Joonghyuk

[bloodread]

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[malewife]

[ A nod. ]

I didn’t find blood when I was investigating the gardens, but I will let you know if I stumble upon any.

[ It’s hard to say much about the killers, knowing Angels are coming to people and making deals. ]

I’ll keep it a secret.

[bloodread]

Thanks.

[ OK now he has to ask since they're alone. ]

Did you get something back for those stickers?

[malewife]

Yes, I did. Whether it was worth it, I’m not sure.

[ He's still haunted by people hassling him about the booth. ]

[bloodread]

[ Some part of Akira is relieved. ]

What was it?

[malewife]

[ He's quiet because he's a paranoid sort, but he does eventually cough it up. ]

Lie detection.

[bloodread]

I'd trade mine for yours, seems like less of a headache.

[malewife]

The problem is that it isn't always effective. I will only get a feeling whether someone's lying or not... Almost a coinflip of a chance.

[ However. ]

It is better than seeing memories.

[bloodread]

Whatever we can use, we have to.

[ So he'll take it. ]

Mine's a gift from my father, which sums up our entire relationship, really.

[malewife]

... I'm assuming it isn't good.

[ It is a haunting ability, he thinks. ]

[bloodread]

I never knew him, and when I finally found him he was a hunk of rotting meat that was responsible for mutilating a bunch of girls before he killed them.

[ ...so yeah, for sure. ]

[malewife]

Then better you never knew him.

[ Joonghyuk is used to brutal things, so he can’t judge, but he thinks everyone can choose who should be considered family. ]

Family isn’t always about blood, anyway.

[bloodread]

[ Nod. ]

My mother was useless too, but my Aunt and her daughter are good people. Bloods just an excuse for ties, a lot.

[malewife]

... They sound better suited for you, Kijima Akira.

[ At least Joonghyuk thinks Akira is also a good person, as much as he believes that good people even exist.]

[bloodread]

...I don't need people, but I don't mind helping them out. [ Having people suited for him kinda gives him feelings he doesn't know what to do with. Easier to just look at it in another way. ]

They're probably thinking I got taken by a spirit again, which isn't entirely wrong, I guess.

[malewife]

[ Joonghyuk can read an awkward statement when he hears it. He won't push it, but there is a vibe that he perceives this. ]

It isn't, actually. The book I picked up from Cittàgazze mentioned that the Angels are more like spirits.

[bloodread]

...really? Shit, maybe I should have asked for my other power back first.

[malewife]

[ He passes him his notebook that has a excerpt from a book taped/glued to a page.

Angel is the name of their office, not of their nature. If you seek the name of their nature, it is spirit; if you seek the name of their office, it is angel; from what they are, spirit, from what they do, angel.

.̴͛͘,̵͑̕.̶̊̎/̶͊̍/̶̿̄z̷͛̕/̷́̂z̵͓̆/̶̽̔\̸͐́1̷̔͂2̷́̃$̶̃́.̴́͑?̶͒̀+̷́̋_̵̇͗hile angels are typically formed from heavy concentrations of Dust, they need not always have been spirit alone. Given the right circumstances, a human may ascend to become an ang.̴͛͘,̵͑̕.̶̊̎/̶͊̍z̵͓̆/̶̽̔\̸͐́1̷̔͂2̷́̃

.̴̲̈,̸̟͒.̸̓͌/̶̿̄z̷͛̕/̷́̂-̴̒͆≠͐͝\̴͑͋`̴̣́nce was one group of angels, there have since been two discovered. some are faithful to t$̶̃́.̴́͑?̶͒̀+̷́̋_̵̇͗*̶̒̂^̵̈̃

Some of the text is unreadable, being smudged and all. ]

[bloodread]

[ He reads then lets out a heavy breath. ]

The other power I have is one to seal spirits. But it involves a ritual and it's kinda complicated, so I wasn't sure if it would work on the ones here.

[malewife]

It might not, but it would be good to keep it in mind when things become gruesome. Our Watchers aren't naturally angels and not all of them are happy with our situations.

[ So they might help. Who knows? Who knows. ]

[bloodread]

Yeah, the ones I've talked to have gone out of their way to be friendly with me.

[ It was kinda weird at first, his expression says. ]

I wish I knew more about how my power worked, but I had to figure out everything from a stupid occult story.

[malewife]

... They're just people.

[ It is how it is. ]

It would be too convenient to exchange something with them to gain that understanding, wouldn't it.

[bloodread]

[ but he's mildly allergic to people! ]

I doubt they know either, I had to explain how my bloodmetry worked. The only one who did know was my father, that's why he wrote that stupid story in the first place. Seeing his spirit might not be the worst though, cause then I could kill him myself.

[malewife]

That would be quite convenient...

[ Letting Akira know more about his power then killing his own dad. What a good ending? will i also ever get a memory lb ]

[bloodread]

[ meta is calling me out for my blindness, but not to worry, Nagako takes this moment to interrupt by hopping onto a piece of glass.

Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way~

The song is stuck in your head even now as you stare down this grotesque mass in front of you. part cinders, part eyes, part flesh and all montrosity, Demon Tsuyukomi screams.

No, it begs for a wish as if you're Santa Claus, which really makes the song all the more fitting now that you think about it. Another cry and it floats closer; you really can't afford to do anything but focus right now and figure out how to get out of this mess.

And what a mess it is, another twisted story of humanity being fucked, another lunatic who killed innocent people for their whims and wishes. Burned alive. The eyes, no the people in front of you were chained together and burned alive all in the name of a ritual and this is the result. It's equal parts children, adults, and even the arsonist himself as they're all one cursed entity now.

You can't grant their wish and bring them back to life, but maybe you can set them free. The katakana on your hip is blood soaked yet hasn't lost it's edge, and it calls out to you even though you've never wielded a sword in your life. It has a mind of it's own, a mind born of the grudge by it's owner, yet another spirit who you laid to rest.

What better way than to fight spirit with spirit. A curse with a curse.

You make your move and dart forward, your vision going red. ]

[malewife]

[ He frowns... Wow. Ugly. ]

Did you survive that encounter?