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Styx soothed the kink that lurked in his neck with circular, almost methodical motions with his hand. Though his hand looked alive, blood no longer coursed through it along with the rest of his body. Ankou were post-mortem living enigmas. They were gifted with the ability to perform innate human actions, such as eating, sleeping, and shitting, but nutritional or neurological substances were unable to even graze the conscience of the regional reapers. This was, you probably (hopefully) guessed it, the lack of blood flow within their bodies. Once in a blue moon a little pool of stale fluid gathered under the facade of vivacious skin and needed to be remedied. Luckily it only required a little pressure to suffice. The pastime was perfect absent-minded idleness, in other words, exactly what he was partaking at this very moment as the Boss delegated tasks for her underli- [i]co-workers[/i].

Well, at least Styx got an internal chuckle at the sight of a pale pigmented Yuina. A random passerby could run the risk of mistaking her for a ghost should she remain in the same state of distress. His eyes danced from the entertaining spectacle over to the now empty bottle, a reservoir sucked completely dry. Perhaps he should have used the timer on his phone? Nah, he had to retain some bearing on reality, he didn’t need Shina shattering the enjoyment of getting smashed from booze. Then again, it’s not like Styx has ever lived through such an experience.

[color=red]”Onrie! Onrya! Onryayayayayayayayay~!”[/color] Alcor began to babble incessantly in her failed attempt at pronouncing the name of their objective. After he caught Styx’s sideways glance, Mizar gravitated over to his sister and gave the starkly contrasting orb a gentle nudge. His two familiars then quickly whizzed to his side while the younger Oni, Nao, volunteered for their entourage. He regarded the assembled group with a narrowed gaze before he turned around and made his way for the door. With one hand shoved deep into his coat pocket and the other now holding open the entrance, Styx called out to his comrades, lackadaisical and unenthused as always, [color=#FFBF00]”Shall we?”[/color] His coarse voice permeated the surgical mask as if it didn’t even exist. He topped of the query with a slight nod of his head.

It was time to venture back into the streets of the Imaginary District, the district that never even knew the concept of sleep. And additionally, young maidens hanging out in paths that saw frequent traffic. Aamuu was already in the midst of rationalizing why a girl of such attire would be hanging out in front of the MYO. Rather than waste his time sifting through levels of adolescence, Styx spoke up with his hand still keeping the door wide open, [color=#FFBF00]"Hey, we'll be passing by a bus station or two. I have some spare change, just tell the driver where your flat is and hopefully there'll be a stop on their route that's close by.[/color]

Styx wasn't an altruist. This wasn't an act of potential kindness. He just really wanted to get to the bottom of this Onryo business so people would cease to misconstrued the story.