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He had been on his way to the Outskirts when he felt his Ghoul coming towards him, which was very wrong considering he had been trying to keep his Ghoul as far away from him as possible. He hadn't even made it on purpose, it just kind of happened after he was done feeding on one of those annoying sacks of blood. The thing had gone berserk, but he had dominated it with ease and bent it to his will. Now he had the Ghoul out looking for workshops, but it wasn't very good at that. What a worthless Ghoul. Now it was rapidly approaching him, interrupting his journey to the Outskirts of Fuyuki. He had tried to look through its eyes to see what it was doing, only to find nothing, as if something was blocking the connection. 

How annoying. All the time he had put into keeping himself hidden, only to be thwarted by his own stupid Ghoul. Stupid, stupid Ghoul. Even now those things he hated tracked him down via the karmic lines, something he was all too familiar with. It can't be helped he supposed, let them come. Perhaps if he was lucky he could snag a snack before he continued on his way. At the very least he could get rid of this stupid Ghoul right now, he just needed a little bit of time to assess the situation. He checked himself over once, twice, they were almost here. 

Thus he had decided to stand his ground here, in the Foreigner's Lowlands. There they are, the ones who captured his ghoul. He could see it bound on the man's back, that man that he hated so. [color=red]"What in the world are those monstrosities on his face though?"[/color] He muttered to himself as he bounced on his feet a few times. The yakuza threw something at him, but it was as if it was in slow motion. The talismans struck the ground around nothing, the Cursed Apostle had changed positions faster than [b]FUJIMURA[/b] had expected. It was a simple task for him to speed away from whatever trap he was trying to make before it could activate, if his calculations were correct his Agility was Servant level at the moment.

If this had been before, he might have decided to begin taunting the yakuza, striking up a friendly conversation as he plotted out how to kill the man known as [b]FUJIMURA[/b]. Now though, he didn't really care. Not when he had noticed that [b]FUJIMURA[/b] was carrying his Ghoul, setting himself up for failure. [color=red]"You've already lost you know."[/color] He said neutrally as he stared at the bound Ghoul. [b]FUJIMURA[/b] would note that the Cursed Apostle's face was obscured by the hood of his jacket, every inch of his skin was covered by some sort of clothing really. However if he was really paying attention, [b]FUJIMURA[/b] might notice a hint of red through the white gloves that he wore. But that attention would be his downfall. [color=red]"Now please die."[/color]

And then the Ghoul burst into flames.

Of course this included [b]FUJIMURA[/b] as well considering he was carrying the Ghoul, giving this Cursed Apostle the perfect opportunity to run. The moment [b]FUJIMURA[/b] took his eyes off of him, two things happened. A bright flash filled the area, blinding his men who were keeping watch while [b]FUJIMURA[/b] got rid of the flaming Ghoul on his back. A few seconds later, he had disappeared. No trace of his magical energy, no trace of his physical presence, the Cursed Apostle had just vanished in a bright flash of light.