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    — it truly had been a while since ayato had been out and about with living in the rebellion; he was one of the oldest members (actually, scratch that, he was the oldest member in the group to date) in the group. the large, black dragon huffed as he thought about such things. it wasn't that his physical stature was getting weaker, no— it was just the fact that everyone around him at the tie of his very own joining wasn't here to talk to him. ama, chase, rahga... you know, he had never been able to remember the old underboss' name. it had simply been too hard. but he had paved the way for new generations, especially with how much he messed up. especially that rivalry with the blackheart rogues. yeah, he'd messed up pretty badly in his career, hadn't he? and people thought the former boss was someone to be afraid of.


    well, he was someone to be feared, but that wasn't really the point.


    "bruh. i don't know anybody here anymore," the large dragon grumbed, scooping up a small rock in his claws and hurling it as hard as he could in the opposite direction of the rebellion's camp. he watched it fly off, his fake eyebrows furrowing in distaste. "hey, rebellion-ites!! demons! whatever you call yourselves now! come over here and name yourselves! i don't know ya!" ayato roared so that everyone could hear. hopefully they would make themselves known soon— it wasn't like the ghoul to enjoy a good, long wait.

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    "We're rebels--that's easy enough to remember, no fancy stuff," Naraku called out, although it could've just been a rhetorical question. She didn't really care if it was, so.... "Naraku, the current Boss here. And I don't know you either. Mind introducing yourself?" she remarked, though he was kinda-sorta familiar. Probably someone in An'ei's life, before she'd possessed the angel of death; the demon didn't care about that either. An'ei was as good as dead now, and therefore she didn't much matter anymore.
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    — the ghoul released a satisfied huff when he was approached by the first person. he had never seen them before in his life, but then again, his memory wasn't always 100%. "ayato shiri— OH SHIT GOD FUCKING... i meant kirishima. used to be the boss around here. if you know my slave kid vandeadcarnival, you know me." it was just like him to casually mock himself and semi lose his temper throughout his sentences. rubbing his chin with a claw, he seemed to mull over her words. "rebels, huh.... rebels.. why didn't i think of that? or did i... fucking frenchy, did i call them that?" he was talking to himself, but he wished frechbuttsomethingsquad would tell him what the heck was going on when he was boss. frenchy knew everything... even his own name.


    "naraku, huh? i sure as hell won't remember a word of it. can i say nara instead? unless you'll let me call you ku....kuudere. yeah, kuudere. actually, i personally like that one better." why ayato, why.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; height: auto; margin-top: -13px;font-size:13.5px;][hr][justify][sub][font=arial]the feline honestly wanted to die. it was that simple. he wanted to die out of pure happiness. he was here. right in front of him. his favorite guy!!!!! the best guy!!!! ayato kirishima!! in the flesh! he literally lunged himself at the male, clinging onto him as tight as he could (which,, he wasn't very strong) [color=#c3bcda]" you know me, ayato! hehe! " he would let go of him, flattening his fur with a paw. [color=#c3bcda]" em... oui, ayato, we did call them rebels. "

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    — ayato, although not seeming to change his expression, shook the former consigliere off lightly as he went in for the kill. all in all, the dragon would be pretty... nonchalant about his former consigliere being happy to see him, but he wouldn't show many emotions. "frenchfries, what the heck is a "we"? you know i can't say your weird french words. unless you were speaking me, then it made no sense, fam." said ayato with a small frown. however, it was cool to know that he had actually called them rebels. maybe the lack of memories from when he was corey for a bit was getting to him sometimes.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; height: auto; margin-top: -13px;font-size:13.5px;][hr][justify][sub][font=arial]he laughed good heartedly. it wasn't his fault that he forgot words sometimes.... heh. at least he tried. [color=#c3bcda]" i mean yes... sorry about that. " the french male said. [color=#c3bcda]" you should know basic words by now, though, right? ive been saying that one for a long time. "