Seymour | Lurking the streets at night
They had not found the Kinshin egg in which they had been sent out to find. Eruka seemed to be unfazed though, hiding her own disappointment in her demeanor. Fighting was a rush for both of them, and it seemed they had befallen into sheer bad luck.
"False call I guess," Seymour said with a small shrug, patting Eruka on the back. She merely looked up at him and nodded balefully, and he couldn't help but feel guilt even though it really wasn't his fault. Eruka always had that effect on him though, her thoughtful silences were open to the audiences conception. You never really knew what she was thinking. On occasion she would smile and be proud, but the majority of the time she just answered questions he asked, and didn't put any effort into conversation.
But it was not awkward silence, it was silence they embraced together, a small solace shared in comfort. Words were not needed to understand what each other were feeling.
The street was empty, softly illuminated by the incandescent lantern light. It only made him long for their small apartment even more. To him there was no comfort to be found in the streets at night, only wariness and fear of what lurked in the darkness. They would be home soon, and sure enough he would retire to bed with a brief goodnight from Eruka.
But then, that's when they saw it, three shapes along the street. Instantly Eruka stopped and touched Seymour's shoulder in gentle warning. They could not make out many details of what these three forms were, but it was better to be safe then sorry.
And that's when it happened. The one form grabbed another, seemingly morphing it into its own shape. Seymour looked in horror for he believed he had just witnessed a Kinshin murder.
"Eruka, we must stop them before the Kinshin eats that other onlooker," Seymour said, running over to hide behind the one wall. She just looked up at him as if she had a protest, as if she knew something he didn't, but he ignored her. He would talk to her about it later.
Quietly, she shifted into the huge barreled machine gun which he caught delicately, almost dropping it through his leather gloves. Pulling the safety back, he stepped around the corner and approached them, trying to build up his presence to appear bigger then he actually was.
"Stop, you monster," Seymour called, his voice lowered for intimidation. "Turn around and face me you beast."
"I am merely trying to comfort this poor fellow. He is obviously in distress!" It was a female's voice, soft and elegant. It was probably just another trick to lower his defenses.
'Your tricks won't fool me. I have witnessed this scenario many times. Let him go, if not, I will shoot," Seymour called, his procession moving ever closer, the forms starting to make more sense to him. He heard Eruka murmur in protest. That was not like her.
"I will not let my miester be harmed," the third figure said, stepping around the Kinshin in a proper defense stance. He stood in the light. Seymour instantly recognized him as Silas.
"Silas, I do not know where your miester is, but you must help me fend off this Kinshin for it could easily lay a hand on her."
"I am no Kinshin!" Genuine protest came again in the girls voice. Instantly she let go of the figure and he fell to the ground. Seymour recognized the trembling mass as a weapon from around DWMA. He also then noticed Latona as she stepped forward. Seymour awkwardly lowered his weapon and chuckled a little embarrassed laugh.
"Well, this is awkward," Seymour said. "You may take your other form now, Eruka." Eruka popped up in her human form and stared at him one of those I-was-going-to-say-something-but-you-weren't-listening looks.
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