 2016, 03:30 PM Post #9 |
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Phck.
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"Because this is a real arm~" Tsuna chuckled upon hearing Mago's thoughts on the taxidermized item. The man behind the counter, on the other hand, was amused how his customer would cuddle the arm as a means of 'testing out its quality'. He dared asked who owned the shredded flesh that it seemed she was fond of the severed limb despite being 'dead'. Proud as she could be, Tsuna answered the query, "it's from my beloved boss's. He's not with me at the moment, perhaps busy with his research papers... and this would make me feel less lonely of his absence~" It might sound to be a simple answer but her voice had an air of veneration towards this 'boss' she was talking about. The shop keeper could not comprehend why one servant would keep such an item as an artifact, but since the choice was creepy enough he stopped himself from delving further. Thereafter, she waved the limb on the air before having its cold fingers brush Mago's cheek. "Where are we going next?~" and then she gave out a muffled giggle that still echoed the wooden walls, giving the whole place an eerie vibe. While Mago was answering, Tsuna opted to place the arm back on its container, took the freebie sling bag from the shop keeper and slung it over her shoulder. Then, she followed the man of few words even if it meant that the heavy door would swing open once again, triggering its bells to make another soft clanking as they walk out of the shop. In no time they would be back on to Poinsettia's bustling road. The whole city was in a rush that not a decent conversation could be earned from a passerby, but the surrounding area was still noisy thanks to the resounding marching feet and different haggling from all around. The heiress thought it was a good thing she had company in Mago's persona. It would be awkward if she would be talking to a lifeless arm in front of the public. The redhead craned her head towards the other redhead. Her gaze pierced through his eyes as she scanned his countenance with interest. It was a wonder for her why he did not bear any expression when she presented him a real person's dead arm when normally other people would freak out and judge her. Not only that, but the whole time they were together she could not remember if he had ever a cheerful or at least a light 'aura'. Now that the lass was paying attention she could almost discern clouds over his head. "It's a sunny day today," she exclaimed, "yet why does it seem you walk with a cloud above your head when you said earlier you're in a better mood? Why have I not seen you smile? Don't you know how to do it? Frowning actually could make you look older." Tsuna bluntly asked while the two traversed the cobbled path. "Does the arm... bother you?" Edited by Mariko, Jul 21 2016, 03:32 PM.
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| 司 Potato | Jul 21 2016, 05:12 PM Post #10 |
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Crème de la Kremlin
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So apparently the arm was from whoever Tsuna worked for. Strange. But whatever, Mago kept a blank face and just accepted it for what it was. Mago started to make his way towards the door, making sure to carefully open it as to avoid ripping it off it's hinges. The arm brushed his cheek and he resisted the urge to break it's fingers, holding the door long enough for Tsuan to walk out. "Therapist" Mago answered, walking towards his original destination. Mago shouldered past some guy running down the street, knocking him off of his feet by accident. Instead of apologizing and helping him up he just kept walking, ignoring the man. They made it further down the road when Tsuna began to speak. The words that came out of her mouth were the last words he wanted to hear, a commentary on the weather. Mago hated small talk, it was tedious and down right pointless to him. So if she was going to start chatting about what clouds looked like what he might have to leave her behind. But her follow up statement put him at ease. She wanted to know why he didn't smile? She wanted to know why he wasn't cheery and go lucky despite his improved mood? There were so many answers to that question. He looked at her, their eyes meeting. It was clear that she meant no harm in asking the question, she was just genuinely interested in why he was who he was. "Because where I grew up it was always overcast....." It was an ominous and some what ambiguous response but Mago didn't want to go into detail. For one he didn't want to remember it all, for two they'd be here all day discussing all the things that had happened, for three even before the tragedies Mago hadn't been the most cheery guy it just wasn't in his nature. That being said he still was just a little too angry most of the time. "It's not the arm. The arm is the least of my problems, maybe you'll get to hear some when we sit down with the therapist" Mago didn't know what kind of questions he'd be asked, but they tended to be the same every time he went. He was always prescribed some kind of treatment but he rarely ever did them. His version of stress relief involved hitting people with a bat and kicking them out of windows. But those activities often proved to be a source of stress, which is why he stopped bringing people along. It was bad for his health if every person he came into contact with got killed by one of HIS enemies. He walked into the therapists office, a bell announcing his arrival. The place was pretty empty except for one or two other patients. Mago was glad he had come to the one here, the ones in Trillium and Coreopsis were usually full. Maybe it had something to do with the quality of life in the different cities. hHere in Poinsettia everything was sunny and nothing bad ever happened. In Trillium and Coreopsis however, bad shit happened on the daily. Mago approached the front desk and exchanged a few words with the attendant, who smiled and directed him to sit down. Apparently his therapist was seeing somebody at the moment and wouldn't be able to take him for a few minutes. Which was fine, mago was in no rush. |
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4:47 PM Jul 13
