Kill 31 - Video

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[Kazuo is standing in the middle of a small clearing in the forest. There are targets on the trees around him. It seems like the device is leaning against a tree behind him, aiming at him and what he's doing.

Raising both his arms, he reveals he is holding a gun in either hand. Where he got them is a mystery. But it's only a second later that he is firing one shot right after the other, hitting the center of each and every target no matter how high or low, far or near.

When he's done, he cocks his head to the side to look at what he's done. He doesn't see the shadow of a creature from the forest sneaking up behind him.

He doesn't need to. Aiming one gun behind him without looking, he shoots it right in the middle of its forehead.

Turning around, he looks at his device.]

End of recording. [And the recording goes black...]

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The Underground provides moving targets.

[He has no opinion on ugly creatures though. Luckily so many of those down there are ugly.]

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...might you... fetch me a souvenir?

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What do you want?

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Anything, as long as it's from the heart.

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[Anything. And he heard an emphasis on heart. He can do that.]

Alright.

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[ thinking... thinking.... thinking... ]

Invite me, I should want to come, but I'm ever so shy. Maidenly before bloodshed.

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[That is a strange way of saying things...]

I invite you to come watch me.

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Oh, my, so frail yet so forward. Hmmm. Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm... hmmmmmmmmm.


I accept.

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[ ...and he'll be showing up in the underground, naturally, because that was the loveliest and most willingly given invitation of them all. And this being slaughter, of course he'll come barefoot and in his white.

...then wave. Because he can. ]

Little bird, what big eyes you have.

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[Kazuo is waiting for the other and just staring off into the darkness. He has his back slung over his shoulder. Honestly he looks more like a kid going to sports practice.

He looks at him and doesn't seem bothered by his appearance at all.]

Are they?

[A head tilt then he's walking along because it's monster killing time.]

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[ follows oh-so-merrily, trying to hop on rocks or dry things to avoid dirt and wrinkling his nose here and there. ]

Very, very, very, you ought to claw them ou ---

[ ...almost lost his balance on that twig. Regains it, and back to hopping! ]

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[Someone isn't paying attention to the silliness since he has to find monsters. Well actually he's just trying to decide what weapon to use.

Magic crossbow. Gun. Knife...]

Mm.

[Acknowledging the thought but seeing no use for it so no need to give it a better response.]

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[ He catches up somehow, amidst all the hopping, then sets on trying to rise on his toes, then some rocks to peer over Kazuo's shoulder at what in the world he's do - ...oh. Oh. He laughs - ]

Blade. 'Mirror-Mirror-on-the-Wall,' heart hunter, take a blade.

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[Knife it is then. He has the ring on his finger ready to turn into a crossbow if he needs it too. But he doesn't share that.

He's too busy leaving the back and going a little distance away to slice his hand.

They come if they smell blood...]

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[ ...and 'they' are not alone in that. Rosiel takes his seat on a stone, legs tucked under him in modesty, as if in prayer. Hah. ]

Is that -- is it... show me that palm, here, here: Jezebel, show and tell...

[ And he holds his cupped hands out. ]

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[Kazuo looks over at him then holds out his injured hand. The blood that runs from it is cold. Just like the rest of him. Such is the life of being City Dead.]

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[ Blood. Blood, blood, blood. Cute. He takes the wounded hand in his left palm with a delicate touch, fussing and -- ...cooing at the cut, before dipping his right hand's fingers against the blood. Dipping. Spooning. And bringing his stained digits for a lick and a taste. ]


...a bit like blueberry.

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[He just watches the other mess with the blood. One would think people do this all the time in the world based on how not bothered by it he is. They don't, of course. However, he doesn't possess an emotional response to this.]

Blueberry?

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[ Blinks a little slowly, as if asked the most obvious thing in this world, before sighing dramatically and raising his hand to bring what little's left of the boy's blood on Rosiel's forefinger to Kazuo's own mouth.

Like feeding an idiotic subordinate his pill. Ah, nostalgia. ]


Blueberry.


[ The sagest nod. ]

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[He looks at the finger. He's supposed to taste the blood apparently. Alright.

Kazuo leans forward like a good boy to suck on the tip of that finger to taste the blood. It is cold. Metallic. He cannot taste blueberries.]

I do not taste it.

[A shift behind him and he turns his head to just look at the monster that has arrived. A very large ugly creature. Kazuo isn't bothered by it though, just staring back at it while he lets Rosiel do as he pleases currently.]

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[ He frowns in thought at his own finger, because, really - really, how in the world could this insufferable creature not taste blueberry, when it's most certainly ---

...and then his glance lifts to the underground beast, and of course he's in love with it. ]

What sharp teeth it has.


[ He doesn't even bother wiping his hands clean, before clapping giddily. ]

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[Since he has his hand back now, Kazuo walks over to it and looks up. He stares at it a moment before taking a step back when it swipes long claws at him.

He'll keep his head on his shoulders. It works there.

Obviously the monster doesn't like that because it jumps at him to try and kill him. It smells blood and wants it now.]

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[ And being the absolutely best spectator there ever was, Rosiel takes this fine moment to... ]

- head, head, throat, head, face! Rip them off, won't you, you precious furry darling? You do want to, don't you?


[ ....cheer the beast on. Then, in consolatory whisper for Kazuo's ear - ]

So it's not jealous!

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[Kazuo is managing just fine here, thanks. He even gets a wound on it by ducking low and slashing the tendons of a leg.

Watch it limp about now. It's not going to be moving quite so fast anymore.]

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[ Alas, Rosiel's good humour seems to have peaked, and now plummets. His smile evaporates steadily, once the creature limps, and his gestures tense. Even the sudden grip on the folds of his chemise. He turns his head, more hearing the whole ordeal happen, than observing it anymore. ]

...don't play. One stroke. A mercy kill.