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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[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.

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[That's easy. He jumps to the side and severs the neck. It's so easy for it to fall then. Kazuo just watches it as it twitches a few times before dying. Head tilted, he pauses a moment then looks down at himself.

Oh. There's lots of monster blood on him.]

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[ He huddles in his clothing, gathering his knees up, and covering them with his hands, almost... sulking for having got what he'd wanted. The pouting comes to its close once Kazuo returns to his view. ]

You're filthy, Cinderella.

[ Maybe he shouldn't laugh. Ah, but these things happen. What a pretty little kill. ]

My heart?

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[That part is easy. Kazuo gets down and rolls the creature over so he can cut open the chest. Before long he has a heart that he's holding out to him, blood dripping off his cheek as he does so.]

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[ ...and lo, but this most cuddliest of tokens is eagerly claimed by cloth-covered hands, and wrapped up dutifully.

Like a surprise chocolate, really. From hell. ]

That's good. That's very, very good. You've done good -

[ ...and what was the man's name? ]

Hmmmm. I'll need to find something to call you, I suppose. Rudolph? Blitzen?

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My name is Kazuo Kiriyama.