and after all this, the rest is all bullshit.

[scorchtheground]

For the most part, Buckingham Crater has been quiet, today. Not a lot of people are out and about in the aftermath of the plagues, and those that are are staying far away from the police tape surrounding the wreckage, save a few curious onlookers here or there

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[archangelet]

Tay has been in the city looking for Mat. It didn't really occur to her that the dumb kid would actually be hanging out where his brother was killed, so she's been to the Conrad with no luck and now she's poking around the park.

She's a pretty safe distance away when Hiroto comes tumbling through the rift, and what with all the ammo, she ducks behind a tree to take stock of the situation. White and black blood, the white blood not his. Oh, this will be fun, but having a jumpy demon (probably a Rakshasa, looking like that) fully armed in the middle of the park is not good.

What is good is the fact that Tay decided that the possibility of leftover monsters meant that a shotgun might be needed. She grabs it of her back, cocks it, and comes out from behind the tree with it pointed directly at him. She's still a safe distance away, and she really hopes he'll listen to her, but she'd rather him not shoot her the moment she speaks.

"Okay, I don't want to shoot you," she calls out. "I just don't want you to shoot me. You're in

[scorchtheground]

Hiroto whirls at the sound of her voice, training both guns on the girl approaching him. His brain registers angel and shotgun and doesn't really think farther than that; he squeezes the trigger of both guns, theoretically aiming to take her shooting arm out, and maybe get her in the stomach or something like that, let her bleed out, stretch the fight out longer, but he's far enough away that it's hard to tell if the bullets will even connect, not from the small guns he's using.

Then he ducks behind a piece of...he doesn't care what it used to be before whatever the hell happened to this place, he just cares that she's holding a shotgun. He kind of wishes he hadn't given Akane his.

It takes a few seconds after that for the English to settle in. He likes to think he's got a pretty good grasp on the language, but he hasn't had cause to use it in such a long time that even if he wasn't running on reflex he probably wouldn't have caught every single word. "You're a Throne with a shotgun and you're talking to me about peace!" he spits

[archangelet]

One of the shots goes wide, but the other manages to clip her arm, and she curses. "Fucking hotblood! I'm trying to help you!" she shouts down at him. All her training's kicked in and despite the fact that she knows better, she wants to blast this fucker to kingdom come.

Instead, she grits her teeth, mutters what might be a prayer to any saint that might listen, and holds her hands up, re-holstering the shotgun on her back with one smooth movement. "Look, I'm not trying to fucking hurt you, you bastard. There is a TREATY. You are safe from angels trying to kill you if you don't fucking try to kill us!"

If she dies because of this, she is haunting her ward's ass for the rest of his FUCKING LIFE.

[scorchtheground]

Well, that's mildly annoying. Here he was, ready for a decent fight since the universe seems to have robbed him of the one he happened to be in the middle of -- and he'll think about what that possibly means in a second, because right now he'd like to think about how this fucking Throne doesn't want a fucking fight, and that's weird.

Though, he supposes, if he's not in Kyoto anymore, he should maybe not riddle some angel with bullets in broad daylight with passers-by watching.

He peers out from behind the chunk of statue, giving her a skeptical look. She's holstered the gun and everything. Oh-kay then. So he swings around the cover, holstering one gun and saying, "Where's the fun in that?" And gives her a very slow headtilt, almost as if his head just was suddenly unable to hold itself up.

"What kind of Throne are you, anyway?" he continues, English this time.