"you poor poor thing" he notices the scar on her neck "who would do such a thing to someone like you"
At being called a poor thing... well, something in her should have reacted, but it didn't. Her hand came up to graze against her scar as she blinked slowly.
".... it doesn't matter who anymore... she is gone."
".... it doesn't matter who anymore... she is gone."
Her brow furrowed as he said that.
"....... you could say both. But I was referencing... her.."
"....... you could say both. But I was referencing... her.."
"i see" his grip on his sword tightens as he resist the urge to touch the scar on his left thigh from where his flesh was carved off to make his most prized and hated possession
".... maybe I do not understand the full reasoning for any type of full armor, but.. is there a reason you have come to a passive place like this so... protected..?" She's mentally trying to go through conversation topics to use. She's not good at this.
"its all i have and all i know" he was always running missions the frequency of those missions were random so he was always equipped and armored
".... that is understandable. I have never worn much armor.. you must have.. needed it." She had to let out a similarly passive aggressive comment after the sense of self comment, even though she usually couldn't care less. Maybe it was because of the power he exuded that she found the miniscule energy to care.
"i am what was trained to be a living weapon im sorry i need to go an enemy attack is heading to earth i am needed"
"little fumizuki i will come back...maybe assuming i don't die" which i'm not against but ill keep that thought to myself
"..... ah. goodbye." She did not wave, and didn't show much unhappiness at Excalibur going to leave. She simply turned back to her drink.
he opens a black and yellow crack in space as if the world were shattering and pure void energy pores out of them as he steps in and then then the crack snaps shut rather violently blowing out a bit of umbra power
The void energy.. She instantly was able to recognize it when it was not stored in a living being.
It made her shudder for reasons she could barely recall.
It made her shudder for reasons she could barely recall.
the void power would whisper just a moment before dissipating from the bar saying only one thing "umbra..."
Umbra, umbra, umbra. She shuddered again, downing the rest of her drink and ordering another. But her face did not change. She's back open for interaction with others.
"and the space ninja is off again keep this up and he's going to get killed" not that he really cared
"Yes. I hope he comes back okay though."
"I'm sure he'll be fine."
Long Island wanders around, wearing a Santa costume and singing a little song.
"HASHIRE SORI YO
KAZE NO YOU NI
TSUKIMIHARA WO
PADORU PADORU!"
"HASHIRE SORI YO
KAZE NO YOU NI
TSUKIMIHARA WO
PADORU PADORU!"

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