⌈ how to survive in the nightlife ⌋

[erythrosi]

characters: The Grey General, open.
location: Solace streets and alleys, not too far from the parked airship.
time: Late evening?
rating: W. For wtf.
open/closed: Very much open, feel free to hop in with prose or action.
summary: Those odd shadows seem to be converging at one place and taking a form of their own.

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[lostseptember]

Momiji had come to lose a considerable amount of weight this past month, cheekbones gaunt and defined, ribs visible beneath his skin. Not that it was much easy to tell, as his constitution had been weak lately and he was in his animal form more often than not

[erythrosi]

The first few alleys had no other residents than himself, and a few stacks of empty boxes or dumpsters long rusted shut. He paid them no mind, moving quickly from one alley to the next, still searching. He was bound to find one of them sooner or later

/ruins mood with derpy icons

[lostseptember]

Momiji was lost to the world just then, sensible to nothing and unaware that he was being handled. His small body was limp when picked up, still save for the slow rise and fall of his chest. By the time Isen teleported them away, Momiji was still unresponsive, body chilled to the bone. The only sign of life from him was the quiet wheezing of his breaths.

Then, eventually, one of those ears weakly twitched as Momiji sluggishly realized that he was being pet and had to wonder if he was dreaming. Or if he was dead like Papa. Then he came to the conclusion that he didn't care, and he liked the petting and that was enough for him right now. He stirred a little, shivering as he tiredly nuzzled that hand, eventually poking out his tongue to lick Isen's fingers in gratitude.

d'awwww ;;

[erythrosi]

There wasn't a word in existence that quite described the relief that Isen felt feeling that tiny bunny tongue against his fingertips. His bunny was alive, thank whatever higher power kept him here. It was a start, at the very least. Isen had a chance to make things better, to fix the promise he'd broken and make everything better this time.

Next thing to worry about was how cold the little bundle of fluff in his arms felt. Cold, that wasn't good. As carefully as he could he shifted Momiji to one arm, shrugging his coat sleeve off the other before switching the bunny to his opposite arm and repeating the coat-shrugging until it fell from his shoulders. The front outside of the coat was bloodied, but the inside was warm, and he used it as a blanket to wrap around the chilled little bunny, holding him close to help warm him up. And then he whispered softly, worried of frightening the poor thing if he could listen.

"Momiji ... Papa's here, it's time to wake up."

obligatory comment from Mokona

[mekkyoing]

This seemed to be a kind of habit now, wandering around at night when it had nothing to do whatsoever. It was turning into an owl-- or, better yet, a bat! A vampire-like bat, or a bat-like vampire-- or something. But anyway!

Stalking the night and springing on any unsuspecting person!

Sometimes people just needed a break from a long, long day of composing songs in their head, and then scrapping it to think up of a better one-- with a matching dance to boot. Maybe it was a good thing Mokona hadn't seen its special person yet, since it didn't want to show some second-rate show. No, no, love deserved something even better. But once it had gotten the perfect everything, it would be paying that person a very special visit someday. That will be a day to remember

Mokona you troll

[erythrosi]

He wasn't quite within earshot to hear what a group of soldiers in the street were gossiping about, so to the next alley it was, keeping low and out of sight. Bastard Avaticans, not only did they see fit to invade his city, but the instant he's gone, they think that makes it okay to build their own city in it's place? Tch. They wouldn't like it if he just dropped by to make Avalice the new Solace, now would they

HEY meanie :{

[mekkyoing]

Was that blood? It certainly looked like blood. And it did smell like it too-- old, crusty, dried blood. There were white things as well-- the more Mokona looked, the more it could make out bandages. Old, filthy ones wrapped around... a man's neck. It couldn't see wounds, but that didn't mean there were none.

He seemed like he was hiding. Mokona could tell that he was very much on alert, like someone running away from something. Or someone. But still, he could be wounded anywhere, and it wanted to help this stranger, in any way that it could. Hide him from whomever he was running away from, treat his wounds... anything.

"Are you okay?" it asked in a rather loud whisper from it's perch, leaning on its paws over the edge of the roof.

... well he's a very cute troll.

[erythrosi]

Behind him, he managed to pinpoint it. He wasn't quite able to tell if any weapons were being aimed or just who it was, but for some reason he didn't feel as threatened as he thought he should be. Still, could be an enemy spy of some sort, or possibly one of their creatures they unleashed on poor unsuspecting individuals unlike himself. Or it could just be a squirrel. He wasn't sure

/SCREAMS

[uncomprehend]

Something broke through the whispers that night, something specific, something she had been searching for ever since the sound ( the voice ) disappeared. When she heard it River shot up, eyes wildly looking around the dark room that they were staying in, she looked over at Kevin ( asleep, she could hear his breathing from here ) before the nearby window

note that I never said he wouldn't be back.

[erythrosi]

As luck would have it, the next street he'd come to had been completely empty. Isen could breathe a sigh of relief as he stepped out from the alley, glancing around at what the Avaticans had done to his city. He didn't recognize a single building, the architecture was different and the shops themselves replaced entirely by shops he'd never heard of before. He was certain the only bakery in the city was on this block, and he could just keep his temper in check at the thought of what they must have done to his Estate

YEAH WELL...................................................... ♥ ;A;

[uncomprehend]

He looked real.

She took the opportunity to take his hand quickly, throwing caution to the wind, only to flinch immediately on contact eyes going from his face to the hand. His hand felt real. Hesitantly she took a hold of it, shock obvious on her face, her mind couldn't comprehend it. She didn't understand. How was he here? He had died she had felt it, the dead can't come back right? There were too many questions running through her mind, but she didn't care. She didn't understand how this happened but she didn't care. Gracelessly she pulled herself to her feet, wobbling a little before her free hand ( the one that didn't have his hand in a near death grip ) reached out to touch his face

.w. ♥♥♥

[erythrosi]

He was expecting a flinch or several, as much as each second glance of hers tugged at his heartstrings. He hadn't exactly made himself presentable before arriving, nor did he give any warning beforehand. And he certainly did look like a fright. But there was relief when she did take his hand, helping the poor girl to her feet and dusting a bit of the ground's dirt from her shoulder before there was that gentle touch against his cheek

[tembleques]

Thus here was Kanda, in the middle of the night, trying to find the person he felt the urge to profess his undying love to. So far into this week he had been unlucky, finding not the one his heart desired. It was like a currency table of disappointments. At least the city changed into a more likeable appearance--murky and devoid of sanity, but with flowers that reigned pristine until the morning sun.

His ears picked up the sound of footsteps, and curse you curiosity, he made an actual attempt to follow them across the streets--hoping that he would, at last, find the one he loved so he would never have to let them go...

But then there was the (slightly) unfamiliar form of one General who should have been dead. Kanda's expression returned to a scowl and his shoulders slumped slightly. No, this was not the one he had been looking for.

So he offered a disinterested "oh, it's you."

[erythrosi]

The further into the city he wandered, the more he was convinced that perhaps he wasn't in the right city at all. All the buildings were so different. And if it weren't for the occasional scrap of a Solace shop littering the alleys, he would put more consideration into hijacking the nearest airship (properly this time) to go search for his precious Solace.

Isen's investigating screeched to a halt the moment he heard a voice from behind him, and he could've sworn he was doing a better job at this being sneaky business, but apparently he would have to work harder at it. He turned around, not quite recognizing that voice but it was someone disinterested in his presence, and it was easier to understand why once he actually saw who it was.

"My apologies for not being the one you were expecting," Isen answered, mockingly offended. "One of us didn't meet the height requirement to return."

[tembleques]

That sarcastic tone of faked emotions really wasn't something Kanda had missed since the Grey General's execution. He didn't have a soft spot for others as it was--much less ones who were supposed to be dead--so the answer he received caused him to roll his eyes before settling back on the dead man's figure.

He raised an eyebrow. "Wasn't looking for him, either." Though Kanda vaguely wondered what were the chances the brat would return (and if there was, indeed, a required height to come back among the living).

"You didn't stay dead."