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|Topic Started: Jul 14 2010, 05:01 AM (143 Views)|
|Kokuyougan||Jul 14 2010, 05:01 AM Post #1|
Arngrim couldn’t help but whistle at the sight. Corpses and blood everywhere, open cars (they were called cars right?), remnants of car-crashes and even a few still-burning fires, namely a crashed helicopter and the still-burning building it crashed into (likely the result of some surveillance attempt by the local government).
Now most people might have been off-set by taking a casual stroll across a city of corpses, but Arngrim wasn’t exactly a virgin to this sort of thing. He used to be a participant in medieval warfare after all; taking a casual stroll across a field of corpses was generally the only way to get back to your home after all.
Arngrim wasn’t here for any very specific reason, but he and the rest of his personalities had been inspecting any newly discovered hot-spots. They weren’t looking for anything in particular, but anything that seemed out of place… in a mountain of corpses and a mostly dead silent city.
At least he got used to the smell.
Where should he actually start looking though? The streets didn’t seem too promising; one of the buildings might suffice but... which one?
Arngrim sighed; this assignment sucked and he knew it.
Using his arms to help, he hopped up onto a car parked quite conveniently in the midst of massacred traffic.
Suddenly he knew he wasn’t alone. He could feel that cold animalistic stare bearing down on him from one of the monsters that did this.
All Arngrim did was shoot a stare back at him. Not a word was spoken. Nothing needed to be spoken; they were predators of different species but of the same genus. They respected one another, and they did so by fearing one another as they both bared their own fangs.
The hollowified shinigami spat on the pavement and walked back into his residence, phasing right through the door on his way in.
Leaning back onto the roof of the car, the man couldn’t help but wonder exactly what he was going to do here.
Well we could always go streaking… Or just take stuff. There’s no one around. Shion chimed in.
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