[(The similarity of their voices was especially pronounced when Dazai was pensive. Indeed, Bedivere was what he might have sounded like had Dazai attained zen and were he less prone to theatrics, and Dazai's idea of inner peace didn't involve shaving his head, swearing off booze, and staying awake through boring sutra chanting. He liked his fun, thanks.)]
No, I just happened to pass by. So you're the product of his light show instead of being his accomplice?
[Dazai could tell his own line of questioning was already less pointed than it should be. Sure their newly dead friend had no idea he had an audience, which meant this wasn't likely a performance meant to leave an impression. Then the new person - knight, even - more or less confirmed this was a ritual, which implied that traditional magic existed independent of abilities.
...did it really?
The closest skills he could liken to summoning were Kyouka's and Kouyou's, and while it was a wide world out there, the fact that this knight hadn't disappeared the moment his summoner keeled over probably meant something.
Sighing, Dazai moved to peel open the corpse's coat and rummaged the pockets for a wallet or something else to ID him. It was the smile, he decided, because he somehow let his guard down without noticing and -]
Huh.
[There's no way that the red marks on the back of his right hand were blood stains. Frowning, Dazai tried to rub them off.]
You could - I don't see the rush. Or we could leave him at a morgue.
[Whatever brought the least amount of work in the long run.
Dazai would know after finding guy's wallet. But first: figuring out what the hell was up with his hand.]
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Date: 2020-09-09 06:01 am (UTC)No, I just happened to pass by. So you're the product of his light show instead of being his accomplice?
[Dazai could tell his own line of questioning was already less pointed than it should be. Sure their newly dead friend had no idea he had an audience, which meant this wasn't likely a performance meant to leave an impression. Then the new person - knight, even - more or less confirmed this was a ritual, which implied that traditional magic existed independent of abilities.
...did it really?
The closest skills he could liken to summoning were Kyouka's and Kouyou's, and while it was a wide world out there, the fact that this knight hadn't disappeared the moment his summoner keeled over probably meant something.
Sighing, Dazai moved to peel open the corpse's coat and rummaged the pockets for a wallet or something else to ID him. It was the smile, he decided, because he somehow let his guard down without noticing and -]
Huh.
[There's no way that the red marks on the back of his right hand were blood stains. Frowning, Dazai tried to rub them off.]
You could - I don't see the rush. Or we could leave him at a morgue.
[Whatever brought the least amount of work in the long run.
Dazai would know after finding guy's wallet. But first: figuring out what the hell was up with his hand.]