Forgotten Secrets Roleplay

“Back to the hunt then?” Terumi sighed knowing his words rung true. They couldn’t just settle and be normal like the humans. That would be nice right? To be a normal girl going to a normal school and maybe having the fun of being chased by guys for once. Yeah . . . that would be quiet some dream come true, getting fawned over instead of having to chase down others. She had no clue why Dante wished to find other pairs so much, it never ended well. Well aside from a new form at times, she couldn’t help ponder how much of a blood lust he might have.


When he started to clean up she would follow not sure what else to do. When he spoke of finding a place to crash she just shrugged. “Hey, you ever wonder what it would be like to have a real family sometime?” She would ask after a bit of silence her head finding that route much safer at the moment. Being called siblings had got her thinking, how life might be different if she had been normal. Would she had have a cute older brother to look out for her? Would he have his annoying useless moments like Dante?
 
Sighing, Astaroth would slowly turn his gaze towards Gypsy. He scowled, turning his attention back to his computer. "She's not a two-bit whore... She's just a kind person whose kindness will be the death of her one day..." He continued typing on the keyboard. It seemed he was writing about the bar, how it was managed by a wielder and his weapon. He was still a bit angry towards Gypsy, but at least this time he would answer her.


October sighed and sat back down, slumping in her seat, with crossed arms and a pouty expression. "Great, now your cheeks are flushed..." She murmured. "Which means you're sick. Wait right here, I have some medicine back in my dumpster." Without hesitation (or before Alphonse could protest), October ran out of the restaurant and to her dumpster. Climbing inside, she began digging in the hidden contents beneath the mattress until she found and old bottle that read 'Tylenol'.
 
Dante would only give a nod as he stepped outside and she followed. He even managed to take a few steps before her words send a shiver down his spine. He would stop abruptly. “We’re nothing more than pawns in this… families don’t exist for us.” He closed his eyes, the idea of tears actually taunting his person. Him, Dante, the guy that had become strong enough to kill without regret for his mother was near tears. His mom… I miss you; his thoughts betrayed him and everything he had sought to become.


Pushing past such weak emotions he would act as if he wasn’t overtaken by anything and continue on. “I got enough for a decent hotel if you don’t mind spending the cash of the departed” he would tease, trying to focus on anything but the concept of family. She was lucky, raised and breed like the rest of them. She didn’t have memories of a youth and loving parents. Dante would switch places with her simple mind anyway to not have such memories, however foggy, running through his mind.
 
The customer spluttering after one sip of the 'Nail, a shake of his head. It was depressing, some people just couldn't deal with spirits. It would get a long, drawn out sigh as he poured a stout, adding some raspberry flavour. He would take it to Säde's table and put it in front of her, picking up the drink he had delivered before.





"Smoother, and not a waste of Scotch. Mixomancer's know best. Next one is not free."





His quirked half smile on his face, she would be able to drink it, at least, the sweetness offsetting a lot of the bite of the stout. He was good with his suggestions for other people, and it would easily be a better choice of drink for the girl. He would have been keeping an eye on Gypsy as well, a nod of the head when Kamaria returned. He was good to his word, at least, he hadn't caused any trouble.





"Oh good. Another boy coming in to moon over you, try and get free refills and finger food?"





He was teasing Kamaria, moving with his usual style and grace. He wasn't one to get overly grumpy, or stay that way, but it was still better to put up a front, give a bit of a show. Of course her request would get a long sigh. She would see him get one of the nonalcoholic ciders out of a fridge behind the bar, pouring some of it into a glass, then adding ginger ale.





"No, you can't have your special. I have something new for your to try."





He would put some ice in a highball, stirring the two he had just poured, and transferred them into the highball and passing it to her. He was always learning strange new drinks, and it seemed that this was another in a long line of nonalcoholic drinks he had tried to figure out to add to the menu at some point. It wasn't that he didn't trust nonalcoholics, its just he felt they were lying to themselves.





Of course in Kamaria's case it meant he didn't have drinks going missing, but still. He would grin at her, ruffling her hair. He would smile and take two glasses of cola, slipping something into them and taking them for the cops, placing them on the side of the pool table. He would nod his head and watch as one drained it, the pair of them running out a few moments after they drained the glasses. A few people would stand and move through a side door, and he would nod his head with that smirk as he went back behind the bar. He had set up that meeting and damned if he would let newbie cops get in the way.
 



At the look of anger Gypsy looked hurt only for him to defend the other. Her eyes trailed after the girl before narrowing some. “Perhaps you rather have HER as you’re weapon then? And so? Two bit whores can be kind, hell might even be part of the job. Sides what type of ‘kind’ girl works a bar without getting something out of it? She doesn’t seem the type to do it for the free drinks that she might could score I’ll tell you that much.” She actually crossed her arms annoyed at this whole talk already and he only had to defend the wench once. “Just something fishy about all that stuff, she followed you out you know? Had me scared to death she was going to take you out or something.”





Poor Gypsy’s hair would start to stand on the back of her neck. There was another wielder or weapon in the bar as well not including the ones she already picked up. “What the ****!” She would cry out annoyed before her head glanced around trying to figure out who. Was this whole place a gathering place to smoke a peace pipe for their kind? Why didn’t she hear about places like this before?


 
Onyx would watch in silence only for him to say such about training and she would shrug. Sure it was important to be strong, but it was much easier to practice with someone that wasn’t a person in weapon form, it felt just odd to her for some reason. Then again when it came to battle she would have no problem using him, after all he was stronger than a typical weapon because of what he was, and Onyx wanted to survive, and wouldn’t risk her chances for a silly comfort as so.


When Harvir would offer to teach her Onyx would tilt her head to the side some, wondering if he would mock her inexperience when it came to such a game that made no sense to her, she would have to question everything to stand a chance of playing. And would most certainly be defeated in no time flat. She would take a seat across from his silently, watching him and looking to the board, wondering if perhaps it would be okay to let him teach her this one thing.
 
"Gyspy, shut up!" He snapped at her, anger in his eyes. "She's not some evil b*tch, okay?! Why do you let your jealousy cloud your common sense? You're reading into something that has nothing to be read into!" Astaroth took a deep breath to cool down. He didn't want to make another scene, and he was on the verge of doing just that. Just as Gyspy cursed and began to act a little panicked, Astaroth, too, felt a twinge of danger. "This is the section of town where most of the pairs reside... Just relax and stay calm." He whispered, leaning to her ear.
 
Terumi raised an eyebrow when it came Dante’s cold words. She huffed cutely when he called them a pawn. “I’m not a pawn! We just live on the run is all, there is nothing pawn like in trying to keep free.” She protested glancing away from him angry a bit. “Sides, maybe we could pretend to be a family or something. I mean I like calling you big brother. What’s wrong with trying to be normal at least a little? It’s better than your sick idea of fun when it comes to actually LOOKING for other pairs.”


When he spoke of a decent hotel she glanced up to him before laughing a touch. “You mean the type in which we actually get shampoo and clean towels? The type that come bug free and maybe with a free breakfast?” The thought of having a nice place to stay alone seemed to lift her spirits. “Sounds great! But then we will have to try to find away to earn some money.” She dug in her pockets pulling out what little she had to offer to him. For a nice rest he could have it all. “I can’t wait to take a nice warm shower again!” She giggled at the thought before taken his hand as if that would hurry him more.





When Astaroth yelled at her to be quiet, amazingly it worked. Gypsy gave him a surprised expression only to glance down and away. Why was he so passionate at defending a total stranger all the sudden? It was obvious that it was HE who wasn’t using his common sense. Grateful for his whisper to calm her although not happy of what was in his words that he knew of such a place. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” She whispered back harshly, wondering if she would have even came there if she knew it was a place for their kind. Then she would give him such a cute hurt look after awhile. He had LEFT her in a place like this? That could be this dangerous without telling her?


 
Satsu would actually listen to him, surprising herself somewhat even. But hell if the girl said she would do it, she would do it. Besides, the girl was smart enough to do what it took to become stronger. It still was irritating for her to listen to another, but at least he made it easy just giving her technical direction. That she could do as if she were telling her body herself.


A lunge later he would return to human form once more and would waste away his precious blood wrapping his wound in strips of fabrics. Biting her lip she said nothing, thinking of the sweetness of his blood and wanting to taste it once more. At his words she would arch an eyebrow. “Just try to keep up with me when I surpass you” she would respond to him almost in tease now, not liking how he was seeming to try to control her outside of increasing her skills, that much she had agreed to take on, but another telling her what to do or trying to take control of her in other ways, not so much. “I don’t got a place” her words were about cold and uncaring as her heart were.
 
"Umm, Thank you.." Säde said quietly, rather uncharacteristic for her. She peered curiously down at the new drink. What was she doing here? Yet another vagrant trapped in the cycle of Working to drink... She sighed deeply, swilling the the glass in one hand. They needed to get off the street, but there were getting nowhere with the occasional payout. Often Just enough to feed them for a week or so. She shook her head and rubbed her fiery orange eyes, Sagged with lack of sleep. She often stayed up all night to make sure Sayuri and taro slept safely, Which was often necessary since they mostly slept in dead-end alleyways and abandoned buildings. Mabye...Mabye She could fight professionally? Quadruple the pay-check, and almost none of the risk..


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"Vanilla of course," Sayuri said with a smirk, walking with Taro. She quite enjoyed her life with Taro and Sade...


"Sooooo, What's that book about taro?"
 
Alphonse was about to protest, saying that it would be dangerous to go out side at the moment as it was both getting dark and that he had sensed a pair but the girl bolted before he could even raise a finger, and to make things worse the young man could no longer sense the pair from a few seconds ago meaning only one thing in his already worried mind...they where most likely stalking October!.


Alphonse did`int even waist time with to-go-boxes as he ran out of the establishment slamming the payment for there meals on Won-Ton`s front desk on his way into the busy streets leaving onlookers with faces of bewilderment and disbelief watching him dodge cars like a crazed free runner junkie thanks to pure adrenaline, as he took the shortest possible to Octobers dumpster the young man almost cannon balled into a traffic cop making a sharp turn into the ally way with the dumpster, if Alphonse had taken a moment to rationalize the situation he would have noticed that he was NOT sensing anything but Octobers familiar almost warm presence at the dumpster`s location BUYT he was in so much of a panic at the time that there was nothing keeping him from yelling at the top of his lungs; "IF YOU SO MUCH AS TOUCH HER I SWEAR I WILL F***ING KILL YOU!!!!!"at who ever he thought was presently putting his partner in peril.


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Taro was still in the process of reading the book so he didin`t know that it ended well and the boy had a qualm against telling the 11 year old about books that lacked a "they all lived happily ever after ending" so on their way to DQ he gave her a long colorful story that equated to; "its about aliens visiting earth"


before he reached their destination and brought Sayuri inside ordering one vanilla ice cream and handing it to her
 
“Ha ha, very funny,” Kamaria answered sarcastically, then continued in her normal tone, “No, he’s not ‘after me’. Personally, I don’t even think he likes me very much. He’s just a troubled person. Aren’t we all?”


The barmaid trailed her partner round and round behind the counter as he moved with his typical refinement, grabbing some of this and then some of that. Her sharp eyes watched his every move, making sure he didn’t try to pull something on her.


“Something new?” she would repeat, her curiosity now piqued.


Sure, she’d tried alcohol once but the truth was, she hated the taste. Lemot had let her try a sip of one of his mixers, and she couldn’t help making almost a sour face in her reaction to it. They were great for the customers, just not for her. Of course, there was one of his drinks that wasn’t too bad, but she still refused to drink. So many people she had seen go down in a spiral of depression or addiction from the stuff. This caused her to worry about Lemot every now and then, but he seemed stable and usually didn’t drink himself into a drunken stupor. Only a very select few times had she seen him do that, which then she would have to attempt to calm him down, get him cleaned up, and get him to sleep at least a couple hours in the small apartment room upstairs above the bar itself.


Gently, Kamaria would take the glass he held out to her and study it for a moment. She made sure she had watched him closely, but still…sometimes he just had a knack being able to sneak stuff in with just how fast he created the drink so that she didn’t have time to catch it. The girl would then slowly lift the mug to her lips and take a sip. Immediately, though, her face brightened and she gave Lemot and smirk.


“Thank you, Master Bartender,” she would say, bowing even before going back to her new beverage.


Seeing Lemot’s motion out of the corner of her eye, she swiftly set down the drink and threw up her hand, catching his wrist in mid-air.


“Lemot…I know I’m more than likely younger than you but I’m not a little kid,” she would scold him, putting her other free hand on her hip and she gave him a reprimanding look.


She was serious, though there was a slight glint in her eye as she let go and allowed him to retract his hand. Kamaria’s back would suddenly stiffen at the sense of yet another pair in the bar. She kept telling herself it was no big deal. Lots of pairs moved through the area, passing in and out of the bar. It was a popular joint for them since most wielders and weapons were anxious people without a home or job. She couldn’t help being nervous, though, when there were at least three others of her and Lemot’s kind dwelling in their presence. Any of them could snap at any moment.
 
Dante would laugh. “Even if we walk freely the others are always drawn to us and us to them, hardly sounds free of it all to me, does it to you?” at her bringing up family again he would stop and turn to her. She wanted them to become a… family? Pretend or not the idea was preposterous, yet a part of him couldn’t help but desire such a bond once more, missing those of his own blood that he could hardly remember but a glimmer at times. “Only if you don’t go getting killed on me, I can try this silly game of yours” he would mumble, leading her on towards the hotel he had in mind.


Her excitement at the place was far from surprising but he couldn’t help but grin at her simple nature. It must be nice to be able to bask in the simple joys, a nice break from always living in the darkness. “Yes yes, the full VIP treatment” he would tease, only for her to bring up money once more. With a sigh he would respond “If you so insist I’m sure we can find a way to do something, but don’t worry about it for n-“ he would be shocked when she handed what money she had and would give a quick nod and pocket it. Sure it wasn’t much, but it would help, he wasn’t above letting her pay for such a treat if she was willing.


The motel had to have five floors of rooms and Dante would step into the lobby and quickly request the second floor. The easiest to plot for defense and escape in his mind. But alas killing off what other partners he had sensed the area was clean, at least for now. Perhaps they could have a nice night before ransacking the place some for survival means.
 
“Sounds perfectly free to me” Terumi answered with an honest smile. “You see no matter where we are we will have to worry about that because of what we are. And even normals have to worry about death; it can take even them at any moment without any warning. You don’t happen to think all the spirits I talk to are like us do you? We’re as free as we’ll ever get to be.”


When Dante suddenly stopped Terumi would actually get a worried look, wondering if she said something wrong just now. The silence as he thought had her bite her lip some wondering what his mind was on. Only for him to agree to the family thing, and a laugh to leave her lips, seeing as that was the last thing she ever thought Dante would say. “You’ll probably die way before me . . . I have the ghost to prove it, and it’s not a game. Calling it so makes it seem stupid and like I’m nothing more than a child. I’m almost your age you know, probably older.”


Terumi loved the room, the cleanest of it alone. The little brat would actually jump on the bed some after taken off her shoes only to dash towards the shower afterwards. “I get first dibs!” She called excited leaving him to the T.V. and whatever few pleasures the room had to offer. Always on the road and moving haven’t given them much warm water to bath with, let alone soft places to sleep. A roach motel was a pleasure at times; this was a treat in Terumi’s eyes.
 
Hearing Alphonse's shout made October squeak in panic. Of course, she didn't recognize the voice at first, and the shout came from someone running towards her. The only thing running through her mind was he must have been someone after her weapon form. The poor girl climbed in the dumpster as quickly as possible and grabbed a blanket, completely covering herself. She held her breath, which probably wasn't the best idea with her heart pumping and adrenaline coursing through her like some sort of sadistic racetrack.


Astaroth turned his gaze to Gypsy and sighed. "Like I said, we'll be safe as long as we're quiet... It's probably best to keep in crowded places with lots of witnesses. He chuckled to himself. Closing the lid of his laptop and placing it back inside the bag he always carried around with him, he stood. "It's probably best of we get going." He stated, slinging the bag over his shoulder.
 
Gypsy paused before finishing her drink. Giving in to Astaroth though even if she did prefer getting drunk, this place suddenly didn’t see as safe a place to do so in as it did when she first arrived. “Sure, on one condition.” She stood sitting down her empty glass, and stare at him strictly. “You best not go about forgetting my weapon type so easily next time.” That really did bug her for some reason. Sure they might not fight that often, but . . . her other form had other uses, lock picking, causing wall grips, and who knew what else when you put your mind to it. She would hold out her hand to him as if expecting him to shake on something big and important. “Deal?”
 
Of course that would get a sigh from Cal. No home, no way to get some simple things to help out. Judging from the shape of her no food. This was not going to be fun or easy. It was, in fact, the exact opposite of fun and easy to start with, this just exacerbated problems to the degree where he would be frustrated.


"You have no place. So, then, of mighty Swordbroad, where are we going to live? How exactly am I going to train you? At least I used to have a tree. I think I am beginning to miss it."


The acidic tone of his voice would probably be enough to get his point across. He would be muttering to his heart's cntent, a long litany of hatred and venom towards, apparently, the world at large. He would let her lead, his mumbled insults and plan and plots as he walked, occassionally stopping to pick up and fling a stone with a near uncanny accuracy to knock the verious forms of avian from their flights. Eventually he wuld stop his walking at a building, looking at the condemned notice and without talking to Satsu he would tear the paper and walk into it. He would look around at the building, nodding slighty to himself. A bit of a fixer upper. It would do until someone tried to remove it. Of course, then there would be trouble.


He would start by kicking some debris that had fallen in, examining the walls with his head tilted. He could easily make this place into a deathtrap for a quick escape.


Of course that would get a sigh from Cal. No home, no way to get some simple things to help out. Judging from the shape of her no food. This was not going to be fun or easy. It was, in fact, the exact opposite of fun and easy to start with, this just exacerbated problems to the degree where he would be frustrated.


"You have no place. So, then, of mighty Swordbroad, where are we going to live? How exactly am I going to train you? At least I used to have a tree. I think I am beginning to miss it."


The acidic tone of his voice would probably be enough to get his point across. He would be muttering to his heart's cntent, a long litany of hatred and venom towards, apparently, the world at large. He would let her lead, his mumbled insults and plan and plots as he walked, occassionally stopping to pick up and fling a stone with a near uncanny accuracy to knock the verious forms of avian from their flights. Eventually he wuld stop his walking at a building, looking at the condemned notice and without talking to Satsu he would tear the paper and walk into it. He would look around at the building, nodding slighty to himself. A bit of a fixer upper. It would do until someone tried to remove it. Of course, then there would be trouble.


He would start by kicking some debris that had fallen in, examining the walls with his head tilted. He could easily make this place into a deathtrap for a quick escape.


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"No, kiddo. I am not troubled in the slightest. One of the upsides of working with your hands. Keeps them busy. And lets your mind wander."





Of course she would catch his hand, and Lamot would look at her with his usual half smirk. Between not seeming to age, and the fact she hadn't grown up with him and his private nature, she wouldn't know how long he had been around, or how he seemed to attain his oasis of calm that left him the moment he stepped into the fighting pit with his fists up. He had experience, he had reflexes, he just seemed to consistently treat her like a younger sister, just hanging around him in ways, letting her share his toy. His perpetual presence made it hard for people to start fights more than once, but when he retracted his hand, it seemed a couple of newcomers were about to.





His eyes narrowed, his head snapped around to look at them, before moving around the bar in time to catch the first punch to the jaw. Of course he would catch the man's wrist and get him into an armlock, walking to the door with a wide grin on his face as blood trickled down his face, a fighter's glint in his eyes.





"Kama, keep an eye on the bar. Should only take me about five minutes."





He would take the man down to the cage room, nodding to the group that had their guns drawn as a doublecross went down, just staring at them for a few minutes and shaking his head before pushing the man into the cage and following him in. He would crack his knuckles, watching the guy wet himself and shiver, sighing faintly. One punch to the face, his nose being relocated across half of it with an accompanied smear of mucus and blood as the man went down. He would sigh, speaking to the room at large.





"Come on, a challenge would be nice."





He would walk out of the cage, across the cement floor that could be easily hosed down and back up the stairs into the bar, wiping the blood off his knuckles with the alcohol infused washrag and throwing it in a garbage bin before getting and wetting a new one which got thrown over his shoulder. Two minutes, tops. Another sigh as he poured himself two shots of a clear spirit, one used on the cut on his lip, the other being swallowed.
 
Alphonse turned the corner to late to hear Octobers squeal or get into the dumpster so he continued running to the other side of the alleyway scouring both directions on the side walk at least 3 times but his search yielded no results. defeated and distressed the young man returned to the dumpster hoping that his partner at least left him a note or something- anything that could help him locate her slowly opening the lid mad his heart lurch and sink strait to his stomach. folded into a cover was a small lump roughly the size of his partner "O-October?...." he said fearfully expecting the very worse.
 
Astaroth wasn't sure what exactly it was that made her so protective on the name of her weapon form. Throwing needles were a type of shuriken, were they not? He swore he had researched them online, especially tutorials on YouTube on how to use them. Either way, it didn't matter. They had finally gotten over the anger towards each other and that was that. Nodding, he took her hand in his and shook it up and down.


"Alphonse?" October sat up and removed the blanket from her. She took a deep breath to calm her racing heart. She then snapped her angry gaze towards him. "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" She stood and hoisted one leg over the side of the dumpster, but lost her balance and fell on the hard ground. "Oof!" Quickly standing and brushing off any dirt from her clothes, she scowled at him once more. "You made me panic and gave me a heart attack!!" She leaned against the dumpster and took another deep breath. "Don't shout like that!"
 
Alphonse did`nt care much that his partner was yelling at him- just that she was okay; "you almost gave me a heart attack!" he replied smiling as he walked closer to her not caring that his legs still felt like JELL-O from running all the way here ; "I was sensed another pair and i was worried that they got to you" the young man looked down at a wrist watch and noticed that his work shift would start soon; "you can beat me up and scold me later if you want but we have to head home soon O.K?"
 



Gypsy smiled a bit when she was sure he wouldn’t be mistaken her for someone in either way. Shaken his hand firmly, she would fiddle in her pockets to pay for all the drinks even the one gave her on the house. “How much you owe?” she asked willing to pay his share as well. “You really should let me have more fun at times though Tar. I let you sit around and do boring useless stuff a lot.” Well it was truly useless in her eyes at least.





She would head to the door given the bar one last look as she exited. It hadn’t been that bad a place at all, maybe one that could be used for safety and relaxing in. She wasn’t sure yet, but . . . maybe if Tar let her visit more she could find out. For now she would have to make sure they weren’t being followed when they exited. Given a firm glare of warning to the bar maid since she seemed to like to chase after her partner.


 
Nonsense, Taro was just an Idiot. She would of destroyed them left to own devices, no one could beat her. She took a deep drink of the stout before her and shook her head. They'll get off the streets in no time. Just then a small fight broke out, out, only to be stopped almost instantly by the large bartender from before.


"Come on, a challenge would be nice."


She looked the man up and down, occasionally taking a sip of her drink. Her instinct was to challenge the man who made such a haughty remark, but she was not sure she should take this man. She shook her head once more. He was large, but not so much to be cumbersome, and tall, but not thin so to be off balance.. ah what the f*ck, It's worth a shot. Maybe she should wait for Taro to return first just in case.. No need, this will be over quickly. She rose from her seat and gulped down the rest of the liquor, wiping off her mouth with her wrist, and moved over the the bar. "So how 'bout it then? I bet I can kick your ass."


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Sayuri grabbed the ice cream and walked beside Taro. "So They all die then?" She said. Her voice more curious then mournful.
 
Satsu would narrow her eyes at him. Why should she bear responsibility for the old man? If he wanted to gripe and complain about a lacking of lodging couldn't he find his own place or crawl up back into his tree? She would grin picturing such a thing. Surely she wouldn't do it... not when he could be so useful to her... but alas the thought alone was enough for her.


They made way towards the inwards of town and Satsu would observe the Weapon, as he would grievance what seemed to be the world in it's entirety. Even to one such at Satsu she couldn't help but to think the man was bitter. Not that she cared, they all had different personalities and reasons for them, but Satsu only cared for what was on the physical inside, and what she could use otherwise. Though his vendetta against the birds was at least somewhat entertaining. Following, Satsu would note his actions regarding the warnings on the door as he stepped inside and she would follow, wondering why a condemned house was better than the outdoors.
 
Cal moved and nodded his head a few times as he surveyed his new realm, a cockroach dying underboot, nodding his head. This would be a perfect place to train. Now they just needed a few things to make it look like home, of course.


"Did you get money, a wallet from the person you're wearing? Credit cards?"


He frowned a little, as he thought. His wielder didn't seem the type to think about any material needs, perhaps. Living outdoor like some wild creature, speed and ambushes. It was not necessarily a bad thing, he had camped outside a lot with Arthur, and here would be no different. This place, however, he would happily use as a base, someplace to run to, to drop on people like police who try to interfere.


And in the meantime, he would move, kicking at certain walls, leaving obvious holes in them.


"Satsu, we need to get you some weights, and a sledgehammer, I think. It might work best. Two birds with one stone, as it were. Demolish this house more or less, and it should help you be able to swing me with less problems at least, as well as give us someplace we can use as a bolt hole."


He would look at her, his head tilting a little.


"Is that suitable, Mistress? Or do you have a better idea of how to bulk yourself up, plan for the future, and have a site that when filled with your victims we can destroy to make it harder for authorities to prove we are not still alive in the aftermath."


He would keep any show of emotion off his features as he studied her, waiting for her to agree or disagree. It was a sound, logical plan, it would make things both easier and harder. He was not saying that he knew it was one of the better options for people in their specific situation.
 
"But Lemot-!" Kamaria began, however it was too late. Her partner had already wrestled the unruly customer downstairs more than likely into the steel cage below. Sighing in frustration, the barmaid would scurry around the place, tending to the rest of the residents but all the while her mind wandered to what was happening below. She remembered as clear as day the first time she'd snuck downstairs while Lemot's back was turned just out of curiosity. He had already told her what went on down there, of course, but just seeing the scene for herself was appalling.


The cement floor stained crimson in several places from the blood lost. The cage itself, eerily just standing there, seeming to beckon all who saw it only to lock them up inside, never letting them go until at least one had been knocked to the floor. That moment, she had had a flashback. One from her past, a normally black void she couldn't grasp. There had been a cage, similar to this one, except all the more threatening. She faintly remembered seeing another wielder, though his face was too out of focus to make out. The vision itself had only lasted mere moments, and even now it was still hard to recall it exactly. All she knew for sure was that she had felt so cold and alone.


Just remembering the vision, Kamaria wanted to flee to Lemot, fear stricken that something had happened to him in the cage, but she kept those feelings back and remained calm, though anxiously glancing to the door leading downstairs. When her partner finally reemerged, she sighed in relief and headed over to him.


"Why do you feel the urge to fight so much? To smack others to the ground and in turn receive damage yourself?" she asked, exasperatedly.


Softly reaching up with a clean rag wet with warm water, she would help him wipe away the blood from his busted lip if he allowed her to, an angry yet worried expression upon her face.


"I know you win every time, but you still succeed to scaring me half to death," she continued to scold him.


Hearing another speak up, Kamaria's head turned quickly to locate the sound of the voice. Immediately, her face grew even more anxious.


"Don't you dare start another brawl, I don't trust her. She's a wielder... It could be a trap. Her weapon could dash in at any moment, catch you off guard," she told Lemot seriously.
 
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