All Alone

[Devil]

"Let's take a break for a while." The dark haired female says as she takes a seat upon a flat rock. At this time of day the sky brewed a gentle light, a golden broth to mingle with the white cotton and ocean blue. She yawns and doesn't yet look at the man next to her. He is to greet her with a questioning look as he takes a seat adjacent. Before them was a rectangular and large school somewhere in Highfield. The area was governed by pavement and on the outskirts of the pavement, grass and a few trees. Near the school was a playground, without the children.

"You're certain this is the place?" The man asks. He looks to be in his late twenties and has an unruly amount of facial hair. His hair is in a long braid. By this time the onyx haired female has withdrawn a deck of cards from a pouch strapped to her waist. A hefty bokken neighbours the pouch on her waist. "Positive." His brow elevates even more when she starts to cut the deck, shuffles, and offers him the cards. "Shuffle them anyway you want and deal me five cards. I want to show you a magic trick."

"Yukimura, this isn't the time for games. The intel on Hunter's research is apparently right over there and you want to show me this grade school bullshit?" He barks immediately and declines the offering of cards. She doesn't appear to be phased by his harsh tone. "Come on, you'll like it." She semi-humbly rebuts. "Yuki-!"

Blood suddenly flies in every direction. The syrupy crimson covers Yukimura's clothing like a blanket as the fountain of red comes to a gradual stop. The atmosphere darkens and the sound of a lady crying in the distance can be heard clearer than a dog would a whistle. The achromatic haired girl's eyes narrow as she notes that her partner's shoulder had been torn and lacerate by the vicious bite of one of 'them'. She nonchalantly puts the deck of cards back into her pouch before clenching onto her bokken. Erecting her posture and standing up she swings the wooden object and crushes the brittle skull of the undead with good swing of her weapon. Her partner descends to the ground heavily. She sighs. "I'm alone."

Before the virus could infect him she uses the bokken to break his skull. "Better off dying human, at least." She chimes before swinging her weapon rid of the blood. It comes off and forms a scarlet U shape on the ground. "Alone, and there's a Siren around."

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C H A R K E N N E D Y
"Boring~."

A soft, rough voice would make reference to his own actions in the soft spoken comment. Two crimson eyes would look down at the result of a recent death of what appeared to be a dove. A bad omen to say the least. It's head had been ripped off by it's predator, and considering the ease of the attack, it had to have been an animal with a decent sized mouth; a humanoid most likely. As the brooding figure would stand there, lifelessly imitating those in which would illuminate the earth with a horror it had never seen, he would only work to waste time. A tall black collar would stroke the back of the pale neck which made up the young man's skin. He was remarkably comfortable with the image of this horrific death. The dove was a sign of divinity, and to see it here, so beautifully mutilated, it made the young man itch. A gloved right hand would move to the back of the young man's head, slowly stroking it as he would contemplate his next move. To his vanguard stood an incredibly intimidating squadron of trees, to his back, nothing worth investigating. Two shoulders would rise as Char's lips would intake an incredible breath.

Char's eyes would roll as he would exhale, sighing incredibly as a means to show his distaste. He had eaten not too long ago, and it was making him a bit more lazy than he normally would be in situations like this. Prey was obviously in the vicinity of this wooded area, and yet for some reason, he wasn't excited, unexpected for a character of his volition. Two military boots would drag themselves against the concrete as he would make his way towards the enigmatic forest. The first step however, would find itself reaching not only over, but on top of the corpse of the holy bird. Thick, red fluid would ooze from either side of the snow white bird, quickly transforming it's virgin image into something much less innocent. His hands would slowly slide into his pockets in the process as well, his posture slowly sliding into something much less intimidating. This wasn't a good mood to be in, but after six months on the prowl, it was almost as though the spirit was the only thing willing. He wanted action, not expectancy. The huge explosions, and armies of the undead were the things he dreamed about not walking around the woods seeing dead birds. He wanted to live a movie, and as of right now, he was in a documentary. Perhaps it was the monotony, or genuine disinterest... but whatever it was, it would be reiterated with a simple, repeatable phrase.

"So, boring."

[Devil]

A peculiar smile mars the female's face as she continues to pass along, leaving both corpses to likely be fed on by nightfall. She did not appear to be wary of this. Slowly she saunters towards the forested area. This required her to take an evasive route. She needed to get away from 'Them'. They were nearby and Yukimura can easily decipher this fact by the whining, the weeping - even the mourning of a young woman she could hear from afar. The voice was beautiful but eccentric to the feel; each soundwave was like a taunting, cool blade running seductively down her stomach. It lingered within every nerve in her body and nearly bound her; but for some reason this girl went on where so many others fell. Her footsteps are light and bestow the grace of a prudent cat; they are like feathers gracing the hard ground. First she would bend down and pick up a small can of what looked to be soup at some point, stained baldly by the remnants of broth. Some vomit adhered to it but she ignores this. Continuing onward she gets up an elongated ribbon of concrete, her main route, before marching into the depths of the forest.

The sound was reverberating from the central area of the forest. She was in visual range of another humanoid at this point but there problem was she couldn't tell what was undead and what wasn't at this rank. There were a few strays around at the moment. "One, two, three... Four? Five including the hunter." She whispers. They were all in her way so she had to act coherently. She tosses the can and it strategically hits a flat rock. Immediately 'They' crane their attention towards the sharp noise that stilettos their attentive sense of hearing. Then she creeps behind them as they make their way to the now distant soup can. She can see a male in the distance and if they didn't immediately move she might have located an actual human.

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