[THREAD] to my motion FATIGUE : f a r e w e l l
Who: Kengamine Nagi & OPEN
Where: the streets of Abyss
When: late afternoon to early evening
Summary: Owl of the burning forest, searching for some familiarity.
Rating: T (to start?)
Other: Start a new thread or hop onto a pre-existing one with permission, I'm good with either.
( like an introvert, i drew my over shirt ; around my arms and began to shiver violently before ; you happened to look and see the tunnels all around me ; running into the dark underground )
Where: the streets of Abyss
When: late afternoon to early evening
Summary: Owl of the burning forest, searching for some familiarity.
Rating: T (to start?)
Other: Start a new thread or hop onto a pre-existing one with permission, I'm good with either.
( like an introvert, i drew my over shirt ; around my arms and began to shiver violently before ; you happened to look and see the tunnels all around me ; running into the dark underground )
Edging down a deserted alley and emerging back onto the main street, Nagi kept careful track of the direction he was headed in, trying to balance a quick route to his destination with a route that would hopefully avoid any commotion. Of course, he could probably hold his own if worst came to worst, but it would be better to leave here without any trouble, right? And so, taking a right turn, he stepped into a side-street that would lead to the back door of the headquarters, and --
paused. Because, despite the dim lighting, it wasn't hard to make out the outlines of two figures. One noticeably still -- dead? Perhaps, judging by the splatters of dried blood on the ground. The other seemed very much alive, judging by the stare directed his way. Not that he could make out much of an expression between those shades and the overhanging shadow. (In the past, perhaps, he would have reacted to this display with more emotion, but now, with all moral judgment murdered by his pre-programmed command, all he could make was blank observations.)
Throughout this quiet train of thought, Nagi's expression remained impassive, and he turned to gaze down the street for a moment, wondering if there was another way he could take to avoid going past this display, but no, sadly, this was the most efficient route, and doubling back the way he'd come would only be a waste of time. And so, with a small sigh, he headed down the street, somehow managing to hide the faint tension in his limbs despite the knowledge that he looked painfully out of place here. As he drew closer, his careful gaze flickered over the dead body -- gunshot wounds? probably long since dead -- before he looked to the crouched figure and offered a weak smile. "... sorry for disturbing you."
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Curious.
He smiled. It was an easy, practiced sort of smile. He could have won contests for it. "I don't mind. It can be returned to. ...You look lost." Well, really he meant 'you don't look like you belong', but only one of those phrases came across as inquisitively friendly, and he didn't want to scare the man off so soon. The possibility for information was too enticing.
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The smile was returned, tinged with a faint hesitation, but otherwise sincere, and he gave a small laugh. "Is it that obvious?" A hand rose to tug at the folds of his scarf in his usual nervous habit, before he glanced down the street. "I don't usually come around here that often, so I suppose it shows." Part of him wondered if this was a bad thing to say -- would the other realize he wasn't from Abyss and use that to his advantage? -- but if it was that obvious, then maybe there wasn't much point in hiding it in the first place.
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"Only small hints. I guessed. I'm told I'm skilled at that." And what telling little movements you make, like a nervous bird. Do you fear someone clipping your wings, little bird? "Mm, the atmosphere can be... oppressive to some." A meaningful look at the corpse, his soon-to-be meal. Patience, patience.
"You must have pressing business to venture down here in spite of that."
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Giving the hem of his scarf another habitual tug, he gave a sheepish laugh. "It's certainly something I'm not used to -- not that it's too unbearable." The widening smile was taken into account, but not given too much thought -- this situation didn't indicate any need for caution, not yet. Hopefully, it would stay this way.
"There's something I was, ah -- looking for, around here." A small pause. "Haha, perhaps I should get going?"
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He lifted his brows faintly. "Looking for something? ...Perhaps I could help. I'm used to finding things. What were you looking for, Mr...?" he trailed off expectantly. He doubted the man would accept the offer (what sane person would, from someone who'd been found crouched hungrily over a corpse?) but oh, if he could just get a name. Even an alias.
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Pause. It probably wasn't safe to say his name here, was it? "-- Owl." A crude moniker that he didn't like to use much since he'd left it behind, but it would have to do for now. Trying to gloss over the momentary stumble in his words, he gave a good-natured smile. "The offer is much appreciated though, sir."
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He'd remain standing until the 'little bird' had gone out of sight, however.
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And so, with a small half-bow and soft smile in farewell, he passed by and headed down the street. Paying as little attention as possible to what could possibly happen to that dead body once he was gone.
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