[PCD video starts up, cracked lens and all, peering down from some place high. The video feed shows... YOU. Kuro's voice lilts almost playfully from above.Tag. You're it
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[The lady is wearing old-fashioned Japanese-type clothes, and her hairs is braided in front. Also, she has a sword. A big sword. And she smiles at the kid.]
Politeness would have you introducing yourself before you ask it of me, young man.
[He's using zetsu, masking his nen as he slinks silently through alleys looking to find his pursuer before he himself can be spotted. Assassination techniques and nen techniques combine to create a stealth that is extremely difficult to match.
With a small grin, he hops from in between two buildings to land on a small railing, head whirling in every which direction for Kuro.]
[Kuro clings to the edge of a roof like a monkey, more at home in high places than any four walls and a white picket fence - never seen none of those in Treasure Town neither, Kuro was rather of the opinion that they were a myth, but Shirou really liked the idea - could ever be to him.
Somethings got the hair on the back of his neck standing up on end; he doesn't know why, but he's gonna find out. He tilts his head back and sniffs the air, fingers curling tight around the lattice work like claws.]
[Not even zetsu can mask a person's scent, as Gon would have likely been able to point out. But Killua is of the opinion that he at least has less body odor than Leorio. From the railing he shoots his way to the opposite end and uses nen to jump onto the roof of the nearest building. It isn't as high up as the one Kuro's on, but he is getting closer, large, blue eyes still forever on the look out.]
[Out of the corner of his eye, Kuro sees a flash of white, but by the time he's turned to look, it's gone. He knows it's the kid. Like he knows that Shirou's half a dozen watches will never tell the right time, like he knows what the wind and the air and the sun taste like on a long summer day. It's a faint scent, clean, electric - like a summer lightning storm.
But it's there. If he can just find it. He cocks his head to the right like a dog andb r e a t h e sin.]
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Politeness would have you introducing yourself before you ask it of me, young man.
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... they call me Kuro.
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Che. Maybe it's already dead.
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With a small grin, he hops from in between two buildings to land on a small railing, head whirling in every which direction for Kuro.]
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Somethings got the hair on the back of his neck standing up on end; he doesn't know why, but he's gonna find out. He tilts his head back and sniffs the air, fingers curling tight around the lattice work like claws.]
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But it's there. If he can just find it. He cocks his head to the right like a dog andb r e a t h e sin.]
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