Shinto

Michael knew who Mimoto was; she's the friggin' Dark Fang, after all. If anything, she would be the one asking Michael Jackson who he was, and given that he's snooping around to leave almost no traces of his real identity, he would probably have been a cryptic bastard and just left her the information that he is "the Man in the Mirror". I'll leave another post later. Leaving soon, so I don't have the time right now to follow up with Khoi's and Tobias's. Michael's guns talk too, not sure why he'd be so weirded out. I haven't decided on the actual reason why yet. Thinking about possible reasons.

Ugh, I forgot all about the fact that he knew she was the Dark Fang, I should edit that a bit. Hmm. As for the weapons-thing, I knew. But I didn't want your character to say to mine "Oh, I have talking weapons too.", because I wasn't sure if you'd like that. <_<; I'll edit the first part a bit!

Here ya go! Enjoy!

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Mimoto woke up in a dumpster, frightened and confused. She slowly opened her eyes and in front of her was an older gentleman with a fedora on his head. This mysterious person titled his fedora upwards to get a better view of Mimoto’s face. Mimoto started sweating, her face turning pinkish-red, and her mouth was wide-open. As the mysterious man approached her, getting closer and closer to her face, she let out a loud squeal.

“Eeeeeek~! Who the hell are you?! RAPIST!! Leave me alone!!!”, she whined. She continued pouting over and over, then she stopped after a good 10 seconds. “Huh? Why aren’t you doing anything to me?”, she had a confused look on her face, and stared at the man.

“I’m.. one you would call as ‘The Man in the Mirror’. No more information is necessary. I brought you here after I noticed you collapsed near the stairs. You were awfully heavy . .”, he remarked and shrugged.

“Are you implying that I’m fat . . . . ?”, she takes off her glasses, twirls her hair around to get a better view of this so-called The Man in the Mirror.

“Not at all. Anyways, before I leave, are you really the Dark Fang?”, he questioned her, while scratching his chin.

“How do you know of me? Yes, I’m the Dark Fang.”, she blushed. She took a quick glance at his eyes, and diverted her eyes somewhere else as to not attract any attention to herself.

“Hm. Everyone knows you here in this city. You’ve killed quite many. Tell me something.. Dark Fang.. what is your actual identity?”, he continued to ask her questions.

“Kawasari Mimoto. The demon I previously killed was a D-rank demon. Other than that.. now it’s my turn to ask you the questions.

“Heh. Is that so?”, Michael titled his fedora down in front of him, and jumped out of the dumpster. “Maybe I’ll tell you, maybe I won’t~”, he begins to moonwalk away from her.

“What a fucking weirdo.”, she stares at him , and hops out of the dumpster. As he is seen walking away, she ponders on whether she should pursuit him or not. She suddenly blushes, and tries to get a reply out of Shinkutsuki.

[ … Don’t look at me. Your problem. ]

“Baka..”, she sighed.

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