Characters: Rhode Kamelot [
suchselfishness ], Anyone who would like to play with the little monster.
Location: Casualty Communal, wherever she happens to run into you.
Rating: TBD
Time: Middayish, July 17
Description: Rhode is bored as can be and looking for new toys, friendly or antagonistic~
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I'm a freak, an apparition... )
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She drifted down the stairs, floating about six inches off the floor, not paying a great deal of attention to who or what was coming up them...
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She opened her mouth, almost asking, but she bit back the question quickly. That was just desperate, and that was the last impression she wanted to give anyone in this place.
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"How did you figure out you can do that?" Rhode finally asked, trying quite hard to sound as if she didn't care about the answer at all. The curiosity had been bothering her, however, since Kuroro had started bothering her to keep trying to find her ability.
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He had not been interested in BREW, nor the affairs of Shibusen, prior to his vessel's disappearance. Now, however, he couldn't help but wonder --
-- which he chose to do at one of the stairwells. There was little else to occupy himself with, given recent events, and, curious as he was, he was not an idiot. Until things settled down (or until loafing about finally annoyed him enough), he had no intentions of going out and seeing what was there.
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After a moment's consideration, she started up the steps, stopping a step beneath his feet and crouching down. Hands resting on her knees, she looked up at Mukuro, head tilted ever so slightly to the side. "No fogchasing? It's perfect weather for it."
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"The others seem occupied enough with that as it is." he tilted his head at her as well, observing the observer. "And you, my dear? Why are you inside?"
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"There's nothing worth doing out there. Not that there's anything worth doing in here." She sighed ever so softly. "Nothing in this world is worth doing, really. Such a bore."
Shifting her weight forward, she rested her knees just between his feet, brushing a piece of hair that had fallen out of her face. "Why are you sitting out here on the steps? From what you've said on the network, I imagined you had a lot of friends from home to be with."
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