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Post by Shimakage Seitaro on Dec 17, 2017 19:49:56 GMT -5
Of all the places Shimakage figured he'd end up, the woods was the last. There was a reason birds flew south for the winter; the cold was absolutely freezing, and he found his trembling fingers reaching up to pull his scarf more tightly around his neck. In a way, he was tempting fate. The woods was arguably the most dangerous area to head to alone, considering how easy it would be to sneak up on him. It was secluded, it wasn't the most well-lit location in the world, and, well, it was on a hill. One wrong step, and his wings would be clipped. (Not, of course, that they hadn't been already, but the lodge was all the freedom he needed.) He knows, intellectually, that his guard should be up more than it already is. If someone like Karina - small and innocent-seeming - could kill a butler with a sneaky streak, then anyone could prove to be a threat, but on some level, Shimakage doesn't care. He hadn't been lying when he'd told the class that this situation - a life or death game - was preferable to his previous living situation, and if his purpose was to die for the entertainment of some rich jerks, then the least he could do was go out with a bang. It still beat wasting away all alone. A crunch of snow behind him draws his attention, and Shimakage pauses on the stairs to turn, only to be confronted with the face of their resident comedian. They had come under fire during trial - both of them had, really - so he supposes the two of them have a bit in common already. Nevertheless, Shimakage's face draws into a grin, and he makes a comment that could be interpreted as a threat, if Osatsu wants to take it in that direction.  |
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Post by Osatsu Kei on Dec 19, 2017 3:44:41 GMT -5
🐧--- While many would find the cold to be annoying, Osatsu loved it. The sheer serenity of it seemed to suck all the anxieties and self-doubts that lingered on inside of them, luring them to abandon the thoughts that weighed them down, and escape in a winter solace. Like a penguin to ice, when Osatsu heard that they were allowed to go outside, they went for it. The feeling of the cold air stinging their skin was everything that they'd ever want to feel again, as they allowed themself to wander the newly opened premises with little to no restriction. By the time they had came back to their senses, they found themself wandering the woods that stretched farther than they could ever imagine, a blanket of white covering the entire setting except for-- oh-- that was a person, wasn't it? At the sight of Shimakage, they stopped in place as they breathed out a quiet 'oh', blinking their eyes at him for a few moment. It was almost as if they were slowly unraveling themself from whatever daze that they were in before. A cloud of hot breath escapes them, and their regular expression comes back swinging right after, with their signature cryptic smile and everything.  They slowly tilt their head to one side. A small 'heh' escapes them as they look off to the side. --- 🐧 |
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Post by Shimakage Seitaro on Dec 19, 2017 11:50:39 GMT -5
He supposes, if he were to really stew on Osatsu for a while, that he might find their entire aura unsettling. From the smile that plays upon their lips, to the carefree, almost eerie jokes, Osatsu is an enigma. Perhaps that was what made them such a refreshing presence; in contrast to the likes of Marugou and Ishida, they seemed to prioritize fun over professionalism. In that sense, they were birds of a feather.  He laughs quietly to himself, pulling a section of waist-length hair over his shoulder and running his fingers through it.  Again, he laughs, but it isn't obvious by his tone whether he's kidding or not. In truth, he doesn't really know himself. It isn't that he has a death wish, it's just that he, unlike the rest of their peers, has resigned himself to their situation. In his mind, living out the remainder of his years in such a warm, inviting lodge doesn't seem like such a raw deal. To desire a change in scenery so badly that you'd be willing to kill for it, well, it just seems...peculiar. Slowly, he steps to one side of the path, allowing room for another person to walk beside him. |
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Post by Osatsu Kei on Dec 19, 2017 21:44:49 GMT -5
🐧 --- At Shimakage’s response, Osatsu couldn’t help but to chuckle to themselves a bit, as they used the back of their hand to partially cover their mouth in a carefree manner. Admitting that one was opportunistic to someone they had only known from a distance was… well, a strange concept. It was as if, to Osatsu, Shimakage was painting a bright red target right on his back by things that could potentially be interpreted as bad. Though, in a sense, they did that too.  They leave it off as that, while moving their hand away from their mouth to tuck some of their hair behind an ear. The comedian laughs after this, giving little to no indicator for Shimakage to tell if they were joking or not. With everything about them—it would be safe to assume that they’re joking most of the time. After all, they all witnessed their very first execution a little while ago. Wouldn’t that teach people not to… well, go ahead and kill another person? (Hopefully.)  They say, as they proceeded to make their way over to the space next to him. --- 🐧 |
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Post by Shimakage Seitaro on Dec 20, 2017 18:17:57 GMT -5
 Shimakage breathes a laugh, a faint puff of fog forming around his lips as hot air meets the bitter cold. He supposes his attitude is strange. He should be on edge, especially now that the first blood had been shed, but really, that would require holing himself up in his room and waiting for the storm to pass. He is, after all, arguably the most questionable person here, and with Madoka revealing to the entire world that he's a criminal, there's no doubt in Shimakage's mind that if anyone were to kill again, he would be the target. Therefore, it was foolish to worry about pleasantries. And then he chuckles, surveying Osatsu as they fall in line beside him. |
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