[There are a lot of strange things about being in another world. For one, Moby hadn't even known other worlds existed, let alone could be traveled to. For another, this world is nothing like the one he's familiar with, and while some part of him might be mildly homesick, there's another part of him that is so, so grateful for the higher technology. It's been so long since he's seen an actual cellphone or a laptop. Sure, it isn't quite what he was used to way back when, but this is definitely a step in the right direction compared to how backwards the world he's familiar with is.
(And that's a whole other topic of discussion he'd rather not think about or get into, so as usual, Moby decides to ignore it. ☆)
He's already got his first job - an assassination assignment to kill some boy named Percy. He's tracked his target down and has the perfect shot right now... in fact, this whole thing has seemed a little too easy. But who is Moby to deny easy money? That gives him more time to fuck around doing whatever he wants instead of having to work. The last thing he wants to do is take up a job in retail, ugh.
He's cornered Percy in an alleyway, and it really isn't hard to get the jump on him. Moby's a trained assassin with years of work in the field, so one of his knives is easily pressed to the kid's throat from behind as he asks in a casual, conversational tone:]
Any final words for me~?
[Just a regular, routine job despite the change in scenery.]
( the problem, logistically speaking, with towns large enough to think nothing of travelers (much less travelers with swords) is that hardship and violence, the kind that results in the dead and missing, is more rampant than in villages. pinpointing a pattern— young men of giyuu's age, missing in the middle of the night, no matter how promising the life ahead of them —requires a certain amount of care and time that ultimately results in more victims.
humans have never had the same advantages as oni.
here, a local wisteria house had provided insight in hopes of staving the flow, but at least a dozen men will never return to their families: their lives, brutally taken to feed and amuse a creature more animal than human in all but appearance. under normal circumstances, giyuu would tend the matter alone, but his orders had understandably relayed a joint mission; the oni plaguing this town has displayed a certain cunning, and oni only grow in strength for every human they eat.
following the flight of his messenger crow, giyuu arrives at a gate crested with wisteria in the early afternoon. the family that owns the home, and others like it, offers a sort a safehouse for slayers to rest and recover, free of charge. giyuu bows to the woman that greets him and follows her inside where another slayer is waiting. the sound of his footsteps is nonexistent in tabi socks.
giyuu's expression is impassive as a matter of greeting (or anything else). in a fluid motion, he removes his sword from his belt and sits at the offered table: his sword, beside the cushion he, now, occupies. the hostess bows, excusing herself to retrieve more tea and lunch. giyuu's gaze slides from the shoji door, shut closed, to the slayer before him. )
Have you begun an investigation?
( he'd like to see known attack sites himself, but if he is joining an investigation late, revisiting is a waste of their time, especially the closer night approaches. )
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(And that's a whole other topic of discussion he'd rather not think about or get into, so as usual, Moby decides to ignore it. ☆)
He's already got his first job - an assassination assignment to kill some boy named Percy. He's tracked his target down and has the perfect shot right now... in fact, this whole thing has seemed a little too easy. But who is Moby to deny easy money? That gives him more time to fuck around doing whatever he wants instead of having to work. The last thing he wants to do is take up a job in retail, ugh.
He's cornered Percy in an alleyway, and it really isn't hard to get the jump on him. Moby's a trained assassin with years of work in the field, so one of his knives is easily pressed to the kid's throat from behind as he asks in a casual, conversational tone:]
Any final words for me~?
[Just a regular, routine job despite the change in scenery.]
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humans have never had the same advantages as oni.
here, a local wisteria house had provided insight in hopes of staving the flow, but at least a dozen men will never return to their families: their lives, brutally taken to feed and amuse a creature more animal than human in all but appearance. under normal circumstances, giyuu would tend the matter alone, but his orders had understandably relayed a joint mission; the oni plaguing this town has displayed a certain cunning, and oni only grow in strength for every human they eat.
following the flight of his messenger crow, giyuu arrives at a gate crested with wisteria in the early afternoon. the family that owns the home, and others like it, offers a sort a safehouse for slayers to rest and recover, free of charge. giyuu bows to the woman that greets him and follows her inside where another slayer is waiting. the sound of his footsteps is nonexistent in tabi socks.
giyuu's expression is impassive as a matter of greeting (or anything else). in a fluid motion, he removes his sword from his belt and sits at the offered table: his sword, beside the cushion he, now, occupies. the hostess bows, excusing herself to retrieve more tea and lunch. giyuu's gaze slides from the shoji door, shut closed, to the slayer before him. )
Have you begun an investigation?
( he'd like to see known attack sites himself, but if he is joining an investigation late, revisiting is a waste of their time, especially the closer night approaches. )
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runs back in here!
opens arms
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