decaying: (❀ Jᴜsᴛ ᴅɪᴇ)
神田 ユウ ([personal profile] decaying) wrote in [community profile] onepassingnight 2013-02-10 02:40 pm (UTC)

Her last words sparked some interest. It really hadn't hit him how much of his world Ami didn't know, or about him, that it was no surprise she would be curious. He started leading her again, her arm secured under his as he figured showing her around wouldn't hurt.

"We're in the Chinese Branch of the Black Order Headquarters at the moment. It's been in existence for centuries. We're literally inside a mountain range and the headquarters go deep into the ground. There's places that are too hot for some and others too cold. It's a bottomless cave to say the least."

He led her upwards towards a landing that looked down upon one of the main research areas. There were people in lab-coats running around mountains of books all over the place. He paused, leaning against the stone railing as he pointed at the only different individual from the lot. He was wearing white but it was similar to an exorcist coat. He was standing in front of several projectors. For the 1800's, they sure had a lot of modern technology they were messing around with.

"That blond idiot there is Bak Chang, he's the supervisor of this branch. His family has been in charge of this branch since its founding. His grandfather was my teacher, Master Zu, he was the one who made my first sword as an anti-akuma weapon. His parents were..."

And he came to a pause as his thoughts were interrupted. Through the sea of white downstairs a blond girl decked in a red dress was walking gracefully through the scientists. No one seemed to notice her as she moved about the desks and tables of the group. A one point, a scientist walked right through her but that didn't make the illusion fade. Kanda pulled away from the railing and tugged on Ami.

"Let's go."

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