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Night Raid ~ The Hunters in the Night

"Well shoot! Aren't you two just the perfect men I need in my life!" Nikaido laughed whole-heartedly. Both seemed like competent enough, it was safe to say that she could rely on them. Arua had a good head on his shoulders, that much was obvious, although Nikaido could feel his doubtful gaze; more or less see it hiding behind his smooth features. It's only natural. She took a moment to gather her thoughts again, "Now about that food, I hope ya don't mind hotdogs and ice cream, I myself am a little tight on money... lost my last job a while back." Nikaido shifted her weight onto her prosthetic, "I know this cute little diner in the Market District, great food and the owner won't give us any trouble. Known the guy since my trainee days."
Nikaido wanted to get a good relationship with these two; it would be to everyone's benefit, she thought, no one would be able to really stab anyone else in the back that way, because who could ever really trust a killer? She smiled and propped herself back onto her crutch, "Well, I'll leave the address by your rooms. Meanwhile I'm gonna change my bandages, shit chafes my skin pretty hard." Nikaido huffed, jokingly trying to seem annoyed. With that, she left her teammates to each other and began the trek to the sleeping quarters.

Nikaido was still adjusting to having her physical integrity being torn in half, and it felt like life-- more specifically Death-- was really making her everyday hell. This was the exact thought that ran through her mind each time she approached every staircase in the warehouse; she was fine on almost any type of ground so far, but stairs are the bane of every cripple. Nikaido cursed audibly as she began to ascend, "I'm a soldier, I'm a paragon of strength, I can do this no sweat."
The two flights of stairs seemed endless, especially since she only made it half way up the first one, "30 more steps... Death is a sadistic son of a bitch..." Nikaido hissed as she climbed the remaining stairs, wobbling with little grace on the unbalanced terrain. When finally at the top, Nikaido gave herself a moment to savor her victory before hobbling into her room. It was well kept and organized, considering that it was practically empty, save for a duffle bag filled with all that remained of her life and a box filled with maintenance equipment for her prosthetic and multiple rolls of bandages. Tossing her crutch onto her bed, she shuffled through her bag producing a notebook with a pen stuck inside the metal spirals of it's spine, quickly jotting down the directions to the small diner. Nikaido would slip the paper under Jack's door later, since he seemed the most interested, but first she would have take care of her bandages. Nikaido sighed as she sat on her bed, undoing each strap of her prosthetic leg, feeling the sweet rush of her circulation adjusting itself to the lack of pressure. And then there were the bandages, she wasn't kidding when she joked about the chafing; red irritated skin welcomed the cool embrace of open air as she slowly unwrapped her leg and upper body. The process never really felt automatic, doubtful it would for some time. Nikaido pulled out a small bottle of lotion and began to massage the scarred stump where her foot and a third of her calf used to be. The feeling of her fingers along the patched up tissue still felt so foreign, almost as if someone else was touching what was left of her leg. As she went through the motions her mind began to wander, back to that time when she fought all those people, not for her life, but for the simple desire to die. Nikaido shook her head, and returned to re-bandaging herself, she actually felt rather hungry.

Night Raid ~ The Hunters in the Night

Go for it. Only beautiful people write in first person, because you're a beautiful person.

Night Raid ~ The Hunters in the Night

Never mind

Night Raid ~ The Hunters in the Night

Have you any shame? I am dissapoint.

Night Raid ~ The Hunters in the Night

I just realized something while mulling over the different image maps. There are a lot of stairs, and I'm a cripple. There is no god.

Night Raid ~ The Hunters in the Night

This is totally sugoi ( ･ㅂ･)و ̑̑

Night Raid ~ The Hunters in the Night

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ REPRESENT! ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

Night Raid ~ The Hunters in the Night

I'm good at line art and coloring, maybe I can breathe some color into it (☞ﾟ∀ﾟ)☞

Night Raid ~ The Hunters in the Night

Nikaido eased against her crutch, Death was certainly an inspirational speaker, almost even reminding her of her favorite drill sergeant. After absorbing all the wonderful information, Nikaido moved on observing her new comrades in arms. More or less it was like staring into a patchwork blanket, so many individuals with a variety of stories, but each and every one of them had the one and same goal in mind; at least that's what Nikaido hoped. You can never tell with these kind of people, "her kind of people" as she'd like to tell herself; but killers are the unpredictable. One, two or a million, it never matters how many lives you've taken, a killer is not someone to be messed with.

Breathing in deeply, Nikaido brought her weight to her crutch and hobbled to her new little squad, who seemed to be starting a "get to know you" ritual. Nikaido propped herself against the wall next to the two, brandishing an awkward smile, "Wouldn't it be so much better if we had name tags?" chuckling softly to try and break any ice, "So are we gonna do a round- the-robin sort of introduction? Maybe we can hang out, get some food and introduce ourselves?"
Nikaido's eye darted restlessly, scanning up and down the two males in front of her. The pretty one was obviously Arua, as he stated clearly, and the creepy one was jack, also stated by the prior. Nikaido held up her free hand in lazy salute "Nikaido, crippled cyclops chick, total badass at poker, and veteran imperial guard dog. But you can just call me Mistress or My lady" Nikaido chimed, flashing a teasing smirk.

Night Raid ~ The Hunters in the Night

It sounds sugoi~! (੭ˊ͈ ꒵ˋ͈)੭̸*✧⁺˚