Gathering of the Followers [OPEN]

Madness. That was the only way that those who could see spirits would be able to describe the man that was crouching next to a park bench. First off, the man's appearance didn't help anything. He was wearing a cloak with blue and black hair, and a large cleaver on his back. Also, the fact that he was repeatedly just smashing a bird, that was clearly dead, gave him away a little bit.

Mikhail Shigai, one of the Togabito best known for his madness and need to be around the Sin of Pride, was angry. Very angry. He had needed something to take his anger out on, and unfortunately, since there were no people, he was merely repeatedly smashing a bird for no apparent reason. By now, the bandages covering his hand was stained a crimson red, and even cut in some spots from the bones, but other than that, nothing. After a moment, the Togabito stopped, standing up. He adjusted his mask, making sure he could still see through it just fine. He walked over to an abandoned stand from earlier. It had been locked up, but that wouldn't stop the mad man from getting what he wanted. he punctured it with his fingers, before tearing off the top, a groaning escaping the metal.

Mikhail pulled his mask up so it was only covering everything but his mouth. What could be seen of his mouth, there were two scars on his chin. He plunged a bloody hand into what had once been the cooler of the stand, grabbing a handful of ice cream from one of the buckets. He ate it, and a bit quickly at that. Soon enough, he pressed a hand to his head, brain freeze afflicting him. "CURSED HUMAN FOOD!" He shouted, as he grabbed the cart with both hands, and lifted it, throwing it over the side of the railing onto the road a bit below. He went to go wash his hands in a nearby fountain, not liking to be dirty for too long.

The Mewing wouldn't stop. Im Yong Soo decided to ignore the cat and continued teasing it with a flower. Playing with cats? What has he come to? Yong Soo's escape to the human world left him bored. He missed being in hell, but only because other people's pain and suffering brought him some sort of amusement. The kitten started nibbling on his fingers. The mewing at this point was getting desperate. His kitten companion was starting to get on his nerves. Why mew to communicate with humans if we can't comprehend what it is they want? Cats are idiotic.

Dinner, as he had called the kitten, perked up from it's spot on a bench and left him. He felt like he was betrayed. "Maybe I smell bad?" Yong wanted to say it was him, but he knew it was something else. It could sense something powerful nearby, but it left him nonetheless. Yong felt a little disturbed by not being alone, but was also intrigued by something that could scare away small animals simply by being near. He didn't want to disturb this powerful being, considering his powers weren't that great. He knew he'd die in an instant if he were approached in any battle. "My powers.." He let out a sigh "I feel useless." He couldn't help but think he would be pathetic in any situation. What could he do? Feed people? In any instance, he wanted to see what or who it was.

Stalking about in the shadows of the park, Yong Soo did not want to be caught the stronger being. He heard a crash not too far from where he was. He went on to investigate that instead. It was most likely what he was looking for, and he turned out to be right. Yong Soo saw a very menacing thing at a fountain, and kept to the shadows. He wasn't sure what the thing's intentions were, but was sure going to find out. It could be the excitement he was aiming for.

Silence. All familiar with him (insofar as everyone simply guessed that Kai was, in fact, a 'he') would expect it, however uncomfortable it was. Even his movement, seeming to glide along the ground, possessed only the slightest sound of scraping cloth, often not even perceptible to normal hearing. And where he went, why he went there, what he did there... that was for him to know and those around him to generally avoid him too much to find out. Lest any forget the one that was 'consumed by that cloak' in a random, unprovoked fit.

For now, the shaded, bizarrely-masked figure was simply following, it could be said. That was to say, after the fact of a cart colliding with him during his idle wandering and being promptly devoured by a large, mouth-like apparition after he took a few moments to recover with thanks to his cloak for dulling the blow for him (though most of the cart was left behind, piece by piece, as he moved) was he following its path. Never mind that the sight further disturbed the little gathering of traffic that had since occurred, whether or not they could see him; he was only interested in seeing what had happened. And for no other reason than the fact that he had nothing else to do.

"Hm... you lost something down there, I believe," he spoke to the cloaked figure he found, his voice feeble, as but a whisper with the volume of normal speech. "You should be more careful with your toys," he suggested, before a pause. Was it lack of perception, or simply lack of actual care, that had him not notice what the other was for those moments? Who could say, but he most certainly noticed now.

"Ah... another. And perhaps still another somewhere nearby," he idly commented, certain he didn't need to specify what he meant. "Such an odd place this has become, to let nightmares roam free... now show yourself!" he spoke, his tone at the end suddenly taking a turn for the worse before a claw-like extrusion suddenly erupted from his cloak, lashing out in the general direction of the other not in view he was certain he felt. Such was simply one of his many bizarre, unpredictable mood swings.

Mikhail stopped, hearing something, listening very intently. Slowly, his head turned to the side; not so he was looking directly at the figure, who also wore a cloak like himself, but could see the man out of the corner of his eyes. Immediately, he recognized the man, or at least what he figured to be a man, as a Togabito like himself. "Lost?" He questioned, sounding as if he were completely innocent, and had no idea what the being next to him was referring to. He heard the person next to him mention his toys, automatically assuming he meant the ice cream cart. "My toys are never as in good of shape as I had left that one." He said, sounding almost disgusted with the cart, as opposed to his innocent tone a moment ago. He stood up, looking at the being next to him; for all purposes, they looked a lot alike, except maybe width and height, but no other features were really that discernible between the two.

He straightened up, his own movements very jerky and clumsy, as opposed to the being right next to him; who seemed to almost glide with a supernatural grace. He watched as a claw was ejected from underneath He listened to the person talking of nightmares and roaming, not making much sense of what the person was saying; in fact, he didn't even believe the word roaming was in his dictionary. He watched the extrusion, wondering where it was going. He himself hadn't felt another being nearby, save for a few homeless people, that he had dispatched before coming here; but other than that, nothing for the past hour. Then again, he hadn't really been keeping an eye on the area around him. He had been rather busy with his ice cream endeavor.

The fact that he took the presence of the man as non-threatening, would have alerted some. Most people would be on-guard at a random Togabito seemingly coming from nowhere; especially knowing the person must have committed atrocities to have become so. Not Mikhail, however. Perhaps it was lack of caution, reason, or even plain stupidity on his part, but Mikhail didn't seem to be alarmed in the least, and welcome the character as if he/she were a long-lost friend. Or at least, what came close to what Mikhail thought was a friend. Either way, they were merely acquaintances, especially given neither knew the other's name, but Mikhail seemed at ease; as if there was nothing to be afraid of. Perhaps it was because he, himself, was a monster, and thought that nothing could best his own crime. But then again, going back to the point from earlier, perhaps he was just stupid.

He thought about something, before sniffing the air. He gasped, as he jumped, and ran off into another part of town, having smelled something utterly delectable.

[EXIT MIKHAIL]

Nothingness; such was what that claw of cloth grasped at, before a little 'hrmph' sound from the togabito that had lashed it out. As if angered by the nothingness, the claw dragged itself through the ground on its way back to its owner, leaving jagged gashes behind that any walking by later would surely question; or perhaps not, with how many such odd occurrences likely happened of late, with so many creatures roaming free.

Perhaps, on that note, 'twas time for him to do quite the same. Who really cared about the presence he'd felt, or whatever it did? There were far more to be felt in the overall area. And honestly, with no true direction, it only sat on the wonder of where to go next. Somewhere quieter, perhaps, away from the shouts and chatter from back at the road, where there was already a bad traffic back-up.

Letting out a slight sigh, off the togabito went in its same manner of seemingly hovering via that cloak it wore, seeking out anything further of interest.

[EXIT]