oh, the season of prayers had begun

[paintme_crimson]

Who: The Fatalistic Derps, aka Ciel and Fujiwara no Mokou
What: Upon hearing the announcements of being able to get back the original if the copy was killed...yeah, you know where this is going.
Where: The park
When: December 24th, nighttime.
Warnings: DEEEEAAAAATH. No, really. Be wary of the inevitable violence.

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[expiatrice]

[She didn't bother hiding, standing tall on top of a flickering light post, which made her figure look more menacing than it should be. Robed and on patrol, Ciel simply looked down with a neutral expression, the mask a perfect mold that hid all personal emotions.]

You always came here often, Mokou-san. [Past tense. But she doesn't address the second part of her remark, at least not just yet.]

[paintme_crimson]

Came? Past tense? Yeah, you still don't get it...

[expiatrice]

[she glances down ...To be honest, she's not sure either, but she's been in Mayfield for long enough to know that whatever it is, it'll eventually wear off.]

It's likely the town's trick for this Holiday season, it should pass in a few days or so. That said, have you seen the broadcast?

[paintme_crimson]

About killing the "fakes"? I don't see how I couldn't have. It's more than a bit disconcerting.