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|Subject Post 1Subject: Fuel for the Flames [PRIVATE | Rawk] Fri Feb 01, 2019 2:39 am|| |
Drip. Drip. Drip.
The sound of the the pitter patter of a liquid falling to the ground echoed in the hollowed out room, that sound and the ragged breathing of a man that was restrained and looked as though he had seen better days. Standing around him were a few people, poor people and oppressed people that were commonly treated as the garbage of the Rukongai district and that man was their supposed shepherd that maintained the order of the district or at least that was his job but after time and since his appointment of managing it nothing had really changed, in fact crime was still just as rotten and rampart in the shadows of the buildings and many hidey holes.
So it was time for a punishment for this incompetency, said man happily left that evening a few days and was approached by a young woman. That young woman appeared to need help and willing to assist a pretty young girl like herself he was easily lead along until he was assaulted by a group of citizens. That is where we come to the current chapter of the story with a different lady that operated on an alias more so than a real name. As if she still had a real one. All that was left was for this little sparrow's shoulder to arrive. Information had been extracted, a little bit anyway. He was troublesome to do it violently with and Minerva had wondered if doing it subtly would've been smarter.
Regardless the result had to be the same, a punishment and that's why he was still alive. While she could very easily end the life of this man it was not her place to decide who lives and who dies, just to get answers for a man who she was waiting to see if there was anything he wanted to request before disposing of this waste of shinigami that was supposed to be their protector yet had nothing to show but his incompetence."I'm sure he won't be much longer. If you'd all like you can leave, you all have families to go back to. No need to worry about Mr. Nagare hmm?"
Watching as they slowly left and so it was only her dressed in exquisite orange fabric which left little to the imagination as was her occupation and role for this little coalition of citizens right now. She was left to wait for the man with the white hair with only the simple sound of.... Drip. Drip. Drip.
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