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Sakagami Kenzo

Kenzo gripped at the table, as if suddenly frozen. He trembled for a moment before looking at the girl with a very serious expression. It was as if his candid atmosphere had suddenly vanished in an instant to give place to a beastly oppressive aura.

"Do you know him?" He growled, an animalistic quality resonating deep within his voice. While he looked and sounded certainly calm and stern at the moment, even he could not conceal hints of rage and pearls of folly within his heartbeat. "How do you know him?"

He had been lenient thus far, but he had not forgotten. Now that he knew that yokai was somehow connected to that fiend, he could not let her go. He'd make her talk, whether it was willing or not.
ALPHA THE BLOODEDGE

Suddenly, the atmosphere changed, and got bloodthirsty. Another being might have felt a shiver down their spine, or a weakness in the knees... even a slight bit more caution than before.

But Alpha the bloodedge was completely unperturbed, because she was all too familiar with that feeling.

"How I know him? I'd kick the shit out of him if I met him is how I know him. Calm your ass down," she said, calmly taking another sip. "I'm no friend of his."

As she said that, the bartender slid over a glass of whiskey, and Alpha pushed it towards her new friend.

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Rikuyo

"Not even to me? Tch, actin' all high and mighty..." She muttered under her breath. Once the puppet disappeared from her sight Rikuyo turned her attention to the white haired guy who saved her even if she wasn't too happy about it. Her not being able to fend off that doll was simply a sign of weakness. "Oh, hey, ya really didn't have to bail me out, but it couldn't be helped I guess. I need to get back into shape..." She grumbled about her state. "I'm Rikuyo, by the way. What's yer name, dude?"
RAGNA THE BLOODEDGE

Just like that, she'd left. Situation resolved, with no fighting. Somehow, it left him unsatisfied.

He heard grumbling at the side, and looked at the redhead. She growled a bit at Erica and herself, and then made an introduction.

"I'm Ragna the Bloodedge. Feel free to forget it if you want." he turned away and started walking out, only to sigh and turn back one last time. "Make sure you get yourself looked at. Don't want to see your body in some alleyway later."

With that, he headed out the door.

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Sakagami Kenzo

Kenzo folded his arms and pouted, as if she had just done something mildly offensive like sneezing at him or not holding the door.

"Isn't that the point of getting in a place like this though? Jeez, between that masked doll freak, that tree killer and this... nothing here makes any sense!" He complained, but he seemed more annoyed than upset. He looked down for a second before letting out a tired sigh.

He was right, nothing made sense. Not even himself.

"I need a drink. Could you at least be a friend and pour me something?"
Alpha The Bloodedge

Alpha looked away from her drink again, looking at the new man with a renewed express of confusion. Was he expecting her to buy him a drink?

"I hardly even know you and I'm not even sure that I want to, I'm not going to..." she grumbled at him, until something he said sunk in. "Wait, actually, hold on. Mask doll freak. Was he wearing a full purple outfit? Called the doll his wife?"

Alpha caught herself, and begrudgingly signaled the barman to bring her another drink. For him, of course.

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Sakagami Kenzo

The oni laughed shortly and shook his head before rubbing the back of his neck.

"Hahaha. Well, if this moment counts, then sure! I'm a foreigner, so I am not too familiar with the customs here. Can I pour you a drink?" He replied with a huge friendly grin on his face.
Alpha The Bloodedge

What a cheesy man. She wasn't sure if he was trying to work his way into her pants or if he was just genuinely overly friendly.

Either way, she wasn't interested.

"No, you may not. I'm not planning on getting drunk right now," she said while turning back to face her drink. In any case, if he was a foreigner, he wouldn't know the city as well as she'd need someone to.

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"Good afternoon, is anyone here?"

No response. It seems that there could be no inhabitants or guests whatsover. He would have assumed that they were away and the inn was locked. If not for the doors not being locked. Suspicious! What if some nefarious villain spirited away people in the inn?! He needed to check.

"Hello, is anybody here?" He kept calling out as he walked into the inn. Hopefully his worst suspicions wouldn't confirm.
Akatsuki

Eventually Akatsuki woke up from her nap and dragged herself to the baths. The motions were so sluggish, done with such a tired look in her eyes, it was obvious if anyone was watching that she wasn't thinking of anything.

It wasn't until she removed her rigging and tattered clothes that a thought occurred to her: As she grabbed a towel, she also grabbed Kenzo's blade. Shirogane, she reminded herself. When she dropped itself into the bath, she put the towel aside, and the sheathed blade above it.

Nobody could steal her rigging, but the blade was different. To keep track of it she needed it on her person.

"Kenzo..." she muttered to herself as she rested her head on some stone.

Hours later, repairs were complete. Sadly she didn't have an extra set of clothes, but her current set wasn't too ripped to wear. She got out of the bath and started getting dressed when she hear a person calling out. At first she thought it was the resort's owner, but caught herself when the voice was different.

A tresspasser, then? or, this place did look like an inn. A customer?

Akatsuki ran out of the changing room, wearing tattered clothes and holding the sword by the sheath in one hand, until she saw an unfamiliar figure.

"Ah! Um, hello!" She called out to him across the hall, then froze. She had no idea what to say next.

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Sakagami Kenzo

The oni nodded in approval. One had many places to go, so he couldn't blame his imouto for that. He did not doubt her once, instead he smiled brightly and waved goodbye. "See yah!" He grinned, at least he seemed to be in a better mood.

He rested on the bench for a bit before walking off as well. He too had places to go, and things to do. However, he didn't seem as troubled by it anymore, as if his short meeting with Oka had somehow straightened his resolve.

Byt aside that, he was parched! He walked around town, looking for a place to have a nice cup jug of sake. Suddenly, a familiar scent tickles his nostrils. He sniffed the air around and his face lit up. Drink! Perfect, the one thing he needed. To be fair, his day had been rather difficult, he needed the drink and deserved it.

He walked uo to the bar's door and pushed it, but it would not open. He kept pushing harder and harder, but it would not budge one moment. A sign was written at the door, the word PULL. Sadly, it was written in english, which Kenzo had no way of understanding. Luckily, the door was automatic, so it eventually got tired of being slammed and decided to open by itself.

Woooah, a magic door! Humans are so cool...

Well, he couldn't just stand there. Kenzo walked in and looked around for a place to sit when something, someone caught his attention. A lone girl with light clothing was sitting alone, but her most striking feature was her snow white hair. It was as pure and beautiful as that thing humans called Vanilla Icecreem.

Weird. he never saw a yokai with such white hair. It was quite odd, to be honest. Still, he didn't let it intimidate him. Instead, he puffed his chest and walked up to the girl before sitting next to her.

"Salutations!" He cried out cheerfully.
ALPHA THE BOREDEDGE

Alpha had left Noel to the ambulance people and walked off, kitten in her pocket. She eventually walked around until she found an area to take a break in: A bar. She sat down and ordered a glass of whiskey, contemplating what she should do next.

Nu was a problem. She needed to find people that could give her information, to help her find the creepy girl. But Noel seemed to have too much on her plate already, and Mordred would be out of her league against that crazy bitch.

So the problem was finding someone who could give her personal information.

She sighed again, and took a sip. She occasionally, very gently, patted her pocket to see if the kitten had woken up.

Drinking like this reminded her of her perpetually drunk, womanizing boyfriend. Of course, she'd been beating out that second habit, and it was a pain, but even now, she somewhat missed him. He was always on top of situations like this, a schemer despite his ridiculously forward attitude. He'd have known where to go, or at least thought so before stumbling on the truly correct location along the way.

"What a slouch," she mumbled to herself, thinking of his face.

As she did so, a happy-looking guy sat next to her and said hello.

Of course, if she had to pick, he'd say easygoing, slovenly guys were her type, but... this guy looked and felt more like Bang, raw scruffy, than Kagura.

"Uh," She started, unimpressed. "Have we met?"

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Erica

The blue haired girl's head tilted ever so slightly. It was almost as if she was confused or at least giving the appearance of being so. "I do not kill anyone that angers me. This was a special case. An unprecedented level of anger was brought forth so I acted upon it. It is also unnecessary for me to 'cool off'. I had already decided to simply let her go if there was outside interference."

Erica returned to her floating state as she stared back at the man and analyzed his every movement. "You are not my babysitter but perhaps you could instruct me? The previous ones I was speaking to have vanished and I am again lacking proper instruction. You also seem to have an inclination towards stopping violent issues so it would work to both of our advantages."

Rikuyo

"Don't you tell me what I should do, I'll be fine." Rikuyo shifted her glare to the white haired man. Her animosity wasn't malicious, but she was more like annoyed that he told her to take it easier. Why she would, even as a shell of her former self her body was more healthy then most of humans. "Oh, old habits already kickin' in? If ya wanna to humor her, yer choice, but don't feel asleep in the middle." She quipped, her back close to the wall and her somehow standing upright. Right now, she was quite cranky and not upbeat like usual. Not because she got beaten up, but simply because she really, really disliked that doll talking shit about her. She even ignored Rikuyo talking back to her after she called her soul inhuman. Don't ya fucking ignore me like that. I will send where garbage ends up once I'm in shape
RAGNA THE BLOODEDGE

Asingular thought crossed Ragna mind as the girl spoke.

What the hell?

He clicked his tongue.

"Maybe you don't need a babysitter. Try an asylum instead," he said disdainfully, before catching himself. Still alert and keeping his eyes on her, he sighed audibly. "Look, I don't give a crap what you do, but don't cause trouble in front of me. Now, scram before I change my mind and I decide to scrap you instead."

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Erica

"I had a reason. She made a statement that made me so angry that I still want to crush her into paste. And I mean that her soul carries attributes that do not belong to a human." The construct had finally asserted control back over her other Claw again and stared back at the man. The Mantle flexed its digits before closing into Fists and while she did not want to kill him she would defend herself from the redhead. Even if that did mean hurting Noel's friend. And if things did turn to the worst she could always escape.

Rikuyo

"My soul? What about it? I'm still a human. Better look into the mirror first before you call me weird. I live my life to the fullest, and heed my heart." Rikuyo managed to stand up, ignoring her broken ribs out of sheer stubborness. While she initially felt some satisfaction from riling up her, that got eclipse in how she was annoyed in turn by a thing like her daring to judge her. That puppet was 1000 years too early to judge her like that.

 She would have just dismissed another human or monster as misguised if they called her inhuman. But that someone so machinelike felt like she had right to decide what was humanlike or not really annoyed her. If she was much stronger right now, she would probably lash out and stomp her to the ground for such presumptions. But seems that the dude seemed to be angry too. Fine, he looked like guy who could handle that damn bluehead.
RAGNA THE DADEDGE

Ragna sighed. What was he, in charge of a kindergarten?

"You," He started, looking back at the redhead. "Sit back down before you puncture a lung or something."

Then he faced Erica again, but this time, he was smirking.

"And you, grow a damn brain. You can't just kill people when they piss you off. There's a million reasons why, you big idiot, but let me start with just one: Not everyone is going to lose against you." Ragna took note of her closing fists and kept a hand on the blood scythe. "So how about you piss off and meditate on the meaning of patience or something, maybe grow up a bit. The way you're acting right now is like a child throwing a tantrum, and I'm not your damn babysitter."

Ragna took the blood scythe off of his back and planted it in the wood floor ahead of him. He kept his right hand on it, and the dark glow emanating from it intensified.

"Though, I'd still make you say nighty night if I have to," he said with a unpleasant smile.

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Erica

The girl was just about to be crushed completely when Erica spotted a distinctive head of red hair that she had seen before. With him here the construct was certain that this was her sign to keep the girl around like a thorn in her side. Something to remind her of such anger so that it could be triggered again.

She was about to say something to Noel's friend when he aimed a kick at her head and yelled at her. Her eyes widened and she blurred into a series of black afterimages as she dashed to the side. She tossed the redhead in the claw to the side like a piece of garbage before speaking. "I was crushing that abnormal one. Does it require greater explanation?"
RAGNA THE BLOODEDGE, MILLIONAIRE PHILANTHROPIST

The stone faced girl avoided his kick, throwing aside the red-haired girl as she did. With a second of looking closer, he noticed she was still moving slightly, so she was alive. Ragna was about to sigh in relief, until Erica, if he recalled correctly, spoke up.

"Does it...? You idiot, of course it does! You can't just run around killing people for no reason!" He barked, until he processed her comment even further. "And what the hell do you mean by abnormal?"

As he said the last part, his right arm made a fist, and a dark power radiated around it as the azure reacted to his anger.

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Erica

Ever so slowly the Claw clutching the girl began to increase in crushing force. It was a credit to the girl's mini speech that Erica had not simply crushed her into paste outright. There was certainly some element of truth to what the redhead had said. While it was impossible for her to ever revert she was certain of the fact that this abnormal being had managed to get a rise out of her.

It was a troubling conundrum. While using this person to draw out certain negative emotions was certainly logical was it not natural to act upon these urges? While she was so very glad she was sure some form of satisfaction would arise as she slowly squashed the girl and crushed her soul into raw aura.

There is no wrong answer. Sometimes she needed to remind herself of that. However, it would do no good to argue the merits of this forever. She would give herself a time limit. If the hand killed the girl before she resolved her dilemma then she would be satisfied with that. If she came to a different conclusion in the time remaining she would let the girl go. Although, she would have to consider it further if some outside force intervened. Perhaps if that occurred she would let the girl go and allow her to be a thorn in her sign. A burdensome thing that could always aid her with that surge of negative emotion as well.

Rikuyo

The girl with oversized claw thingies proceeded to squeeze the redhead further and further. Her body gave in the longer the blue haired girl crushed, but her soul instinctually realized what would happen if the body died out of its sheer survival instinct. If the soul's host died, the soul would just get broken into components. Thus the soul of the redhead flared up, pushed to the brink. Whatever resistance it could offer was meager in comparison to how the redhead would struggle if she was in top shape, but with its existence at stake, it tried to tap whatever vestigal connection it had to Astral Realms. A bit of chi flowed into redhead's body, reinforcing it for a split second against the crushing pressure. Every living creature in face of a demise wanted to struggle, so even buying a mere second wasn't something futile. Conflict and struggle was essential to the life itself. Rikuyo had no delusions about someone altruistically risking their own lives for her, but she still tried to defy the odds.
RAGNA THE BLOODEDGE, WANTED CRIMINAL

Ragna was running.

Away from Noel, away  from that damned copycat-looking bitch, away from the one laser girl, but most importantly, he was running from something he thought he'd left behind a long time ago.

He ran so hard, so long, the cloud in his mind, the thoughts of that nightmare dissipated and was replaced solely with anger. Anger at what he'd seen, and what only he could have been doing. Anger at that idiot, and her friends, treating him like if he was something to be ridiculed. Anger at this town, that pulled him in without his input. He was angry at That person, who was always with him on the other side. But mostly, he was angry at himself, for a thousand reasons and for none at all.

He ran while biting back on so much emotion, he lost track of time. He lost track of where he was, what he should be doing.

What stopped him was a shout, a screech of fear. He turned to see people running out of a cafe, where a familiar face was crushing a person within massive claws.

"That idiot's stupid friends!" He grumbled, rushing into the somewhat small stream of people leaving the building. he barely even needed to push before getting inside. Maybe due to his leftover anger, he didn't even hesitate when he ran towards the robed girl and aimed a kick at her head, yelling as he did. "What the hell do you think you're doing!"

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Kenzo

Kenzo's eyes widened and he leaned over as Akatsuki's weight increased to absurd levels. Leaning forward as his balance was compromise, he dropped Akatsuki, who smashed over the stairs and cracked them all over. Kenzo stood back up and looked down at the girl, glaring at her unlike he ever did before.

"You won't heal if I don't get you back up. Do you want to die?" He said coldly.
Akatsuki

Akatsuki didn't look up, only kept her eyes closed.

"Damage like this isn't enough to kill me. I'll get up after a nap and take a bath by myself. I'm capable of that much," she stated calmly, confidently. "You... have many others things that you must do, before you lose yourself again. Don't waste your time."

Akatsuki was in an awkward tilted position, due to her rigging's position when she fell. She crossed her arms, giving her the posture of a stubbornly seated individual.

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Sakagami Kenzo

Kenzo didn't speak. Her voice hurt more than a thousand cuts, but he couldn't stop. Even if it was like piercing his heart with a blade of ice, he would not stop. He knew it was selfish, but if he stopped for even a second, he felt like he would die.

Kenzo simply ignored her plea and kept going.
Akatsuki

He wasn't listening.

Well, she would have to ask the fairies a favor, then.

She forced her eyes shut and contacted the fairies, the crew in charge of her systems and abilities. She made her demand known, and in an instant, her weight increased many times over.

She didn't say anything, just let the weight speak for her.

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Sakagami Kenzo

A red demon stood tall over the shattered body of a wounded child. It was over, they had fought spectacularly. In the end, he had won a hard earned battle...

No. It was wrong, all of it. It's as if he hadn't bared his fangs at all. Kenzo looked down on Akatsuki with a sad, calm look and sheathed his sword. These wounds, this blood, it was his fault. It was his fault if he was a good for nothing who could only destroy. It was his fault. It was his fault. It was his fault.

It hurt so much when it was his fault.

"It seems your sword of love couldn't reach me." He said solemnly, not sure if he was talking to Akatsuki. Then, the demon quietly knelt and picked up her body. She was heavier than she looked, but compared to the weight in his heart and the sins on his back, this was nothing.

He carried her like one would carry a bride and left the underground, following the path of stairs back to the springs.
Akatsuki

She had started to fade when she felt a warmth around her, like a comfortable blanket. Except, she wasn't supposed to be in such a comfortable position.

She opened her eyes ever so slightly, and understood she was being carried up some stairs.

She sighed.

"Let me down, Kenzo," she said in a tone of voice so calm, it surprised herself.

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Sakagami Kenzo

Kenzo smiled. Interesting, interesting. It seemed she could fire magic from her shoulders as well, just as he has assumed. A deadly bolt of steel and fire came at him. Bracing himself, he swung his blade at the projectile, splitting it in half cleanly and avoiding it's devastating path. That red demon seemed happier than he ever was before.

He slowly stepped forward, pointing his crimson blade to the ground. Once, twice, and-

There was no third step. In an instant, Sakagami Kenzo had completely closed in the distance. Her heart was in Benizakura's reach, and like a crimson thunder it flashed down to take her life.
Akatsuki

Kenzo is fast.

Such a thing was established to Akatsuki in their last match, and she could do nothing but acknowledge it. But, he still had to follow the laws of physics, for the most part, so he wouldn't be able to make impossible movements.

So when Kenzo took steps forward, Akatsuki reacted by shifting her stance in a way that would put her bulkhead shield between herself and him.

The motion was barely even completed before Kenzo closed the distance, the shield barely pushing the sword to the side. using the weight of the shield and the sword strike, Akatsuki did a full circle on herself and swung the sword at Kenzo, her complete amateur status with a sword visible in her style.

Just swinging the sword, she knew...



This was a fight she didn't win.

She was lying on her side, covered in cuts and bruises. Her clothes followed suit to the cuts in her skin, and the white of her uniform was covered in dirt and blood.

She was exhausted, hurting, and felt like crying and yet her hands still gripped the sword Kenzo gave her. Therefore, she didn't cry, because she never let go of why she was fighting.

Of course, nothing was fatal, but she was out for the count nonetheless. She could see kenzo if she shifted her head ever so slightly, but she avoided it. For a million and no reasons, she didn't want to look him in the face. She didn't have that right, after failing the way she did.

Instead she let out a sigh and closed her eyes. She was exhausted, and needed a nap.

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Sakagami Kenzo

Kenzo widened his eyes in surprise to the child's resolve, but then he smiled softly. She almost reminded him of her, with those fierce eyes of hers. He looked up absently for a second before directing his gaze to meet her own.

Which one would come on top? A human's sword that was meant to protect or a demon's sword meant to sever, the Oni couldn't help but feel thrilled.

"I wasn't planning on that, dear." He replied gently, and suddenly the air around them changed.

Kenzo's now grayish brown skin turned into a vibrant red while his muscles hardened and compacted into a bulbous pillar of strength. His features seemed to contort and shift into those of an animal, but his form seemed as human as it had always been.

Nails turned into claws, mouth into a monstruous maw filled with sharp canines like daggers while black horns slowly erupted from his forehead. His hair grew exponentially and turned into a scalding white hue, as if they had turned into a scorching blaze, a demon's infernal mane floating freely. Unchained and unbound.

He grabbed hold of his shirt and opened it, letting it lie down like a mantle to reveal a massive chest filed with scars. A crimson aura seemed to emanate from the red oni and his cursed sword. He took a simple swordfighting stance and stood his ground.

"This time I won't hold back. If you have any hidden tricks up your sleeve, any concealed abilities or secret techniques, I suggest you use them. I will let you draw the first strike."
Akatsuki

Akatsuki held the sword up in her makeshift kendo stance, but remained still. She was holding her stance and yet, knew nothing about how to wield a blade.

The only way she could really use it was as a way to gain a bit more reach on elementary strikes like slashes and jabs.

It felt unfair, very unfair, but... The least she could do way use the sword rather than her lightning fists. That was the only distinction she could allow herself to make to honor his wish that she use the blade on him.

"Sorry Kenzo, I really have no idea how to properly wield a blade," she said as a warning, for his sake.

While she was limiting herself in melee, well, for everything else there're cannons.

In an instant, altered her stance to better handle recoil, and the cannon on her shoulder fired at Kenzo.

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