[h2][center][color=steelblue][i]Katashi Todo[/i][/color][/center][/h2]
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Katashi was beginning to contemplate whether he was the last sane person in this world, or if he was going mad himself. Miyako ran off without the aid of either himself or Yuriya, seemingly unhindered by the wound her fall inflicted. Iyato demonstrated a level of sadism with so little pressure placed upon him that Katashi was concerned he'd be a greater internal threat then Anri. While he may have been trying to hold onto the sensibilities of their world even Katashi was growing haggard from the group, and the constant additions of new people was proving more concerning then worthy of jubilation.

[color=steelblue]"At least we can thank the horse for saving us twice now."[/color] The boy with the ripped shirt said without a care for other's judgements as he followed after the horse which was delaying the blood caked girl with some connection to Shizune. Truthfully, it was a golden opportunity for information gathering from a source that may have been just as knowledgeable as Shizune, perhaps even more, but the others had decided to leave without a word in inquistition and he wasn't straying far from the kelpi anytime soon. 

[color=steelblue]"Iyato, if you are looking to give her the chair, at least ask some questions first."[/color] 

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The cat eyed girl looked down onto the sudden upwell of water which was attempting to bind her ankles in place. Her look was unamused, yet she didn't make any effort to test the strength of their hold upon her. Rather, she crossed her arms under her chest and raked her gaze along the retreating group, judging them all in their departure save for the pyromaniac and the chair wielding boy who had yet to decide. 

[color=yellow]"Lucky me. I'm left with the fun ones in the group."[/color] She said with a snap of her scissors through empty air. Seeing how these two were the black sheep of the group, the cat eyed girl adopted a more pleased posture as she started chatting without a care for her rooted feet. [color=yellow]"I take it if you're here you realize that Shizune is full of shit, right? She may call me a witch but no one knows her better then me, and the stories I could tell of the last groups that came through with her would make the Friagne's art work looking pretty damn pedestrian...oh right, Friagne didn't put on his little exhibition for you, did he? Well I imagine he'll leave a gallery later on for your enjoyment."[/color]