It was the lightning that drew Akabane. He knew, from explorations of the popcorn room and his researches that none of those he knew had been here before. Lightning was something he was familiar with, and it was with mixed feelings that he observed it wasn't Ginji that had arrived.
He still entered the room, curious always, just what he could gain from this caustic, floating head. "Werepire?" he asked, his hand coming up to touch the brim of his hat, his eye observing the newcomer through the slit in his hat.
"We do not seem to have those here, yet," Akabane replied. Whether or not he was disappointed by this couldn't be determined by his expression, which appeared from under the brim of his hat again.
Akabane tilted his head a little. He didn't quite see how this floating head could kick anyone, unless he meant the lightning as a 'kick.' "Then, you are a vigilante?" he asked. He didn't think normal law enforcement would either deal with 'werepires' or be enthusiastic about 'kicking some punks.'
Akabane frowned a little. "Of which country?" he asked. He couldn't place the name, but there were many countries and he didn't necessarily keep up with politics more than he needed to.
Akabane's hand returned to the brim of his hat. "I am not familiar with United States history," he said smoothly. "It was not studied where I went to school," he added. This head was beginning to irritate him, though. He wondered if it would be worth the effort to find amusement to would it be better to cut his losses and leave.
His hand came down, the glimmer of a scalpel at his finger tips. "I did not go to school in your United States," he said levelly. "I think you will find, outside your small borders, you are not that well known."
"That impresses only those who have seen werepires," Akabane said blandly. He brought his hand up, showing four blades. "The vampires here are quite entertaining. Are you?" he asked, flicking the blades at the floating head, four more appearing between his fingers.
He still entered the room, curious always, just what he could gain from this caustic, floating head. "Werepire?" he asked, his hand coming up to touch the brim of his hat, his eye observing the newcomer through the slit in his hat.
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Well, it was nothing to him.
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Oh, it's on now, bitch! he cried, aiming lightning at Akabane.
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