**Daijuji Kuzaku - Hallways, Yggdrasil**

Having been extended an offer to join his compatriots in the restaurant district, Kuzaku thought it over. He wasn't especially hungry, but the distraction was welcome. His thoughts had been weighing heavily on him lately, as he felt that he was growing away from his intended goals and becoming too involved in the machinations of the UMMA. Not that he disliked his work; this was a respectable organization and he had a certain measure of pride in being a part of it, but he had his own agenda, and that had to come first.

No sooner had he thought that when a sudden migraine overcame him, forcing Kuzaku to his knees. His head was reeling, and he was overcome with a dizzying nausea. He began to hallucinate; the smell and taste of blood overwhelmed him, and visions of a [crimson woman](http://www.cosplayisland.co.uk/files/costumes/3429/40015/236057%5B2%5D.jpg), a [scarlet imitation](http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/vsbattles/images/5/50/Demonbane_Blood.jpg/revision/latest/scale-to-width/600?cb=20140214015538), and an [ancient chaos](http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/31154103/images/1396183177209.png) flashed across his eyes. The visions left as soon as they came, but Kuzaku was left with the remnants of the nausea, and he could still taste blood as though he mouth was filled with it.

Kuzaku was rattled by this to say the least. He wasn't naive enough to think nothing of the visions; he knew that he was an inherently magical being, and they likely had a great significance. He would need to discuss this with someone posthaste. But that could wait, if only for a little while. For now, he needed to get the taste of blood out of his mouth. A shower would also be nice, as he felt... unclean. Kuzaku took the speedy elevator down to the restaurant district, shambling along and looking obviously disoriented. He staggered toward an ice-cream bar, and ordered a milkshake in the same manner as a desperate alcoholic might order a cocktail.


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**Kiss-Shot**

The others, all diverse in their appearance and mannerisms, offered no explanation to the situation at hand. How useless, Kiss-Shot could feel herself growing annoyed by this scenario. It was enough that she had encountered that today, now she was forced to deal with this pitiful lot. A dissatisfied sneer broke across her face as she noticed the others shouting in the direction of the structure looming over them. What were they going on about now?

Strange creatures were approaching them, and the rest of the lot seemed content to begin to slaughter them by the dozen. This day just grew stranger and stranger, it seemed. Kiss-Shot feigned interest in the apparent battle at hand, not really lending any sort of assistance to the ongoing struggle. They seemed to have it at hand. Only once did one of the creatures break through the line of fire that she had quite deliberately put herself behind, and the ancient vampire was forced to deal with it. Yawning with one hand, she offered the beast a backhanded blow with the other, the force of which turning its head into a reddish paste, thoroughly staining her white gloves. Kiss-Shot gave the blood an experimental lick, but quickly found it to her distaste. Recoiling from it, she shook her hand forcefully enough to eject the blood from the fabric completely.