Witches' Side
Characters: OPEN, Witches' Side
Location: Factory #1
Rating: R
Time: SEPTEMBER 1-15TH 2019
Description: A place where you either live in splendor, or squalor. Where has fate thrown you? The Witches and their kin have picked up an unusual bit of excitement from those in Shibusen, just what could it be? All sorts of rumors are flying around, and not ( Read more... )
Location: Factory #1
Rating: R
Time: SEPTEMBER 1-15TH 2019
Description: A place where you either live in splendor, or squalor. Where has fate thrown you? The Witches and their kin have picked up an unusual bit of excitement from those in Shibusen, just what could it be? All sorts of rumors are flying around, and not ( Read more... )
Such as that rumour, for instance. Kamui leafs through a book, lounging on a chair crosslegged, eyes briefly flickering in interest to the drawings and the language but not really reading, not really taking it in. It's more of a disguise, make it seem like he's being studious; whether it works on the others or not, he doesn't really care. He's actually bored. He just needs a place to walk in. He doesn't want to go out; doesn't need to, not yet -- anyway, there's only so many missions that can appease a deathscythe. And with the way the dragons carry themselves around him, it's a little disconcerting, really, how he watched the others watching him. He's always been used to have the upper hand. Being a Kamui does that. Now ... he shakes his head at the thought.
... but the rumours. People thrown back from the past. How curious. He doesn't remember much about the past. He worked, he had friends, and he was ... alright, he supposed was the term. Then Nataku happened (brief flash of anger) and then Chase (even more brief flash of anger, replaced by scorn and disappointment and maybe, just maybe, pity). Right now things are so vastly different. If he could go back, would he make the same decision?
He gave a small laugh and closed the book. If people could see him, he mused. Ah, well, not all of them are people anymore. But if they can see him, it's probably an odd sight -- all alone, and laughing to himself.
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But people change, especially after ten years. It wasn't as drastic a change as fiction tended to portray. She just happened to develop a better appreciation for reading. She didn't give much thought to what other people might think of her reading choices, so long as she enjoyed the story. The woman who used to escape reading now used reading as an escape, from Death City and everything that had to do with it. It was laughable, really.
But that did not mean that she'd appreciate hearing someone laugh, as if on cue. She slams her left hand on the desk as she puts the book she was reading down.
"Is there anything funny, Kamui?"
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"Have you heard ... about those rumours?"
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"Rumors are merely that: rumors. Unless you think there's some worth in trying to prove that people from the past can appear out of thin air into this future then you probably shouldn't bother."
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He turned a page and smiled. "Either way, we'll find out soon, won't we? If it's important enough, we'll probably be sent outside."
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But she does like the idea of being sent outside. For a moment, she contemplates pushing her book aside to discuss the potential for an investigation but decides not to. She opens her book and takes a split-second longer to get through the title page.
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... nothing that he isn't familiar with, either way.
"It's something to consider." He replied. "The rumours won't touch us if they really were baseless, after all. And if we have time, we can always check things out."
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At that point it became harder to concentrate on her book. It had a foolish plot anyway. "It should probably merit a preliminary investigation."
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He closes his book quietly, and leans on his hand on an armrest to look at her, smiling. "We can walk around outside. Or ask anyone. What do you suggest?"
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It wasn't the only point about his 'Weapon' that still managed to get him to snarl, but it was the one in the immediate time frame, and so it was what he considered the worst of those points. Given, compared to the points that made him stay around, those 'bad points' weren't bad at all, but still-- still, Altair had pride, and he kept his pride close at mind and heart, no matter the time.
Those old assassin robes were still worn; adorned now, properly, daggers and knives and even a sword, no matter how often those "witches" scoffed at them. Ah, that was a blow to the pride - working for witches. Crusader tales come to life, apparently, but they weren't near as impressive as he'd have thought.
"Do you know you're laughing?"
Pride curled his lip on the question, kept his voice low and demanding while high and lofty - but pride bent enough that he came to a stop a few paces to the side of Kamui, had him pushing his hood down (it'd take eight years) to see clearer. The question wasn't born of worry or concern over the other's mental health (the man was insane, Altair always knew that)-- more honest curiosity, though you wouldn't guess that from his habitually stiff posture and tone.
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Well. Not right now, anyway. But it's a skill Kamui knows by heart.
He closes his book for a while and leans forward, hands resting on his knees, looking at Altair with amusement. "I was just remembering things. How are you?"
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Ah, that question. His eyes focused on Kamui's, moving on toward a shelf as if to look at the books. "Fine. And your nostalgia?"
Just lilting enough to be called mockery, but not enough to be insulting.
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Kamui wondered if the others from his world realizes this, and he smiles with his own secret amusement.
"Mmm, I probably should check on Kazuki. Haven't seen him yet for this morning."
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Hn. With a glance off down the aisle, maybe just a touch more rough. Not forceful, though, if only because this was Kamui. "It's unlikely anything's changed with him. Checking would be a waste of time."
It wasn't as if Kishin were the targets for any sort of harassment, after all.
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