The graceful arrival of Soul Eater-verse Fakir

[queruloussoul]

[[Fakir lands face first in the middle of the street.  He had just swung Ahiru in a wide, powerful arc at their opponent, going in for the kill.  But then--what exactly had happened?  The great hulking monster who's soul he'd been about to collect wasn't there anymore, and neither was Ahiru, which had left him to pitch forward, driven by his own

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[shadow_sinx]

[ As his searching of the town has indirectly caused the assassin to run into more and more people, the cloaked Fakir spots another person up ahead, his eyes widening in mild surprise before they narrow.

Another doppelganger.

Cautiously, he uses his practiced stealth as he approaches until he's close enough to spot what the figure is doing - and raises an eyebrow at the numbers written onto the glass. ]

What the...? Is it some kind of code?

[ Although he's hidden from direct view, his end of his right katar ends up hitting the stone down below with a very audible scraping noise. ]

[queruloussoul]

[[Fakir jumps, startled, when he hears something--something metal?--scrape against a stone. He whirls around, hands grasping for a (moronic) weapon that isn't there. He clenches them into fists instead, eyebrows furrowed as he searches his surroundings.]]

Who's there? ... Ahiru?

[shadow_sinx]

[ His eyebrows raise a little further at the mention of the name.

Did that mean this double of his was familiar with that redheaded girl he had never seen in his own world?

The assassin takes a step to the right, and after a moment of silent deliberation, uncloaks to reveal himself out of midair - completely uncaring as to how it might startle the mirror image in front of him. ]

...You're looking for Ahiru?

[queruloussoul]

[[Suddenly, in front of Fakir is ... oh, no. No, this isn't happening. He misjudged the monster. This is a trick.

And the double is armed. And Fakir isn't.

Fakir takes a few steps back from his double, sizing him up, trying to keep his fists from trembling. This isn't good. ]]

[shadow_sinx]

[ A part of him was amused by the reaction, but the anger that was not completely his own flared to life in annoyance at the lack of a reply. ]

Are you or aren't you? I heard the name.

[ He takes a step closer, though not yet raising his katars in preparation for a battle. ]

[queruloussoul]

[[Fakir tries to fight the rising panic, steadying himself as well as he can. If Ahiru isn't here, this will just have to be a test of his worth without a weapon.

Still, he doesn't like the look of those katars.]]

And what's it to you? As her technician, I have to keep track of her.

[[His eyes narrow as the double steps closer.]]

What do you want? [[It's probably a useless question, but he asks it anyway, stalling for time.]]

[shadow_sinx]

Technician? Hm. That girl didn't mention anything like that. It's not anything to me. I've merely met a girl who says that's her name.

[ He studies his doppelganger silently for a moment. ]

...You're from another world as well, aren't you? I'm getting damn tired of seeing myself around here. But at least this one isn't grinning.

[queruloussoul]

[[What's it trying to play at, acting like it doesn't know anything? Did it capture his stupid weapon after she wandered off, or what?]] Yes. Where is she?

[[Another world?]] Since when do Kishins tell stories?

[shadow_sinx]

[ He lightly jerks his head toward the street at his left. ]

Somewhere back there. Unless she's wandered off.

[ His brows then draw together at the unfamiliar term. ]

Kishin? What the hell is that?

[queruloussoul]

[[Fakir knows that even if it wasn't lying, this information would probably be useless. Ahiru could be anywhere by now.]]

[[Apparently this monster is going to conquer him by driving him insane with stupid questions. It certainly isn't using violence, and Fakir can't imagine why--he's clearly unarmed and helpless.

Fakir isn't afraid anymore. Now, he's just exasperated.]]

Never mind. What do you want?

[shadow_sinx]

[ The assassin glances back at the window, pointing his right katar in the direction of the fading set of written numbers in the fogged glass. ]

What are those numbers for?

[queruloussoul]

[[He really doesn't have the patience for this.]]

So I can find out what's going on, of course.

[shadow_sinx]

...Really.

[ He stares at the number sequence, unable to discern anything from it. Which somehow serves to make him more aggravated for a reason he's can't pinpoint. ]

And just how is that?

[queruloussoul]

[[This is the most irritating monster Fakir has ever met. He's getting restless.]]

By contacting Shinigami-sama! Look, are you going to attack me or not? [[Restless? Make that reckless.]]

[shadow_sinx]

Shini-what? Attack you?

[ He snorts, and raises his katars to a more fight-ready position, lifting one eyebrow as he stares at his double. ]

Is that what you want me to do? I certainly wouldn't turn down a fight... but you don't seem to have a weapon. I won't kill civilians.

[queruloussoul]

[[Fakir spends a few brief moments contemplating what an idiot he is.]]

You've already got the clear advantage. Do you really have to rub it in?