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[attr="class","susame-post"]Susame mentally remarked, quickly, how cute Min-su was in that moment. What a precious lad, shame that it was people like that that could be swayed to either side with the right 'or wrong' amount of prodding. When Min-su leaves them bee, Susame crouches down to grab the bag, just in time to witness the principal regain most of his mobility and glower at him.

"Humor me a little, let's play a game. You're familiar with hide and seek yes?" Susame's eyes devilishly narrow, a look of barely contained pleasure and thrill-seeking upon his countenance. When the light fully fades and he sees that twisted abomination rear up again it's meaty appendage would slam not into soft tissue but into a bag of dog food instead.

Its contents splatter all around, dotting the floor with its mess and spreading it out on the floor. In the mean time, Susame ducked and rushed past him, slicing its flank deep enough that blood seeped and dripped down from the wound. The rank smell hit him right away, retreating to a corner by the multitudes of chairs to the side. Susame narrowed his eyes, while the darkness was thick, he had a plan to mitigate it.

Two identifiers, his shoes crunching in dog food and the smell of his diseased blood. I'll use this to my advantage. Susame knew that he likely wouldn't be able to challenge him the good old fashioned way, at least not without some consequences laid bare. He wasn't like Ryuko who seemed tailor made to handle the more melee-like challenges of combat. Then, he'll play smart and once they get the lights up they can finish this properly.

Min-su, it's up to you. He can hear footsteps and noises of rage and frustration, a heavy limb flailing and hitting whatever it could. Seems that despite being versed in the dark his eyesight was just as bad as his.

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[attr="class","susame-post"]London was feeling more and more like home every day that he's been here. While shifting back and forth between different locations was occasionally thrilling in its own way, putting down roots was far more satisfying. This also meant getting stronger, forming ties, and eventually seeing all that hard work come to fruition. Susame wasn't privy to the eyes that bore frames of rose petals when he stepped by. Where he was personified like a deity on the move, aglow where everyone else was dull and irrelevant. He turns his head, lets the london breeze play with his hair and his tassle earring both, and then when he refocuses to his front he sees him.

The same man, the one dressed in pure white and startlingly brilliant blue. A direct contrast to his warm hues. Good morning he says, and then later, great weather isn't it? Susame cranes his head upwards to take a look at the sky up above. It was starting to become grey, and perhaps london fog would set in at later hours as well.

"Well, it's as good as London can be." He remarks, calmly, returning his gaze back to the bespectacled man. "You made it." The predicament that shall not be named or recalled for too long. Sigh.

"I have half the time to get stronger and roam that place again sometime. ...shame to see my country reduced to a sprawling hellscape of rogue technology."

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[attr="class","susame-post"]What does he want for it? Susame's golden eyes tightened, narrowing to show a certain kind of pleased satisfaction at the intuitive question. He wondered if he always looked like the kind of person to have 'conditions' when he offers goodwill. Perhaps that's for the best, because often times he does. A businessman's repertoire and instinct perhaps, if you will.

"Think of it as a gift for your particular needs, but I do have an offer to propose." Blood that had once held such a protective sway now became a blank floating blob in the air until it began to form various shapes by magic.


"I need allies." Blood turned into various humanoid shapes, a gathering of individuals, carrying various weapons in a unified front and effort. "This new world we live in doesn't reward the headstrong and the loner, no matter how skilled the individual is." While Susame radiated a sort of calm unshakable confidence, his expression stilled to show the weight of his words and the subject matter. It was more serious than it was before.

"If you lose control in the future and you are by your lonesome, you'll die alone without standing a chance." Blood generates into a fallen feline, cut in two and left to lie there with a twiddle of his fingers. "You feel like a stubborn sort, but you know that what I speak is the truth."

Blood relaxes eventually losing its magical pull and simply sloshing on to the floor unceremoniously, now being exactly what people expect it to be: a red puddle shed from some body. "Well, regardless," The fanged smile returns. "Even if you reject traveling together, you can keep the saltshaker. Again, i have no use for the thing anyhow." He chuckles, adjusting the bag with him, now filled with usable rations he can use. "I'm going to continue looking around in the meanwhile, so if this goodbye, then so be it."

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[attr="class","susame-post"]He really was like a rabbit or a deer, a prey animal that helplessly shook and stared at someone that was perceived dangerous and overwhelming. The man had barely spoken a thing and hastily closed his diary to keep his privacy. Susame couldn't really fault him for it, but what he wasn't expecting was the sight of what he assumed was a familiar or 'pet' actively growling at him and then leaping into its master's arms to make it all the more clear that he thought of him as a threat.

Susame's metallic gold eyes warmed at the sight, actually finding it pretty funny to witness and wasn't stupid enough to try placating it with a pet or two. In his heart, the pet was exactly right. He was a threat to people in some capacity, maybe this was the old family curse at work that not even a game and coding could overwrite.

"He doesn't like me very much does he?" He curiously looked from the slime to its owner, far more passive and nervous than the fierce little creature. "I wonder why that is..."

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[attr="class","susame-post"]Susame isn't a blind man, he will not deny or refute that his eyes drink in the visage of attractive individuals every so often. When he enters his field of vision he's greeted with a wild man that skirts very profoundly in the realm of handsome and capable. A minor observation that he acknowledges and accepts, but not something he would bend over backwards for. It's just nice, is all. The man wastes no time in walking over to him, settling in front of him and demanding for more information. He doesn't take kindly to demands, though the cute distraction of his ears and tail was very nice to take in as well. What an interesting man.

"It's a theory, but what is needed is for you to master this transformation." His long fingers grace over his tassle earring on his single ear, smoothing fingers over the red delicate material. "A transformation like that is solely meant to make the person change to better suit any predicaments or challenges they face. ...but when it rules over you it's a burden. I think by keeping your emotions in check until it becomes like a second skin to you is best."

Susame reaches out for his hand, taking it if only to guide it. In his free hand, a salt shaker materializes within his palm and he places it on the other's waiting palm. By doing so, a pop up window would appear with the simple: 'Susame wishes to trade with you, do you accept?' and a Yes or No. Should he hit yes, the salt shaker would now be in his ownership.

"I received this randomly, shaking it will ease the mind and put you back into a calm state. Use it if you need it." Susame backs away when it is done, breathing a sigh. "I noticed from my own trade offer that your name is...Yukiharu?" His smile is returning all over again. "It suits you. A very enduring name." Like a mountain given life, roaming as it pleases, unfettered by modern society and its trappings.
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[attr="class","susame-post"]Peace was never guaranteed, not even in circumstances of perceived safety. Breaking this reverie was a boisterous scene of a man protecting his so called girlfriend. Throwing accusations around left and right, the object of the ire, a tall man seated with a cup of tea and saucer.

Casually minding his own business despite being berated left and right. After the fumes of the fire had died down, smoke sizzling away, Susame spoke: "Seeing as how you are done, I can finish this in peace. Thank you." It took one of his friends to keep him from attempting to deck the man responsible, seeing as how he'd be in more trouble if the guards came to stop him.

With them leaving, Susame finishes up his tea and sighs gently afterwards.

That had attracted quite an amount of people, especially for something out of his control and fault in the matter. Fragile masculinity and jumping to conclusions and assumptions was a sad thing to witness. He gets up from his seat, passing Orvis's own table, aiming for little in particular. He just needed a walk.

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[attr="class","susame-post"]Susame watched as Min-su grabbed everything he thought he would need, quite grateful that he seemed knowledgeable about what he was grabbing. Min-su briefly paled, perhaps over his own blood loss but besides the tingle here and there and a brief stint of cold, Susame didn't feel a great sense of urgency. He had at least enough sense to know to get it bandaged, which Min-su would softly look at him in disapproval for. When everything was bandaged and the gang seemed to be in pretty decent spirits, a commotion was happening behind him and when Susame turns to see what was going on, well, he receives quite the sight.

As a man, his eyes travel to the two women. The assets first, undoubtedly, but then the grotesque horror of realizing not only are they filthy but they are genuinely inhuman to boot. They look like nurses but portray their skills and training like torturous psychopaths. The poor lad behind them, while seemingly sedated, also was on the brink of physical collapse with how much they were doing to him. It'd only be a matter of time before those drugs wear off and the shock kills him or something else. Right now though, adrenaline was keeping him grounded and responsive, crying out while still keeping his mouth sealed up by crude cloth.

Susame's eyes, bewildered, take heed of their advancements and Ryuko takes center stage with shield in hand. She casts a skill that he hadn't seen before, but the other nurse with scalpel in hand had it out for him because of his fresh injury catching her sight. She ambles towards him, before quickening at the last second, Susame purposely tumbling off of the bed just as the scalpel's sharp end is stabbed into the mattress of the bed.


He scrambles back to his feet, using the precious time of her trying to get her weapon of choice out and looks behind him. The cloth barrier catches his eyes and he rips it with the spear and grabs a big enough amount in his hands. When she nears again, he side steps, just in time for that sheet to be wrapped tightly around her head and part of her torso. Gripping her with both arms when he's sure to tie it around tightly, she flails wildly in his grasp, near lifting her off the ground if just to keep her off base.

With her kicking and screaming and finding some way to swipe at anything she can, Susame yells: "Min-su, use the knife!"

He needs to kill and he knows.