►Private Thread; Mansuru & Orpheus

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[Why did you even say yes. WHY. At least Thanatos had enough tact to make himself scarce the past few days. ... Though that could've always been out of anger. No helping it now. There's only... what. Three days? Four tops? And one of the demons was more than happy to help pick out a dress for the fashion-inept zombie. Just a simple blue silk one with turquoise butterflies, but hey it worked. And god knows how much the boss would appreciate the cleavage window. Sigh.

Now the only problem was to figure out where to meet Mitsuru. Never really hit him until after the fact they'd need to rendezvous somewhere... Nice attention to detail there, self. Idle thoughts while sitting on the bed and picking at the silver polish adorning his nails. Maybe it would be better to wait outside? But that involves the risk of going and beating up a Demi-God instead of actually waiting. Decisions decisions...]

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... That would be nice. [A slight smile before turning around and resting the bottle on the desk near the vase, seemingly pulling a pen and a small card from thin air to scribble a note for the other two residents, probably along the lines of NO TOUCHING, BONEHEADS. Then turning back around and another nod as the nonverbal statement of "ready to leave". It's hard to train oneself out of the instinct to be the one who leads.]

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Mitsuru holds the door open for Orpheus on their way out, making sure the fox doesn't follow them. The car outside is an old English taxi, dark and only slightly misused. It isn't to Mitsuru's usual standards, but he hardly has a choice.

"I found it when I got lost a few days ago. It has enough fuel for tonight and not much else. Please bare with it." He holds the door open.

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And here I was expecting to walk. [Heh. But before getting in he hesitates, staring over his shoulder into the distance in a silent threat. Then sits down in the car with a sigh. Watch, the one time I'm not around, the stupid fog's gonna act up. B| ]

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"And callous your feet? I could never." Mitsuru notices the fog with a frown. As if driving in a world without roads isn't hard enough, now he can barely see three feet in front of them. The radio plays music from a language he's never heard before and is plagued by static- it isn't very romantic.

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I could just take off the heels.

[He doesn't seem to mind. Too busy staring out the window into that bleak fog. A sign, anything, of that thing which causes it. 'Cause if it's bad enough to the point where even he's getting a headache, then man must it suck to be the one driving Mansuru D: Watch, you're gonna end up running over a shadow or something.]

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"This way there's no need to." He answers distractedly. His head throbbed in time to his Enhancer cravings, itching at the back of his skull even more persistently in the fog. He makes it by projecting Artmesia's sensory skills as a net over the area, though she only does so begrudgingly without a dose.

"Where on Earth was all this fog when I drove here?"

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[It wasn't there on the way here? More silence. Then his right hand lifting up to rest on the glass against the window. Watching out in the distance for some kind of affirmation on the verbalized thoughts.]

Perhaps he wants to speak with me as well...

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Mitsuru doesn't notice the tense mood, too busy trying to navigate the confusing world accurately. Artemisia tells him they aren't far, but then, Artemisia has been bitter ever since he became a man.

"Who?" He asks distractedly.

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The fog's keeper.

[Then goes back to sitting back against the seat, both hands folded on his lap with one those enigmatic smiles on his face. The one that's more unnerving than anything else in the world, because it tells you there's more to the truth than what you're hearing.] It's not that important. He can wait another two nights.

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"Fog keeper? Should I even ask?" After the creation of the Dark Hour, Mitsuru understands that there are some things humans are better off not knowing.

He pulls off to the side of the mall awkwardly, keeping an eye out for any of the Velvet Mall children. That would make for a night to remember...

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You've earned your rest from the fighting. Don't trouble yourself over something past your time. [And the smile just gets more pronounced until the car pulls over and stops, where he moves to open the car door to go to the other side and let out Mi--wait wait wrong gender again AUGH lets his hands lower with a sigh. Accursed gentleman's habits.]

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"As convenient as it would be, I cannot ignore my families misdeeds for as long as it suits me." Mitsuru chuckles before rushing to Minato's door, none the wiser to her almost-mistake. He offers his hand.

"But enough of that. We can have a pleasant dinner, can't we?"

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It has nothing to do with your family. [Which is true. But she doesn't need to know the rest. She'd get involved like the others did. It was only natural in their line of work. Better off no one knows of its existence unless they have to... Right?]

[But the train of thought is cut off as he he speaks again. Earning a quiet nod and a accepting the offered hand to be pulled out of the seat. Though there's still enough of a reflex to close the door after him. Doesn't even notice the absent action either. Sigh. At least he waits for Mitsuru to lead the way to the restaurant. Though more because he didn't know where it was than anything else...]

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"...I must be missing something."

Mitsuru pulls Orpheus to her feet with ease, a feat she knows will be an impossibility when their genders swap back. The restaurant isn't far by foot, and when they arrive he greets the Orobas maitre de with more manners than he feels.

"Private booth, please."

The Orobas makes him uncomfortable in every way possible.

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[Missing something? Maybe. If that small smile is any indication. But no words are given to elaborate on it. And remains such until the Orobas scenario. Clearly Mansuru's the only uncomfortable one, as his date gives a nod as greeting. Be happy a Legion wasn't the host. Augh.]

no notif. ;_;

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Mitsuru realises he shouldn't be surprised, as Orobas was one of 'her' Arisato's personae. Their booth (http://pro.corbis.com/images/42-16730160.jpg?size=67&uid={F053ABCE-7954-425C-AD62-871F2533075E}) already has chilled red wine waiting, although now he is even more uncomfortable with the idea of a horse carrying wine.

"Wine?" He offers, and manages not to let his hands shake as he pours a glass.