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"Hmm... so she's found herself here, has she...? I wonder if the others have too?" A flash of movement, and from above a figure drops down. Well, more like floats down. It's a man dressed in a pink and red kimono, and loose indigo pants. He also wears a strange, birdlike hat over what looks like long white hair with red at the triangular tips. He also seems to wear a pair of tall geta-- Japanese sandals-- with a single 'tooth'. This man floats down from the sky, slowly, the white hair flaring out almost like a pair of wings. He alights atop the fountain. Not the fountain itself though. On the water in the fountain, the single tooth of each geta seeming to treat the water as a solid surface. He pauses, to look around. "Such a strange place..." he mused, again in that old Japanese language.
Caliga stands near the fountan itself. A look if intense concentration is on the man's face as he struggles to keep ahold of the sheath, the blade within violently shaking as he stares towards the sky. A look of worry enters his eyes as the paper seals wrapped around the tsuba and the sheath start to tear. "Oh no you don't!" Caliga quickly lowers the sword, and places it back on his back, adjusting the harness as he turns to face voice behind him. His left hand waves slightly, and the source of the cigarette smoke comes into view as he places the lit object between his lips. Glancing upwards towards the man, he smiles. The language is archaic, but its one that resonates within Caliga. "Oh? A new comer? It seems that we have a fair amount of them these days."
"Perhaps you can help me. It seems a <friend> of mine made her way here." The word 'friend' is blatantly in English, however. Back to Japanese, "She's rather important. We have... unfinished business to tie up. So does she."
"Unfortunately, without a name, I don't think it will be all that easy to locate your <friend>." The man takes a step towards the man in the kimono, three faint rings appearing within his eyes. "My name is Caliga. Might I ask what your name is?"
When he's asked his name, his smile widens. The white fabric attached to the hat-- from this distance it's clear that's not his hair-- lifts and spreads, like wings, and he takes off into the air. He lands a few seconds later, though, bowing with a flourish. "I am, Ushiwaka, the gods' gift to man! <Hello~!>" ...Seriously? He straightens then. "I am fairly certain you would know <my friend> if you saw her. Can't miss her-- large white wolf with red markings and a fiery Reflector? Uses her tail to paint the world? Accompanied by a loudmouthed glowing sprite?"
"Unfortunately, I don't quite know anything by that description." Yep, it's a blatent lie, but Caliga is starting to keep closer tabs on those who are being drawn in to Dante and his new role. Especially something like flamboyant birdmen. "Have you tried calling for her? I've been told that whistling loudly works at times if you want to get a canine's attention."
"She is, unfortunately, no mere canine," he replies. "She is much more than that. Ever so much more." He sighs a bit. "Ah, but it's unfortunate she seems to be nowhere to be found. She has a great deal of tasks before her. They're quite important... her world may suffer if they're not done." A pause, and he tilts his head. "Or... this one might..."
"Though.. I would be very careful indeed with what you say may happen to this world if you can't find them." He snaps his index finger and thumb together on his right hand, creating a quick flame that catches the end of his cigarette ablaze. "It could be construed as a threat, and while our own Police Force would be quite capable of handling the job," He takes a long drag, and grins towards Ushikawa, like a cat grins as it stares at a bird that has seemingly gotten itself in over its head. "There are those that would not give them their satisfaction. Now, what is the name of your friend, Ushikawa?"
He actually starts at the words of the police force, blinking as if in shock and placing a hand at his chest in surprise. "Oh my... did I step on toes? I'm terribly sorry. These geta... I can't help it sometimes~." Though he does chuckle, as he returns his arm to his side. Here a tiny bit of seriousness sneaks into his expression. "Your world has little to fear from me. There are others far worse." The levity seems to return then, and the question of his friend's name comes up. "You may know her as Shiranui. Or if not, as Amaterasu." He's not afraid to speak her name, so there's that. It's weird. He ticks all the 'villain' boxes-- arrogant as all hell, refuses to take anything seriously, jokes and makes melodramatic commentary. But he claims he's little threat to Twisted...
Nimbly dancing through the smoke now, Caliga comes to stand directly in front of Ushiwaka, looking directly into his eyes. "I will leave you with two words of caution, dear Ushiwaka. This is not your world, and while you may seem to have it's best intentions in mind, your primary attention should remain solely here." Another plume of smoke is exhaled, as Caliga deftly moves to stand on it, allowing it to slowly rise up into the air. "The second warning, is to be careful with half truths. They can lead to some very sticky situations. Search for your friend, as she is here. However... I would worry more about her guardian. I don't think he will allow anything to come to pass that would harm her." The thick clouds of smoke suddenly vanish, leaving the lingering scent of tobacco in the air.
"As I said. It is not me you should concern yourselves with," Ushiwaka says to the disappearing smoke. He figures the man who just departed can still hear him. "Concern yourselves with those who may have followed us." And then a sigh. "You do get yourself into such remarkably complicated situations, don't you <my dear>?" he observes quietly, to no one in particular. Looking for a sun goddess at night was futile. He'd have to wait 'till the morning at least. With that, the fabric at his hat lifts again, and he jumps into the air, rising up and over the level of the treetops. He quickly disappears. | |
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