Art Senshi
Demon 
"Being a Prince of both worlds is kinda awesome."
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Post by Art Senshi on Jun 9, 2016 19:55:05 GMT
Note: 8 years after Emeri's death, Art is now 12 years old, and the role-model/friend to Banto and Marzzi, both now 8 years old.
Art didn't have many friends, considering he was the heir to the Demon race, and a genuinely nice and friendly Prince. Perhaps it was because he was just so... open. Art didn't hold anything back, his energy, his opinions, he was just a bubble of enthusiasm. Being locked up for the first four years of life had that effect on a boy. He was claustrophobic, couldn't stand hanging around inside for too long, even sleeping in a bed at night made Art uncomfortable. So naturally he hardly slept, and spent so much of his time exploring. His fathers didn't complain about it, Papa Kaku actually enjoyed watching his son do exactly what he'd done at Art's age, but both suggested caution. In his times wandering around, talking to every poor soul he saw, Art managed to make two unlikely friends, the reborn versions of the two who'd kidnapped him as a child. Art had no hard feelings, especially since he was now older than them both, and despite only being twelve, Art was generous in how forgiving he was. Marzzi was always around to talk to, Art just needed to call out to him, and so long as Marzzi wasn't deafening himself with work, he'd come over and chat. Banto was harder to find, Art had only seen him by chance, when the timid kid was exploring outside of his house domain, and since then, Art had pestered Banto for him to come out of his shell, with some amount of success. He didn't dare force Banto up to Aura though, apparently Banto feared other Angels with a passion, his mother and Marzzi being the only exception.
After dragging Marzzi out of his house, Art frowned as the younger kid seemed troubled. He moved to ruffle some of Marzzi's hair. "We'll find you the stuff Marzzi... the whatits... uhh.. metal stuff. I know exactly where it would be." Art explained, chuckling as Marzzi shoved him off, tough for an eight year old. Art grinned, "Besides, Havok's coming along, and Banto, four of us should make it no trouble." He tried reassuring, understanding that travelling down to the further reaches of Sohul, the uninhabited parts, was often seen as dangerous by the younger generations.
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Post by Marzzi Henko on Jun 9, 2016 20:05:25 GMT
Honestly Marzzi had to blink a few times as the sunlight hit his eyes, he'd been inside the workshop for days, just fumbling over a design that his dad thought the eight year old could possibly understand. Marzzi was terrible at reading, so the instructions didn't help. And when putting his dads idea to work, Marzzi noticed a flaw in the choice of metal. The kind of gold he needed to use wasn't going to be strong enough for the strain put on it. And Marzzi had just got annoyed that they didn't have any of the right kind until Art came along, dragging Marzzi outside to get some fresh air.
The boy growled and struggled like a stray cat in Art's hold, finally being released and straightening his goggles. "It's called Diamonium, strongest ore found in Sohul. And I don't wanna go down there Art, can't you just fetch it for us?" Marzzi asked. Not that he considered Art his deliver person, despite the Prince's willingness to do practically any task, but because Marzzi hadn't even gone down to Sohul before, not unless it was going to Banto's house. But the idea of having Banto along, as well as Havok, who was older and very strong, made Marzzi calm a little. "So long as you promise Art, I don't wanna be in trouble. Dad would kill me." Marzzi finally agreed, following as Art, now given his consent, flew off towards Shiro, looking for Havok, before the pair helped the quiet Kyuban down to Sohul with them, heading straight for Banto's house.
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Post by Banto Night on Jun 12, 2016 19:56:19 GMT
Staying inside was fine by Banto. He didn't complain, or dare to complain about the situation. He just knew he wasn't welcome anywhere. The King hated him, as did all Angels, Humans and Demons alike. The boy had no idea why, but his mother just told him to suck it up and accept things how they were, and not bother to endanger himself by exploring too much. So Banto just stayed inside, read books, and he was an incredible linguist even at a young age from the sheer quantity he'd read. He'd never expected to have friends, until the Prince of Demons found him. Banto felt uneasy around them, but forced himself to try and relax. After all, having Art and Marzzi around was probably Banto's only chance to actually have friends.
So he'd push his limits for them, face his fears and go outside, so long as the other two were close. Banto was busying himself by discovering his magic, teleportation. He'd used it to warp around the small house, and explore outside with a quick and easy exit if things got dangerous. He was almost enjoying himself, and smiled as he came back home for a drink of water. Banto looked out one window, seeing the three figures approaching. He scurried to the door, home alone for one of the rare occasions, lucky for Marzzi and Art, or else they'd have to deal with Banto's mother's wrath. He opened the door with a grin, "Hey guys. You... coming round for tea or something?"
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Art Senshi
Demon
"Being a Prince of both worlds is kinda awesome."
Posts: 33
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Post by Art Senshi on Jun 12, 2016 20:06:12 GMT
Banto wasn't too keen on coming along on such a long trip. He'd been dragged a good mile or so of the way, until he realised he was too far from home to complain anymore. He was a valued member of Art's group, and the Prince wanted all his friends to be part of the exploration for whatever Marzzi needed. They'd all flown low, Havok following behind. And a full day of flight led them beyond the reaches of Rycora, and any well known towns. Before them, was just pure rock. Mountains so high, Art wondered if the peaks would burst through into Aura or Dranar. Somewhere in this area was the rock stuff Marzzi needed, Art was sure of it.
They'd stop to rest up, finding some safe cave to hide away in, and Art was first to wake up. Well, second. His eyes fluttered open to see Havok standing there, the opposite end of the cave. His breathing was quiet, but when heard, it was incredibly harsh. Havok's eyes looked wide and somewhat scared, but very focused on Art as he sat there. "Havok, you alright buddy?" Art muttered. Havok didn't answer, or make any sort of notion that he'd even heard the boy. Art got up, moving out of the deadly glare Havok was giving, and put a hand on Havok's shoulder. The Kyuban flinched, breath freezing, before he blinked a little, looking up to Art. "Art... it is... morning?" Havok asked, eyes relaxing once more, entire body forgetting what intensity it was just giving off a second ago. Art frowned a little, before giving Havok a smile. "Sure is. Help me wake the others?"
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Post by Marzzi Henko on Jun 12, 2016 20:18:55 GMT
Marzzi yawned loudly, rubbing any remaining dust from his eyes as he looked out over the mountains. They were such a vibrant grey and blue colour. Unique to the kind of mountain range that had Diamonium in it's core, rooting around the whole area. Marzzi was excited to get to see such a natural sight, but also because he'd be one of the first to find some good raw Diamonium from here. Finding a good spot was the first goal, after that, Art's earth magic could do the rest for them all. Marzzi supposed he'd never even get the chance if the Demon Prince wasn't so connected to the ground around him, able to sense areas of heavy ore content, or break apart the earth like it was soft sand and expose what was underneath. It looked cool, from Marzzi's perspective, as they spent the day searching around.
Diamonium was buried deep, Art was in for a full day of digging up spots to find hints of it. Eventually, whilst the teenagers patience dwindled, Marzzi jumped down into one of the craters Art had made, scooping up some of the layer of soft earth beneath. The boy looked at the dark grey earth, spotting the few speckles of crystal blue scattered around in it. "Found it Art! Banto! There's some ore down here!" Marzzi called over to them, excitedly digging at the ground like a dog, giggling as Art helped, shovelling large quantities of dirt with his magic to reveal what was a truly massive vein of ore beneath, hard pieces of stone with a network of Diamonium veins netting around it. Marzzi giggled, smirking up to the others.
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Post by Banto Night on Jun 12, 2016 20:34:34 GMT
Banto really was just here to hang around with the others. He had no idea what to look for, any signs of anything. So he just assigned himself as the look out whilst Art and Marzzi argued which direction was best, or which mountain to dig a chunk out of. Banto sighed a lot, looking around the barren mountain. Nothing lived here, prey or predator, so he wasn't too nervous. The mountain was so quiet it was almost ominous, but the silence also meant nothing was going to come and pounce on them. It allowed Banto to relax, appreciate the peacefulness. Until Marzzi's loud voice boomed across the mountain, claiming their victory. Art chuckled, rushing over to help, but Banto just smiled down at them, watching from the top of the crater as the two dug up ore like happy pups. But Banto heard some off noises. Scratching, that wasn't coming from the two digging below in the crater. He looked around, before finding Havok, facing a wall, shoulders heaving up and down as his hands dragged down across the rock. The jagged nature of the rock made Havok's fingers bleed, Banto shivering as he saw the gentle streams down the Kyuban's hands. What was more scared was that Havok continued to scrap against the rock, still breathing heavily. Banto looked down to the others, before moving slowly towards Havok. Not too close, for some reason Banto had never been on the same level as the mentally-handicapped Kyuban, but close enough to see Havok was also crying.
"H-hey... Havok?" Banto called. The sudden voice made Havok flinch, and his body slowly turned around, confused and wet eyes looked towards Banto. He looked hunched over, and his teeth were bared, visible as Havok clenched down hard on them. Banto felt a chill run down his back, at the feral looking eyes Havok now had, and the low growl the other gave off. Banto swallowed, "Are... are you ok?" He asked. Havok's growl shuddered, the Kyuban letting out a whimper, before licking his lips. "H... hurts." He hissed, before Havok's breathing grew more hoarse. Banto moved one step back. His mouth opened to ask what hurt, but he just saw a flurry of motion before him. A crazed expression, saliva at the sides of Havok's mouth, and then the pale, clawed hand forcing itself onto Banto's shoulder, causing the boy to crash to the ground. The impact knocked his breath away, and rattled something in Banto's head. All he saw next was something climbing on top of him, and he felt a cold set of sharp teeth clamp down on his throat. Banto's scream echoed across the mountains.
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Art Senshi
Demon
"Being a Prince of both worlds is kinda awesome."
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Post by Art Senshi on Jun 15, 2016 21:08:11 GMT
Art chuckled as he left Banto up top, rushing down into the pit to find Marzzi shovelling at the dirt like a dog. He pulled the smaller guy away to soak some of his magic into the stone, making it shift, and causing a large quantity of the ore around them begin to float. Marzzi was excited and almost squealing girlishly at it all, which made Art smile softly. He longed to see his friends happy, after knowing their Human life, in some ways, on a very personal level. He wanted both Marzzi and Banto to become great Angels, prove wrong the whispers he often heard passed around Aura, speaking of the two youngsters, the ones who, as Humans, destroyed Shiro. They all seemed to wonder if that violence still remained in Marzzi and Banto, and all Art wanted to do was prove them wrong. There were plenty of moments of success in Art's attempts to make his friends happy. But, he never predicted what happened next, what it would do. He and Marzzi joked over riding the ore back up to Aura like a flying island, until a scream broke off their laughter. Both their faces dropped, and they rushed to climb back up to the top.
There was blood, oozing along the floor, splattering around from where Havok tore into Banto's neck. The boy struggled, and Havok's grip only tightened, a growl of pure rage coming from the Kyuban, which made Art's heart drop, and he felt sick from the horrible coppery scent around them. Eventually Art found his voice, "Havok stop! Stop this!" Art called, trying to run forwards at the same time. But, the moment he touched Havok, the Kyuban whirled around, slashing across Art's arm. It stung, cold air seeping into the wound, but it had at least got Havok to let go of Banto.
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Post by Havok Feron on Jun 15, 2016 21:40:33 GMT
Havok hadn't really been Havok for years now. He'd bitten someone, and since then, everyone had been cautious. But Havok hadn't done anything violent since then, so eventually everyone thought he'd calmed down. For a time, Havok had, because he'd held back the drive to kill, being fed frequently. But gradually over the years, his hunger increased. He needed blood constantly, to stop the twists and pains in his stomach, the violent urges in his head. As Havok's whole body told him to kill, he tried to disobey it, which was hard to do. But he just thought about Sky and Art, his desire to protect his friends.
And for a long time that had helped. Until one day, it didn't. That morning, even Art looked like a meal to Havok for a moment. So small and weak, and easy to catch. But Havok had forced himself away from thinking about it. He'd seen Art's face, the innocent younger brother he'd come to know so well, and forced himself not to think like. Art was family, he was family, Havok would never hurt him. So he'd calmed down, until the search dragged on. And the hunger was so ravenous now that it caused Havok pain all across his body. He was moving against his will, dragging his hands cross rock, his mind panicking, unable to understand why this hurt so much.
Then he heard a voice, unable to recognise it in his state. Though, he did turn around, staring over to Banto. And although he was younger now, Havok still saw his old master. The one who'd owned him, who'd punished and harmed Havok into complete submission. He heard nothing after that, just remembered the pain Banto had caused. So much fear, and in that moment, Havok thought this boy, small and young as he was, might still be that old Banto, trying to control him. He'd attacked his master before, Havok had no hesitation to do it again. This time, he did so to draw sweet blood as well. Havok bit and tore at the boy, every struggle just made the damage worse. He turned around at another touch, attacking before looking. He saw Art wincing from the new slash on his arm, and for a moment, Havok stopped, staring at the injury he'd caused. He then turned back to Banto, when the heavily wounded boy tried to move away. He crawled, but Havok quickly caught up, digging nails into flesh to grab and drag Banto back, finding purchase on his neck again. He only got a moment of piercing the skin, before something heavy hit Havok over the head, and he felt his body go limp almost immediately, pushed to the side where he collapsed, knocked out.
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Post by Banto Night on Jun 15, 2016 22:05:13 GMT
The screams were soon muffled under the blood blocking and intruding into Banto's airway. He quickly choked on it, coughing and spluttering in panic as his head very quickly grew heavy. With the panic that remained, he had struggled relentlessly against Havok's grip, but all movement just seemed to tear a larger chunk out of his throat. For what felt like an hour, Banto struggled, until the grip suddenly released from his neck, the others coming to pull the monster off Banto. Because at this point, with his blood now dribbling down Havok's lips, there was no way Banto could see him as a person anymore. Choking, Banto gurgled something wordless, before trying to crawl away. He'd gotten a few feet before nails dug deep into his back, dragging the boy back into despair as teeth once again found his neck. It was only for a moment, but it tore even more flesh from the boy until Havok was finally knocked out. The moment of silence was met then immediately by Banto running out of air, choking on gallons of blood now pouring from his neck. He was quickly dying, and as an eight year old, Banto didn't know what to do about it. Other than lie there, struggle and cry. He vaguely heard Marzzi and Art come over to help. But there was another instinct in Banto. He was scared, and there was one person he turned to when this terrified. With that thought alone, what was left of Banto's magic opened up a portal below him, teleporting the boy way back, to the one set in his home. And with a sudden thump, the weak and pale Banto landed in the centre of his mother's dark and dust shack, begging with the last ounce of will that she'd be there to help.
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Post by Yume on Jun 16, 2016 21:51:44 GMT
It was still a strange concept to Yume, having Gensho around all the time, as more then just a friend and guest, and she knew she still didn't always act like they were together, though Gensho had gotten use to her ways... It was even stranger having a kid around to call her own, and while she wasn't the 'nicest' mother on the outside to anyone who saw them... Yume knew she was just far too overprotective of her boy, and wanted nothing more then to keep him safe. More so then anything knowing most of the Angels when he was first found wanted him dead, for what he did in the past life, but Yume of all people refused it, and all but snatched the boy away and growled at the king until he had no choice but to allow it to happen. Best thing in her life to be honest, this family she found herself in, even if she would never admit it for the life of her. It was another one of those days though, where Yume found herself in another argument with the surviving angels over her boys life, and she would be proud to admit that yes, said angels found themselves living their worst nightmares right now, Yume had to leave Banto at home though, and while she was already angry enough at the antics of her kind... She was livid to find him missing when she got back, she never minded him going out, she just liked being told with whom and where. Sitting on the sofa, arms crossed and expression neutral, Yume awaited for her boy to return... Never expecting him to appear with a thud behind almost dead from blood loss. Growling, Yume didn't show her concern as she dragged Banto onto the chair and looked over the wound. "Dammit kid. I'm going to kill the fucker that dared do this." Yume didn't know what to do, never being one for stitching up wounds, instead she geld a hand over the wound and began working out what to do. Realising there was no other way to help right now, Yume applied more pressure to the wound and tied it off, before fetching a medical kit and waving a hand over her sons face to send him in a sleep state that was fully controlled by her, as Yume stitched up the wound as best she could as to contact Tenshi for actual help, hoping Gensho would be back soon. The bleeding hadn't really stopped, but it was enough to keep her boy alive until better help. Closing her eyes, Yume set her magic to Tenshi, calling out and all but demanding she got down here, Yume knew she would, one of the few to accept Banto as he is. Tenshi arrived quickly, and set to work healing over the wound and removing the poor stitching skills... She received the rare thanks from Yume before leaving once more, allowing Yume to wake up her son... Cuddling him close, the only knowledge that she cared, Yume took a breath. "Your in so much trouble later mister. For now, who did this?" |
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Post by Banto Night on Jun 16, 2016 22:22:12 GMT
At least when Banto dreamed, it was a nice one. His mother at least always granted Banto that much. She'd show him the harshest of tough love during the day, when Banto came along crying or confused as to why other's still hated him, but the moment he fell asleep, it was always so peaceful or happy. He'd dream about spending time with his dad, usually just watching as the God of Night put on little light shows for him to enjoy, or flying around and getting to watch either of his parents work. Right now, slamming down onto the ground, already having blood soak into the wood, then being picked up and moved somewhere, Banto was just so confused and scared until his mother let him sleep. There wasn't as much in this dream, Yume controlled it all, and considering she was very much focused on stopping the bleeding wound that was taking away her son, it was understandable. Still, simple as it was, just watching the stars with both his parents, having them for once not argue or do anything silly, it let Banto relax.
When the magic wore off, Banto slowly came to, opening his eyes and coughing instinctively to remove anymore blood stuck in his throat, then marvelling at how nice it was to breath again. He also for one of those rare times, got to feel his mother's warmth in a hug. "M... mama?" He muttered, a voice that was incredibly dry and damaged, but still somewhat coherent as speech and not just a squeak. She asked what happened, and for a moment, Banto looked away, sheepishly pinching one of his fingers with his other hand. "W-well... Art and.. Marzzi came over." Banto cleared his throat again, lips trembling a little now as well, "We went to explore and... and.. H-Havok got all angry all of a sudden." Banto paused, feeling awfully cold after remembering the whole ordeal, and naturally put his own arms around his mother, not wanting to leave her safety right now. "H-he tried to eat me."
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Post by Yume on Jun 19, 2016 21:06:04 GMT
Yume should have known it was those two who were part of the cause for this. Her son never disobeyed anything unless they were involved. Yume was mad, but for the reason of that they let her boy get hurt so much... Though at the same time, she could not be mad at the Kyuban as much as she wanted for causing such pain fall unto her son. She loves one, and while Gensho isn't one to let his urges control him, he still had that blood just like Havok... As much it angered Yume to admit to herself. But even in thinking that Yume's eyes hardened and she pulled back slightly to look at her son. "I don't want you hanging with those boys anymore... Bad influence and they get you into dangerous situations. Understand me Banto? You nearly died today... I wont let that happen, you disobey this, and I will find a way to make sure you cant... If you disobey this, then Havok will suffer..." Not an empty threat, but it wouldn't be her killing him, just making sure there was no way for him to hurt someone else. "Promise me boy... I'm not going to lose you." It was the only time she would ever show how much she really cared in words, Yume not being able to do so in any other way, not knowing how, even with Gensho.
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Post by Banto Night on Jun 19, 2016 21:29:15 GMT
Banto always remembered his mother warning him to stay around the house. Wandering around the wastelands were fine, but everywhere else was hostile. He'd never understood why, why the world seemed to hate him so much, and his mother always just explained that no one liked him and he should just deal with that. When meeting Art and Marzzi, being shocked by how nice they were to him, made Banto rebel against the rules. He thought that if his mother was wrong about no one liking him, then perhaps the world wasn't so dangerous either. All it took was a brush with death to traumatise the boy into believing his mother once more. Even so, even if he knew exactly what his mother was going to tell him next, it still made Banto blubber, and shake his head. He didn't want to agree once more, throw away the fun and the freedom he had with his friends. But, every time he saw them, he saw... that monster too, and he felt his throat flare in pain again. So after a bit more sniffling, trying to bury himself into the fabric of his mother's clothes, Banto finally nodded. "I p-promise." He whispered. Calming down a little, Banto's eyelids felt heavier, exhausted from this whole experience. He blinked a few times, before looking up to Yume. "M... mama? I'm... I'm sorry i-if I made you m-mad."
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Post by Yume on Jun 19, 2016 21:38:16 GMT
Despite herself, Yume relaxed and held her son close. Ever since she all but threatened the king the day she adopted him, her walls had come down and Yume knew it showed still, even if it was rare, like now. Breathing in, Yume gave a small kiss to Banto head. "Mama's not mad. Not really, just scared for her little boy and worried she may lose him one day." It was true, part of the reason she never let him go anywhere either... She knew many now they knew who he was didn't want him alive, and it only took one visit from Kaku or meeting the wrong person for Banto to be in a bad state, like now. Yume couldn't deal with that, now she's let her walls down. "Go to sleep kiddo, I'll be right here when you wake up..." Waiting for Banto to fall asleep, Yume laid him across the sofa, setting a pillow under his head and a blackest over him, before making tea and grabbing a book, sitting next to him and stroking his hair, making sure he had the sweetest dreams of them all, hiding away from the nightmares she could easily give him. Yume was tough most days, but knew when she had to be soft with him, but she always made sure that no matter what, Banto knew she loved him... She hoped he did know that.
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Post by Gensho Night on Jun 20, 2016 22:16:57 GMT
There was a strain involved when remaining a Kyuban in a time when their master no longer controlled them. Gensho could say his urges were gone, but he still needed to feed for his own sake. Fortunately, wildlife fit the bill in that respect, and ever since the horrible thing Gensho had done during the war, he'd never lost control so much. He could enjoy life again, like the happy Demon he really was. Yume was a surprise, in many ways. To have her as his... partner? Was a shocking but welcomed development, although it still confused Gensho to this day if Yume was just tricking him or actually acted upon her feelings on purpose. What made Gensho start to believe that Yume was opening up a little was when she came back to her home, with a bundle in her arms, and then a child in both their lives. Gensho didn't care who Banto might have been once. Yes, he'd done awful things, to everyone, but this Banto was not the same. He just liked to read, to hear stories, to marvel at Gensho's magic and wish that he could do the same one day. It didn't take long for the Demon to adjust his life willingly around both Yume and Banto, practically moving in to spend time with them both. The afternoon was still rather young, so Gensho didn't need to do anything yet. Instead he travelled home, after visiting his brother, opening the door quietly. Usually he was met with a sudden hug, but today was different. It was silent inside, so Gensho tiptoed in, red eyes curiously looking around. He spotted the strange patch of dark on the wooden floor, and the coppery smell. It made his heart jump into his throat for a moment, before turning the corner, seeing Yume reading a book, hand stroking some of Banto's hair as the boy slept comfortably. Gensho let his worries disappear, and a new kind of smile reach his lips. A very wide grin, just seeing Yume act like... well like a mother, a caring one. It was just adorable, and proof of what good Banto did for her, just as what good she did for the little boy. He continued into the room quietly, unable to help the little squeal of content joy at seeing them both act so close. He didn't want to speak, so just sat down in the chair opposite them both, dropping his head onto one hand, and wriggled his brow at Yume with a grin, hoping she understood what made Gensho look so goofy right now.
He did frown though, giving little Banto a look over, at the stain of red around his clothes, and mark on his neck. Gensho silently pointed his way, then motioned to his own neck to silently ask Yume, what happened?
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