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A shiver slithered, burrowed, and reverberated through Styx's spine every time his step emanated a wheeze from the creaks of the planks that embodied the stairway. With Makiko on point and the youngsters to their behind, a safe vantage point, the amalgamated team from MYO ascended the stairs at an vigilant pace. The air was stale despite its cooled temperament. Like the atmosphere that lingered when a body was nearby, a sensation he has been graced by on many occasions, far too many to count. The complex was surprisingly accomadating, a stark contrast from the dank establishments that comprised part of town. Then again, Mr. Tegumi was dressed pretty nicely and carried about him a weight that practically screamed affluent, so it's not as if a man like that would own a rundown place, even though this was probably one of his smaller projects. 

Meanwhile Styx, in all of his wisdom, was currently preoccupied with averting his eyes from white lied behind the veil that was Makiko's skirt, [color=#FFBF00][i]"Dontlookdontlookdontlookdontlook"[/i][/color] He had to be careful to keep his thoughts to himself, otherwise if displayed any shred of carelessness, Mizar would broadcast them without remorse. And since they were on high alert, keeping his gaze locked on the stairs wouldn't do him any good. Thus by process of elimination he left his line of sight rested on the space just over the leader's shoulder.

Styx saw it, or rather, sensed it too. It wasn't trying to conceal its presence. If anything, it was taunting those who encroached on its domain to give chase. He only caught a glimmer of its physical form. A tattered mess of greasy black locks that cascaded over a shrouded face, combined with clothing that starkly contrasted her color scheme. Regardless of how quickly it ran off, Styx had already gotten a good look at the composition of the onryo's soul.

For lack of a better term, it was fucking pissed.

Makiko scaled the steps faster than a bullet. Styx nearly stumbled, his mouth gaping for a brief moment before the need catch himself arose, and quickly ran up the stairwell. While doing so, he thrust his hand out into the empty area behind, [url=https://youtu.be/e_nnN2HjlbA]For eternal happiness, finite. For eternal rest, infinite. We are the estranged children. For preservation of halcyon days and melancholy happenstances."[/url] It was their first time in a while hearing Styx's voice. There was some clarity to it despite the extensive disuse its seen. It sounded just like the voice of an average nineteen year old, almost to a generic fault. But there was a faint hint of power in there, somewhere, buried deep within the soulless conscience.

A hole was suddenly bored into Styx's outstretched palm by an unseen force. Blood did not seep out. Instead, a blade of slate metal peaked from the aperture. The fine blade cut its own way out to a physically impossible extent by the feasible mind. Not after longer the head of a scythe protruded from the now expanded gap, followed by the shaft of a similar hue that bolstered its strcture. With weapon in hand the  Ankou held it close due to the constraints of the stairwell. [color=#FFBF00]"Boss!"[/color] Mizar yelled this time around as Styx awkwardly continued on, paying heed to not put any ravines into the walls. He finally caught up at the head of the stairwell and focused his scythe down one hall, [color=#FFBF00]"Hey, I commend you on your chivalry, but don't leave the others in the dust."[/color] His eyes panned over the stretch of doorways, as if they were piercing through the concrete, [color=#FFBF00]"She's nearby, but it's hard to get a solid read. She's moving fast."[/color] Obviously their target wasn't one to conform to the laws of physical material
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[color=#E32636]"And if you had attempted to flatten men, I would have gladly made you indistinguishable from a human~"[/color] She returned fire with her smile sharply curved from both ends. Ana was already quite aware that the kitsune had a few years on her, and a few pounds (more in specific places than others), she was a girl notorious for challenging the leverage elders so carelessly rely on as a crutch. Perhaps living as long as she has has taken the glamour out of most aspects of life, since there were surely far more captivating things than following around a group of kids and a couple drunks. Or maybe she was telling the truth in earnest and she really, really, had nothing to do... Which was really, really depressing. It almost made Red shed a tear, maybe two because of how really, really depressing it was. 

Ana proceeded to watch attentively while the kitsune acted as a caster, making a quick comment with every major development. But Ana didn't care for the obvious facts. Her eyes peered vigilantly for the minor bits, the things most people would consider discrepancies. And those kind of people were ignorant.

Ana was in her own little world. She gazed down the optic, utilized her own prowess to check for wind resistance, and thanks to the short berth between them had no need to account for drop. Just as the car sped off, the teenager eased out of her "zone" and answered the kitsune's question, her vision still locked on the dispersing MYO staff. [color=#E32636]"I'm Anastasia. Call me Ana or Red."[/color] She introduced herself curtly, then without notice swung her whole body around. The resounding click of the sidearm in her outstretched hand denoted that the weapon was live, [color=#E32636]"And if you look up my skirt, your vision will be filled with more than just my panties."[/color] She threatened the new arrival coolly, another individual who had managed to escape the kitsune's notice. Perhaps the fox lady's wits had waned after the countless failed marriages she has surely experienced. 

The weapon's housing glimmered with luster under the scant sun that fell on the three. Ana's eyes narrowed as her finger seemed to gradually squeeze the trigger, [color=#E32636]"I kid. Had you going there for a second, eh?"[/color] Her expression transitioned into a crescent moon smile as she slid the pistol back into her hood, [color=#E32636]"But seriously, had you seen my panties, I would have given you another orifice to be fucked from."[/color] She stated nonchalantly no matter how obscene it sounded. [color=#E32636]"You mentioned a wallet, right? We- well, I, can help you find it. I can't speak on the fox lady's behalf."[/color] Her stature in general relaxed and displayed a disposition worthy of her age. Her young looks hid a well-versed ethic. [color=#E32636]"I'm Anastasia. Call me Ana or Red."[/color] The girl eyes of deep cerulean said gleefully.

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