Death's Domain

[Bi0hazard]

*Tatsuo laughs lightly* don't make yourself sick. Some of them are sweet and some are sour. you go too quick and you'll regret it.

"you sound like onii " she laughs as rolls off the table

 

[Makoto Yuki]

Kagetane sighs. "fine....sorry for trying to help.." he laughs.

 

[Kayame]

Kagetane sighs. "fine....sorry for trying to help.." he laughs.

I nodd then look at him as I continue smoking *
" So, what is it that I need to help you with ?"

 

[Makoto Yuki]

"im trying to get answers of my own.." He sighs.

 

[Kayame]

"Hmm..? Is that so? And just what kind of answers are you looking for?"

 

[AMystery]

"you sound like onii " she laughs as rolls off the table

...oni? as in a demon? *Tatsuo remains by the edge of the kitchen, peeling veg as he keeps an eye on the kid and the working shadows*

 

[Bi0hazard]

"Hmm..? Is that so? And just what kind of answers are you looking for?"

"no onii-san like big brother"

 

[AMystery]

"no onii-san like big brother"

Ohh...you have a big brother? *passes the peeled veg to a shadow that gets to work with them as Tatsuo starts checking a list of things that need making*

 

[Bi0hazard]

"yes...i don't get to see him "

 

[AMystery]

"yes...i don't get to see him "

*he looks up from his list to look at her* how come?

 

[Never]

His crosshair on the boy picking Veg, it wasn't his target, it was just one of his target's little servants. He sighed and picked up his weapon, dismantling it and packing it up into a bag which went around his back. He stood up and put his hands in his pockets, rolling around the metal needle in his mouth - thinking.

"...."

 

[AMystery]

His crosshair on the boy picking Veg, it wasn't his target, it was just one of his target's little servants. He sighed and picked up his weapon, dismantling it and packing it up into a bag which went around his back. He stood up and put his hands in his pockets, rolling around the metal needle in his mouth - thinking.

"...."

*a few moments pass before an elderly man appears standing behind you in butler like clothing and a tray of drinks in his hand* Do you require any assistance?

 

[Never]

*a few moments pass before an elderly man appears standing behind you in butler like clothing and a tray of drinks in his hand* Do you require any assistance?

Reacting, the man spins around whipping out a gun with much resemblance to a revolver, yet it had a more sci-fi touch to it. The end of the gun centimetres from the old butler.

"..."

"..."

"...Sorry." He puts the gun away under his coat.

 

[AMystery]

Reacting, the man spins around whipping out a gun with much resemblance to a revolver, yet it had a more sci-fi touch to it. The end of the gun centimetres from the old butler.

"..."

"..."

"...Sorry." He puts the gun away under his coat.

*The man acts like nothing happened* Do you require any assistance?

 

[Never]

*The man acts like nothing happened* Do you require any assistance?

"Um. Only that you do not mention me being here..."

The Man begins to walk away.

 

[AMystery]

"Um. Only that you do not mention me being here..."

The Man begins to walk away.

You realise she would already know. *he bows, gesturing to the door* do you not want to come inside for some refreshment?

 

[Never]

You realise she would already know. *he bows, gesturing to the door* do you not want to come inside for some refreshment?

"Yes. You're Quick for an old man"

He takes the metal needle out of his mouth and places it in his pocket.

"Ok then. Lead on."

 

[AMystery]

"Yes. You're Quick for an old man"

He takes the metal needle out of his mouth and places it in his pocket.

"Ok then. Lead on."

*the man stands and turns to start walking towards the house* Of course, I'm not human after all.

 

[Never]

*the man stands and turns to start walking towards the house* Of course, I'm not human after all.

"True...How is Amy?"

He follows behind.

 

[AMystery]

"True...How is Amy?"

He follows behind.

Dead. as usual. Do you wish to pay her a visit? *the reach the house and start walking down the corridor*