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[The feed starts with a jolt, the blackberry had fallen off a chair in the music room to show what looked like Shiki picking up a guitar and switching on an amp. There's a loud blast of noise from it as he turns the volume up deafeningly loud.]

Good..~

[The backing music starts up and Shiki starts his practice, singing and playing the main guitars with very little problem. As he's a famous performer back home, he's putting his all into it, even if he is just dossing about.]

[[OOC: Shiki is doing a lovely rendition of Rebel Yell for the Manor's entertainment~ feel free to come and bug him, he'll lap it up and maybe even take requests]]

Current Music: Billy Idol - Rebel Yell (covered by Drowning pool)

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[Having made it a point to not go near the kitchen again, young Shiki's made his way outside basking in the greenery. There was very little left anywhere in his Japan unless you went very far into the countryside, no where near he lived anyway. Taking a deep breath he tried to clear his thoughts, shove the image of the blood stained cabinets from the front of his mind. With very little success sadly.

His face paled, remembering the smell of it. That distinctive metallic hint. Hunching up in the taller grass by the flower beds he raked his hands through his hair. Where the hell was he anyway..?]

Current Mood: distressed

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[Shiki was used to going long periods of time without running water and having to use survival instincts, but not with this much to work with. He wasn't sure why people were bitching about it so much, they just needed to use common sense. However.. there was a point where even he couldn't stand going without the basic cleaning facilities the Manor provided.

Deciding he couldn't stand smelling anymore he kicks his shoes off and wades out into a deeper area of the lake, only to start stripping off. He didn't really have anything to clean the smell from him and his clothes, just rinse it with the magical non-stagnant water and hope for the best. The water probably wasn't doing his leathers any favours, but he could worry about that later.

The cold water was a shock to the system but a welcome one at least. For once he didn't care about showing off his scars, he just wanted to be clean.]

((OOC: Feel free to bother him, join suit whatever.))

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[Private Text to Nice]

Nice, you and I need to talk. John's dead.

[Private Text to Sagaru]

I have something I need to speak with you about

Current Mood: morose

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[If anyone happens to pass Shiki in the corridors they'll see him wearing the same Military outfit that he was wearing in Venice. Instead of looking his distinctive serious business self there's something even more off about him than usual. He's got even more arrogance about him than ever and is very contentedly carrying his katana instead of it resting on his hip. He vaguely remembered this place, an echo of a lost memory. As he storms into the parlour he frowns, and gives a low growl. Because hey, if he's here then the Author had to drag his second in command with him right?]

Akira! I need those documents on the current and inactive Cantonments.... Akira!

God damn it where is that little.. I have to do everything myself don't I? No matter, I'll teach him a lesson later.

[He chuckles under his breath, looking forward to their usual daily grind.]

[OOC: Shiki's been temporarily canon bumped to Ending 2 where he killed Nano and drank his blood - the equivilent to taking completely undiluted Line, infecting him with the Nicole virus. Instead of killing him it drove him insane with power. He has superhuman abilities making him an even stronger fighter. He's managed to become the dictator of Japan in under a week with Akira as his right hand ~~love slave~~ man. He's incredibly volatile and will attack if provoked to a minor degree.]

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[Having found peace of mind for more than a few moments, Shiki's taken advantage of the situation to slip back to his room. Despite it's considerable lack of hospitality in comparison to Hakuba and Kaito's room, he'd still missed it. He hadn't slept well in days, though that could have been because he could constantly feel Kaito's eyes upon everything he did.

Kicking the door closed behind him he exhales deeply, taking in the dingy atmosphere. God he'd missed this. Opening his eyes once more a devious smirk crosses his lips as he makes his way to a small crate. Inside it was sterilising alcohol a needle and several barbells. It was either now or never. Never again would he get such an open opportunity. So, in full knowing he takes it.

The piercing wouldn't be just a simple surprise when Hakuba got his body back - it was more what it symbolised. Something material and tangible for all to see, everyone would know that Shiki owned Hakuba. He would be his and his alone. No one else could have him - no, he wouldn't allow it.
With an eerie level of professionalism he takes off his shirt and examines Hakuba's navel. Thankfully there was just enough skin space for the piercing to go with relative ease. Placing some leather scraps from the table in his mouth, he positioned the piercing clamp around the lower half of his naval. Contented with it's position he dipped the needle in the alcohol and shook it off. Carefully he held it against the skin and then pushed it through as quick as possible. His eyes watered - hissing into the strip of leather. He didn't have anything to numb the pain. Sure he'd had far worse, but that didn't mean that either he or Hakuba's body was prepared.

Sparing no time he removed the needle and shoved the barbell in place. It was a simple silver one with a ball either end to hold it in place. But it had a small neat little loop at the bottom. Once the pain numbed he'd be content with his work - until then he'd try and find some fast acting pain killers.]

Shit...

Current Mood: predatory

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( (In Person - Cut for suggestive themes) )

[The feed began on what appeared to be Sagaru, looking.. a little flushed in the cheeks. Though that smug expression he was wearing seemed certainly off. It's not really much of a secret to those with dirtier minds what he's been doing.]

Who has my body?

[OOC: feel free to flail at him for doing naughty things to Sagaru's body or just flailing at where Sagaru's gone to!]

Current Mood: accomplished

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[Shiki is sat on one of the more prehistoric trees between the Y-shaped bend in the branches. He isn't really holding the Blackberry close to his face, it's resting contentedly in his hand as he's slumped forward. It was a beautiful landscape with a good view of the watering hole, not to mention all the living fossils in front of him. Dinosaurs? Really? In a zoo? He hoped nothing would go wrong, but he wasn't going to be surprised if anything did. This was the Author. Anything for her disgusting kicks.

He absently ran his hand over the hilt of his sword, he'd need this for definite. Humans he could handle no problem, but prehistoric dinosaurs? If he was lucky then he'd be able to cause it more damage than it could him, it would be a real test of his abilities. One that he was looking forward to despite everything.]

I'm ready for whatever you have planned you pathetic little girl.

[He murmured looking towards the sky before jumping from the tree. With that he began approaching the watering hole.]

(ooc: If anyone feels like stopping/ joining him mingling with the lizardy things then have at you.4

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[Shiki has finally awoken. He can't escape the last dying memories of excrutiating agony, the burning seething rage that was bubbling within his veins. But once everything had gone black, he'd experienced this moment of.. peace. For the first time in nearly a decade he felt the closest to peace he'd ever experienced. Nothing had mattered, the deaths of his comrades, being tormented by the Premier, his family falling apart, that big empty house of silence where emotions were kept on a chokingly tight chain.

Upon his awake, that pure unadulterated rage brewed within him once more. As though it was manifested as his blood itself. How dare that coward drug him? Dying wasn't an option in his books. Not for the fact he was gone. but for what it stood for. The Perfect King Il-Re had been caught out by an underhanded tactic. He'd shown weakness. That meant anyone could take him down. That he was defeatable. That he wasn't invincible. He wouldn't stand for it-- no he couldn't. No matter what those wretched 'detectives' said or preached about the ideals of a false law. He'd find that monster and make it pay. Make it bleed and suffer as much he'd done him. Make him beg for death but deny him. Not give him the pleasure of escaping that pain. Push him until he broke. Watched the lust for life to disappear completely.

He burst from his room, not paying heed to anything that was out of the ordinary. His eyes weren't the blood red they normally were, but a mahogany brown, but he wasn't about to notice, after all, bigger more important things on his mind. First thing was first, call in a favour with the scruffy detective. But.. Holmes' name wasn't on the plaque. He'd been sent home?]

Tch. How nice.

[What a pain, no matter. He'd find someone else to get answers from. By any means.]

Current Mood: predatory

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[Something about the last plot had struck him as just.. off. More so than usual. He knew how things would turn out for him. Honestly he wasn't sure what to make of it. So many unanswered questions, so many things left too vague for his tastes. As he was sat there, he let his mind wander. If he were to kill the Premier... what would be left for him? He couldn't adapt well, he was too used to the way Toshima was. All he'd done now was simply out of determination to kill the man and forget everything, but by doing so he'd shut himself off from everything. There had to be a better way, some way to make himself not become so isolated. He worked well like that, but after living in the Manor for a number of weeks had been a bit of an eye opener of just how out of touch he was, how bad things were. Giving a huff he shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts and listen to the music playing.
The club almost made him wish that the neutral zone hotels and bars were like this, almost.]

You know how to kick a guy's feet out from under him Lady..

Current Mood: listless
Current Music: Secret - The Birthday Massacre

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[Anyone entering the kitchen will see a wheelchair by the countertop. It's facing away from the door, so to see who was in there, you'd have to walk around. Those who haven't shifted this week will recognise that it's Shiki. His clothes are different, much more modest than his usual gaudy attire. A simple grey brown shirt and black jacket and a blanket over his legs. His head's leaning as though the muscles just aren't working, eyes glossed over, non-responsive and just... there. It's eerie to look at for a long time. But at the same time relatively sad. How the mighty merciless killer of the Igura has been reduced to a catatonic state. With the Premier dead there was nothing left for him. Nano had won after all...]

[OOC: Shikitti will be waking up come Wednesday time, but if someone could keep an eye on him until then that'd be much appreciated!]

Current Mood: Catatonic

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[Anyone who's been paying attention to Shiki over the past few days will notice he's become gradually more and more twitchy and tense. Some would put it down to pre-battle stress. That's partly it, but it's something that runs a little deeper. Something much closer to home. Something much more raw causing anxiety. So, he subtly excuses himself, saying he's checking on something within the woods - just an area check to make sure there's no Kishin.

Once out of sight, within a clearing in the woods, that's when everything kicks off. With a frustrated yell he kicks one of the trees. Lashing out at anything within his sight, yelling as he does. Raking his hands through his hair.
'Not again. I'm not losing an entire squad again. I refuse to have that responsibility resting on my shoulders!'

Again and again he begins hitting just one tree, sure he's taking chips from the bark but his gloves are becoming worn, knuckles warming. He knows he's split the skin but even so he just keeps beating the living daylights into the damn thing. Seemingly never tiring.

Eventually he stops punching, slumping down by the stump of the tree. His knees tucked up to his chest, momentarily curled up at least. He stretches out and sighs, clenching and unclenching his fist, wincing as he does. It might not have been the best idea especially when he clarifies he's quite severely torn the skin on his knuckles. Not the best idea he's ever had..

Soon enough he'd clear his head. But this seems.. too much like when he fought against the Nicole:Premier. The odds almost as bad as they were now. He was the only one who survived. He wasn't prepared for that again, he was nearly broken the last time. Why? Was this just something the Author was doing on purpose? Was she trying to push all the wrong buttons?]

..Shit..

Current Mood: stressed

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[Shiki appears on the feed, with a clutter, the blackberry fell from his pocket and seems to be surrounded by Kishin. He has a rapier in hand which he would complain about, but he was getting too big of a kick from slicing and dicing the monsters at hand. For once a challenge, something new for him to test his strength against - This was what he lived for, all he lived for anymore. The rush, the adrenaline thrill of knowing that you were stronger than anything else. Holmes didn't seem to be complaining either, then again he assumed it was because he was in such close contact with another. Either that or he had his 'eyes' wrenched shut and was just hoping for this all to end soon.

No matter how many the man had slain more and more seemed to gather, obviously lower strength drones. It was quite rapidly becoming a sea of small red souls rather than monsters. As eventually the constant crowd of Kishin became reduced to the final opponent.

He stared at it for a long time as it jerked around as though it was experiencing spasms whilst all joints were dislocated before he sliced it diagonally across the chest, watching it fall to the ground before exploding into another red soul.]

Well, what are you waiting for? Devour them and we'll move onto the next batch.

[He stabs the rapier into the ground and waits for it to turn back into Holmes.]

Current Mood: energetic

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[Nothing appears to be new about him asides the strange shirt he seems to be wearing, it clings tighter than his usual turtleneck, but he doesn't mind too much. He also seemed to have new headphones listening to lord knows what. He's just below the Eiffel Tower looking relatively confused. In his world he was fairly sure that it had been destroyed thanks to the third world war. He's sat under a parasol from one of the cafés trying to manage a brioche. Granted it was a lot more flavoursome than he was accustomed to, having a little difficulty with keeping it in his system. Someday he'd manage the food, especially as it wasn't something hideously processed.]

Strange...

Current Mood: hungry
Current Music: Fire Away - Kill the Alarm

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[In Shiki's quest to adapt to his surroundings had been seeking some way to hone his skills without his prized Katana. A present from his commander to prove he was the best. Not that it mattered anyway. If anything the outdoors seemed to be a nice distraction from the ever growing populace of furry pests within the Manor. In some way he enjoyed the change of scenery, even if it was nothing more than an annoyance. Then again - when life gives you lemons you make the best damn lemonade you can with it, which was exactly what he was doing. There must have been some purpose to him being brought here in the grander scheme of things than simply the Author. Teach him to become the best warrior possible with more means than just his katana and wits? He'd see. Until then he took a seat by the lake's shore, giving a confused glance to what looked like a construction site. Little did he know that he was looking right at Jack's attempt to make the Black Pearl.]

The hell..?

Current Mood: restless

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[Now that Shiki is well and truly back in the Manor he feels an odd sense of relief. They must have been trying some form of operant conditioning, although their method only made him wonder how they knew about his past. It was confidential to everyone, simply because there were no files on him on record at all. He growled in frustration and ran a hand through his hair. It was bad enough he'd been subjected to that but when he returned he was stuck wearing some ridiculous costume. He then begins to make his way to the kitchen, he hadn't eaten all week and was ready to kill for something to eat. Upon arriving at the kitchen he finds a small bowl filled with sweets. The entire place looked tacky with stereotypical decorations everywhere, lurid orange didn't do much for him.

Cocking a brow he picks one out of the bowl and pops it into his mouth as he pulls a few things from the cupboard to make a simple bowl of cup noodles for a start. The sweet admittedly is more flavoursome than he's used to and is sorely tempted to spit it out, even if it does taste better than anything he'd eaten back home in a long time. Eventually he swallows it, making the face you usually make when you've just eaten something sour, wincing and biting his bottom lip waiting for the flavour to pass.

He's just about to take a seat at the table, and dig into his noodles when he spots one of the cupboard doors banging open and closed repeatedly. Shiki just gives it an unimpressed expression before eating a forkful of noodles. Only to have the pot flipped into his face.
With the chickeny noodle goosh running down his face he inhales deeply, as he exhales it's a growl, putting the fork down and simply wiping his face on some kitchen towel. A tiny voice somewhere just laughing all the while.]

So, now she's going to try and deprive me of food too? Tch.

Current Mood: aggravated

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[..Before a vowel, 'necr-' combining form - indicating death, a dead body, or dead tissue necrology necrophagous necrosis.
(from Greek 'nekros', corpse)

The feed starts with this strange noise, it sounds like a warning growl. Shiki however just rolls over in the corner of the room on his fairly decrepit looking bed - it's a perfect echo of his home, even down to the last spring that's jabbing into his back. Then without warning there's a loud growl as something starts stalking towards the restless hunter. Unable to ignore it any further Shiki shoots bolt upright only to be met with what can only be described as a vision of something hellish. He was about to yell something about being quiet when all that he can seem to muster is:]

FUCKING--

[Practically throwing himself from the bed, he remembers he doesn't have his katana to fight the beast. Did the author god-damn plan this?! Son-of-a--. Not thinking anything else but 'I must survive this' he grabs the blackberry, narrowly missing being crushed by a hefty swing, his bed being the victim instead. All the while the monster is making the most blood curdling noise that sounds like a crazed gorilla and something he can't put his finger on, anyone in the near vicinity will hear the ruckus, combined with loud crashes and swearing. What looks like tentacles from it's mouth, desperately grappling to try and grab his arm leg, something so it can have it's food . With no other option he dives out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. For some reason the creature can't get out of his room, despite it's previous display of strength. Was something stopping it? He looks to the blackberry, he doesn't realise it but he's in a cold sweat. It's visible across his form as in his frenzied panic he didn't manage to pick up his jacket or shirt, just the token tight trousers.]

What the hell was that?! Is this the Author's idea of a joke!?

[OOC: Just so you get the basic idea of what this thing's like, here's a clip from dead space~]

Current Mood: stressed

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[If anyone is passing through the entry hall they'll see Shiki go into the pool room. He's figured that he can't do his usual here, as there's no trace of his usual supply of Line to distribute..only then to kill them all once they got hooked. He's fine, annoyed, but he can improvise. Having found a pool he's realised that he can at least work on sustaining his strength. So if anyone follows him or happens to be in there, you'll find him doing laps at a disturbing speed. Yes, he is a a freak about keeping at his peak strength and constantly getting stronger.]

Current Mood: energetic

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[The feed starts amidst a vague amount of interferance and settles on a tall slender man clad in nothing but black. The only variants are the gaudy silver necklaces, studded bracelets and his deep crimson eyes. He makes a frustrated growl as he examines the inside of the entrance hall. It wasn't tasteless enough to be Arbitro's place. But even still.

He keeps on walking, not saying anything, he never was the type to verbalise when he was alone. Nor was he the kind to call out for anyone, he'd hunt someone down and get some answers out of them. After all, this wasn't where he was supposed to be by any stretch of the imagination, it was too...peaceful. But he knew the minute he found someone, god help them if they were the ones who kidnapped him.]