[h2][center][color=steelblue][i]Katashi Todo[/i][/color][/center][/h2]
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Katashi scowled in the face of mounting chaos consuming the fractured group with hardly any effort on the World of Wasted Dreams part. He hadn't wanted to put any stock into the insidiously simple words scrawled onto the walls, but even Katashi had to admit that Anri was becoming a hazard to their continued survival. There wasn't the animosity towards him which Yuriya harbored, even if Katashi had to fend off Anri's advances on more than one occasion. 

[color=steelblue]"What that- Hey!"[/color] The horse could not be afforded more then a wary look before he whirled about to find the pyromaniac had snatched back the lighter and was quickly losing what hold she had on sanity. The sensible thing to do would have been snatching the lighter back, or leaving Anri to whatever fate the moist horse would deliver her to.

[color=steelblue]"Enough! For fuck's sake people, we're still human beings!"[/color] His hand darted out and pulled the trap back from the horse, leveraging his superior upper body strength to move Anri whether they wished it or not. [color=steelblue]"Not an hour ago we were classmates. We were friends who muddled through our dull lives the best we could, not a bunch of cutthroats kicking each other down so we can run to live another day. Remember that we all still have a damned heart, and this place will have to wrench mine from my body before I give it up."[/color] Katashi roared as he stormed back down the hall as per Yuriya's direction.

He paused when he saw one of the newly awoken Miyako trip and fall, her life blood trickling into the slurry of water and slime along the floor. It was a worrisome sight to be sure, but he didn't believe it was enough to cause lasting harm. Occupied as he was with Anri's wrist, he leveled a gaze girdered with steel at the worrisome trap. [color=steelblue]"I don't want anymore of us to die, but I can't carry us all. So either help me carry Miyako or go with Shizune and the rest."[/color]

Without even asking for the lighter back, he released Anri and bent down to check upon the fallen girl. It may have been easier to leave this task to Iyato or Yuriya alone, but Katashi didn't trust the former yet and the latter would likely have needed the help anyway.
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It had finished it's meal, a violent crash echoing down the hall as It cast aside the carcass of a mole-oid creature out the hall window. Glass littered the floor and a violent gust of wind tore into the hall, carrying along the coppery aroma of a recently deceased creature while the butcher skipped out of the room and into the dim light of the hall.

It was a [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/35532189-48e7-47d2-b986-e70e0dd925f0.jpg]she[/url], human in form and appearing as though she should have been among their group if at first glance, but closer inspection refuted this. Her skin from the nose to the collar of her shirt was caked in a ruddy ichor, blood so foul it was nearly a black sludge that clung to her flesh and dripped from parted lips curled upwards in a toothy smirk. As her hands swayed at her side, the moon's light flashed off the barber's sheers spinning around her index finger, their blades flicking off the same droplets from her face.

What separated her from the humans dragged to the World of Wasted Dreams against their will was her eyes. Two cat's eyes that seemed crinkled in mirth as it perceived the chaos wracking the group and found only delight in their suffering

[color=yellow]Well aren't you doing well for yourself, Shizune. This group looks like a real keeper, assuming they don't all kill each other, that is.[/color] She laughed, standing between them and the escape they sought. [color=yellow]"Ooh, looks like you found the portraits. Hope none of you try to mount Mr. Ed over there. He'd sooner be mounting you tidbits if you don't run quick enough~"[/color]


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