"A paranormal virus?"

"I'm intrigued. Please, enlighten me. Tell me more.."

"Not every day you hear about something like that. I don't remember the last time I've gotten sick with anything.."

"Or.. if it's that kind of virus."

"Ryukami. Or Ryu, for short." He hummed, his tone gentle yet firm.

The male was definitely quite.. peculiar. Not human- more humanoid, with the features of what seemed to be a goat. But he didn't seem like a shapeshifter.

What even was he??

"Please, no need to worry."

The entity had a surprisingly deep voice for what was expected; it sounded like he smoked a good few packs of cigarettes a day, despite not doing so.

"How'd you manage to find me, mm?"

"In theory it shouldn't be difficult, but.. ah. No matter."

Chopping some veggies for a stew. He's sick..

he can't move.

he hasn't noticed yet...

But when he wakes up he'll know.

he's...

still asleep.

He's sleeping like a bag of bricks. Not a worry in mind.

Stirring in his sleep a little. The smell of the smoke was throwing him off.. was something burning?

SNOOOOOORE. SNOOOOOOOOOOOOORE.

he's limbus-ing. stacking his lunacy.

[ 🐐 - average day with Ryu. ]

"Then the cake. I don't understand why anyone would ever make cupcakes that small.. doesn't make any damn sense. If you're gonna charge an arm and a leg, at least make them worth the fuckin' price! Waste of money, waste of stomach space, waste of time."

..we f'real right now?

Uh.. twelve cupcakes. Easier for me to pace myself and they're honestly more satisfying. Also, you didn't specify the size of the cupcakes, and they could also all be different flavors, preventing immediate flavor fatigue from eating the same type of cake in one sitting.

Yeah. Plenty to hug n' love, no?

Just a little. But I don't mind, honestly. The look works with you. Don't take that as an insult, cus it kinda sounds wrong.

yank.

"None of them are exactly good or evil. My favorite is probably the Red Gaze or the Black Silence."

"The Red Mist is also very protective n just wants to protect everyone she cares about."

"Very noble."

"Don't know much about the others. The Red Mist is named that due to her hair color and her E.G.O. weapon, Mimicry- a massive flesh greatsword with an eye on it. Her E.G.O also is entirely black and red."

"The Blue Reverberation wears mostly blue clothing, so.. that could also play into it."

"Can't see his face but you can fuck the murderous tendencies out of em!"

"Or something like that. People're strange, that's that."

"Plus, he wears a suit and tie."

"The gloves he wears. They muffle all noise except the sounds of his weapons through the air. He went on a massive killing spree and nobody could stop him due to the mask he wore, which stopped people from perceiving him."

"Oh, and they're also a pocket dimension to store weaponry. Deadly stuff."

sigh.

"Alright. Fixers are mercenaries, put simply. They're ranked from 9 to 1- 1 being the best of the best, but below Colors. Color Fixers are known by title, and tend to be the best at what they do."

"The Black Silence, the Red Mist, the Blue Reverberation.. all of that."

"The list goes on."

"A Color Fixer."

"It'd make more sense if I showed you, as opposed to explaining it."

"Long story."

"Nothing's stopping me from turning into the Black Silence."

"Some o' y'all /freaks/ would probably go goo-goo over it."

hulking beast of a man. just standing there.

either he's wearing all black, or all of his features are blotted out by darkness.

"..I don't remember."

"Happens a lot."

"Like. A lot."

"Thought I.. felt something."

"I must've been.."

"Nevermind."

blink blink..

huh.