[Something drops out of the fountain, but you're not quite sure what or who they are yet. They roll over and hit the snow with a soft sound, and as the ink starts to drip off, you think you see a flash of white much like the snow beneath him. But the next time you blink you just see a young man in blue jeans and a jacket, with a wild mess of brown
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You can smell this place?
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Yeah, I can. It smells like nothing I've smelled before...
[Subject change!]
Do you live here? Where is this?
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[Sorry Kiba, you may have changed the subject, but Maya changes it back.]
So...you smell stuff...? ...What do I smell like?
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[He looks around, and there it is.
He's plenty freaked out now. Even the world ending is probably not up to par with this. Although the sign doesn't make things much clearer.
He sniffs.]
Like...soap?
[Well, she did have a little body odor, but Kiba wasn't going to say that.]
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Hiya!
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...Hey.
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Welcome! I'm Ryuuzaki Ukyou.
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That's a good way of putting it. It's a shame, really. I liked this city a lot before all the bad stuff started happening. ...Do you think bad people could become good?
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Yeah. I think so.
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That makes me feel a lot better. Thanks, Kiba.
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[He closes his eyes.]
Mind if I sleep?
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[Why, sneak up on the other side of the fountain and throw a glob of ink at him. What else?]
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Who--
[Nah, this is a better question.]
What are you?
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