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[kinpika]

[So...a king and a cat were sitting on a porch drinking wine. This is clearly the path to a joke, right? WHO KNOWS but they've both been drinking for a while. You can tell because Gil is outside without a shirt but has awesome tattoos and White Len is wearing pajamas.

Even worse, they're eying up every passerby, including you.]

And where would you put that mongrel at?

Six... he really is quite dull. Average doesn't interest me in the slightest.

Hahaha! I would not even put him past a two! Fools will always be fools!

[Guess what? They're looking at you next. They will be tagging in separate threads since we both may not be around at all times.]

Comments

[moemoetentacles.livejournal.com]

Yeah! Like mine! Even though they don't really work right now.

[fatesjanitor.livejournal.com]

[No more speaking huh. Weird. But, he gives a confident smirk.]

It takes more than this to get rid of me, Ciel.

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

Three. Too scrawny and pale.

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

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[forgottenshiki.livejournal.com]

Eight? What're ya going on about?

[forgottenshiki.livejournal.com]

Scrawny and pale?

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

That is what I said, lowlife.

[forgottenshiki.livejournal.com]

Tch, what is it to you anyway?

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

As your king, I can do whatever I wish.

[ex_seventh238]

That's not my intent. I could have followed you, is all. I shouldn't lag too much behind if I sped up. [Well okay. She'll take that hand then. '3']

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[fatesjanitor.livejournal.com]

Nonsense. You already worked enough to heal my wounds. Just hold on and I'll get us there quickly.

[Once she takes his hand he grips onto it with a tight squeeze]

[fatesjanitor.livejournal.com]

[His brow sharpens and he pulls Ciel to the edge, kicking off and letting go of her hand and wrapping his arm around her mid-section, pulling her closer to him for quicker movement. The speed that he moves toward the Church with can be akin more to flying - if Ciel doesn't observe quick enough it might even appear like Archer is moving by leaping through the air, when in actuality the speed of him moving from roof to roof is just incredibly fast.]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He gives you a suspicious look, but eventually goes back over and picks it up.

And then takes another long pull from it. Good christ that stuff is awesome.]

[forgottenshiki.livejournal.com]

I don't know what you're going on about, but I have no king.

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

I am your king and king of everyone here.

[forgottenshiki.livejournal.com]

Hahahahahaha! You claim to be king of this town? That would make you responsible for trapping everyone here, wouldn't it?

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

If they get stuck, it's their problem.

[forgottenshiki.livejournal.com]

If you really don't care, doesn't it take more effort to keep them here than to let them go?

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

Hah! If you think I am doing something to keep them here, think again!

[forgottenshiki.livejournal.com]

You're the one that said you were the king of this town. That insinuates that you're in control of whatever happens around here, doesn't it?

[ex_seventh238]

[She does tense up slightly when he moved so swiftly, but she also relaxes quickly. He might notice that her frame is tighter and harder than Rin's; Ciel doesn't just train but really has to fight constantly and seriously, after all.

(She doesn't have twintails to flutter in the wind, so her robes would have to do.)

...

Interesting. She most likely could muster a speed similar to that if she really went all out and a normal human's sight would definitely be unable to follow, so that wasn't all that impressive. Dead Apostle Ancestors moved at around that speed too, and while some were faster than her, she could still hold her own (with her immortality). For what she couldn't compete in speed and strength, she made up with her keen eyes and precise aim: she was codenamed "Bow" at the Agency for a reason. She kept her gaze fixed at the sky and did not look down, but she could still note his footing out of the corner of her eyes, and was even able to count by the edge of her mind how many exact stops Archer made before ultimately landing outside by the Church's front doors.

It was still a first, and a definite experience. If nothing else, solely made because she was the one being carried by another, and that's something that Seventh, the One Who Acted Alone, can't claim to have ever felt before. She's usually the one carrying, if she could remember doing that to Shiki. ...And Merem, if she was up to that canonpoint.

...

Strange, but not unpleasant.

Upon arrival, she easily drops out of his arms and lands on the ground with a soft muffled 'thud' by the back of her hard woven boots.]

Thank you, Archer.

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

You are talking in circles, mongrel. You have heard my answer.

[fatesjanitor.livejournal.com]

Your expression says otherwise.

[HEH]

[fatesjanitor.livejournal.com]

[When they land Archer doesn't show any signs of being particularly tired. The healing helped out, but other than that he doesn't show any sort of wounds anymore. He's going to need to rest off that battle for sure - wounds can heal easily, but that doesn't mean the pain is completely gone.]

No problem. I'm going dematerialize now. Is there anything else you need?

[forgottenshiki.livejournal.com]

In that case, I have no business wasting time with a self-proclaimed king.

[turns to leave]