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SAINTS (1x1 w/DarkMukip)

A Dove with no quinque was a sitting duck- no pun intended. Yukimura couldn’t tell if it was hidden somewhere on her person, or if she had simply forgotten it; he couldn’t wrap his head around it.

Megohime was a bit nervous going off on her own, but knew she could count on Kojurou to show up quickly if she were to call for aid.
 
Any time Akihime saw a ghoul, she did her best to stay down wind, writing down descriptions in her phone before leaving. She looked so nervous to be near them.

"Lost~?" Masamune was sitting at a table of an outdoor cafe, a cup of black coffee in hand.
 
Yukimura felt a little bad for Akihime, watching her scurry around unarmed, a terribly anxious look in her eyes. Still, he wouldn’t approach, it could put the others at risk if he were to somehow be caught.

Megohime stopped walking, heart freezing right h there in her chest. She couldn’t believe her eyes, staring back at Masamune enjoying a coffee out in the open so brazenly. “What are you doing?” She asked, a firm grip on her briefcase, but not attacking him out of concern for the civilians at the cafe.
 
"Maybe it would be better if I just died..." He heard her mutter.

"Enjoying a nice cup of coffee. This is the place I told you about the other day." He smirked, "What are you doing~?"
 
Yukimura couldn’t help but stare when she said that, eyes slightly wide. Was that why she had no quinque on her? Was she planning on killing herself?

Megohime finally shook herself from her stupor, turning and walking up to his table with a deep frown. “Arresting you. You were a fool to sit out here in the open and show your face like that.”
 
She flipped open her phone and sent Mitsunari her report so far before she stopped and stared at it for a while. She looked so sad, perhaps she was serious.

"You can't arrest me, silly~" He smirked, "Cute of you to try~"
 
Megohime rested her thumb over the trigger button on her quinque. “We’re in a busy public area with civilians, don’t use them as your shields.” She said.
 
“I don’t mind killing you before bringing you in if that’s the problem.” Megohime sneered sarcastically.
 
“It’s insulting you think so little of me.” Megohime said. “Why don’t we find a quiet place I can show you yours.”
 
“Then I’ll even up the wager; if you beat me, I’ll fuck you.” She said quietly enough for only him to hear.
 
She had a smug smirk on her face, leaning down on the table and holding his gaze. “And if I win, I get to take your head.”
 
Megohime didn’t know what got into her, Kojurou would surely tear her a new one for even speaking to Masamune, but she didn’t care. She was going to kick his ass and take his head leaving the ward safe from his mischief.
 
Megohime’s heart pounded in her chest as she brought her quinque weapon out from her briefcase, holding it firmly in hand before rushing Masamune.
 
She made a noise and just like before, the weapon that seemed just out of reach sliced his stomach. It was shallow this time, but he was sure he had dodged it.
 
Megohime was quick with her blade, and she wasn’t just swinging it wildly. She was proficient with her blade, nicking him several times, a serious look on her face.
 
He could see that she didn’t like such comments, a sneer twisting her lip as she swung upward, slicing his face and cutting his right eye. That’s when he noticed it, the blade was longer than before, longer than the average katana- so that’s how she was getting in those hits.
 
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