[hr] [center][color=brown]Tsukasa[/color][/center] [center]Location: Futuristic City[/center] [center] [@ZAVAZggg] [/center] [hr] Tsukasa's eyes widened. [i]He's awake![/i] Pupils constricting to excited pinpoints, the spirit giggled when Lucifer batted his hand away, clicking the pen closed and slipping it back into his pocket. Tsukasa shimmied back away from him a pace, smiling to himself as he rested his cheek in one of his palms, getting a closer look at the man in front of him. He had a weird energy about him, something the noirette couldn't exactly put a name to. He seemed fun to annoy, though. Whoever it was, they spoke in a weird dialect, and Tsukasa simply stared at him with an open mouthed smile, inhumanly sharp canines glistening in the dark as he tried to process what he just said. [color=brown]"...Oh!"[/color] He chirped. Bringing both index fingers up to press into the dimples below his cheekbones, Tsukasa continued. [color=brown]"I'm Yugi Tsukasa! I saw you just laying here, and I thought you were dead or something! I wanted to double check, though. Guess you're not! This doesn't seem like a great place to sleep, though. Anyway, who exactly are [i]you?[/i]"[/color] The boy tilted his head, a thin smile on his face as he dropped his hands to rest in his lap again. [hr] [center][color=241edd][b]INOSUKE[/b][/color][/center] [center]Location: Snowy Forest[/center] [center] [@Hokagae] [/center] [hr] [i]What the hell just happened?[/i] Inosuke barely stopped himself from faceplanting in the snow, managing to right himself at the last second, still landing a little clumsily, however. Turning a solid 180, Inosuke's gaze dropped to the gun, towards the girl, and back to the gun again before finally raising his eyes to meet Skulduggery's behind the blank stare of his mask. Dropping his swords, Inosuke brought both his arms up, crossing one over the other, with both thumbs pointed toward himself. [color=241edd]"Inosuke Hashibira! Don't you forget it, Skull Face! And you, girl! Stand and face me! I'll defeat both of you!"[/color] He crowed, lowering ever so slightly to pick up his swords, holding the blades aimed behind him, but muscles taut and ready for a fight.