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located in City of Pleuor, a part of Dissonance of the Retinentia, one of the many universes on RPG.

City of Pleuor

The Big City Of Dreams

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Character Portrait: Keiko Tsukiru Character Portrait: Rie
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"Are you alone? Are you afraid?
Are you searching for me?
Will I see you again?"

~Hymn for the Missing
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Rie narrowed his eyes. This person was explaining that the sword is not a sword, but it sounded to him, that it was still a sword. No matter what kind of explanation this eggplant-looking man says, it still appears to him as a sword. So the verdict, it is still a sword that is effective against spirits and demons. Right... If he had not experience some things, he would have looked at this fashion crisis as someone perfect for the loony bin. But, those things are real as anything could get. He knew that for a fact.

"It's still a sword." He said with a rather deadpan voice, unmoved by the explanation but he did conclude something from what he had heard. "So basically you're a NEET who hunts demons and ghosts? Aren't you a way over your head? Those kinds of people have no sense of wrong. They'll kill you." He noted with the strictest sense of concern and facts. He judges that this problem child of fashion was not any older than he is. He highly doubted that this person had enough experience to fight those types of things.

The fashion problem walked towards him and bent his body downwards to look at him face-to-face. This irritated him as his eyebrow quirked a bit. It only reminded him that this guy was way taller than him and that was a sore spot for him. "What do you want?" He stated in an annoyed tone. The fashion problem demanded to know his name and to tell him what those things were. Was he threatening him? The fingers slid down his chin and for the first time, he couldn't help but feel a bit relieved. It was because for so long, he had never been seen or been touched, so this feeling as far as he is concerned is a good thing. Of course, he wouldn't admit that to this guy.

"It's Rie to you." He slapped the fingers on his face as a sign of his discontent. There was also the factor that this guy was saying that he might not be seen again and this was just a fluke or one-time thing. How could this be a one-time thing? He was not invisible nor is he a ghost. (that's what he wants to believe)

Those people were simply idiots or senile ones. They were just bullying him for a reason he does not know. He does not care for it anymore, but if he would lose this person who was able to recognize him even if that person was an eyesore for being fashion deprived, he would be devastated. That is when he noticed that the eyes which earlier looked at him with such golden light now had turned into that of blue. That was odd. Was that something because of some drug or trick? He wasn't sure but, he set that aside for now, since he had other important one to think about. "That's not happening ever!" He said in a loud voice as he grabbed at the back of his shirt as if it was a lifeline of sorts. He was not going to let this person go.

"You better take me with you and always look at me. It’s because of you my home was destroyed in the first place!" There was no doubt in his tone and an obvious declaration that he appears to know more of what happened. Well, it was not hard to conclude that since he had been living in that apartment complex. "Take responsibility you fashion crisis!" He then pulled away and crosses his arms over his chest. He was not happy about being homeless, but somehow, he was also glad that he was finally out of that place. Somehow, he felt that he was always in a limbo, but also the feeling that he doesn't belong there. But then, he felt a strong inclination that perhaps, he does belong there. It was scary, really...

But, he made it so that his true feelings are hidden by his high and mighty attitude. "Are you really insensitive that you're smoking near a burning building?" He walked ahead of him and blocked his path. "Anyway, you're better off leaving this place and changing that horrendous outfit you dared to call clothes." He took a deep breath and looked over his shoulders at the destroyed apartment complex. The flames were still present but, it was starting to burn out from the actions of the firemen. "...This is better... let it just burn..." His voice came out as distant and his eyes of purple had a faraway look. The memories he had of that place sin he woke up from there flooded his head. They were not really pleasant at all, but they were still important to him. After all, they were the memories he still remembers aside from his name.

"But that child..." He bit his lower lip and returned his attention to the fashion problem. "Why were you there anyway? I hardly think anyone called for you." That was a fact because the landlord of that place does not believe in things like ghosts, spirits, and demons. He shared that belief once upon a time. It was just recently he had been proven wrong, but that is probably why he dislikes them. Anyway, no one would call him or even hire him if he looks like that. This guy was more scary than any ghosts that any people could have seen. As for the supernatural themselves, they would not call for someone like him. They were technically enemies in a sense. "I even doubt you can handle ghosts or demons." From that point, it would be clear that Rie was convinced that he is not a ghost. It was probably due to that reason, he is able to remain as he is or even emit a sense of humanity about him.