Posts by akabane karma.

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Karma, on the other hand (or paw, if you will), saw no significance in the moon. Half moon, full moon, crescent moon, no moon-- he really didn't care either way. It was just there, hanging in the sky in the same spot it usually does, drifting above and below the horizon like it always did. The Abyssinian would pad behind the wolf as he approached the small group with a wave of his tail. He didn't need to say much, since Emmet had already spoken his thoughts.

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Hearing the small plead, it'd been inevitable for Karma to turn and locate the speaker, and he was more than surprised to see... ghosts. Ghosts, out of all things-- what the hell? Karma had only seen them a few times on separate occasions, but had never gone as far as to interact with them. He wasn't sure how he was supposed to 'help' Eis, so the Abyssinian would quickly shuffle over to the kitten, aiming a set of claws through one of the ghosts. [b]"How the hell do you kill these things?" the feline huffed.

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It was fortunate that Karma was the first to arrive to the bloody scene, rather than Eis or Emmet or someone who'd probably flinch at the sight of it. He, on the other hand, merely expressed his fed-upness for these murders with a small sigh, a brief look of sorrow flitting over the male's face before he put his elemental powers to work. Aiming to dig a hole under the corpse for the body to fall into, he would allow for it to crumple into the ground, before using the unearthed dirt to pile atop of the body. If all of the movements succeeded, he would approach the mound of dirt, evening it out with his paw before mentally paying his respects to the fallen Rebel.

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Having been treading the borders, the Abyssinian heard the kitsune's call, turning to face her as he approached. Oh? A Baskerville? He wondered what branch she was in... Waving his tail, he halted in front of her, a bit puzzled as to why she was apologizing. [b]"Karma Baskerville. What offer, and why the sorry?" the feline would query, tilting his head to the side in the slightest as he awaited for the two answers.

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The male arrived, constantly shaking his pelt out with a scowl on his face. [b]"This is disgusting. I didn't come here to bathe in bugs," he huffed, claws sweeping over a small handful of them. Water sounded good... "Oi, boss-man, help me flood these into the ocean shore?" Karma walked excessively heavily to smash the bugs beneath his paws, glancing over at the ocean then back at their position. The ocean was quite the while away, and he didn't want to accidentally spread bugs everywhere. That would be awful.

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Oh, another joiner? He'd just greeted one a few minutes ago; perhaps they'd suddenly grown popular (heh, as if). The feline approached with a wave of his tail, grasping a few sets of chains in his maw as they jingled on his way to Tetsujin. Setting them down beside his paws, he offered a small wave of his paw. [b]"Hello hello~ I'm Karma. You can take one of these," the male stated, before prodding forth three chains. One was bronze, another silver, and the third golden. Though, something Karma had taken note of was the green gem on the feline's chest, as his golden gaze fixated on it in curiosity. "What's that?" he queried, his paw gesturing towards it as he remembered his initial question. "Oh, yeah; what other clan are you in? Just for reference." She seemed interesting; rather laid-back and not the uptight kind. Perhaps they'd get along.

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Ugh, this personality of Itona's was ever so irritating. Probably his least favorite. Where the hell was the old Itona, he wondered... Taking a moment to listen to all of the questions, he narrowed his eyes. Dragon lady? Head injury? Captives? Weirdos? There were so many things she was spewing out, it was so hard to focus on one query at a time. [b]"Dragon lady? Who the hell are you talking about? I didn't send any dragon lady to you," he huffed. "And, how am I supposed to know about your head injury? For all I know, your brain's screwed up."

She watched her slam down the foxtail, unfazed. "That doesn't make it any better. I don't give a damn if you've captured our clanmates once or twice; you've done it before and we'll do it back. As much as we'd like." The weirdo... was that Heliotrope, perhaps? He couldn't see who else it could be, after all. "What, you're gonna ask me why 'that weirdo' tried to bring you here? Like I know," the male huffed, although that part was a lie. He'd sent the male to Itona to obtain any information possible, but... it didn't work very well. Then, the last. "Mm, it was to warn you, yes. You're aware, right? That I'm stronger than you?" he queried, an echoing tone to his voice as though resonating. "I couldn't care less about your existence, but like I said, when you bring other Rebels into the mix, that's where we have a problem."

A glower was placed upon his features as he said, "Is that all you have to ask, 'Itona'?"

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Karma was out, treading sketchy alleyways and doing God knows what, really. He was just too easily bored, especially during the nighttime. The night was when everyone slept, leaving him with nothing to kill his boredom with. The thrill of being potentially attacked in his current position was the only thing that interested him, but even then, enemies were too easily taken down, or there were none at all. He heaved a sigh, before feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket. Halting to grab the device, he turned it on, seeing the message flash across. Sayaka? Briefly reading over the text, he wrote back, Sure, sure. Where are you? before waiting for a reply. Finally, something to do at this time of day.

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...Oh. So that's what she was here for. He clicked his tongue irritably, averting his gaze. Goddamn. He really didn't care about the condolences-- she was dead, and they couldn't change that anymore. The male grew fairly hostile, seeing as Points resided with the Exiles. Spy work... huh. [b]"Yeah, thanks, I guess. I'll start by saying that if you think that spy work can make up for the murder of Addy, then you're damn wrong and you can turn around and go home. But, if you're just offering it out of the sweetness of your heart, then sure, whatever. Could come in handy later," he muttered, his tone more bitter at the mention of her death. They didn't need spying at the moment, but if they were constantly receiving information, it could build up and become a deadly weapon against them later.

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Good point, he texted back, chuckling aloud before turning and making his way back in the direction of home. He wasn't too far away; it'd probably take him another ten minutes or so to get back, but she could wait. Quickening his pace a bit at her next message, he replied, Yeah, yeah, sliding his phone back into his pocket as he made his way there.

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It was a sudden thing.

She should have lived in her current condition. Such a sweet kid, one of his first friends that he went on a raid with-- twice, really. He was already planning for their third to be in DarkClan. Of course, not a damn good thing happens in this world anymore; he thought. Everything was just a horrible reminder of what they lost. First Touka, then Ama, and then Addy... Addy's death was unacceptable. She was murdered by an Exiler, on a raid all by herself-- that goddamn idiot, thinking she could slip in and out of there without a problem. How stupid. He dug a set of claws into the ground.

There was never a time Karma did not blame himself for the misfortune being brought upon his friends. Karma, despite common belief, was soft. He was not what he made himself out to be, or what others made him out to be. Just a sad, unstable wreck he was, no matter how much he liked to deny it, no matter how much he liked to pile over it with his coldhearted act, no matter how much he'd laugh it off. His weakness was... disgusting. So he tucked it away for another day.

If he was going to pay tribute to every Rebel they lost, Karma might as well create a cemetery. He refused to give into the weakness he was. Having stolen the bandanna that Addy used to wear, the male took it into his own paws to burn it. He conjured up a fire, tossing the accessory into it, and watched as it slowly burned away, fading into ash and then being blown into the air, disappearing and fading from sight, just like she had done from their lives. He huffed as he watched it vanish. [b]"See ya, Addy."

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Rolling his eyes at her moody reply as he entered, the male simply replied, [b]"That was less than twenty minutes, calm your ass down." Catching the keys, the redhead would make his way to her car, allowing himself in and in front of the wheel, waiting for Sayaka to come in after him. "What's gotten you so needy, anyway?" he queried.

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Offering a small chuckle at the girl's reaction, Karma waved his tail in disbelief. [b]"'Nothing'? What'd you just do to those two Rebels?" he inquired out of curiosity. Eis did seem rather flustered-- like she'd just been caught doing something out of the ordinary, or something she wasn't supposed to be doing. Hm, suspicious, suspicious. He tilted his head to the side a bit, subconsciously as he awaited her excuse, or explanation.

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That was when Karma halted. He ceased his elemental manipulation, as time seemed to freeze for him. Wait a minute. There... there was something wrong here. That body was all too familiar, why was that? That figure seemed oh so familiar to a specific someone he knew. A kind girl, a daredevil, always getting herself caught up in the most dangerous things and always coming through with a smile on her face, and... Oh. She was dead.

The soil that the male intended to pile atop of the body ended up hardening, slamming into the nearest booth and knocking it over, toppling its contents over with it. Every death was just a big oh for him. After all, there was no use in kicking and screaming for what was already gone-- what was never theirs in the first place. Tears were selfish, simply craving for what was lost in the arrogant need to fill the gap that they left. He didn't want to display something as foolish as that.

Now here came the fallen one's girlfriend, her emotions all over the place, unlike Karma, who kept every individual one of his little feelings stocked in his heart and mind, far away from breaking the surface so that he'd never break under the sadness, the pressure, the complete and utter brokenness that he already was already doing so internally. Of course, only a weakling would display such things like that, so he kept his heart shut and his mind closed, sealed tight.

He heard Emmet's voice not too far behind him, as it came closer and he felt the wolf leaning against him for support. Karma did not flinch at this, only remained as still as he was earlier. Why were they all so devastated? Why couldn't they stop their sadness from overflowing, spilling over the brim and emptying out in front of this corpse, that could no longer comprehend their feeling? Why was it, he wondered.

The male, clearing his throat to remove any shakiness from his voice would then state, [b]"A proper funeral. We need a proper funeral, and Brandy, you'll host it." He huffed, as though careless, gaze hardened as he continued to gaze as the carcass, watching it as though it had a chance of breathing once more, of her heart beating once more. "I'll pay my respects separately," he stated roughly, tone compensating for his voice wavering.

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[b]"Sure," Karma would say in reply, sarcasm evident as he started up the car. "Sounds rough, though," he added as to not sound completely careless. The headlights would flicker on as Karma began to drive, mentally pinpointing the location of his dealer. Everyday life, and fiancee. Meh; not informative enough for Karma to fully catch on, but he got the gist of it. The male made a turn.

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Having sharp ears was nothing special; not in Karma's eyes, anyway. The male had heard the wolf muttering under his breath, and caught onto the last sentence. Turning to peek out of the booth he'd been taking shelter in, Karma's gaze would fixate upon Emmet, eyes fairly concerned for him. Did he just say he wanted to 'make them scream and beg for forgiveness'? That Emmet had just said that? Karma was... shocked, to say the least. Clearing his throat a bit, the male would approach, saying, [b]"Uh, hey, Emmet. How're you doing?" It was a bit of a rhetorical question, seeing as Addy had just died and Emmet was likely still grieving, but... it was worth checking in on him, anyway.

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He was angry. This, this was definitely something new, an emotion he'd never even fathomed Emmet would express any time soon. It was ridiculous that Karma hadn't seen this coming, that he hadn't seen Emmet's slowly accumulating anger. Of course, this would happen. It was inevitable for any normal person, wasn't it? Perhaps it wasn't too strange that Karma didn't know-- after all, he was one to tuck each and every one of his emotions away.

Karma nodded slowly, processing the things he had said. The male aimed to subtly send out a small wave of tranquility to the wolf through emotion manipulation, to make him at least a bit more at ease, even though it was hard to reach others in this type of state. [b]"I see," the Abyssinian would say. "Then, you can. It's fine to give into it. You can yell." What a hypocrite he was, giving advice that he himself needed. Even though Karma wasn't too sure who Emmet was referring to, he'd see to it that Emmet fulfill whatever this manifesting hatred was. As long as it didn't lead to his demise, of course.

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