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"Do you know how fucking annoying it is to have a samurai following you around everywhere?"
Vincent stared contemplatively at the girl dangling in front of him.. She crossed her arms across her chest glared, but the effect was lost - hanging upside was making her face turn an unsightly shade of crimson. The rope twisted and she turned slightly in the breeze. He followed her line of vision to his second captive. "Him, I imagine?"
"Yes fucking him. Hey, will you let me down now?"
Vincent ignored her and instead inspected the various knots in the rope that held her above the ground. All secure. Satisified that he could investigate his second victim safely, he turned his back on the girl, who was now swaying like a pendulum due to her efforts to escape.
"It's really goddamn annoying!" She yelled after him, in case he was wondering. "Like having crabs, only over your entire body! Crabs that have a personel vendetta against anything not lame!"
The samurai glowered, but thankfully was silent, unlike his companion who was now shrieking out insults in alphabetical order. It had been pure misfortune that his two traps had been sprung on innocent bystanders, but Vincent was still vaguely interested in the pair, despite their lack of monitary value. He hadn't recognized the symbol on the girl's bandanna, and a quick glance at her guardian told him nothing, other than the prisoner shared a similar sense of fashion with Vincent: the samurai was dressed in a red, kimono-style coat with black pants and shirt. His katana had been shoved behind him by the ropes that now encircled his arms and chest; Vincent bent down to pull it free. An inscription on the blade might--
The blow sent him to his knees and then completely to the ground. "Two birds with one stone!" A voice said smugly before the world went black.
Vincent stared contemplatively at the girl dangling in front of him.. She crossed her arms across her chest glared, but the effect was lost - hanging upside was making her face turn an unsightly shade of crimson. The rope twisted and she turned slightly in the breeze. He followed her line of vision to his second captive. "Him, I imagine?"
"Yes fucking him. Hey, will you let me down now?"
Vincent ignored her and instead inspected the various knots in the rope that held her above the ground. All secure. Satisified that he could investigate his second victim safely, he turned his back on the girl, who was now swaying like a pendulum due to her efforts to escape.
"It's really goddamn annoying!" She yelled after him, in case he was wondering. "Like having crabs, only over your entire body! Crabs that have a personel vendetta against anything not lame!"
The samurai glowered, but thankfully was silent, unlike his companion who was now shrieking out insults in alphabetical order. It had been pure misfortune that his two traps had been sprung on innocent bystanders, but Vincent was still vaguely interested in the pair, despite their lack of monitary value. He hadn't recognized the symbol on the girl's bandanna, and a quick glance at her guardian told him nothing, other than the prisoner shared a similar sense of fashion with Vincent: the samurai was dressed in a red, kimono-style coat with black pants and shirt. His katana had been shoved behind him by the ropes that now encircled his arms and chest; Vincent bent down to pull it free. An inscription on the blade might--
The blow sent him to his knees and then completely to the ground. "Two birds with one stone!" A voice said smugly before the world went black.