Charles Patricius

According to Kaguya, Kazu was avoiding assumptions on his own part. It was logical, albeit not majorly concerning to him. One noteworthy point however, was the mention of his daughters. He supposed that was a situation he'd have little choice but to confront in time; he couldn't just leave the mothers to deal with that sort of thing. Everything else could be a non-issue, but that was something Kazuhiko had to stand on. "Fair point. I'll keep it in mind," he said. As it stood, there was little point in worrying about it right this moment. He'd still keep it on the backburner until there was more freedom to mull over it. Before any of that settled though, there was a sudden new voice drawing his attention. Kazu leaned his chair back on its hind legs, seeming casual as ever. Eventually, his head tilted back enough that he could see... something really quite stunning. There was a curvaceous pillar of white with a long mop atop it. He had nothing to say, but he was immediately taken by one of the most impressive racks he'd seen since Saori. "Woah," Kazu muttered under his breath.

Meanwhile, Sakura wondered what else she would be needing. She'd get no direct answer at the time, sadly. Instead, her conversation with the orange-haired male would take a backseat to something far rarer in this era than it could have been. That initial reaction said he was the first of such experiences for Sakura. The way he saw things, that assumption was all the reason he needed to ensure he kept pushing forth ─ literally even. Into her throat he went, whether her mind and body accepted it or not. It would do no harm to further enforce their independence from the soul and promote growth on three fronts for the young goddess. Beyond that, it seemed Sakura's mind accepted before her body did, prompting a conscious acceptance even if the body and soul couldn't keep pace. Those gagging convulsions were fuel to the proverbial fire for the man, who seemed to feast on Sakura's physical responses as they, too, evolved. By the time he could see tears welling up in her eyes, he made the active decision to add thrust to the equation. Each time he forced the bob of her head down, he stroked between her breasts and deeper into her throat with abandon. "New for you, huh Girlie? Terrified yet? Or is this doing even more for you?" he wondered.

A bit of information was acknowledged and then they were content to move on. Kazuhiko himself was leaning back and eventually looking at the figure of the young woman who'd entered, everyone else was in various points of watching the oaf type take his pictures, and drop bodies into what looked like a waste disposal bin. All of that was happening even as that young woman questioned Kaguya. It was quite the same this one was already technically spoken for, she was interesting. Her eyes covered the room once more, that closed stock room had someone in it, no... two people but no one seemed concerned about it. "Woah yourself," the woman said her eyes landing on Kazuhiko. 'He doesn't have a face... even I think that's weird.' she thought which made Anya's eyes snap to her as she looked at Kazuhiko. What did that mean? Maybe the others at this table were prepared to kill, maybe the had the ability to do so, but there was something odd about Kazuhiko. She'd only seen casual menace in people like Hiruko it was unusual to see something like that in anyone else. The detailed images she was receiving were also odd enough for her to see the extent of the damages done. "This is quite impressive. Whatever..." she said seeming not to care too much either way. But she didn't keep her eyes off of Kazuhiko. "Who's responsible for this?" she asked as if she had no inkling of the answer. But she'd already put that together. Instead she was casually watching the idiot she'd brought along drop the last of the bodies and begin spraying chemical mixtures to squeegee away any remaining traces of anything they'd done. No more throw up, no more blood, no more bodily fluids. Personal effects bagged and tagged and all bodies separately dropped into that box. As for the table that the boys had originally occupied it was also stripped of its contents, those placed in bags as well. No need to add confusion to any of these moments. No one was coming back here that had disappeared.

Meanwhile Sakura was pushing her body to its limits. Her soul was not able to interfere and her mind had made a decision, it was now simply up to her body to make up the rest of the difference. A decision it wouldn't really be allowed to make as it was now dealing with the force of something so much bigger than itself trying to force its way down her throat. Sakura found that gagging sensation to be a strange one, but given the movements of the orange haired man's hips, there was nothing unpleasant in it for him. Her own body seemed to be struggling for breaths in between, even as she began to use her nose instead. She wanted to analyze this further but didn't have the extra facilities for it given she also had to keep her breathing even through those small gaps. Her mind was excited, but she had to remain calm... to keep her body adjusting. It would all be much easier if her body would simply do what it needed to do without involving her so steeply. That was an exciting thought... Was this terrifying her? No... her face was reddened tears were streaming and she could feel tension between her breasts. Even so, she wasn't having a bad time, her tongue lashed out periodically. If she could get her body to commit to those responses, learn the pattern of them, then she could... use her mind to thing about more important things. She simply had to get it caught up enough for her to do what she needed. That seemed possible. 'I can do that.' she thought.

A softly muttered 'wow' from Kazuhiko resulted in this strange woman looking his way with a response to offer. Woah yourself, she said. What did that mean? Was he to take that as silencing? Was it actually a sign of her being just as blown away when looking at him? Obviously Kazu hoped for the latter. She reminded him of someone, but... not quite enough. Whatever the case, she and her comrade were obviously hear to do the requested cleanup job, which only the large male actually performed while Kazuhiko paid him no attention at all. No, his eyes weren't shifting away from the upside-down view of whoever this woman was. There wasn't much to be said during all the ogling, at least... until she asked who was responsible for this. One could only assume she was talking about the dead players, considering the purpose of her visit. "Oh," Kazu said, snapping back to reality for a moment. His hand rose casually even as he kept looking at the woman upside-down. "That was me. Sorry about the house call, but uh..." He had to stop himself once more. In truth, Kazuhiko could have eliminated the bodies with a bit of otherworldly behavior, but it would have endangered too many things and people. He couldn't just go around admitting that, though. "Yeah, anyway, nice assist!"

With Sakura's soul being unavailable to offer assistance of any sort, her body was proving how difficult its current situation was. She would have found herself in serious danger if her mind wasn't strong enough to force cooperation in the right moments, allowing steady enough breathing and the like. Still, her current partner was a bit too devious to allow adjustments via stagnation. Endlessly did he grin down into her face as those cheeks flushed and those eyes became wetter still. "Nah, that's not terror. It's doing something else..." he chattered. The man chose to leave the topic there just for a moment, as there was something more he wanted to do. Fingers laced through Sakura's hair, his hand palming her cranium as the tension in his digits took her hair by the roots. With that, he'd be forcing her head lower and lower still. He aimed to fill her throat completely and remain lodged within it, as if to keep Sakura choking for quite some time. Of course, he wouldn't just be letting her pass out; there would be no point in that. The man instead kept watch for any sign of faltering which, if seen, would have him letting go of her head. Only then would his speech continue. "What is it?"

Kazuhiko had his words met, but not for reasons he might have thought. That wasn't to say this green haired woman didn't think him attractive. No, the longer she looked at him, the more she knew he had a whole host of ordinary features, but somehow they all worked so perfectly together that he was just stunning really. That could have been it, but that wasn't why she was looking at him. Her concern was his lack of face with the presence of so many bodies. Killing wore on people in a way that other killers recognized. Whether your kills were by choice or by force, it was all over one's visage and attitude. But this one looked unbothered, so very unbothered given the number of bodies she'd walked into. He'd even volunteered himself as the mastermind behind those kills. "Uh-huh..." that was all she said. "No face, unbothered, full responsibility..." she commented. 'Weird, he's so fucking weird. There is no way this is a normal day!' she thought as her level of annoyance built just a tad. Whatever this boy was going to end up, she wasn't sure and that made it even more unnerving for her. "Alright get up, taking a picture..." she said seemingly without much extra thought. "What did I get sent to this is so fucking weird..." she uttered softly. She held up her phone ready to take a picture of the lad whenever he was ready. With everything else cleaned up that man packed away the other objects and pushed that large closed waste bin towards the door. Pausing if only for instructions. "Oh, before I send him to load up the van, is there currently a body in that closet, or rather is there going to be?" she wouldn't be the one who was called out for skipping out on her duties, whatever they actually were. It would be Kaguya who smiled and shook her head, "Iia, she's ah... catching a body, not making one. But you know how it is, can't complain when you're asking for a distraction~" she offered which earned her a quick glance and another of those odd hand twitches. 'That one seems like she'd fit in. Whoever is in the closet obviously has some odd appeal but this guy... why?' she wondered only to move past it and get her own day out of this shop before she got herself in trouble. "Load up the van, wait for me by my door." and with that the man would be dragging his bounty out of the door and beginning the process of putting away the things that were there, while his overseer tied up any loose ends.

Meanwhile Sakura was finding out what it was like to be a masochist when danger was eminent. The truth of the matter was, she wasn't really used by others, not in a way that actually felt threatening. So imagine her surprise, when hands were laced into her hair and her head was forced down onto a cock which it defintiely wasn't ready to properly take. There wasn't a possible adjustment for her mind to force her body to undertake. Without being able to properly breath her throat was contorting, trying to reject what was being forced into it. She wasn't terrified, she knew it shouldn't be possible to actually kill her this way. That being said her body simply wouldn't react. The natural inclination to protect itself was too high. Those flushed cheeks and wet eyes only became more. Tears began to fall down her face, saliva was expelled from her mouth falling down into her cleavage as the adjustments were tried to gain any possible reprieve. It wasn't until her body stopped being able to try, when it decided it couldn't push enough and tried to shut down, did she find reprieve. But that was something... she'd let her body panic but her mind had remained calm... perhaps there was a greater division to find there. 'How do humans get anything done, if they can't think past panic. It's pitiful.' she decided. Still those eyes of hers were turned up as sweet breath returned and the unconscious inhale, taking the deepest breath. If she could speak what would she say? "My body is panicking but I understand something... and I think it will be useful," she'd utter.

Whatever this woman's thoughts of Kazuhiko were, he was keen to find out if possible. How to approach it, however, was a different matter entirely. Kazu had segues into interactions with everyone else thus far, but he'd not yet dealt with a woman who lacked knowledge of the magical world and its associated features. This one seemed to find his behavior strange. She was a killer or at least involved in killing, but his kills were of a very different variety. He wasn't some trained assassin or contract killer, but instead someone desensitized via totally different means. Foregoing that discussion, Kazu blinked twice when the woman spoke of taking a picture. There was an immediate hope of it being a contact photo, but... Kazu wasn't stupid enough to think that was reasonable. Still, he'd flip into a standing position and contemplate a pose right away. "That's so sudden! Alright, hang on... what do I do? Should I go more serious for the vibes, or is it more of a candid thing? I don't wanna oversell myself, but I do still wanna sell myself, y'know? Also, if I'm selling, are you buying? 'Cause again... woah," he reiterated. While Kazu contemplated a picture far too much, the lummox was sent outside where he would be left waiting near Soma's location. The black-haired male had been meandering around the van, and would be interrupting the large man before he packed away those bodies and belongings. "Don't do it. Keep that evidence on your person, and take anything else out of the van before your boss shows up," he ordered, glowing eyes staring into the idiot's face.

Also on the topic of staring into faces, the man in Sakura's company couldn't keep his eyes off hers. Of course there were additional reasons behind this, including his desire to keep her conscious throughout a bit of throat abuse. There was nothing like the first time. All that color on her face and all the moisture pouring from her eyes and mouth made such an incredible visual, he couldn't resist reaching under her chin to squeeze her face, even slapping her cheek playfully with the other hand. "You know what's best about a girl like you ─ a girl whose face doesn't carry an expression most times? Fucking it all up. Love to see it♥~" he claimed. As for what she gained from that treatment, Sakura mentioned an understanding of something. "You should understand something. For starters, you're never going to be the same after today. I'm gonna test out all the tricks you've learned so far, pull out all the stops myself, and tear down this body until it crumbles. Run your little experiments if you can. You know how caterpillars become butterflies?"

Apparently, there would be a picture taken, but before this happened, the green haired young woman would be confronted with oddities. She'd told him to stand up for the picture and he'd immediately turned into some kind of fanatic type. Wanting to know the kind of picture he should take to sell himself but not oversell himself. He also slipped in the idea of asking if she was buying what he was selling. "What?" she said first, taking a deep breath her fingers twitching just a little, she couldn't help it. This kind of nonchalance was well beyond what was normal. Even the most seasoned killers with the most in-depth covers didn't come with such a relaxed nature in their outside moments. She couldn't help the break, the snap that occurred as this young man thought about the nature of this picture and tried to hit on her. From her hair came a butterfly knife which was flipped out of her air and into her hand at his neck as a reflex to her naturally building frustrations and confusions. "What the actual fuck is wrong with you?" she asked intending for him to be at knife point. At the same time, the large man who should have been packing the van and getting ready to go, was being stopped from his original directive. Instead, that bin full of bodies was left curb side. He soon met the eyes of young man who spoke to him and nodded. Only then would he move back to the van. He'd remove from it, a small case containing more of that young woman's butterfly knives, a pair of large designer sunglasses and an half-drank cup of boba tea.

At the same time, Sakura was being given a lesson in physical abuse the likes of which she'd not known before this moment. A playful slap was delivered to her face as she gained the male perspective about what was good about the way she was. Though she didn't normally emote, apparently messing up her normally stoic visage was something worth seeing. She got this even as her chin was grabbed. She had no idea what her face looked like presently but she did know this man wasn't the only one who enjoyed when her expressions changed. Admittedly he was likely seeing versions of her face which were way more extreme than the norm. "Sou ka, that answers a question." she claimed seeming to have entertained such thoughts herself at least a little. Beyond this point there was more he had to say, by her own understanding Ascension was imminent. When asked a specific question about making a caterpillar into a butterfly she thought of her own observations of such creatures. "Alchemy." that was her simple answer as she managed to take several breaths but continued to move her breasts against his cock while it wasn't occupying her mouth, as if a natural inclination was reached even if she wasn't honestly thinking about it. Perhaps this was how such a thing was supposed to work, she'd have to fully test the independance of her parts, if her body was to be broken it would be a good time to fully set it to its own autotomy.

The woman behaved differently when questioned and propositioned. At no point did she answer either of his curiosities. Instead, she became a bit twitchy until she pulled a small weapon from her hair. Interestingly enough, Kazu's eyes followed her entire process from initial reaction to follow-through. He didn't move a millimeter, but there was a slight shift in his expression. His senses were more than capable enough to detect killing intent when acted upon. For less than half a second, there was a looming threat from Kazuhiko. Instinct said to react, to turn the tables... but he didn't go that far. Instead, he stood motionless and stared into the woman's face while she held a knife to his neck with questioning. What was wrong with him? Well, he'd answer while completely ignoring that knife. "Uh... do you mean the picture thing, or the hitting on you thing? 'Cause I was serious about that part. Promise it'd be awesome; I can show you some crazy stuff," he said, obviously more interested in having a time with this woman instead of that nonexistent threat to his life. All the while, Soma was watching a man with a brain size disproportionate to the mass of his body move items out of the van. Judgmentally did he look at the man as half a cup of boba tea was brought out. He'd be taking that, the glasses and the knives. The box was kept under his arm, the glasses placed atop his head, and the boba held in his otherwise free hand. "... I guess that's my fault. I should have specified anything incriminating. Whatever," he said with a deep sigh while inspecting the cup. "Give me the keys."

Sakura had already been on her way to figuring out the truth behind breaking barriers of emotionlessness and why others enjoyed it. A little confirmation could go a long way. This man kept eyes pinned on her current face as he squeezed, turning it slightly one way and the other, thinking one of three things could improve the look. "Yeah? Good," he stated. Regarding butterflies and their process of coming into existence from caterpillars, Sakura blamed... alchemy. She definitely wasn't wrong. All living creatures contained the framework for at least one or two schools of alchemy, whether innate or conscious. Her breasts were still active against his shaft, and in response he'd be periodically plunging into her mouth and down into the depths of her throat ─ just to retreat again. He couldn't let Sakura or himself relax too much for too long, after all. "That's a start. You know every caterpillar is born with everything it needs to become a butterfly? All it has to do is make a cocoon and dissolve its entire body ─ every tissue except the ones that are useful to create a butterfly. They reduce themselves to a soup, and a butterfly builds itself out of everything it needs that's been floating around in there. People still haven't figured out all the details of that yet."

The assassin who'd been sent to clean up the mess had managed to do exactly that, but completing the rest of her desired actions she'd be distracted and annoyed to the point of lashing out. But even that didn't go the way it was meant to, the strangest thing occurred. With a knife at his throat, the young lad explained that he was serious about hitting on her and mentioned the truth joyfully. What was more the entire group seemed to be less concerned about her actions than she might have thought. By the time they should have realized she had her supposed leader at knife point she would have expected someone to stand up, an attack or a threat. But no. What she received instead was something entirely different. "Oya, Nee-san... I can vouch for that being a worthwhile endeavor, a few of the others can as well~" Kaguya mentioned without seeming to care very much. "Is that what you do with that much hair? Agreed though, if you have the time to spare he's great fun," she encouraged as well. A pause happened as this green haired girl studied Kazuhiko's face. He was still so very ordinary. Brunette was hardly special, taller than average sure, a nice face, a fluffy mop of that same hair. Why was he so attractive. "Everyone is this room is weird. And I don't mean kids playing card games weird, I mean... really fucking weird, even to me..." she withdrew her knife and put it back in her hair without thinking too much "Give me your phone unlocked and pose however you like for the picture," she said without saying anything else. If two women agreed to his 'goodness' and he didn't flinch when having a knife drawn on him, he'd at least be worth talking to, assuming of course he survived his next encounter. If she was given his phone, she'd be putting her number into it, under the name, 'Habakiri'. As for the idiot outside, he'd done as he was asked. Was there anything else incriminating in the van? No, these vehicles were put together to be used, then cleaned and scrapped without warning. And because of the kinds of plates they had, they weren't likely to be stopped or looked into in the slightest, such was a benefit of the person who commissioned them. Whatever the case, the bin of bodies and all the things associated with them were by the man and he returned to Soma to hand him the keys to the van which he was supposed to be starting. Oddly enough, he didn't even question why he was doing this.

Meanwhile, Sakura was having her face moved in a manner which was less than friendly. It was like she was being inspected, but that didn't seem like a bad thing as this man's eyes remained on her person. He complimented her thought process and she would continue her own activities. Still there was no real halt from him either, his cock would continue poking into her mouth and moving through her breasts periodically at his own whims. All while they discussed this matter of butterflies. Just the same she was receiving a life lessons about butterflies and what humans did and didn't understand about them. From her own ability to extrapolate, she could say this entire conversation was some sort of allegory for the way her Ascension should work. Melting down parts and reforming them for the sake of her next big step, Whatever the case, that occasional choking and the drool and extra force she was receiving was quite different from anything else she'd experienced thus far. The stance that this would be her best experience and turned into her number one was one which she would agree with even right at the beginning like they were. She couldn't explain it, but she was already feeling quite hot, there was so much build up between them, even with just a conversation. How did she managed such without full spiritual influence, how did she keep her body moving without dragging her mind out of the thoughts? She needed this to work. "I feel like I heard something like that before...I also think I understand how to use that information," she said before her mouth was filled by one of those incidental strokes.

When the woman pulled a knife and held it against Kazuhiko's neck, anything resembling a threatening feeling was fleeting. He didn't get the impression that she wanted him dead beyond the very first reactive moment. Indeed, Kazu could liken her to someone else he knew ─ someone who could kill reflexively without having any truly negative thoughts about the target. The more he thought about that comparison, the more he considered it... kind of hot. Luckily for him, two of the girls he shared recent experiences with offered backup for his claims of satisfaction. This woman thought he and the others were weird. Kazuhiko didn't think she was one to talk as someone who took a call to clear out dead bodies in a trading card shop. Regardless, his satisfaction came when his phone was demanded. Kazu didn't hesitate to pull the device from his pocket, unlock it, then hold it out on offer. "Yosh! Nice assist!" he said, praising Kaguya and Ai for their contributions. "Can I get one of you too? I'm really big on pictures lately," he requested of the green-haired woman thereafter. As for his pose, Kazu had finally come up with something. His left hand rose and pointed outward, covering his left eye while having its thumb angling down and forefinger curling in. His right hand came up a little higher, fingers down until its forefinger met his left thumb, and its thumb met his left forefinger. There was a grin on his face and a slightly narrowed, confident eye showing within the strange heart gesture he made. Such was how he decided to pose for the picture.

Butterflies were such a strange topic to address, but there were so few analogies the ginger could make without spoiling too much. The destruction of one's entire being was often necessary for the most ridiculous of evolutions. It would be more important for her than it was for most others, if only due to a special constitution Sakura possessed ─ one others were not so lucky to be born with. She seemed to be making some progress toward understanding something beyond the world's current limitations. He'd happily see her reach that understanding, but... only under duress, of course. He wouldn't be skipping such a valuable opportunity for an enjoyably sloppy start, either. Once Sakura voiced her understanding of knowledge application, the male shifted his hand to gather her hair, pulling it up tightly and lifting his own body into a standing position. He'd been enjoying the feel of her breasts though, so he was sure to push forward enough to keep them squished into place by his lap. "Understanding's good. But... what'd you come up with?"

The girl with the green hair was indeed unstable, but the lack of real reaction from the group at least cemented their threat level. She saw them as weird, but she could also admit to her own problematic behavior regardless of how she felt. Her end answer was to give this lad her number, if for no other reason than to find out what the younger girls were so willing to share. The lad so quickly handed over his phone and she placed that name and number in it. She handed it back. As for the nice assist, Ai and Kaguya only laughed, "Anytime~" the chimed in unison. Both getting the feeling they'd be doing something like this quite often. Regardless of that, the girl who was taking a picture would do so and find herself looking at a rather odd expression. Her brows drew together but she couldn't deny it was a great looking picture. "It is weird how extraordinary this manages to be... never mind." she mumbled. She saved it, both for herself and to show her boss. As for the question of a picture for the lad, "You can have... one picture and only call me after you've met my employer..." she said. As a still photogenic individual she managed a bright smile for such an image with her head leaning into her unoccupied hand. Whenever that picture was taken she'd be turning to leave, "Be good Briar... try not to get caught up in too much~" she offered that one casual warning to Kaguya before turning on her heels to leave, walking out the door and expecting to find herself with a lump of man meat waiting to put her into the van so she could complete her task.

Meanwhile, Sakura was on the receiving end of more abuse, all while discussing and thinking about butterflies. Of course, she didn't mind it, even has hands were pulling her hair, and arranging her body she found the entire experience to be one she couldn't hate. No, in fact this kind of use of her physical form had been much more like what she was looking for initially. When asked what she came up with she was wincing and moaning just a little her eyes dancing with emotion that didn't normally register. "There is one, a very aggressive form of sex coming. It feels like it'll be good... I am excited about it. Then, it seems as if my form of evolution will require a breakdown of base materials to feed into my first Ascension. Even if I have all the parts I need, a certain amount of catalyzing and cannibalizing of standard parts will be for the best. I could also use it as an opportunity to properly separate the active use of my mind, body and soul... if I manage both then I should be able to create a new and better me, and carrying on my experiments while dallying in the human experience," she explained her general plans and what she'd come up with based on her understanding.