Buried in powder and canisters in her workroom, Kūkaku was heavily engrossed in her work once again. It wasn't difficult; hers was the kind of artistry that, even when she knew she was going to wind up blowing it to smithereens, she still wanted the workmanship on it to be impeccable. The fact that she did it with only on hand meant it required
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Genesis had considered it an imperative that he do so--simply to obtain a better grasp of what she had planned, of course, and not at all because he found her amused in an odd way.
Which meant, of course, knocking.
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Of course they knew who it was and why he was here, but being all strange and offputting when they could be was actually in their job description.
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He gazed at them dispassionately. "Genesis Rhapsodos," he said coolly. "Kūkaku is expecting me."
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They knocked on the door to the workshop.
There was, at first, no response.
Koganehiko and Shiroganehiko smartly stepped back.
Because three seconds after they did, the door blew off its hinges, leaving a spit of fire, which died down into dancing sparks, and filled the hall with a big thick black smoke.
"Red!" Kūkaku's voice rang out from somewhere in the smoke. "Ya made it! Get your ass on in, if you still got yer limbs, anyway."
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