Whooters. [O. DE.]

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Finally, with her stomach growling, Angel was resolving the problem she'd had when they'd first approached this village: she was hungry as the dogs running nearby with sleds appeared to be, if their growling was any indication. Wandering idly throughout the city, somewhat lost and unsure where exactly to go, she abruptly paused, head tilting back as she sniffed, catching the slightest whiff of food. Good food at that. Mind focused entirely on finding the source of this delicious smell wafting through the breeze, her pace quickened, long strides quickly covering the distance between her and her goal.

Passing between buildings, people, people with dogs on sleds, the world about her seemed to narrow in focus, as she was dedicated to solving the grumbling emanating from her stomach. The multitude of paper was, as always, strapped to her person. Two full paper holsters, and several decks of cards. Each a deadly weapon in her hands, but mere artist supplies to the unknowing eye. Finally, the scent strengthened, once being no more then a mere tease on the breeze, the smells of a cafe now reached their noses fully, causing Angel to again speed up her pace.

Upon their arrival at the place known as Yan's Cafe, Tenshi would pause, glancing about. The place seemed to be fairly popular, with villagers enjoying themselves within. Glancing back at the God surely next to her, she gestured broadly forward with an arm, a gleam of excitement in her and and features.

"Look alright to you? I'm starving."

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So... this was the Mo Village.

If this was all the town had to offer, then Kaira was distinctly unimpressed... though that was not unusual. The buildings were run down, the citizens shabbily dressed and crude wooden were contraptions dragged by mangy beasts that the God could only assume were canines. As he worked his way through their midst after his Angel he dodged the street-goers more widely than was perhaps necessary, cane held to his face.

Mitsukai was somewhat difficult to keep track of; she did not seem to mind close proximity with the villagers, or even impact as she shunted through them; and though the God enjoyed the carefree nature of his Angel, the grunge transfer implicated by those impacts cut off any smiles that may have been had with momentary winces. After about ten minutes of this process Kaira began to wonder if Mitsukai even remembered what it was she was searching for, or indeed, truly knew in the first place; but it was at this moment that she halted in her tracks, and Kaira subsequently paused, saying nothing, but an inquiry in his stance.

Mitsukai turned to him, a grin of pleasure and certain achievement upon her face, and Kaira wondered momentarily why with a frown before he smelt the smell; and though it likely held a very small fraction of the appeal that it did for the Angel, it did register in his mind as the thing she was probably happy about, and he did understand why. A small beacon of decency within these otherwise rudimentary streets. The glowing smile upon his Angel's face caused Kaira to replicate it to a small percentage, for no other reason than she herself was smiling.

"Look alright to you? I'm starving."

Kaira turned his head to look at the cafe; it was relatively packed, as it was roughly lunchtime, and through the window-like holes in the solidly built cement structure it appeared to be largely wooden inside, which was about as good as it was likely to get in this area.

"Whatever you wish, Mitsukai."

And with that, he would follow the Angel, who would almost definitely move inside through the open entrance. The aroma was stronger within, till it was just below stifling, still pleasant. Kaira would approach the counter himself, regardless of his Angel's actions; for though he did follow her into whatever she wished, he was still her God. And besides, though the God could survive without complaint off of whatever he found, the prospect of good food did hold a certain allure. An allure that was stronger now that said food was so close at hand.

With a quick sweep of the menu suspended over the counter, Kaira instantly made a decision, without hesitation; "Twelve." He ordered, which was the designation for a simple bowl of beef stew; nothing fancy, nor particularly expensive. He then glanced down at his Angel and observed whatever decision she would make.

[OOC: YES THAT IS WHAT I IMMEDIATELY IMAGINED THE CAFE LIKE. Lmao.]

[Desert Punk]

Kanta would walk into this drab of a cafe. Though it may seem to the laymen as a quaint cozy cafe, he did not view it as such. The color scheme was all wrong, most of the colors clashed and there was just to much of it. Also he could tell that some of the textures on the inside were fake. The wood paneling was a type of replica wood that only a knowledgeable artisan would know. It wasn't that it didn't look nice, but he detested replica's. Nothing original about it.

Kanta scoffed as he made his way to the counter. He was trying to get on his tippy toes to peer inside the kitchen. If the kitchen was not up to standards he would not be as willing to eat her. He could see when a waitress exited the kitchen that it was of average quality. He also noted that the chiefs were not in uniforms, save for what looked like a head chief in a white coat and chief hat. This was a typical sign of average food. He should not expect anything fancy or well created here. But he did not notice any other cafe on in his exploration of this city, and his stomach had already barked at him twice while he was scoping this place out.

So against Kanta's better judgment he grabbed some place to sit and a menu. He just stared at it. Again it looked as if a child had put this menu together. There was nothing pleasing to see within it. If all else this should have been a simple menu, at least then they could hide the food they were displaying. Even the pictures of the food were totally done wrong. Sure it was fanciful but they totally messed up on the lighting while taking these photos. The colors were not popping, and he definitively could tell this place would not serve what they show on their menu. It would most likely be thrown together putting no skill or effort into the culinary creations.

While Kanta was staring at this menu and grumbling over its drab makeup, he couldn't but help wonder if he had learned how to make his clay explode, he would probably use this place as his first target. Thus he would give them another chance to try again. But as he was fondling his precious clay within its pouch he also wondered if that would be the right image to show to this city if he started blowing things up. So he pushed his cloak over his clay pouch and kept staring at this menu, trying to decide what piece of filth he would stuff his face with.

[Sentai "Reido" Mihiri]

The village that I had heard of was not spectacular to say the least. In fact, it was downright in shambles. Run down buildings and people who looked as though they had just lived her because they couldn't afford anything else. My ice cold eyes looked upon all of them and judged them, all of them. There was nothing of value here. Why had I even chosen to come to this place? I wasn't sure, but for some reason I was here. My black shirt and pants were covered by a blue vest with a piece hanging down further, connected to my belt. Several guards were on my body, including as a part of my boots, around my upper arms, and as part of gloves. My mask covered my face, minus the eyes. Even my voice was distorted with this mask, sounding more robotic now.

I came across a cafe and realized that over the trip from Snow to Fire, I was rather hungry. Despite my appearance now, I was still human after all. I stepped inside and was noticed as different. It was then that I saw the other three who looked different. A shorter man dressed in what looked like Desert clothing, another man with an ebony hat and a cane, and a rather thing, pale woman who was hanging around the man with the hat. The rest looked like they belonged to this town. Perhaps I was not the only traveler?

I moved to a table and sat down where I was handed a menu. The food served here looked mediocre but adequate. I pointed to an item as she started to walk away, surprised that I had decided so quickly. She came and brought me a glass of water, something that, with my ice ability, was well needed. The front of my mask opened up, revealing my mouth and the bottom of my nose. I took a drink before closing it once more. The stench of this place was too much to bear, and at the moment... I just wanted to strike it down swiftly.

[¯\_(ツ)_/¯]

Despite the other objections held to the homely little cafe, Angel held a brilliant smile that lit up the room. Swirling into the cafe, a few unscrupulous pieces of paper fell out of their holsters, only to find themselves falling back in without physical touch seconds later. Whereas the God decided quickly, Angels gaze flitted over the menu for several looong seconds, muttering to herself.

"I want.. THAT. NONO. That's disgusting.. How about tha- no that made me throw up once.. Or maybe.. No.. AHAAAAA!.."

Each possible choice was accompanied with her flinging an arm outwards to point at the food in question, nearly hitting the man listening in the head twice before he shuffled backwards. Her final choice was decided upon with a loud, victorious shout that likely drew the attention of everyone else in the cafe.

"I'LL TAKE THAT ONE!"

Bouncing on her heels slightly, her hand had finallized a choice, pointing steadily at one of the options. Unfortunately, the man couldn't see, being under the hung menu, resulting in further chaos.

"... Which one, ma'am?"

"That one, of course. With the noodles!"

Deciding to just serve the woman one of the random soup with noodles, it didn't take much to realize that she wasn't.. all.. there..


Sitting at a small table with her compatriot, Angel's pale eyes flitted about the room, taking in everyone. There appeared to be a fair amount of strange people in the room, causing her to straighten the black bowler's cap on her head and shuffle her black jacket over her yellow shirt. Her long, loose black plants extend to her ankles, resting on rather fancy black shoes. She looks overly dressed, but acts as though her parent brought her in here.

It was there she saw she had the gaze of a few patrons. Blinking, she glanced around, saying loudly with a scowl.

"What?!"

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The God stepped calmly out of the way as his Angel began to flail her arms wildly about in indecision, decision and then indecision once more. He closed his eyes, screening out the chaos for a moment, rather like a mildly irritated parent. His cane held in front of his face, he waited for the exchange to finish, not helping in the slightest, even as Mitsukai was clearly confusing the man at the counter. The God trusted that the situation would work itself out. He stopped hearing his Angel's incessant shouts and the man's helpful but flustered questions, and opened his eyes to see Mitsukai skipping away from him.

The God turned.

The whole cafe was spread out before him; though it was not exactly splendorous, it was fairly large, holding about thirty patrons at maximum, with many tables spread out across it's floor. Most of the people attending were obviously commoners, their outfits plain and usually brown. Many of them were choosing to stare at either Kaira or his Angel; but the God paid them no mind as he scrutinized the room. He felt there was... potential in the air. And it was definitely nothing to do with food.

...There.

The ruby red gaze of the God locked onto the back of a small figure's head; it was the child, from before. The one at the village entrance. Kaira had not communed with him then, but perhaps it was time to do so now. And...

...There.

Dressed in a flashy attire of bright blues, a man sat only two tables away from the child, guzzling a glass of water. Mitsukai herself had already selected the closest table, but Kaira walked past her, brushing her lightly on the shoulder and whispering, "One moment."

He first approached the child, who was the closest. He detached one gloved hand from his cane and put a hand on the child's shoulder in the same manner. Likely turning as a response to this contact, Kaira would lock his ebony eyes with the kid's. Indeed, there was a potential here; a fiery thread of destiny that could not be ignored, waiting to be tied together with another. With that commanding stare locked on the child, Kaira would speak quietly but with a tone of absolution from behind the small ivory skull adorning his cane.

"Sit with us." He delivered, tone ringing with some strange form of ultimatum. The table Kaira meant was quite obviously indicated by Mitsukai's shout.

"What?!"

Feeling that no further instruction was needed, at least not any more, Kaira released the contact with the boy - leaving little room for protest and paying no heed if there was - and stood up straighter. By this point he was confident that he would have gained the cyan-clad man's attention, sitting only a table away as he was. He also had no doubt that the exchange between him and the younger boy would have been overheard, as he had intended it would be. Kaira raised a white finger, slowly, to point at the stranger.

"And you." He said simply, any attention this action may have attracted from the commoners drawn away by the Angel's brazen and angry yell. With that, Kaira turned and walked back to the table at which Mitsukai was sitting, drew a chair out, and sat opposite her, his ivory stick still blocking his face... and waited, eyes veiled to the world, for the strangers to sit down... which he held in no doubt that they would.

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[Desert Punk]

Kanta was minding his own business trying to decide what he wanted. He was thinking that at the very least he could order soup and dumplings. Though they could screw up on the dumplings. So he nixed the dumplings and decided he was going for the soup. But just as he was going to try and flag down a server, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

Kanta, was not wanting to be noticed at this time, and specifically worn these types of cloths to see to that. Though apparently he had caught the attention of another. He hoped it was just a trivial matter as he turned around. Wanting to just be by his self. He turned around and seen it was the man from the car, on his way up to this city. Oddly enough, while in the car, he didn't pick up on the man or his attire as he just now was seeing the spectacle.

The man had some, what others mite thing as, unusal clothing on. But to Kanta, the taste of attire was exquisite. It seemed like this man was very refined and knew how to dress himself in the morning, unlike most people that he has met. He was wearing a very unique hat that showed a sense of authority or position. Along with an ornately designed cane. And when his eyes fixed on the cane, he was mesmerized. It wasn't something that he has ever seen, the craftsmanship was so masterful. The intricacies were so complex. The shape was just so perfect. He hadn't noticed in the car, because he wasn't this close to see it.

"Sit with us." the man would say.

Kanta had no reason to protest nor did he want to. This was good company and he could tell just from the mans attire that there was some business that he was up to. No one walks around with those kinds of threads without being on a mission of importance of some kind. Nor does some one walk around with a Cane of such fine quality without wanting to be noticed. And so pulling back his hand that seemed like it was wandering on its own toward the cane, he sat at the table that was indicated.

This was going to be interesting, Kanta thought to himself, he just knew it.

[Sentai "Reido" Mihiri]

A finger. That was what was pointed at me by the man with the hat and cane. It was not something I was convinced for as I watched him call another prior to pointing to me. It was the other's strange actions that had initially called my attention over. I simply looked in the direction of the table that he had indicated. As I sat there for a few moments, contemplating the words that were just said to me, I wondered just who this man was, and why he felt the need to order me to sit there. There was no question involved. It was a direct order. A direction that he was giving me, expecting me to follow it.

I did not know this man, and I wasn't sure that I wanted to. But the gathering of him, the girl who seemed too eccentric for her own good, and the smaller one in the desert clothing seemed to attract me a little. I hesitated a few moments longer before standing from my seat and moving over to their table, taking the final place among them. I watched as the Waitress walked over to my table before and looked around before finally seeing me. But I said nothing as she grabbed the cup of water I left and brought it over along with some bread for the table that we were at.

"Heh... Confusing the waitress... Always fun."

I mumbled lightly through my mask, my voice sounding a bit more robotic than it actually was.

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Well. This was going to be interesting. Angel sat there, watching the movements throughout the cafe. Large, incredibly busty waitresses walked about, nearly knocking over the trays in their hands with the 'bounce.' Waiting for the food, the silence seemed to grow, and while the God talked to the kid, she pulled out her decks of cards. One, was a normal deck. The second was covered in animal shapes, with little facts on the back. Stuff like Giraffe- THIS ANIMAL HAS A LONG NECK. Meant for children less then half her age, really.

Despite this, however, she began to shuffle the two, the black and red of the regular deck blurring with the blue and yellow tones of the animal one. Upon the arrival of anyone else to their table, she'd flick her wrist, fanning out the impressive display of 110 cards in one thick bundle held in her right hand.

A wide grin would stretch her face, and her cheery voice would pipe out.

"Pick a card!"

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The smell of various dishes filled the God's nostrils, and the sound of babble, laughter, footfall and scraping chairs filled his ears, though only darkness reached his veiled eyes. It was in this state of equilibrium that Kaira felt the world drop away from beneath him, as the trivial matters of the commoners faded away into threads within his mind, their colours beyond description, but clear to the teen; and he saw, out of the corner of his metaphorical eye, the way they linked and joined, saw them crossing one another and linking... none tore nor snapped here, but that could change at any moment.

As wood was ground with a painful screech closer to where Kaira sat with his hands folded upon his lap, the teen's blood-colored eyes snapped open to rest instantly upon the small boy; a second later, the blue-clad man arrived as well, placing himself down in a similarly peace-shattering manner; but the God did not mind. As he observed calmly for just a moment, he felt the significance of this meeting was sure; a sense of dark power shrouded around the table then; of fate sealed; of the beginning of something new, and the world around the table bled into puny insignificance.

Kaira hardly noticed as an outsider delivered some mortal food to the table, of which he held no interest; he sat across from his Angel, but the two newcomers sat on one side adjacent to each other, the young boy closer to the God than the other. Kaira leaned forward and propped his elbows upon the table, lacing his gloved fingers together and lightly resting his chin upon the platform there. And it was then that he would begin to speak, his voice and eyes piercing directly to the mind, and to the soul.

"Gentlemen... you are like us, I sense. The world around you seems insignificant, or holds no interest; and you do not know where you wander, nor why, nor when you arrive do you feel fulfilled.

You are defined; not mere mortals like the men and women about us. You hold infinitely more potential, like Deities among worms... and I can sense that in varying capacity you know it, and again embrace it."

He sat back then, feeling that his forward, heavy words would have their full attention by now.

"I invite you to join us, as legion; we are not as them, and we deserve to walk together... and we will grow powerful, and the world will know of our names... this, is a certainty."

He glanced between them individually as he spoke, some words directed more for one than the other. There was a long pause, and it was in this time that another waitress came along and delivered the God and his Angel's respective meals. Kaira then glanced over to his Angel, as she began to shuffle her decks with that same flashy eagerness he had come to enjoy.

"I ask you to make your decision here...

join us...

or do not."

Another glance.

"Also..." And he swept one arm smoothly above the table to indicate Mitsukai, just in time for her to shout,

"Pick a card!"

And Kaira would watch both of the newcomers intently, but somehow with a lax air, as he casually forsook the soup that was steaming in front of him.

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[Desert Punk]

Its odd, this group of travelers just happen to meet. Kanta could tell just by the things that the three were wearing that they all were people to watch. Not in the sense that they are dangerous, but more so in the way a painter should be watched as they paint. If you look away you mite miss how something is done. Mite miss a subdle technique that you would have never thought about incorperating into a painting. To watch just to watch an epic creation in the making. And so that is exactly what he did.

Kanta watched, though the big breasted waitresses did not help. He always thought those things were some of the most perfect creations that have ever been in creation in this world. They came in different sizes, they were asymmetrical. Even the tiny imperfections one may find on them gave them character. He had yet to find a pair that he did not appreciate.

Kanta blinked and snapped his head toward the cards that were laid on the table. He must have been lost in thought again, must have been staring. He looked at the others and hoped they didn't notice that he was gawking at a pair of honkers. His parents never appreciated that when he did that in public, though why would it matter anymore. He was a man now and had that right. No matter...He examined the cards and choose the one that had a slightly faded corner. He doubted any one else would have noticed the corner of the card. It took a keen eye for colors and art to notice something like that. And he chose this one because he believed this slight imperfection must have meant this card was special. That it was handled more than the others. Thus it must have been more valuable, and unique. He would sit back in his chair and hold his card flat against his chest. "So do we look at our card that we choose?" he would ask, this being the first time he has spoken in this dingy place that they called a cafe.

[Sentai "Reido" Mihiri]

I listened carefully as the man with the hat spoke to us. He spoke of us believing the world was insignificant, something I did agree to. My heart was as cold as the ice that I wielded. But his words... They seemed strange to me. There was something that confused me about his proposition. The fact that he was even offering one in the first place... It made me a little skeptical as he finished his speech. My eyes noticed that the child who was beside me was not even paying attention. He said nothing, showed no interest. In fact, his eyes watched the big chests on the waitresses. I shook my head slightly, figuring he was some hormonal teenager who couldn't keep his dick in his pants.

I heard the girl, who seemed far too eccentric, exclaim for them to pick a card. The Child took his and asked if they were supposed to look at them. My hand shot across and grabbed one blindly as I kept looking at the man with the hat. I took the card and set it on the table, not truly caring about it in the slightest. After a moment of thinking about my words and how to phrase them, I finally spoke.

"Join you... Or serve you?"

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I asked simply before continuing.

"Because if you are looking for one to aid you as an equal, then perhaps, should my goals match up with yours. But if you are looking for servants, then I believe that this conversation may end right now."

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I added on, my ice cold eyes staring at him. I cared not for how another felt about me or viewed me. I cared for myself and that was all. If this man offered an incentive to join, then perhaps I would do so. But as I had said... Join, not serve.

[¯\_(ツ)_/¯]

Oblivious to the rather serious talk going on about her, Tenshi would gesture to the two men. Her hands flickered towards their faces, then crossed her forearms as the hands exchanged the face they were pointing at.

"Now.. trade!"

Assuming they followed her instructions and traded cards, she'd watch the exchange carefully. It would entirely depend on how they decided to trade of course, but she had a trick in mind. Assuming they simply handed them off, she'd twist her wrist, her paper manipulation jerking the cards swiftly. Hoping they'd be distracted enough not to notice, they'd see they still held the same card.

If they went for a more.. unorthodox method of exchanging, it would be more difficult. However, she'd always attempt to switch the cards, likely with varying success. If they tossed them, a clever stop/reverse in midair. And on. No matter, however, as even though it were completely obvious she'd offer a wide smile, and a little, contained giggle.

"I said exchange them! You've got the same card!"

And off she went, laughing somewhat obnoxiously. Although she didn't really care either.

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"Join you... Or serve you?" Spoke the man in teal, sounding slightly ruffled. "Because if you are looking for one to aid you as an equal, then perhaps, should my goals match up with yours. But if you are looking for servants, then I believe that this conversation may end right now."

Kaira leaned back slightly, smile somewhat smug, his face showing expression only when he was speaking to a deity. He appraised the man for a minute, seeming to consider him, but all the while choosing his words, and choosing them quite carefully. He paid little attention to what the young boy was doing, or the deception his Angel was attempting to pull on the two; for now, it was him and the older man talking, a closed link, the outside world paling into even more insignificance than it was burdened with usually.

"Look to her." Kaira spoke, smoothly sweeping a gloved hand over in the direction of his Angel, who had exploded into uproarious laughter. "Does she seem, to you, as though she serves me? No. I found her along the road, gentlemen, as I did you." He spoke as if he was older than them both. "I do not want servants; puny things that grovel about the feet and stain the shoes. I want Gods to walk alongside me, men above men; your choice to join me, if it is so, is proof enough that you are worthy; you do not answer to me, gentlemen." His gaze swept across them both. "We answer to each other."

And there was not a speck of deception in those words, though with the inscrutable nature of the God it was always quite difficult to tell.

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[Desert Punk]

When the words Servant was said, his ears picked up the conversation. Kanta wasn't sure but he was starting to get an idea of what was going on. He wasn't looking to get involved in anything or at least the idea hadn't entered his mind until now. From what he gathered it would be more of a fellowship, than a servitude. That aspect didn't sound to bad either. In fact he was thinking this is how he could get his name recognized. This is how he could become famous. Though he did not get involved in the conversation. Just a simple nod when it came to what the man with the mask made his comments. And then the comment about this being more of a communal group.

Then the lady called Angel said to trade cards. Kanta had just picked the best one out of the pack and now he had to exchange his card. So it would be useless to look at the card at this point then. So he offered his card to the one with the mask. Just by simply reaching his hand over with the card held. Nothing special. Though he would have a grip on the card. If the man in the mask would grab his card, his hand mouth would be revealed. The slick tongue on the inside would flick out and show its odd nature. He did this in hopes that he would "accidentally" show his worth, if these people knew of such things as hand mouths.

[Sentai "Reido" Mihiri]

I grabbed the card and flicked it toward the child, figuring he would be able to catch it with his other hand easily. My hand went up to grab the card that he held in his first hand and I would feel something brush against my hand. It was slightly wet it seemed, something I wasn't expecting. I eyed the other as I turned to look up at the girl. She said we had the same card and I stuck the card into her soup.

"Eat that instead"

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I said as I turned back to the man with the hat.

"Your proposition proves useful for now. I'll agree to stand by you as equals, provided you can keep up with me. Perhaps when we leave this place, you can show me exactly what you can do, and why you are worth my time. And then I'll be able to show you a thing or two."

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I looked at the child again, wondering what it was that touched my hand. But I figured, if this grouping seemed to last, I would find out in due time. I just hoped that I wasn't stuck guarding a bunch of weaklings and would be able to actually stand by them as equals.

[¯\_(ツ)_/¯]

OOC: Apologies for the lack of posting. Was at a friend's and dead tired.

The trade failed. One handed, one threw, the whole trick was an utter failure overall. With a slight pout, Tenshi's arm snapped out, aiming to slap the man across the table who so rudely threw her card into her soup, accompanying the movement with a loud yell.

"Hey! I need that!"

The kid, luckily, was not to rude, and thus his card would simply.. leave his hand. As though snapped back with a thread, it would be pulled towards her card holster, sliding in with its buddies to be put away. The wet one, however, she drew out of the soup before wiping several times on her shirt. Once it was as dry as it'd get, she'd return it to its holster with several loud grumbles.


The mouth went unnoticed, and Angel was hardly caring of what else went on. She was just along for the ride, and overall enjoying it so far.

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The cards were exchanged with a flurry, Kaira noticing that Mitsukai seemed to be looking rather smug, and the God's features slowly slipped into a smile too. As he glanced down at the exchange, he noticed that the boy's palm seemed to contain... a mouth, complete with teeth and a tongue that licked at the air and smeared across the paper during the swap. Kaira frowned at the boy, speaking what were almost words with that frown. 'Just what are you...?' it said, but then the God's attention was abruptly distracted from this matter.

The snap of a hand, a whistle through the air, and the blue-clad man's card splashed into the Angel's meal. The questioning frown was wiped from Kaira's face immediately, and for a moment his expression was quite clearly severely unimpressed. "You dare..." He began, speaking with a dark, bloody whisper; but the target seemed not to notice. He swiveled back to Kaira quite casually, and stared him in the eye; the God, of course, had already blanched his expression into nonchalance before the direct contact.

"Your proposition proves useful for now. I'll agree to stand by you as equals, provided you can keep up with me. Perhaps when we leave this place, you can show me exactly what you can do, and why you are worth my time. And then I'll be able to show you a thing or two."

And so Kaira leaned back once more, the faint traces of a smug smile showing through his usual composure, his hands forming a temple at the fingertips. Whatever offense the man may have offered the Angel was now voided by his declaration. The God glanced at the boy again, and even though he had received no verbal confirmation he was already fairly certain the child felt the same way. However, Kaira did not judge the young, mouth-handed boy for his age; for greatness was not attached to mortal concerns such as how many years you had lived, or how many men you had killed... it lay in something else.

"So, gentlemen. I would ask you your names. But of course, I shall speak mine first; I am known as Kaira Mukora, and this here is Mitsukai..." He gestured to his Angel with one hand, using the alternate evaluation of her name's meaning - half-wondering if she would object - before returning the hand to its previous formation.

"We should not dwell in such places much longer, gentlemen... I feel it best if we leave soon, if not for anywhere, then for somewhere else." And though his words were strange, they were not intended to be so; pausing, pausing at all, was simply not in Kaira's nature, and he greatly disliked it. He would then turn his head and take one tentative spoon of the broth he had been presented, keeping half an eye on his new comrades as he did so. As the liquid washed through his mouth and down his throat, "Acceptable." He declared, turned to continue in this action.

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[Desert Punk]

Kanta would contemplate this proposition for a little bit. He had receded his hand and was clutching the hand mouth within his lap. He was wondering if this is where he wanted to start his new life. If this is how he should make a name for himself. He was wondering if this is what would define his life. And the realization came to him that he had to start some where. And it was better than going form city to city criticizing the mediocre cafes on how drab and dreary they were.

"Alright, I'm in."

Kanta would say after the look would come for an answer to be given. He figured he can at least get some experience if anything else. Who knows this could be a way to further his career as the absolute authority on anything designed or brought into the light of art.

[Sentai "Reido" Mihiri]

I chuckled lightly to myself as the card user hadn't liked my display with her card. She wasn't happy about it at all but I didn't care. I hardly cared about this conversation, but it was proving more and more interesting by the second. My hand shot up to deflect the blow by the girl, laughing inwardly at her feeble attempt to attack me.

I listened to the man with the hat, now named Kaira, and he then named the girl Mitsukai. The child beside me did not give his name, likely distracted again by the big breasted women who were serving the various tables. Now I knew I was going to be annoyed, but I said nothing further about it, just waiting for the chance to complete this.

"You can call me Reido. Earn my trust, and I'll tell you my full name. And if we're done here, I wouldn't mind getting out of here. The looks from the others aren't doing much for my need to strike."

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I said as I stood up from the table now and took the last bite of the sandwich I had gotten before closing up my facemask again. I was ready to leave here, and ready to get on with my life.