God. This is almost as bad as... back then...
*She continues mushing through, pulling her coat tighter.*
Yeah... way back when I was... about 165, I guess. Just a kid.
*She stops to dusts her head off and rub the blood back into her arms.*
Snowed up above Otou-sama's head, it did. And though it snows all the time up north... that time it was Snow, too...
*The Demiurge chuckles and starts going again.*
And people wonder why the fuck I'm so scared of it. I've seen what this stuff can do to an RL if they get too exposed to it. *glances up* Ain't that right, 'nii-chan...
*The sky responds by opening up and letting down a soft drift of powdery snow.*
*squints* Shit. *plod plod plod* I damn well better not be too drained to fight after this...
*Meanwhile, back at the bar...*
Roaches, Etc.: We're men! We're men in tights! We rob from the rich, and give to the poor, that's right!
Nakama: I never thought I'd say this, but thank whatever deity there is for the MRA. :P
Vermin: And demons and spiders.
Nakama: Well, yeah. Them too. *shucks behinds his head* Eh, you guys ain't so bad. Sorry about that whole war thing.
Vermin: *wriggles an antennae* That was one of Dad's things.
Nakama: Isn't he alive again, though?
Roach: *over a mug of something appley* Alive and consigned to his room.
Nakama: Fine way to make your father spend his holidays.
Vermin: *shakes his head* SELF-consigned. He hasn't been the same since the Demiurge resurrected him.
Nakama: Character development? In EGC? Well, I never...
Nakama: AW FRICK. My bad. *starts cleaning up the 4th Wall*
Vermin: ...*watches, and then sighs*
Roach: Hey, you all right?
Vermin: Oh, sure, sure, I'm fine... just a little worried about Dad. And the Demiurge.
Roach: About the Demiurge? Why bother?
Vermin: Well, uh... this is a little hard to explain, but... you know how Dad is crazy?
Roach: *coldly* A little too well.
Vermin: Well. Uhm. She reminds me of that. A LOT.
Roach: Constantly self-contradicting in a rather manic-depressive sort of way?
Vermin: Yeah. It's, er, kind of freaky. They're both crazy in the same exact way.
Roach: It's a Worst Enemy thing, I think.
Vermin: I suppose...
*But before anything more can be said, a certain song rises above the serenade of the streetsweepers...*
Roach: ...the hell?
*A woman with long, wavy white hair and narrow yellow eyes appears in the middle of the bar in a flash of green. She is, in fact, the same woman that bought Tatchi's soul from Synthesis.*
*She smiles a coldly amused smile at the two confused roaches, ignoring everyone else completely... much in the same way that a human being might ignore ants on a picnic table when it sits down to eat...*
Woman: Omedetou gozaimasu, gomimushi-ra. *bows* Watakushi wa Kuukoku no Arisu Shiro-- White Alice... and I will be your honoured executioner today.
White Alice: *smirks* Hajimemashite yo.
To clear up any confusion... yes, "Arisu" is actually her last name. "Shiro" is her first name. "White Alice" would be a funky nickname of a title. She has a sister named "Kuro" who is referred to as "Black Alice".
Oh, and the Arisu-gumi hate me. Teehee.