Kanda Yuu ✖ o1

[abjured]

Who: anyone
Where: the unlucky Espoir
Style: either / or
Status: open Sesame!

It got him no where.

Walking around the place aimlessly, like a Finder, or a hired thug, or a mercenary was enough of a disgrace. Having nothing to show for it was insult, injury, and irony at its best

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[innocentofheart]

Lenalee had been wandering around the area, trying to get more of an idea, aside from what she was told, of where she was.

She passed a slightly tall building, pausing a bit at an oh-so-familiar hiss and stepped back a little, looking into the shadows, partially seeing who was sitting there.

"...Kanda?"

Upon saying his name, Lenalee instantly began wondering if Lavi knew and also if Kanda had just arrived here as well, or if he's been here for awhile longer than she had.

[abjured]

He raised his head slowly, cursing the motion under his breath for that extra nudge into headache hell. "...Lenalee...?"

...and there she was.

Strange, how his first instinct hardly went to the relevant questions - he assumed there were several - but to briefly passing a hand by his head, as if tracing an invisible line of roughly the length of her familiar, but very, very wrong hairstyle.

He frowned in concentration, beckoning her closer with a negligent wave of the hand.

[innocentofheart]

She nodded, giving a brief stare, along with a slight tilt of the head at the previous hand motion before moving closer and kneeling down beside him, keeping a steady gaze for awhile before looking away slightly.

"Did you..just get here?"

She had ran into Lavi her first day here and he had said that it was only her and him at the moment, but she just had to confirm whether or not the others had been here as well without him knowing, although she doubted that they had been seeing as Lavi was usually right when it came to knowing things.

[abjured]

He did so loathe touch, and touches of sympathy especially, but some things couldn't really be avoided. He brushed his fingers over the tips of her tails, withdrawing his hand instantly.

"It's real." It wasn't supposed to be real. He turned his head, following her movements with but the corner of an eye, dangeorusly attuned to them. Akuma, akuma, akuma, come out, come out, wherever you are. Might as well play for time. His tone lacked excitement, "It's enough that I'm here."

[bigassmachete]

The sudden loud noise of metal hitting the ground accompanied with an obnoxious beep startled Rena. She spun around to see where the noise had come from when she noticed the brooding young man sitting on the pavement. He seemed to be very frustrated with his device and not in one of the best moods.

Rena hesitantly started walking towards him. He seemed kind of scary but Rena didn’t like judging people off of first glances. And he seemed to be having a really bad day and in need of some help.

Now standing a little ways in front of him, Rena made an attempt at getting the boy’s attention.

“U-um...are you ok?”

[abjured]

"That's irrelevant," he whispered, gathering the vague, alien thing called 'composure.' Or trying, and possibly failing.

Certainly, he had several, and this little girl seemed very willing to account for a few of them. He glanced up, nodding once in the stead of greeting, and not the least bit bothered by the lack of introductions. "Name of this place. Spit it out."

[bigassmachete]

Rena was startled by the rather blunt reply, but quickly brushed it off.
Oh, what was the name of this place again? She had heard some people mention it before...ah! Somarium wasn’t it?

"S-somarium. Somarium is what this place is called I think, I think."

[abjured]

"You'll be telling me what you know, not what you think," he muttered, a touch bit less bitterly. Hardly because he cared for her feelings, and more because he'd learned through time that intimidation only stirred most children to stupour, and tears, rather than precious, precious answers.

Thank you, Timothy, Kanda recently learned to hate brats. "Which continent is it?"

....*patpat*

[abjured]

"Don't touch me." Instinctive reply, really, when it came to that voice - although a few seconds' passing brought the recollection that neither of them were supposed to be here.

He stumbled to his feet, one hand lovingly, dotingly at the ready against the sharp thing called Mugen. Years of engagements with shape-shifting akuma had long taught him that paranoia would always be the rule, not the exception.

[abjured]

Growled, really, because Lavi, Lavi, why would you ever. "Kanda. It's Kanda."

Also a time paradox, since Lavi and I are currently harem boys.

[subsisted]

"It's impossible to break it," a low but firm voice quipped.

A mere few feet behind Kanda Yuu stood an interesting creature, to say the least. Perhaps at first glance the black leather trench coat would look relatively normal, the visor on his face nothing more than some sort of battle-helmet, his strange heeled feet just an interesting pair of boots. A closer look would reveal his metal-jointed knuckles, the skin grafted to the man's artificial jaw.

Though his stance wasn't overtly threatening, the creature's katana hung within easy reach of his right hand.

"Even if you leave it there," he said, "you'll find it back in your pocket within the next few hours."

gdi proof-reading

[abjured]

He fished a coin from his pouch lazily, with a just bit of forced nonchalance and that more bravado, aiming it for the other's feet. "That's all you're getting unless you've got more information to whore, tin can."

Hardly Raiden's fault that the reality of the Dreamberry's endurance annoyed Kanda beyond belief - but this irritation had to be taken on someone, and it's always best to make verbal punching bags of the living.

[subsisted]

Raiden gave a low, dry huff, his eyes drawn to the coin at the tip of his toe. He slowly crouched down, reaching a clawed hand out to scoop it up. He held the small, rounded piece of metal close to his face, his visor peeling back with a hiss and a whir to reveal a pale, weary face.

"I don't have anything else for you," said Raiden, his tone colored by mild indignation. He flipped the coin over. He couldn't recognize the currency. Maybe there was a clue on the back. "I prefer working with information exchange, not money."

Raiden was right. The date on the back of his coin gave him a bit of a start, pale eyes widening slightly beneath the shadow of his visor.

No wonder Raiden didn't recognize the coin.

It was from the 19th century.

[abjured]

"Mean little tin can, discriminating like that." He chuckled, taking little note of the other's irritation, and committing the basics of his relevant features to memory: the face didn't matter. The body's height, estimable weight, and fluidity of movement were more telling to Kanda.

"Your preferences aren't my concern." He stood, looking up, levelly. Big tin can, my, my. Solid, too. "Deal with it."

[nightfestival]

Matsuri had recently gotten the present from Somarium's local goddess that day. And it was an umbrella. So despite the lack of rain, she simply had to try it out. ... Not to mention that without any protection from the sun, she would burn.

But those were all just details in her mind as she walked around Espoir, umbrella in hand, and took in what the village looked like during the day. For the most part, her walk was uneventful. She was taking in all the sights, and only when she heard the sound of something hitting the ground did she stop and turn.

"Huh?" was her first response as she walked over to where she heard the sound and saw the new arrival. She looked to the fallen Dreamberry back to the new person, and did a double-take before asking, "Do you need some help, mister?"

[abjured]

Deliver him, Lord, from all evils, and these great woes are all meddlesome women. He spared the girl not even a first glance of courteous acknowledgment, his interest fixed on the Dreamberry again.

"Name. Location. Purpose. Now, woman." He recited his requests, really.

[nightfestival]

Oh, he was so lucky that she was in a good mood. So with a small huff and a slight frown, she commented briefly, "Ask more nicely and be more specific. It'll get you a lot farther."

Quickly getting tired of glaring at him, she sighed and offered some answers, "This place is Somarium. Miss Peorth said that it's a dream world. And I have a name, it's Matsuri. Call me anything else and I'm not telling you anything."

[abjured]

On some level, the hypocrisy of constantly tailoring nicknames for others, while insisting on the purity of his own name never did quite register. He rolled his eyes at great and amazing speeds. "My manners aren't your concern, woman."

He tsked, finally taking her in. Small. Slight frame. Possibly easy to overcome, by either man, or substance. "Somarium. Dream world. Hit the opiate stash recently, did you? You're right - not woman. Madwoman."