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[dhil]

I have a question. It is not important, you need not answer.

It is just to create thought.

Do you suppose that morality is perhaps a subjective thing?

Or is it always a constant?


[ACTION]

[In the mean time, the nomadiest of nomads in Genessia is actually visible for a time! They'd slithered out of whatever comfortable crevice they've been holed away in for this long, and have again taken to wandering.

As usual, they can be found...

Anywhere.

In any city, in any building!

In your cupboard.

The shadow's curiosity is not a thing that should have ever been paired with the ability to alter their mass and density.

Sorry about all the heart attacks.]

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[dhil]

Okay.

It is fine.

You seemed to be getting upset, and that is not what I wanted. It was just a question to pass the time.

I have not spoken with anyone in a few months, after all. I wanted to speak.

[imukurofenrir]

I am new here, if you wanted to talk, perhaps we can met up somewhere? Mukuro questioned back, hoping perhaps this stranger would yield a sens of accomplishment for getting on her side.

[dhil]

If it makes you feel comfortable I do not mind. Where do you want to meet?

[imukurofenrir]

The commonplace, where the new arrivals are. She said tapping the text back, inputting her room number with a reliving sigh If you don't mind, could you pick up a Bayonet, serrated or M9? I can pay you some of my starting money, as I don't plan on getting a high class home. She replied, remembering the map the professor showed her a few hours ago. She had saw a place called Stone Ridge that reminded her of the old badlands in the middle east.

[dhil]

I know what a bayonet is, but I do not know what an M9 is.

[After all, the last human they'd ever taken into them was from long before its creation]

I will do what I can, I do not need money.

[imukurofenrir]

It is a Subtype of the blade, has a curved hole in the center and serrated edged steel. She explained with a warm fuzzy feeling of anticipation. At last she would be re-united with her comfort zone.

[dhil]

I will do my best.

I will see you soon then. You will know me! I have purple eyes.

[imukurofenrir]

With That, Mukuro klinked the phone onto the nightstand once it came from.

She stood up and stretched, noting how still awake she was despite the looming night. She walked and cracked open her front door, standing out on the balcony looking into the mysterious city asunder.

[dhil]

[Aaaand Amalu would definitely do their best to find what she asked for!

They do realize that, after a point, they should have requested a picture of the other item but... well it was too late to bother with that now. Look for something that fit that description as closely as possible, they supposed.

Within a short amount of time, they were wandering about the commonspace, apparently totally unarmed and fussing with their communicator.

It is, indeed, impossible to miss them. They're well over seven feet, with deep brown skin.... from what can be seen considering the veil and concealing robes.

It's those brilliant, glowing, violet eyes that seem to dominate the face]

I am here.

[imukurofenrir]

Mukuro expected to be scared, but for reasons even beyond her mind, she could only muster a smirk with her arms crossed.

"Mukuro Ikusaba." She said extending a hand. "Who might you be, are you a ghost?" She interjected, still clinging to her stoic expression on the outside, but on the inside her mind was screaming with speculation.

[dhil]

[And... the texting continued, though they did extend a free hand to shake. Gotten pretty good at texting with just one hand.]

No. I am not. It is good to meet you.

I brought what you asked for, I believe.

[And one is, indeed, a bayonet.

A very old, antique looking one clearly made to be fixed to a musket.

.... Well they didn't get clarification!

The other is pretty close to the knife mentioned as well, though it's a touch smaller.]

[imukurofenrir]

"Not much of a speaker..." She scoffed, before Mukuro's eyes widened at the sight of the old blade. She felt a tear roll down her eye as she took it and played around with it in her palm.

"What the... you got an older one; I actually used one of these when I was a kid back at the turn of the millennia." She said with a rare genuine smile of appreciation. How unusual for a phantom esque fellow to just outright give her the blade of her childhood without a second whim. Is this what her sister felt like with all those butlers and fans?

"Mind if I continue to speak, sir, mam, you?" She said squinting. The dark figure seemed to not have any tags of gender, and not acknowledging so much as who, nor as to what didn't help either.

[dhil]

[Well... it looks like she likes it! They hand everything over without a fuss, looking just pleased as pie that she seemed to enjoy the fruits of their shopping.]

Please do. I do not mind.

[imukurofenrir]

Mukuro sniffed and wiped her face gently scrubbing some of the rust away with her tear soaked nail. "Well, you haven't told me your name after three times, so you either have none, or are quite overprotective of your identity." She said, clutching the blade with her wrist like she was lifting a weight.

It felt a bit lighter than she was used to, but then again she was older, and even a newer model would yield a similar sense of entropy.

[dhil]

I do not have a name.

[They didn't really have much of an identity after all. They took a few steps back to allow her more personal space as she inspected the blade and fussed with it]

You may make one if you wish

[imukurofenrir]

Mukuro's eyes glanced over the figure curiously. "Sheetow, a combination of the bed rags your wearing and the shadowy veil you hide." The solider said satisfied.

"So thank you Sheetow, you have my gratitude for calming my nerves for the night." She smiled with a friendly gaze. "To a lesser extent you may call me a friend, or a comrade after what you have done."

[dhil]

[They look to their robes, but don't really comment on it. Bed rags? They aren't that poorly kept, are they?]

You are welcome, friend.

[They'll just take that entirely literally]

I hope that you enjoy them.

[imukurofenrir]

Mukuro nodded. "Allright Sheetow, please contact me if you need to feed some food to your thoughts, or if you want to try and spar; because judging on your choice of blade and attire, you look like you've been around for longer than you are letting on." The solider said with a click of her tongue.

[dhil]

But I do not carry weapons...

[Goodness, they don't even like fighting...]

[imukurofenrir]

Mukuro stared silently. "Yet... you knew what a... erm... Never mind! I'm sure I can quench my bloodthirst some other means." She grins scratching the back of her head. "Either way, thank you for your time, hope we meet again."

[dhil]

I have learned a lot over time. Weapons are not hard to learn.

[They liked learning after all! They look cheerful enough though, wiggling their fingers as she seems to be set on ending the conversation now]

You are welcome.

Please have a good night.