[ It's today that Olympia has proven to him that things aren't very different no matter where you go. For months, it's been peaceful. A new place where nobody knows his face, where there stands even ground and equal footing, in most respects. Then came the familiar explosions rocking the city. The broadcast. The names. Whatever it was that Shino actually had a hand in, killing for money or delivering weapons, the end result is the same.
But Mikazuki has no intentions of letting it end the same, not here. He's been on edge since the announcement broke moreso than the detonation and effect of the weapon. They've hidden Shino away, and he's been on the prowl ever since. There are others he feels a vague tug of concern for, but he can't leave to look.
So maybe it is fate that brings one to him, the slow stagger of footsteps catching him before the voice does. What keeps him is he sight when he pivots too quickly to look, the blood streaked down a face just familiar enough to give the pit of his stomach a kick, like a gravity-drop. ]
...I don't believe in things like that.
[ When he moved, his hand had instinctively drawn his gun, though he doesn't raise it. Shots are limited. ]
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But Mikazuki has no intentions of letting it end the same, not here. He's been on edge since the announcement broke moreso than the detonation and effect of the weapon. They've hidden Shino away, and he's been on the prowl ever since. There are others he feels a vague tug of concern for, but he can't leave to look.
So maybe it is fate that brings one to him, the slow stagger of footsteps catching him before the voice does. What keeps him is he sight when he pivots too quickly to look, the blood streaked down a face just familiar enough to give the pit of his stomach a kick, like a gravity-drop. ]
...I don't believe in things like that.
[ When he moved, his hand had instinctively drawn his gun, though he doesn't raise it. Shots are limited. ]
Are there any more after you?