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 Posted: Mon May 02, 2016 7:48 am
 *~::The Last Bonfire::~*"...The last respite for weary Souls."In the heart of Iwatodai, there is a certain place...a back alley hole-in-the-wall that has stood there, in this same place, tended by the same 'family', possessed of the same unique quirks since the days long before 'Iwatodai' was ever even truly a city. It stood once a place amidst little, and though time has seen the walls of a city go up around it, hemming it in to this forgettable little locale somewhere in the Southern heart of Japan, it continues to stand and endure...a remnant of a forgotten past. This place serves anyone, but tends to get little business apart from the sparse regulars, and these are the weariest of souls, travelers from other places and lands looking for somewhere to truly rest...to forget their burdens and feel safe, at home...or as home as they might be these days.
It is called 'The Last Bonfire', the most ignored of dive bars...owned by a man whose past is almost a complete mystery and tended by a blind woman who says even less...and if there is a place in a city where you want to feel outside your world, there is nowhere else to turn but here.
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And while it is common knowledge that the man who owns this bar and the strange bartender live in this place, it is unknown to almost any what secrets may be found within this bar that are not meant for any normal patron to uncover. What embers of ages past lay beneath the foundation...only those who enter bearing a certain truth may ever truly know.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2016 11:08 am
Lehran Decima, Sorcerer Prince Proprietor of the Last Bonfire
"The poor, wretched souls...be they lord or legend, the curse shows no mercy. What a sham..."There was something haunting about living for as long as he had and remembering so little. He liked to imagine that it was the alcohol in this place. But he knew better than that. He didn't remember them all, the lives, the deaths, the motivations, the power...but he knew still the nature of his ailment, what stripped away the memories and the pieces of his soul, stirring the ashes of his heart to smother the remaining embers one cruel twist at a time. In the end, he was sure that the last thing he remembered would be just that...the curse, the black brand, and what it meant to him...that everything he loved that made him what he had once been had been stolen away by his most cruel fate. And then, he would remember nothing...lose the last vestiges of his Humanity, become true ash, unfit to become kindling for the Flame. After coming so far, living this long...
...He drowned that thought with a small drink and let the glass clatter harmlessly to the flat of the bar and signaled with his hand, the silent barkeeper instinctively finding it with her hand and smoothly depositing it in the sink where she began to clean it out with a practiced hand. They had kept their current ruse up for some twenty odd years now, but they had been together in this spot for far longer. They weren't so much friends, and certainly nothing more than that, instead something like a guilty protectorate and a ward without a say in the matter of being protected. He couldn't even remember if they had ever spoken about it, or if there was a reason that they had settled in this place together...no, now that he thought of it...there was a reason. One single reason that he could recall amidst the haze of years and deaths and life unending.
This was the Last Bonfire, both in name and in actuality. The place where the fire linked to the Flame, and where the embers of his own life smoldered, almost as if waiting for that something that would stoke them to life for one last blaze before his end. And he had been waiting a long time now...so very long...
"You should go downstairs and take a minute to check on it," he spoke without looking at his only companion in the bar, noting that it was early for customers, but that they might yet have guests soon all the same. Wordlessly, the bartender nodded and moved into the back of the bar, leaving him alone, speaking idly in the dimly loot room that faintly smelled of the hard mead alcohol which had made this dive so famous among its maybe-dozen patrons, "After all, I've heard the Bell a few times now...they'll all be coming here soon. Like moths to a flame..."
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2016 11:20 am
 Misuzu Gatsuki, PyromancerShe could not explain it....
Something had been beckoning her...Had been summoning her towards the area. Partly the reason she had left the hilltop in such a hurry....
'This place...' she thought to herself, before lightly rapping on the door. A soft, quiet knock.
"Um...Hello there? Is this Establishment currently accepting business?" she spoke softly, her innermost stirrings urging her to push her way into the bar without thinking. The door had been pushed open...and she found herself seeing the white haired male, and his companion at the bar quietly. She froze for a bit, letting the silence in the air linger...Before she mustered up the courage to sound out a proper greeting.
"Hail Fellows...Well Met." she replied, bowing her head at the two. She could not be certain if she was even welcome in this kind of establishment, or if it was an error to walk this way...But she was unable to help it.
Something had beckoned her....Summoned her..Called her. And, with a sort of familiar presence coming from the white haired one...
She had a feeling it was not mere chance that brought her there.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2016 11:41 am
Lehran Decima, Sorcerer Prince Proprietor of the Last Bonfire
"The poor, wretched souls...be they lord or legend, the curse shows no mercy. What a sham..."He felt the presence before he heard the knock. Something sunk inside of his stomach even as his chest threatened to flutter at the sound of a voice, the air of his door opening and the sense of an intruder in this space with a familiar warmth about them. He turned on his stool and glanced over his shoulder, spying the pink-haired girl and noting at once her peculiar manner of speech. Anyone might have found her a touch odd, but to someone like him, her story was as clear as the light of day.
"Don't be shy. Come in," he let his lips curl faintly, wryly, as she had already welcomed herself inside...not that he minded it, at all. Instead, he lifted his glass and took a short sip of the refilled drought that his faithful bartender had given him only a moment before, leveling a piercing but not at all withering look at the girl. Still just a girl, too...young, though not too young. Idly he wondered if he had been quite that young back then, when...his mind fogged, and drifted. "Unkindled, are we? Well you've come to the right place," the white-haired man spoke calmly, his deep voice smooth and not betraying any particular thought or emotion as he did. But he was hospitable nonetheless, and even as he examined her the air in the place felt a little warmer, a little more welcoming. She would not find this place to be at all uncomfortable for her, no matter how foreign it might have been. "Many like you and I find their way to this place. You are not the first I've seen today, and I doubt you will be the last. But here, all Unkindled are welcome," he nodded, leaning back against the bar as he swished the drink within his glass between his fingers. Unlike her, he had adapted to the modern world over time, but it was nice to slip back into a more naturally rustic form of speech now and again. He couldn't be sure if that's what he was doing right now, though...language, ages, they all sort of blended together sometimes. Time had changed much, and yet, it remained so painfully the same.
"Forgive me, I get distracted," he apologized after a pause, "I am Lehran Decima, Sorcerer of Vinheim, and this is 'The Last Bonfire'. I am like you...though, much different at the same time. At..." He trailed off as if to grasp a thought, but it fled just as quickly as it had come. "At least for the time being, you...and the others like us...may consider this place to be your new haven. ...Oh, go on...if you have questions, you may as well ask them. It's mostly all I'm good for, these days...ha ha..."
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2016 11:59 am
Misuzu Gatsuki, PyromancerMisuzu clenched her hands lightly as the boy spoke to her...A knowledgeable, smooth...and calm voice. Hearing the boy speak to her so casually...A sense of familiarity resounded within her.....
Something that he had assured with the manner in which he spoke. The word 'Unkindled.'..Something that weighed heavily on her, in her most trying...quiet moments. He welcomed her, along with any others like her in the bar. The..'Last. Bonfire.'
"I thank you most graciously for your kind patronage." she sounded to the boy, bowing her head deeply. He introduced himself as well...Lehran Decima...A Sorceror of Vinheim.
'So...he is a practitioner of the arts arcane..' she thought to herself, reaching into her pocket to pull out her glowing, bright glove.
"My name is Misuzu Gatsuki. I am a Pyromancer of what is known now as 'Fukuoka.'." she returned in kind, storing the glove back after she was assured he had an adequate look at it. "I do indeed have many questions...but, a variety of those are the kind of things that no one can answer."
'Why was I chosen...Why have I been selected? What do we do to stop it?'
The questions rang in her mind...but, she decided to settle for a few simpler ones...Wanting to keep her attention known, but not overwhelming. It was...unseemly, after all.
"I do wish to know what my purpose is.." she posed to the boy, a bit roundabout...but a question nevertheless. "What my purpose is...As an unkindled. What I am meant to...Destined to do."
She could blindly help people until her own fire burned out....but, surely there was something that she could do greater than that.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2016 12:20 pm
Lehran Decima, Sorcerer Prince Proprietor of the Last Bonfire
"The poor, wretched souls...be they lord or legend, the curse shows no mercy. What a sham..."This one wasn't long revived into this world; time had taught him that certain questions tended to fade as time passed for an Unkindled, and that other questions and concerns always took their place in the end. This one, Misuzu as she had called herself, still seemed to be getting her bearings and trying to decide which of the many questions in her mind were even worth asking in the first place. A newcomer, but that didn't mean she was any more or less condemned than the rest of them. He could see that there were some things that she wanted to ask and didn't, and some that she likely didn't want to ask and couldn't. He didn't press her. Not because he was especially considerate, but mostly because over time he had lost interest in many of the questions themselves...or forgotten so many of the answers. But he remembered the important things, and she had narrowed down her questions right to the heart of the matter. That was simple enough that he was grateful for it. Taking a breath, he reached for the words he'd spoken before to the others.
"In the end, that's the only question that really matters, isn't it? There are some questions likely bouncing around in your mind for which there are no answers...or no answers that will bring you any comfort," he sighed and let out a little breath, taking a sip of his drink and glancing upward, as though to someone through the ceiling leading up tot he second floor ruefully, "The world stands upon the brink...the First Flame, burning at the Heart of this and many worlds, is fading. And so the Lords of Cinder, great Souls who gave their lives to sustain this Age of Fire, have risen from their ancient graves...but rather than return to again be kindling for the First Flame, they wander...aimless, thoughtless, and the Fire fades..." His eyes dropped for a moment, glancing down at the floor now...as if staring into the heart of the abyss below, or something beneath the boards. A weight fell upon him, and she could see it on his sinking shoulders.
"We...are all that is left. We Unkindled...unfit even to be cinders...must find a way to return the Souls of the Lords of Cinder to the Flame...or risk allowing this world, and many others, perhaps, to sink into an Age of Dark. ...That, Misuzu Gatsuki, is our purpose...though, how any Unkindled could achieve such an impossible task on their own...ha ha..."
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2016 12:45 pm
Misuzu Gatsuki, PyromancerMisuzu held her head up high, watching as the boy sighed...preparing to answer her questions...and accurately ascertained why she had narrowed down her questions. In truth, most of her questions wouldn't provide her any comfort...But, as he spoke of their true purpose....And what they were for.
'A being..unfit be cinders for a flame..' she though with a somber expression, watching as the man's shoulders sank. He knew of what they were...and she could see the experience in his eyes. No...more than that...Fatigue.
The Lords of Cinder....an imposing title for a myriad of beings...Those who wandered....and the world would be threatened by their absence. She let out a breath she did not know she was holding in.....As he gave her their purpose, and a pessimistic outlook on the matter. She opened her mouth, wanting to protest...but a part of her could feel the same dread. A being like a Lord of Cinder.....Compared to a being, unfit to even kindle a flame....
"How..long have you at this herculean task..?" she asked the boy, as she gripped her arm slightly. She was not sure she even wanted to know....And she was not sure herself how long she had been wandering...aimlessly. She paused for a few moments...before chancing her fortune on a second question.
"And...have you been able to ascertain where one of these..'Lords of Cinder' may be..?"
She could not face one of them alone..for sure. And she was not sure she could ever face one...But, if she was risking learning so many things about her purpose...If it was part of her predestined goal....
Then..she would have to face them...one day. Some day....
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2016 7:59 am
Lehran Decima, Sorcerer Prince Proprietor of the Last Bonfire
"The poor, wretched souls...be they lord or legend, the curse shows no mercy. What a sham..."He could see that the weight of his words and her own situation was pressing down upon her as he spoke, but even if it was hard to hear, it was better that the truth and the impossibility of the fate of the Unkindled be laid out before her plainly. It wouldn't do anybody good to lie, as one day, the Lords of Cinder must be defeated and returned to their thrones. And only they, the cursed, could possibly achieve such a task. Except...it was such an impossible thing to defeat the Lords of Cinder that he could barely even imagine what the endgame of that task might be. He listened to her as she finally spoke again, gripping her arm in uncertainty...and he let his lips curl into a wry smile and took another drink, feeling the ice clink against the empty bottom of his glass again. Like hope, his cup had run dry...how fitting.
"Oh, I've been here for some time. You're not like to find anyone living that shares more history with the Lords of Cinder than I," the white haired man set his glass down and tapped the top of the bar, a sign that lead the blind barkeeper to move by and take the glass away like clockwork, "The paths to the Lords of Cinder are wrought with peril. And for us cursed undead, to walk the path is to invite death upon death. If you wish to know where to find them, however, I can tell you that this is the starting line of your journey. This place, the Last Bonfire...you will return here, again and again. ...Well, I suppose I could tell you more, but the remembering is...difficult, these days. If you insist on moving forward, then I'd prefer to wait until the others arrive to set you on the path...if you don't mind the wait." He spoke a bit vaguely, but he hoped that she wouldn't mind. There was a reason for everything, whether it was the haziness of his own memories or the things in their fate that she was better off not knowing...at least not yet...he fulfilled his current role as he saw fit. He might have been somewhat broken down by the years, but that didn't mean he was heartless...or that he was completely shattered just yet.
"Misuzu, remember this..." he added, scooping up his refilled glass from the countertop and spinning it between his fingers, "...Whether you seek the Lords of Cinder, or you don't, to maintain your Humanity and become stronger...you must fight. You must collect demon's Souls. And when you do, bring them here to me...to us. For now, that should be your main goal. The rest...you will discover along the way. So long as you and I do not go Hollow..."
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2016 4:34 pm
Misuzu Gatsuki, PyromancerThat Wry smile, the tired expression...and how he sullenly drank....
Misuzu could tell at a glance that her questions had merited a powerful response...Even though his words were but cold facts. If she were to face the lords...She would die...
Again..and again..And again. The place she resided in would become familiar to her, through her myriad of deaths. This would be the first time she was visiting...
And yet, she could tell it was not going to be the last. The man before her was of many things...but a liar did not seem to be one of them. Hearing him remark on how remembering was...difficult, she involuntarily pressed her knees together.
"The Dark Sign..' she thought, with a heavy weight on her chest. It was the cause of this...The reason they would be at this goal..time, and time again.
"I am not adverse to prolonging my stay here." she stated to the man, moving towards the bar alongside him as he spoke again...this time, of her purpose. How she would need to constantly fight...To collect the souls of demons...And to bring it to them. A warning against becoming a mindles husk...A preventative gesture...and a kind one, at that. Despite his cold words...She could sense an air of kindness in telling her this. Or...was it merely wishing to prevent another from succumbing to that grisly fate?
"I will do as is required of me." she called, taking a seat at the counter, and setting her own weapons on the table. The Axe, of which she wielded in self defense...And the pyromancy glove...An heirloom from...What she presumed was her homeland.
The years had felt longer than they were..But, at the same time, she couldn't grasp entirely how long it had been. A work of the curse...perhaps?
Either way, she started to slacken her stance at the Bar, moving to find what comfort she could in this wayward area. If she was going to be coming back here...Time, and time again...It would be imperative to get a feel for it immediately.
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2016 7:24 pm
 ::Haruna Kageki, Odd Job Ninja::Perhaps it was obvious to the others’ that Haruna knew her way around Iwatodai as she led them to their destination, not like they needed a guide though – she was more or less sure they could sense the presence of the place they were going to like she could. Nonetheless, she took them through the quickest routes; making her past -not exactly legal related- visits here all worth it! At this rate they would be there in no time! However, she wasn’t all that talkative along the way: she would respond if she was talked to in her usual easy going manner, but wouldn’t join conversations otherwise. It was because of the unexpected run-in with Murakumo. I mean, how could anyone accept meeting the person they killed so suddenly? It just wasn’t natural… Not like she had the right to complain considering she was pretty much a walking corpse herself, but still! It would take a little time for her to be comfortable about this, if at all. Once they reached the bar, Haruna curiously examined the sign, more specifically, the name, “The Last Bonfire, huh? Well, what are we waiting for!” showing no signs of hesitation, the girl opened the door and popped her head inside, “Hello?” She cooed as she curiously looked around before taking a step inside. What was with this place?
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2016 2:14 pm
 Miho Moyasu
Miho followed Haruna into The Last Bonfire, holding the door open for Murakumo so the younger girl would have no trouble entering. This... this definitely felt like a place where she was supposed to be, but there was no easy way to explain it. Lacking any other potential... forlǫg, maybe. "No alcohol." she told Murakumo and Haruna, although they were welcome to have drinks that were appropriate for their age. She leaned towards fruit juice, herself, which seemed healthy enough (and tastier than soda, too). Now, how to go about getting information here...?
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2016 3:52 pm
Lehran Decima, Sorcerer Prince Proprietor of the Last Bonfire
"The poor, wretched souls...be they lord or legend, the curse shows no mercy. What a sham..."He didn't need to look to feel the way that his words, the truth of their situation, weighed on the mind of the girl. Years upon years, and countless dealings with those similar to her had made the reactions of others somewhat predictable to him, but even now there were those who could manage to surprise him. She looked slight and timid, but there was a strength in her words every time that she talked that made him believe that there could be something different about this one compared with many of the unfortunate souls that had cracked under the weight of the Unkindled burden and gone hollow. Maybe...no, no he didn't dare get his hopes up after all this time. He could scarcely remember a time when he knew how to truly hope, when a future for himself and the cursed people was anything more than a faint, careless whisper in the wind, the sort of flight of fancy that only fools allowed themselves to entertain. But then...there must have been something inside of him that was worth holding onto, some memory, some lingering desire or hope that kept him going...even if he couldn't put a name or a face to it, after all the years he was still sane, still Unkindled, still not...hollow. And so maybe it wasn't wrong, just a little, to look at a girl suffering under their curse who was willing to look on the bright side and fight, and wish her...knowing it was a foolish notion...some measure of hope.
...He nodded at her response and motioned towards a stool, but before he could say anything more to her he felt the presence of others...drawn, perhaps, by the fate that guided them one and all to the bonfires, towards their inevitable doom. Glancing over his shoulder he saw them...a slight girl, but with the light-footed gait of someone versed in the art of stealth...and a long-haired woman that walked with the confident stride of someone powerful. Two more Unkindled...all drawn to this place, to his 'shrine' tucked away in the heart of nowhere. This was no coincidence, no whim of fate. What he had long suspected, what he had known but rarely said, was now undoubtedly upon them. The Age of Fire was at its end...
"Ah, two more Unkindled, drawn to my Bonfire. That makes four of you now that have come..." he trailed off, turning on his stool, drink still between his fingers as he studied them with heavy eyelids and a piercing gaze, "...with such a number, I wonder. Even if the end game is nothing but folly, perhaps you all might go further. Further even than..."
He stopped, glancing down into the bottom of his glass for a moment, before taking a smooth sip of the burning liquid. The powerful woman could perhaps convince the young ones not to drink (not that he'd serve them regardless), but he was as married to his alcohol as the years had made him. He lowered the glass slowly...and smiled slowly, as if forcing it through the weight of the years and the toils long heaped upon him. He would smile to spite it...among other reasons.
"Forgive me, again. It's been...a long time since I entertained so many Unkindled. ...Ashen Ones, I invite you to make yourselves welcome as can be here," he began again, glancing at Misuzu as if in apology for having to repeat himself, "I am Lehran Decima, or 'Dez' if you like. And this is the Last Bonfire. You've come here because you were compelled to do so. This is, after all, where the Fate of the Unkindled begins. And so it shall be again...and again...and again. Until your task is done...or you go hollow. ...For longer than you know, I have kept this place as a haven for the Unkindled, branded, cursed ones such as yourselves. ...Consider yourselves welcome to stay here, so long as you embrace this hopeless destiny. It is as close to home as you are like to find now in these last days of this world."
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2016 7:18 pm
Murakumo Yato Murakumo had been standing outside, eyeing the building they were about to enter up and down, feeling a strong urge to step through the doorway, to find what had brought her and her companions here. As Haruna opened the door to reveal it was a bar, Miho warned the two younger girls away from alcohol and Murakumo nodded affirmative. "Of course, onee-sama."Having been out of sight of the man she heard inside speaking to them, she understood how he missed speaking about her, but she still frowned slightly at being left out. Stepping past Miho as she held the door for her, Murakumo moved a short distance into the dimly lit room. Looking around, she noted the bartender, as well as the pink-haired girl from the hilltop earlier, greeting her with a nod. Finding herself a seat out of the way, Murakumo sat down on the edge of the chair and eyed their host curiously, hoping to hear more about what it was, exactly, that they were going through.
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 8:00 am
Misuzu Gatsuki, PyromancerMisuzu nodded and listened as Lehran showed her to a stool, and began to speak...downing parts of his drink as he repeated what he had told her. The ones from the hilltop in Inaba....along with another unfamiliar one had strode in...The older woman prohibiting the others from drinking any alcohol. With such a number, she could hear the faintest of hope shimmering in Lehran's voice. He went on in a practiced gesture, speaking about how he was welcoming them to this bar, anytime. How it drew them in with their nature...Some place for them to be able to feel..safe. At home...
Or, until their minds would leave them, and they would hollow out. So long as they embraced their destiny...Took their task into their hands...And tried, despite all of the potential failure.
"I will..do everything I am capable of accomplishing.." she assured the man, no more words necessary in her eyes. She turned to the others at this, bowing her head, and then lightly curtsying in turn.
"Hail fellows, well met." she spoke, taking her things back from atop the bar, and putting them back into her pockets. "I am most apologetic for leaving you at that location with the nameless monster. I did not wish to intrude on your...moment."
The thought of it made her feel a bit awkward, though judging by how the one with the two swords spoke to the red head, it seemed it was less of a mother's affection, and more like an older sister. That was...less peculiar to her.
"My name is Misuzu Gatsuki." she added to the others, also noticing the other girl with a polite bow again. "Do not fret for my condition. I am most capable of maintaining myself."
She could not remember precisely, but she knew she had been around for a considerable amount of time. A myriad of lost memories....Some faded thoughts from a time in the past...
Would she recover them if she were to continue on this path? She was not sure...
"I am also trained in the art of Pyromancy." she added, as if tacking on a small footnote to her introduction. It was...a strange art...But, she presumed it would be best to inform them right away.
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 2:59 pm
::Haruna Kageki, Odd Job Ninja:: “Eeeh?” Haruna responded when Miho told her she couldn’t have an adult beverage, “Why not? I’ve had it before.” Being raised in a shady background made those sorts of things more ‘acceptable’ in a sense, as matter of fact, the girl could remember one of her ‘friends’ offering her a drink on a daily basis. She never accepted it though since she didn’t particularly like the taste of alcohol. Why was this time different? It wasn't really; she mostly protested as a joke because it was odd for her to suddenly be treated like a child, but perhaps she also wanted one partially due to the stress racking events that were only going to pile up from here… Although, juice does taste a lot better. However, the thief’s attention was quickly stolen away from the trivial matter when their kind host started speaking. “I see, I see. So, Dez, what is our task then?” she said as she walked toward the bar with a seemingly carefree smile. Haruna knew there was no point in worrying about the risks if she failed -high risk was a natural part of her former life after all- but what she was concerned about was why she was alive again - she had previously tried pushing those thoughts away, but now that her victim was ‘alive’ and well right in front of her, she couldn't help but wonder if atonement was the reason, and if everyone else here was brought back for a similar reason. Well, she would have to save those somber questions for later. Right now it was more important to get introductions under way! Haruna turned to the pink haired girl (not all that surprised that she was the very same girl saw at the hilltop earlier) and gave her a light bow, “Nice to meet you Oujo-sama. I’m Haruna Kageki, but you all can call me Haru if you want.” “Sorry for the late introduction, by the way.” The ninja added, giving a awkward bow to Murakumo and Miho as she rubbed the back of her head.
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