Virtue, dear friend, needs no defense, The surest guard is innocence

[hisxsacrifice.livejournal.com]

Characters: Ritsuka, Open
When: Backdated to after this
Where: Garage at 16th and Nevinnost
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The reaction to the Joker's message
Note: Anyone can come, but Ritsuka won't want to leave until he sees Soubi



He hadn't moved much from where they'd left. The cigarette had been let to fall from his lips after a few minutes had passed, and dull eyes watched in for some time, laying prone on the dirty floor. There was blood on in, looking almost like a lipstick print. He wasn't sure how long he stared at it before a wave of nausea had him curling in further on himself.

His fingers came to pry weakly at the collar cutting him off from Soubi, making a small noise in the back of his throat as he tried to keep his emotions plugged up. It wouldn't budge and his head hung, resting on his knees. Tentatively, he brought his hand up to his head, where his ears should have been, and instead is hand feel through nothing and came to his hair. They were really gone.

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[falling-lotus.livejournal.com]

He sighed at the sudden interest in his words. But in the end, explaining kidou wouldn't give him a large disadvantage. He was skilled with it, certainly, and would use it when necessary, but he was a swordsman through and through.

"They're not common ... but they're not uncommon." Because that was oh-so-helpful. Oh well, here went nothing. The most concise and straightforward answer he could muster while still making sense. "You'd probably refer to it as demon arts or the demon way. Essentially they're spells utilized through reiatsu, the body's core energy source. Bakudou, the way of binding. Hadou, the way of destruction. And healing kidou, unclassified use of reiatsu to heal wounds."

Which he had trouble with, partly because his reiatsu didn't play well with others, partly because he couldn't simply learn the technique once and be done with it. He'd learned ways around it. (Note to self: Freezing wounds in order to get through battle is only a temporary solution. Need to find a good, trustworthy healer ... fast.) He also decided that the fact that reiatsu was a term for spiritual energy didn't need explaining either. Clearly the laws of death were vastly different here, and telling people he was a shinigami, a damn god of death, probably wouldn't go over well. Especially when he didn't seem to have any power over the spirit realm here anyway.

"I've been to Japan, yes," he added, rather vaguely. He was wearing traditional Japanese clothing, spoke with a Japanese accent even when using other languages, had a samurai sword strapped across his back. Yeah. That was a hard one to figure out.

[smilinggrimmer.livejournal.com]

The East German nodded blankly, trying his best to absorb everything that Hatsugaya was saying, and hopefully have a decent understanding of it. His smile widened upon realizing that this really did sound like something out of a super-hero cartoon or comic. First Noriko turned out to be a super hero, and now this boy. Feeling like he was inside of a comic book of some kind really did make his experience here a lot more interesting.

Grimmer nodded, deciding that...yep this guy was Japanese. He really did like to very vague; what caused him to be so afraid of sharing information with them? Well, being too naive and saying too much could easily create a bad situation for a person if the info got into the wrong hands. After all, ultimately the only person one could trust is themselves. Therefore, Grimmer did not take any offense to it, and just went along with his defensive vague-ness.

"I'm from Germany, but since the Berlin Wall fell 9 years ago I've been traveling across the former USSR alot to report on the human rights abuse during the regime." He glanced toward Vera, realizing that she probably wouldn't understand what he was talking about. Even though they could understand each other, it seemed that they came from very different worlds. He made a note to ask what her world was like later.

"What's your name?" He turned back towards Hitsugaya, his smile having returned to his face. That was a safe question to ask, right?

He suddenly heard the rumbling and cracking of a unstable building, and looked over his shoulder to watch as it fell and scattered across the street. "Yeah...we should probably be leaving soon."

[silent-basilisk.livejournal.com]

The woman of the group attentively listened to Hitsugaya's explanation, and mentally went over it when he was done, although his vagueness pissed her off a bit; it wasn’t like she would be able to yell out this information, although she understood his vagueness, since he was telling absolute strangers possibly important information. So this kidou was healing magic only certain individuals can use and there were other spells that could be used as well. And he had been to Japan or something, Grimmer seemed to understand though. The spell talk sounded like something out of those games Amitai used to play...she honestly didn't think that she would miss that bastard.

Instead of dwelling on this, the soldier turned her attention to Grimmer, her face clearly showing that she had no clue on what he was talking about; what the fuck did a wall have to do with anything? When he glanced at her, she gave him a confused shrug; at this point she didn’t care as long as it was explained to her later on.

At the sound of the older man’s suggestion, Vera gave a nod and grabbed the last few pieces of paper that were fluttering around and placed them into her bag with the others. She gave a nod to Grimmer’s right ankle; can he walk or would he need help?

I had a nice reply. It got eated. Have this instead.

[falling-lotus.livejournal.com]

If Hitsugaya had known Grimmer's smile was brought on by thoughts of superheroes and comicbooks, he likely would have been apalled. Those were some of the last things he'd ever want to be compared to. It was such a childish notion, a damn superhero coming to save the day. Not to mention that the mental image of certain shinigami he knew in a cape and tights was enough to make him want to puke. (Anyone but Yamamoto-soutaichou. PLEASE.)

Mention of Germany and the Berlin Wall, however, was a much more manageable topic for Hitsugaya. If this man's timeline was nine years after it fell, then they were no more than six or seven years apart in time. Not to mention from, if not the same world, then worlds with very similar histories.

He nodded his acknowledgment, to show he knew what Grimmer was talking about, before giving his answer, "Captain Toushirou Hitsugaya." He purposely spoke the name in Western order and his title in English to avoid any confusion as to which was his given name and which was his surname. He hoped the formality he used would press the other two to refer to him by his surname. Really, he didn't mind if they left out the title at this point. It was just that the one, single silver lining this place had to offer was that no one had yet called him "Shirou-chan." So long as that continued, he could deal with any number of exclamations that he was too young or he was lying, that he was playing around, or any combination thereof. He wouldn't like it, at all, but he could deal with it.

He'd wait for the other two, make sure they could make it back to the apartment building. Or, well, the man anyway. Vera seemed more than capable herself. He wasn't sure about Grimmer. From what he's said, he sounded like more of a journalist than anything else.

Lol, np! I've had that happen to me as well.

[smilinggrimmer.livejournal.com]

"Alright, Captain Hitsugaya!" Grimmer's smile increased at the wording; it was almost humorous, a small child calling himself Captain. Still, Grimmer went along with it enthusiastically. He seemed to act incredibly mature for his age, and Grimmer had no doubt that this 'child' had sincerely earned the leadership title. He really did carry himself as some kind of group leader, and he didn't strike the East German as the type to just add a title on because it sounded cool.

Still...what kind of organization did Hitsugaya work in?

Grimmer said nothing outloud, and just nodded agreeably towards Hitsugaya. "I'm not sure if you already know from the reading the PDA messages, but I'm Wolfgang Grimmer, and this is Vera Solomon. I've been here for about two months now, and she just recently arrived."

Once he was finished talking, Grimmer took a deep breath and tried to stand up, making sure to put most of his weight on his uninjured foot. It was slow and he winced a few times, but managed to successfully get on his feet. He smirked and put his hands on his sides. "Well...I've had worse sprained ankles."

He took a few slow steps forward, wincing lightly but otherwise capable of functioning normally. It hurt, he wouldn't be able to jog, and he'd need help walking over the debris, but on flat surfaces he'd be fine.

Grimmer really did feel mildly out of place in Nescrea. From what he could tell, there were more people with 'super powers' than normal human beings here. In fact, the only other 'normal' human he knew was The Joker...which meant he was practically alone. Grimmer even suspected that Vera had some kind of power, perhaps not magical, but still unusual. Even though he had been a former Stasi and an internationally traveling spy for East Germany, he still felt abit weak in comparison to everyone else.

And no, Grimmer would not include The Magnificent Steiner in his profile of his capabilities. Even though his second personality could easily defeat a roomful of highly trained, armed Czech Secret Police in little to no time at all, Grimmer refused to use that side of him. Steiner existed for when him or others faced 100% certain death, and for nothing less than that.

Lol, same here.

[silent-basilisk.livejournal.com]

Unlike Grimmer, she didn't really find a kid calling themselves a Captain as something unusual; it would be rather hypocritical if she did considering that she became a commander at a rather young age and Hitsugaya did carry himself as how a leader would as well as acting very mature for his age. If anything, she was more curious about what type of organisation he worked for due to how his outfit was far different from what she would expect, compared to what she was used to seeing a captain wear anyway. Then again, they were from different worlds.

Vera gave a nod towards Hitsugaya when Grimmer introduced her, her expression a tad more agreeable than usual, and then watched as Grimmer got onto his feet; just like she thought, a sprained ankle. He seemed to be able to walk with it fine though, although she would still keep an eye on him.

The soldier hefted her bag onto her back and took a couple steps ahead, the heavy weight of it not seeming to affect her at all, before she waited for the others. She wasn't that concerned about Hitsugaya, as he now seemed to be able to walk fine, and she was prepared to help Grimmer with walking if he needed it.