<Nocturnal Harmonia>

[Bloodedge]

"I bet. You look like you can do things Roze would need three more personal growth arcs to manage," Yugi surmised. Beyond his deviant thoughts, he imagined Enju would be a very valuable observation target for his Sharingan. He was considering some candidates for something like that, but also believing he and Gojo were likely on the same page about something. Combat ability would likely be handled very soon, Yugi thought. As for Makima, she'd apparently filled only a quarter of that bucket... because she had self-control. "Is this the part where you admit to saving the rest for me? Because that's the part I'm hoping for," he quipped. A brief exchange about some guns occurred between the two women, settling on Makima offering only a single returned gun to Enju. Yugi began considering something else. "Shop," he muttered before addressing the white-haired woman again. "Vintage Roze, two guns. Annoying parasite that wants to control the body. Should be able to..." He trailed off there, leaving most follow-up thoughts in his head until a new question was asked ─ if it could be called a question. "I need... a piece of the parasite. Something with power in it."

Gojo was countered swiftly. Miko claimed a right to asking questions and using him as a resource, as a student should. A technically abusive train of thought like that was... perfectly fine with the blindfolded man, so he shrugged. "Can't argue with that! Gotta get paper from the ones who've got it!" he stated. Alas, it seemed Miko's question would be abandoned... or at least 'boxed' as she would put it. Another 'prisoner' was speaking, and Miko hyper-fixated on that man's voice at a speed that had to be record-breaking somewhere. Gojo was left with an open mouth, looking as if he had something to say... but she was already gone. "Damn. That ass really moves," he commented. By then, Miko was looking into another cell. There she'd see a slim-yet-muscular young man of average height with spiky white hair that was red inside. There were numerous scars on his face, one on his right side with another cutting vertically through his left eye, as well a horizontal on his left cheek. His right eye was red and his left eye was grey. His pants were white with red endings kept with black belts with a silver fivel and opened black buttons, which also flared. He wore no shirt, his scarred arms and torso on full display apart from a red choker with belts wrapping diagonally down either side of his chest. Of course, that choker was only occasionally made visible beneath the magic metal shackle keeping him chained to the cell's rear wall, matching the pair keeping his wrists bound and linked to the ceiling. Another pair of shackles kept his ankles to the floor, but he seemed completely unbothered by his bound state as he shot a smiling glare at the brunette outside his door. "You look familiar. Another lost little lamb? Nah. Oi, Shepherd! There's a wolf in your herd now! She's gonna eat everything inside the fence! Gya─hahaha!"

[Apollymi]

"Yeah, Roze is limited by her universe's mechanics. It's part of why i was introduced as the young Kumori kid~" she mused. Such information was pretty common in circles of people who ended up as Aeon's faces. They often dropped people into different universe to expand their abilities or show off their more natural states. It was why there were so many different characters with the same faces, but different personalities and powers. No matter, Makima was asked about her filled bucket and strangely told by the lad that he'd like to hear that she was saving the rest for him. "Oh? You kids are into the strangest things~" she said noncommittally. Still, she'd been willing to give the former assassin back a single one of her guns and Yugi apparently wasn't alright with that. He was already claiming to give her two, and since she was releasing whoever came out of here to these two's personal custody so what they did with them wouldn't directly concern her. 'Vintage Roze' was something the lad was going for, as such a level of curiosity existed when he claimed he needed a piece of the chimera with power in it. Enju forced it out of her shoulder by it's head, grabbing a horn and breaking it off in a single moment. "OwWWW! YOU HURT US!" he complained while she simply allowed it to retreat while holding a glowing chimera horn out to Yugi. "It'll grow back," she offered plainly as she waited to see what would come of this.

Meanwhile Miko had been answeirng her curiosity and abusing her teacher for information she could get from him. Instead of getting scolded or even having Gojo be put off by being used in such a way, the man simply agreed that she should use him that way. "Exactly, I wish regular teachers made that much sense. School could have been so much easier," Miko muttered flippantly. Well, one reason school was difficult was about to make itself obvious. A voice, oneshe knew from tv interviews and appearances, had spoken to her. In that moment she lost track of all other things to pursue the visual to go along with what she heard. Hyper-fixation was a blessing and a curse, as the black haired sleepless lad became a past thought as soon as that voice as processed by her ears. She even abandoned Gojo in light of the situation, leaving him to peek at her plump bottom as she ran towards something of the highest interest. Miko was not disappointed. When she stopped in front of that cell the voice and body collided into a whole individual. She took in the sight of this man chained to a wall, covered in lean muscles and scars and drooled gently in the corner of her mouth. Ah, but that wasn't the only place moisture was pooling in her person. "I don't know what I did to deserve to see this, but my imagination couldn't have put on a display this good. Thank you Seimei-sama♪~" Miko uttered a soft and appreciative prayer. But she wasn't the only one looking. No, that man chained against a wall... was yapping in a way that her her completely zoned in, he called her a wolf, called for the Shepard, and even claimed that the girl would eat everything in the fence. At those words Makima began moving down towards that cell, mildly amused. Meanwhile, Miko was soon responding to a laugh which was maniacal but caused her loins to quiver just a bit. "SQUEEEE♪!~ THAT'S A GREAT FUCKING SOUND♪!~" Miko chirped as she mentally boxed the image of this man tied up as he was, and imagined herself taking advantage of such a thing. "I want to say free Anan... until it's backwards, but... seeing him tied up like his does somethiing for me♪~" Miko admittedly unabashedly. "A wolf is she?" Makima asked as if she'd never considered the girl that much of a threat.

[Bloodedge]

Enju was more than just Takeuchi Roze in the series Air Gear. She was also one Kumori Kaoru, a fan favorite from the series Bleach. It went without saying that Enju's obvious physical ability would be better executed in that series. "Still haven't been able to see that, but I guess I'll get to see the moves first-hand. I could go for seeing your other moves too, y'know? If that wasn't obvious enough already~" he chimed. Moving on to matters of guns and Yugi's need of the chimera's power, Enju quite effortlessly broke one of the creature's horns to present it ─ much to the chimera's dismay. That was a far better dynamic to see from them, Yugi thought. Regardless, he'd take that horn and drop it into Inventory before shifting to the crafting interface. After a minute or so, he'd finished upgrading a purchased handgun...

Chimera's Howl
Rarity: A-rank
Type: Hand Cannon
Attack +110
Agility +10

A heavy revolver-style hand cannon forged from a polished Chimera horn. The grip is wrapped in dark leather with faint crimson vein patterns that pulse when fired. The weapon feels alive — warm to the touch and humming with contained power. Fires powerful sonic rounds that deal heavy impact and piercing damage. Each shot releases a shockwave that knocks back enemies and applies "Chimera Roar" debuff (reduces enemy attack speed by 20% for 5 seconds). Critical hits cause the round to explode for additional AOE sonic damage. Damage increases by up to 25% when used in a heightened emotional state.

All the while, Miko was encountering someone she knew indirectly ─ someone who recognized her, at least in the sense of finding her familiar. She didn't have anything else to say to him directly, but her observations and thoughts were made audible. He'd called out to the 'Shepherd' who, in this case, could only be Shido Makima. As she was the one who spoke to him, she'd be the one he conversed with. "A wolf. In sheep's clothing? You know fleece looks good on wolves. It's an even better disguise than what you walk around in. You can't hide the branding iron at the end of the staff~" he said, as though he found his own words hilarious. "But you didn't put it on me. Never said why. Couldn't get it hot enough?~"

[Apollymi]

Enju was being confronted by Yugi's extreme forwardness. She wasn't unused to the attention though so in general she let it fly by with a casual scoff. "You couldn't make it more obvious if you tried. And no that isn't a challenge," she added quickly. There was a order of operations she was going for, after being locked up for a while. This lad's flirtations were obvious and she wasn't one to worry about sexual things directly. No, she'd be waiting to see what came of his creation was a gun most interesting. "Wow, you're really just over here making stuff. That's weird... awesome though," she offered as one able to enjoy things for what they were, still she wondered what kind of extra powers these kids had to have Makima just walking around with them. And what kind of dungeon they walked into to, to walk out with the power to raise the dead.

Meanwhile, that other man was still going on. Miko had been full of observations initially but she'd not lost any words spoken by the man in the cell. Makima was overlooking Miko's potential acquisition of a new route. It would seem the man in the cage saw the girl as a 'wolf in sheep's clothing'. But he claimed that Makima also looked good in her disguise though the disguise of fleece was better. "Oh? Still a bit crazed then. Rabid animals aren't allowed to roam free," Makima said without fully addressing the idea that she was something scary. Makima didn't have much more to say about it, but Miko seemed to get her wits back. "Oh, that's awesome. Anyway, huge fan!♪~ Needed to put that out there," Miko claimed happily. "As for your metaphor, you're a rejected sheep by your own logic, would you rather be a pet than put out to pasture?" Miko asked in keeping with the man's own lunacy. She saw him asa great potential person to have around, and she already liked the look of him. Makima for her part in this raised a brow, "Do you like boxing little one? You don't really seem the type..." Makima seemed almost curious. "Contrary to the financial advice I've been giving out, I didn't really enjoy boxing initially but I enjoy hot men and good sounds... and he has both!♪~" Miko asserted earnestly. Once again, Makima was barely surprised the horny lass was into Akiyama Anan but her reasoning was far from normal.

[Bloodedge]

"Is that a─" Yugi was prepared to ask if Enju's words were a challenge, but lo... she covered that base, so to speak. "Good catch," he said. Moments later, Yugi was holding onto that hand cannon with a very comfortable grip. It felt a little too good to let go of, but also somehow like something that merely bent to his will... as if it had consciousness. He viewed its details in the System, and first noticed a swirling void of darkness appearing on the screen, in an otherwise unused corner of the display. It wasn't something he could interact with yet, so he put the thought aside for later. "Hmm. It came out A-rank. Affected by the update too. Nice," Yugi commented while spinning the gun around his forefinger several times. When he was done, he gripped it by the barrel to offer Enju her new weapon. "Extra damage, a bit of extra agility. Sonic bullets that lower enemy attack speed, explode if you hit vital points, and does even more damage the more emotional you are. And... some unknown future upgrade that I can't do yet. Good enough?"

At the same time, the bound white-haired man was grinning from ear to ear as Makima called him a rabid animal not allowed to roam freely. His breathing was closer to laughter, but not quite there. Dual-colored eyes remained trained on the chairwoman, that crimson right eye sporting an eerie glow. "No freedom huh? You know you could keep me locked-up forever~ but you'll need a way tighter cage than this~" he said, chains jangling as he squirmed about for no clear purpose. The younger girl in Makima's company, the alleged wolf in sheep's clothing, introduced herself as a fan. She wanted to know if he'd rather be a pet, which was enough to make him laugh properly. "Gyehahah! A lamb as a pet? Nobody keeps pets like that. It takes a Shepherd. Isn't that right, Shi-do-Ma-ki-ma♥~" he teased, seemingly playing with the most accurate meaning of the chairwoman's name. Many who were once within Japan's underground scene understood the bitter irony of that name, and few understood it more than him. She was truly a shepherd, but she only herded toward one destination. "Wonder what came first? The name... or the woman?"

[Apollymi]

In a moment of flirtation which was less than mild, Enju proved herself to be pretty quick on the uptake and fairly good at reading people. She knew the lad who recognized her as a character from his favorite questionable anime series was likely one who could and would be way more obvious about his feelings. Cutting him off at the start was a good option so she did. And what she found for her efforts was a congratulatory statement. "Hardly a catch, at this point a meteor would be less obvious~" the woman said with a bit of quip. No matter, the lad had finished his crafting and what he had to show for it was, essentially a hand cannon. He spun that weapon around his finger making more and more observations of it. He even explained the exact nature of it, before holding it grip first towards the young woman. She placed her hand on the weapon and felt a strange comfort and familiarity. She checked it, she held it, she switched hands a couple of times... for for the sake of balancing and testing the feeling of it in active moment. "That's a lot. Even things picked up straight out of dungeons don't always have such good craftsmanship... nor as many affixes. It also feels comfortable... I assume because of it was made of something connected to me directly," she mused. "Nice job, kid." Enju gave a compliment and what Yugi would get out of it was... another 5 percent in Intimacy. Giving an assassin girl a gun was always a good choice.

Meanwhile, Akiyama Anan was still talking to Makima who seemed only mildly entertained. One of the main reasons this one wasn't allowed to roam free was the fact thta something about his experience had fundamentally changed him. He knew too much to be allowed freedom, and Makima didn't work very hard to keep him because she couldn't have the 'complete set' as she would have explained. "That sounds an awful lot like a proposition coming from you..." Makima said in that observational way she did. It was tactfully dismissive. His jingling chains and the like did nothing for Makima but Miko was still mostly entranced, there were such good sounds coming from this man that she could hardly resist temptation. According to Anan, no one kept lambs as pets, Miko pouted, "I'm not a traditional kind of pet owner," Miko mused. Makima chuckled finding her disposition amusing. "It isn't normal but I'd humor her," Makima stated diplomatically. "And the woman came first, the name would mean nothing without the one who made it important," Makima answered his question. "So, if not a pet lamb, then livestock? A girl does have to eat♪~" Miko claimed her eyes and ears still locked on the man's struggle.

[Bloodedge]

Strangely, Enju's reference to a meteor had Yugi's mind trailing off just slightly. It was a rather well-timed mention that had been going in the back of his mind for different reasons. "Funny you mention that. I'll probably be dropping meteors within the next few weeks. We'll see how it compares, and if I need to up my game~" he flirted. With that gun handed off, Yugi watched Enju give her own appraisal. He also got to see her Intimacy rise by 5%, reaching a total of 30 already. Gifts were always an effective staple of otome games; that seemed to remain true in this reality. "Glad you like it. Wanna give another gun a test?"

The words of Akiyama Anan hit Makima's ear as a proposition. They very well should have, as he meant them precisely as they were taken. "I wonder why~" he quipped. "The woman who became Shido Makima. That's pretty crazy. You could've gotten yourself a whole giant flock overrunning the world by now. Waited too long. Damn shame," he said somewhat tauntingly, yet somewhat regretful. As for the brunette, she purported to be a different sort of 'pet owner' and raised the idea of livestock as opposed to a pet. Anan stared, his eyes narrow and his grin ludicrously wide and toothy. "Wolf wants to eat, huh? Atta girl. Somebody's got to have an appetite here. Gal's got that dumb cat in her ear; no fun," he rambled, sniffing the air deeply as if he could pick up the brunette's scent through the cell. "Wrong kind of doe, but... you in heat? Smells like heat. Wolf, doe, other doe... I don't give a damn. Fucking shame, Shepherds always want to lock up the black one of the herd. Didn't even keep me to shave for her own coat. You need something for the winter?~"

[Apollymi]

Enju was joking, when she mentioned the idea of a meteor fall being less obvious than the hints this man was throwing around. Imagine her legitimate surprise when the lad claimed he be capable of throwing actual meteors in a couple of days. "Uh-huh, because this level of ridiculous is actually necessary," the woman said with a bit of snap to that attitude of hers. Oh well, this kind of speech was more normal than most and she wasn't the type to be upset either way. A new gun in hand she couldn't help but wonder this lad's angle. Makima had brought this pair down here to try pull out anyone who might perish unduly to a certain menace. As for the lad's question of if she wanted to try out another gun the light haired lass, looked at him her face shifting slightly. "Because of how you've been, I have no choice but to assume you mean the one in your pants," she said studying the lad's reaction. Well she had no reason to assume he wasn't making an offer. In fact she was more surprised that a dick hadn't been produced immediately to prove something, that's the route the 'normal' fans took. Perhaps he was simply confident, Makima doting on him, that cute brunette as his partner... there was every indication he had something interesting. Power alone wasn't all that Makima went for in others either so... why not see what kind of gun the lad had to deal with his own problems.

Makima was right in her assertion that Akiyama Anan had been propositioning her. According to that man with the dual colored eyes Makima had wasted too much time. She could have had a whole host of followers already with the right approach. "I'm too old to throw my body at every problem in front of me. I'll leave that to those with youthful exuberance," Makima stated. As far as she saw it, her current trajectory would likely give her exactly what she wanted, with a bit more developing time for the children she'd lead down here. Such a thing was making itself obvious and Yugi and Miko both tried to pick up two of the more problematic but useful pieces her Dungeons had to offer. It seemed that even Anan acknowledged Miko's oddity positively, congratulating her for her 'appetite'. "Chii♪~ I have enough of an appetite for everyone in this room that's worth being on the plate♪~ Though I'm sure some problems are also being taken care of♪~" Miko asserted. She only then got to watch as Anan sniffed the air getting a hint of her from the cell. "Waaah♪~ Didn't expect to meet a man who did that, casually," Miko observed, she had a friend who used to do a lot of strange sniffing and thus wasn't at all discouraged. Still the words of description he used afterwards hinted at an instability turned into a strength. She found him interesting and though no route had popped yet, she was willing to give a full breath of trial and error to make sure. Honesty was a bit too much in Miko's soul, she'd be answering this man's questions without hesitation, "I am always like this. It isn't a seasonal thing, and I enjoy a comfy hoodie for all weather. How about a round? I'm sure you can't knock me out in 3 minutes or less... but I could work you over♪~" Miko flirted shamelessly. Makima chuckled, "For someone who claimed she only started liking boxing for one person, you have a decent understanding. 3 minutes seems fine, call if you need to be let out..." Makima decided, opening up the cell enough for the small girl to make her way into it. She wouldn't be releasing the man inside, but it'd be worth it if hse managed to subdue him. Besides, she might get that pair by proxy.

[Bloodedge]

"You'd be surprised how necessary it actually is," Yugi argued, leaving the finer details alone for now. One day, he'd have to share some crucial information with many of the others. Before that could come, though, Yugi had to finish figuring out some things himself. As things were presently, he didn't even know how long that would take. Oh well. They were safe for the moment. The best focus, Yugi thought, was to focus on leveling and building their army... or harem ─ whichever they wanted to view it as in the moment. When Yugi mentioned the testing of another gun, Enju drew a line between the offer and his general demeanor thus far, surely having a lot of past experiences as a base as well. Did he truly mean the 'gun' in his pants? No specification would be offered by the lad, but it was obviously an option at minimum. "Assumptions can be dangerous for one side or the other, but it's whatever. Is that the gun that interests you?" he wondered, seeming rather confident.

Makima wasn't going to throw her body at problems the way the younger sort might. "Gonna talk about age? It's got more to do with being a damn jailer," Anan said, hinting at something secret and slightly forbidden. What of that brunette's appetite though? Allegedly, she had enough to consume everyone in this room ─ provided they were worthwhile. Before Anan even could, Gojo was chuckling. "Dream on. Paper-chaser, not paper-haver~" he teased. Either way, Miko was soon gaining clearance from Makima herself to enter Anan's cell. She challenged him in terms he was familiar with ─ terms he hadn't bothered with for nearly a year. One round, three minutes. She didn't think he could knock her out, but did think she could work him over? He'd heard similar things before. "Can't say I'm fit to knock anyone out like this. But you think you can take me in a round? You're gonna need a wrestling handicap. Tap tap, pup♥~"

[Apollymi]

Enju would apparently be surprised at how necessary something like dropping a meteor could be. She didn't know what kind of enemies this boy had, but if something like that was necessary, she could assume that he was going to be in a ridiculous amount of danger for a long time to come. "Whatever kind of enemy that is has to be problematic," Enju said. Well, she was an assassin first, so analyzing such things was rather easy. What wasn't as easy, was figuring out exactly what this boy's angle was. He was way too straight forward for a normal person but also too calculating for anything he was doing to be purely lust based. As for the lad's advice and cheeky question Enju had something to say to that... "The danger would be saying yes, without knowing what I was agreeing to," she said with a casual understanding. If she knew what kind of reference he was making it owul be much easier to navigate, she also couldn't assume to completely understand, this lad was obviously clever in addition to all the other things he had going on. It was quite problematic, but if he kept the Chimera quiet, she could only count him as a positive to have around. She had to assume if she she fucked him the creature may not speak to her for days on end, cross as he would be about the situation. "Guns in general interest me, confidence and potential say it may be worth the interest but I'm also practical," she said with only the amount of information required. She could play with the gun in his pants, she could also just go for regular target practice.

In the meantime, Miko was proving that she was only as practical as being horny allowed her to be. Makima was showing maturity, or by Anan's words, the restraint of a jailer by not throwing herself physically at issues. Miko heard those words and understood them. She had a casual understanding of how those connected to the underground spoke and she could tell by the way Makima inhaled that the sentence spoken by Anan had been dangerous close to a truth that wasn't supposed to be spoken aloud. "Hm, this kind of thing is exactly why you're locked up you know?" Makima pointed out. That one needed to be kept where his words had no weight. For her part in this Miko's face remained blank, obviously there were always things that shouldn't be said, and she'd be keeping any extra thoughts about such things in her head for a while to ocme. What she couldn't keep in her head, would be a response to Gojo, who called her a dreaming paper-chaser and not a paper-haver. "Tsk♪~ Even when I have it, I wouldn't stop chasing. I'm not built for stopping things I like... and you're still on the menu, Go-sei♪~ I'm not the same girl I was 10 hours ago♪~" the girl said turning her pouty face to that white haired man and sticking her tongue out at him. Makima listened to the girl talk about seeking power so very casually but knew not her reason for doing so... sooner rather than later, she'd need to understand this pair and their legitimate plans for the future. Within the cell Miko approached a new menu item with the same reckless abandon that she did anything else. When the meal was worth it, who was she to do anything but indulge until she was content. She was offered a wrestling handicap and the ability to tap out, even though Anan claimed he didn't have the ability to knock anyone out in his current position. "I don't remember asking for something like that, but I'll keep it in mind♪~" Miko said from directly in front of the man. So close to his form, her fingers would gently reach out, dancing across a torso covered in scars and muscles on her way to his pants. Still, she was gently salivating enough to go with her initial ideation and lick a line across the full texture of his torso before drawing her tongue back into her mouth. Her core tightening with a new taste and texture dancing across her tongue. "SQUEEE♪!~ This body is awesome♪!~" Miko chimed as those gentle fingers traced the indents at his hips before settling against the fore of his pants. She wouldn't be tapping out that wasn't in her nature. She was close enough to know that her safety-mechanisms were in proper place, so she supposed if this got out of hand her first would be used on Anan instead of Gojo. Still moving towards the greater goal was always a good idea.