Kasumi_Toshiyuki `s shuffling gait carries her steadily down the worn track that leads to Tavern ahead..wooden sandels that scuff the ground with each tender step placed , hands that remain hidden within the large flowing sleeves..her body encased with a yukato tightly bound about her waist is the white Obi , all but her rustling fabric is heard..solemn in demeanor her head downcast..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki her mind drifts to Akito and the night previous..was he angry at the way she handled the situation yet what else was she to do at the time..he offered no help..pride be damned if she was to live then she would do anything to keep it so..and his life also..the creature was not one to trifle with she knew that the moment his voice chilled her spine..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki its a soft sigh that escapes delicate rose lips which almost stand out against her pale alabaster complexion..she is upon the door before she realizes..she does but hestitate after the memories of the night past once more flood her mind..it cant happen again she tells herself..climbing the two stairs to the door she enters with the cool night breeze..

Donald_Golden a hyper dimensional portal opens upon the scape of this currently obscurely positioned tavern.. a gap within the heavens forming within a ominous navy presence.. spreading into the pattern of an oval, as the event horizon joins two plains of space within the same liner scape. the hues pulse openly outward, adding their photonic hyper dimensional percussion's to the world about them..
Donald_Golden .. they expel more violently within the passing of but a nano-second, before they birth forth a shadowy figure… as he is expelled from the oval shaped dimensional gate way, he is poorly positioned for landing, and due to the fact that the portal is 20 feet within the quadrant of the heavens, he is for a bad fall… as his final extended toe is pushed from the boundaries of hyper space, the gap within reality is forced secure,
Donald_Golden and disappears before him, leaving but a tiny reminisce of photonic hue.. its existence never seeming plausible.. Donald falls, his hands flailing wildly about in the air, as he tries to grasp for some support which is sourly needed, yet finds none. a frayed navy, nearly black, cloak trailing closely behind.. its sharp and jagged edges, teasing the winds about him with their properties of mass…
Donald_Golden … his head tosses about the skies, his eyes desperately searching for a way out, within the darkness of night.. he finds none… he leans his right shoulder in, as his feet point openly towards the sky, the cloak tugging about in the air, as the ground comes closer and closer.. and then it happens a massive thud as he falls into the once un-compacted foundry of the soil below… his feet follow soon afterwards, trailing after that of course being the cloak…
Donald_Golden … he lays still, and motionless on the ground.. dirt placed fully to his lips… pain sears through the entirety of his form… each throbbing nerve adding to the discomfort.. he winces, furrowing his brows within the dirt and dust… his arms coming up to bend and the elbows and lay his hands, palms openly placed against the dirt… his cloak ruffles about in the air a bit as though it had a mind of its own.
Donald_Golden unseen wind currents misleading it to new paths of protest… the full moon situated above his darkened form… he pushes himself up from the depth of the filthy soil… his eyes taking a quick glance around his surroundings.. the Guyver has done it again… another hyper dimensional transportation without warning, he thinks…
Donald_Golden … since his unit first stopped working, it has been acting as a guiding tool of fate, placing him just were he needs to be at the right time… he exhales, noisily, blowing dirt and dust from his parched lips, the night still hiding possible physical features.

Kasumi_Toshiyuki deep warm chocolate brown orbs that dance about the people within pausing only a moment to search out a convenient table.. or just somewhere quiet..maybe if she is lucky Akito will find her here and their long past greeting can take place..she has missed him so..yet she is puzzled by his actions last night...
Kasumi_Toshiyuki each tiny stride she makes the unbound ebony tresses flow about her shoulders like liquid, the blackness highlighted by the tavern`s meager lighting..hastely placed lamps and the fireplace fills the walls with a myriad of shadows all seeming to writhe and reach forth as if trying to cling to the creators of their existence ...
Kasumi_Toshiyuki a slow tilt of her head as she singles out a suitable spot to wait..a table still littered with empty glasses , extinguished nubs of cigarettes and lit with a single glowing lamp , not being picky it seems to be set apart from the rest, weaving through the other tables that are scattered within refusing to make eye contact with anyone as she carefully steps
Kasumi_Toshiyuki `s tiny slender figure that brushes against a table or two.. conversations of those seated catch her attention yet they are quickly dismissed as she seeks her solitude of a quiet moment ..gingerly she seats herself upon the wooden seat , she never has had much liking for these things , her own culture finding them un-necessary.

Donald_Golden as his breath blows the dirt and debris far from his parched lips, he still has tid bits of dust atop his pallet.. he cringes, whipping his tongue across their surface as he frees himself that burden.. though the gritty feeling of having the soil within and atop your lips does not leave him.. the grimy pellets still grinding beneath his teeth as he closes his lips and places his jaw in a more stationary pose…
Donald_Golden … his biceps flex, aided by the triceps as he lifts himself from the dirt.. the biceps losing the primary position of force as the triceps holds him extend completely from the ground below.. he drools spit unto the thing which has hurt him.. his skin untarnished, but blood still drips within the secretions of saliva… he shakes his head lightly, the hood of the cloak, crinkling in specific points behind his back, not in place atop his crown,
Donald_Golden yet rather in pose to be used at a later point in time.. perhaps the perjure from the hyper dimensional space has caused this flaw in attire, who knows… his eyes gaze upon a tavern in the distant.. its faint light a welcomed greeting to this wary soul, perhaps they will have wine, and food to feed his empty bellow, and far too parched tongue… his knees bend inward, as he pushes up a little more with his arms,
Donald_Golden springing his legs beneath him and lifting the souls of his feet so they stand posed to strike the earth below.. as this event completes himself, he sits perched on his feet, with both knees bent.. the cloak draped about his shoulders, as a form fitting blue jump suit sits under the caress of the fabrics… its elongated cloth draping wildly behind him,. still being placed in torment by encroaching air currents..
Donald_Golden .. little shards of woolen fabric waving about within the complete tapestry of the sky.. sky blue orbs, that serve as eye, view the establishment set before him, as wavy, yet shortly kept hair, waves sporadically within the heavens.. a well defined muscular form barely shinning forth, from indentations within the jump suit, as his equally defined jaw sits perched on an upward front, an inquisitive glance held within his features..

Kasumi_Toshiyuki the smell of stale beer and cigarettes assail her senses...a twitching of her nose finally followed by her gaze falling to the tables surface , her nose wrinkles in distaste at what she sees and obviously smell...a hand shifts free from its confines to pick up a half drunk glass of ale with a partly smoked cigarette floating the remnants of pale brown liquid..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki held between her thumb and index finger she moves it to the far side out from under her nose , once done she starts to shift the rest making a neat collection of glasses and personal rubbish...she simply looks at it shaking her head , the act of cleanliness seems to lack some people..the bobbing cigarette in the stale beer actually makes her stomach churn..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki maybe it was hunger...or nerves..still she snaps her gaze away quickly letting it rest on the flickering flame before her , the lamps pear-shaped glass is smoked black and chipped around the top yet its light warms her face making it glow even paler than normal..her cheeks dusted with a faint pink hue..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki her orbs seem to have a fixation with the flame that dances before her..and its as if she suddenly realizes what she is doing does her eyes shift..slipping quickly over the patrons within till finally and pleadingly lock on the door...he has to come...she has to see him on this night..concern over Akito and drama of the night before start to eat away at her sanity..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki the longer she stares at the door the longer time seems to take..she can even hear her own breathing..tension builds tightening like a coiled spring within..dragging her eyes from it she looks at the man and woman so caught up in their own conversation...maybe young love in the blooming...with that her lips curve to be touched by a shy smile...

Donald_Golden fingers caress the soil under touch, as his eyes look longingly forward.. he contemplates the measures taken to bring him to place, and searches for bearing within these contemplations.. he pauses in thought for a moment, allowing his knees to unbend, and his stance to elongate.. as he stands to his full height of 6'5, his eyes wince due to outside light..
Donald_Golden .. he turns suddenly, his cape flowing with his movements, as it spins within the air, the frayed ends being sporadically placed within the heavens.. each flickering tongue of disarray within fabricated wool, tearing into the winds all about him.. he stops within the movements of a half turn, looking up into the sky, to peer upon the full moon which sits proudly within the heavens.. a smile graces his lips as he remembers the last time he took the time to enjoy such a sight..
Donald_Golden .. a wonder of gravitational fields, how it is held so firmly within the sky.. he nods lightly within its grace, then turns his attention elsewhere.. he begins a slow methodical pace towards the entry way of the tavern, slightly limping towards the left side due to his earlier fall… he winces in pain with each step, not as though he didn't have a tolerance for such insignificant injuries, rather he finds amusement in gratifying its annoyance…
Donald_Golden … as he limps forward, his cloak dragged along the ground, tearing up over his shoulders, where in which each proportionated mass of the woolen cloak, is placed as one behind the visage of his shoulders.. it drags longingly across the landscape, searching for loose rock and forgotten mud puddles, but finds none within its journey…
Donald_Golden … the slow pace is heightened by a stale breeze, that whips the cloaks tail end into the air, but only the last possible portion of the fabric.. his blue jump suit bunching at differing jointed points with each new foot fall.. he nears the tavern, bowing lightly to grasp his injured knee, his eyes still entranced with the sight held before him.. a grim and stern remark worn atop his lips, as a right brow is raised in anticipation of unavoidable conflict..
Donald_Golden .. why must people always pick fights... his guyver no longer wishing to aid in his maniacal release of frustration, he must find another outlet for his rage.. he steps up to the door, hesitating on the first step, as he takes a gander at the door mat.. welcome is all it says.. the woven fibers of reed, displaying the message in ancient dyes.. this place must be more of medieval attire, rather then the more technologically advanced territories he is more accustomed too…
Donald_Golden … his eyes focus, his brows furrowing, as he concentrated on the inliaden textures, attempting to find grace and beauty within the pathetic display of human ingenuity.. he finds none.. his right hand reaches out, fingers slowly weaving themselves unto the structure of the steel melted door handle.. they grasp slowly, placing a decent grip upon the surface.. then turn, pulling as they end their rotation, his arm opens the door, to allow the interior light to flood the peace of night.

Kasumi_Toshiyuki she doesnt mean to stare yet she cant help herself , eyes that are cast their way taking in every facial expression , every scowl , the way the light caresses their eyes becoming lost in the depthless pools..a single hand placed with her lap resting against the light blue fabric, that is scattered with a small white lotus blossom pattern..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki her other hand resting upon the table , unconsciously it lifts touching the dust smoked glass of the lamp within her reach..soft pads of her fingertips that graze the scorching surface , pain she does feel yet nothing terrible..yet each stroke is slowing , lingering tempting it to sear her skin , like a child playing with a naked flame she teases..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki tension within the room builds , eyes still fixed upon the man and woman watching him leap from his chair drawing the weapon , maybe she was wrong about blossoming love in her midst..as quick as the rage came it was withdrawn taken back with his sagging shoulders as he once more seats himself..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki its the sound of the door more than seeing it move that jerks her head towards it , eyes full of hope as it waits to be fully opened...can it be..could it only be..her chest surges with excitement.. with longing to withhold the vision she can only dream of..and has dreamed of these past months..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki yet its with a shattered look that she gazes upon a figure of a man that is not Akito..and deep exhale followed by her shoulder sagging in sadness , her eyes never leave the man but its obvious he isnt what she had hoped to see..disappointment is all to evident within the depths of her swirling chocolate orbs..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki tears actually threaten to break free at an instant so disheartened is she...a ever present feeling of dread , one she cant seem to shake , suddenly torn from this moment her fingertips still upon the heated glass just a moment longer than needed , a yelp is heard echoing from her lips as she jerks her fingers free..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki her eyes resting on the bright red blistered fingertips , without thinking she stuffs them into her mouth , cringing as pain shoots down her arm as the tender flesh touches the warmth moist confines of her mouth...closing her eyes she sits silent nursing her digits.. attempting to cool them best she can.

Donald_Golden fingers slowly leave the grace of the knob as Donald steps within the halls of the tavern. his eyes quickly glancing about the mysterious structure.. this is foreign to him and like wise he is wary of its inhabitant.. within his guyver he is next to a sitting duck in here.. hopefully none of them know of his past, and none of them wish to bring a swift death to him.. he can only hope..
Donald_Golden .. he lumbers into the taverns. his limp still rather prevalent.. as the door closes behind him it gets stuck on his still dragging cape… he continues his parade forward.. his scuffle being halted by the temporary entangled garment.. he wrenches back, nearly falling within that direction due to the unexpected tug.. he regains his balance, on a footnote.. turning to see what has impeded his advancement forward.
Donald_Golden .. he smirks within his own sense of thought as his fingers grasp the frayed outer ends of the cape and tug it free of its confining space… he winces as another portion of the fabricated wool, rips and tears.. to his disbelief this cloak has only lasted him 3 weeks before it reached this state.. damn hyper dimensional rift.. destroying his wardrobe as they do…
Donald_Golden … he turns his head.. his pouty lips still profoundly evident as he seems rather distressed about the torn garment… still holding the remains of a once flowing cape like escarpment within his hands, his fingers daintily allow it to fall asunder, to the depth of the tavern floor underfoot.

Kasumi_Toshiyuki once more she studies the damage to the tender pads of her fingertips , tilting her hand first one way then the next catching any light she can to survey the injury , the tips throb and sting like crazy annoyingly so almost like they are itching yet to touch them would be folly and sure to bring a fresh wave of pain to sweep her body..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki her attention has been diverted from the door , seeing it wasnt what she expected the person is quickly forgotten...waving her hand back and forth in front of her madly trying to cool the angry skin..she hears the door close this making her look back at the man as he enters fully , his dress seems out of place , he seems out of place..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki not looking away she blatantly studies him from her table somewhere across the room , taking in his rather tall form he would totally dwarf her by comparison...its now she feels uncomfortable and not wishing to be caught staring she looks away leaning more into the shadow hoping he doesnt come her way..

Donald_Golden grumbles about his lost dress as his fingers toil over the misplaced threads, trying to free the lingering fabric from their grasp.. they are successful, as the shard of forgotten fabric fall loosely to the floor. he continues his march further still.. each elongated step more length then the next.. his limp seeming to spread, as he pays it no attention, and simply lets the foot drag noisily along the floor..
Donald_Golden .. hopefully the few gifts the guyver has bestowed upon him over these last three million.. already he can feel his healing factor kicking in.. the sub atomic structure of his own like particles, repairing themselves from within… his eyes facilitate viewing, as he condemns the escarpment from within his own thoughts, damning those around him for his own troubles..
Donald_Golden .. word being mumbled under his breath, to incoherent for anyone to make sense of them.. grumbles of nearly forgotten pain, and never forgotten heartache.. he pauses for a moment and looks to the tavern, raising his thick brows to ponder over the possibility of a tender.. hell no..
Donald_Golden .. as always drink are on the house and he can feel free to raid the refrigerator… he nods slowly to himself, lowering his brows as a smirk flows over his lips.. three million years and he still hasn't learned that drinking isnt too good for the temper.

Kasumi_Toshiyuki suddenly glad of the darkness of the table she chose , hugging the shadows , her ears never fail to miss his dragging steps , the muttering that comes from his direction..he didnt seem happy..not in the least and knowing this she just shrinks down into the chair further..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki she refuses to feed her growing curiosity and glance his way in the hope he is walking straight past..each step he takes seems to resound about her like a slow steady drum beat , she has felt the tavern empty and now a filtering of more patrons seems to rise...
Kasumi_Toshiyuki as her head drops forward the thick ebony curtain of hair slides over her shoulders all but blocking out her face from view , hoping to hide , to be un-noticed , just another part of the fitments within this place..her unburnt fingertips start to pluck idly at the fabric of her sleeve..nervous motions as she waits.

Donald_Golden wrenches his knee forward violently… it cracks and creeks as differing tendons reset and fall into a newly admired alignment.. that feels better he thinks as he shrugs away the searing pain of accomplishing such acts as resetting your own joints.. the guyver advancements within his own genetic structure continue to make his recovery an expedient process…
Donald_Golden … his eyes waver from the bar and back to the patrons of this bar.. still he damns them within his tones of inconceivable murmurs…. his fingers grasping into tight fist as he continues speak under his breath in a foul matter.. he nods lightly, appearing to be mad within his furry, talking to himself and telling others of past deeds within the same context of speech, all things said still being within the boundaries of inconceivable mumbles…
Donald_Golden … he steps forward, the light darting across his features.. the night still invading a considerable portion of his face.. half of it masked under its darkness, the other half shinning dimly forward in the candlelight… his sky blue eyes the most notable feature, and ere of innocents within chaos.

Kasumi_Toshiyuki even though she seems to hide she listens , softly spoken voices , the occasional sneeze everything around her seems heightened , slowly her head lifts following the snuffles to a man leaning against the wall..her looks as bad he sounds she muses a tiny frown passing her forehead as she watches,
Kasumi_Toshiyuki the other man is still heard , he still grumbles like a badly oiled machine , unable to stand it any longer she shifts slightly within her seat her butt already starting to go numb , her eyes moving to the one mumbling , he seems rather beaten , and the attire he wears looks like hes been dragged some distance behind the back of a horse.
Kasumi_Toshiyuki it puzzles her why he seems so irritated...a hand lifting to be placed within her lap the burnt tips of her fingers coming into contact with the fabric about her legs , jerking her hand upwards she hisses between clenched teeth..eyes drifting from the stranger to once more examine the digits damage.

Donald_Golden continues his endless traits of grumbles as his eyes dilate and scan about the room with full vengeance.. he brings his hands up to his face, cupping them tightly about each other.. warm calming breath is breathed upon their tender flesh.. the guyver traits still healing his physical form.. differing cells realigning to find the perfect form of existence within their own and current environment,
Donald_Golden its as though he was evolving internally before your eyes… his head falls into a slight bow.. the black shards of curled hair, dancing lazily about his forehead.. he lowers his arms, allowing their grasp to slip as his right hand falls behind his back to tug at the remaining fabric of the cloak.. the navy hued woolen fibers falling in front of his form… draping about his shoulders and forming an upside down V slit down the front of his dress.
Donald_Golden . the blue jumpsuit still wearing well to his "well" muscular form… its alternating pockets raveling and bunching in differing quadrants of form… his eyes blink slowly, as his right digits flex and glide over the wool, closing in on his hood.. carefully he tugs it over his head, allowing the drape to cover all but the tiny button of his nose, and his lips..

Kasumi_Toshiyuki mumbles some quiet words in her native tongue the sound almost like a melody if it was spoken in pain...she touches the painful ends with her other fingertips..testing , soothing the bright red blisters..sighing she thinks its time she leaves..Akito showing no sign in showing up..her head lifting so the curtain of ebony parts about her face..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki once more she glances at the man unable to stem her curiosity , eyes that widen as he seems to change before her , minor alterations , yet its the hood becoming lifted cloaking his features that makes her scowl , maybe he senses her watching , she doubts it but his action was odd..he was odd..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki she wonders if he is anything like the creature from last night...he seems ill of temper and rather grumpy why she can only but guess , yet he doesnt have that same air of power the other did , even on sight that one cold chill your blood and his voice stop your heart in an instant.

Donald_Golden just shakes his head in frustrations, alternating the pose of the hooded cloak.. he shrugs his shoulders inward, causing the cape like attachment to swivel inwards, and encroach on the formation of an upside down V.. the V all but disappears as the cloak reaches its final formation..
Donald_Golden .. the smirk tugging at his pallet dissipating for a moment as he wears a stern camouflage of animosity… his lowers his head and walks in on a direct course with the female which seems entranced on him.. though he may not have appeared to be paying attention, he is always watchful, no matter how mass the distraction may be.. he pauses but a few feet from her location, and slowly turns, his cloak splaying openly outward, as it twirls along with his motions..
Donald_Golden .. the navy hued fabric, retaining differing spectrums of candlelight, changing darker navies to the deepest of blacks.. he ends his rotation and stands, nearly back to the female.. whispers raspy over his parched and chapped lips... the crackling fibbers of skin, slowly expelling the tones of speech.. "Come here often?" he asked, still cloaked within his cherubic of clemency..

Kasumi_Toshiyuki looking away from the man that puzzled her greatly she shifts her gaze once more to the door , sorrow at Akito not showing , a pain filled heart due to his absence.. she starts to think about leaving even leaning forward to shove the chair back from the table..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki she forces the chair back without realizing someone is behind till his voice stops her dead..did the chair hit him she wonders..without even looking around she has this sudden feeling it was the man she had been staring at, if she could curl up into a ball and disappear she would..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki embarrassed by her actions she has to literally turn around in her chair and look over her shoulder..her gaze meets his lower region...then with a very slow lifting head they travel upwards..a loooong way upwards till her neck is bent back considerably..eyes widening at the man hovering over her..his voice eerie..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki what did he say she thinks trying to grasp what he said to her..her throat goes dry, fighting down a swallow she actually stutters.." I ..Um....No..No.. ..I dont.."..her unblinking eyes stay resting upon his face that seems smothered by the confines of the hood about it his face...she should look away she tells herself..yet she cant

Donald_Golden fingers nimbly splay apart from each other beneath the veil of his cloak, disguised under shards of forgotten fabric.. each granule of sown wool seeming to fray at each postured end.. perhaps his wardrobe shouldn't be so delicate as to destroy itself between the distance of but a few hyper dimensional warps.. he ponds, leaning his head ever so slightly forward, his lips silently parting, the crackle crack of his chapped and devastated, plush lips,
Donald_Golden , seeming to whisper words un spoken to those which may wish to listen to such random acts of audible display… he raises his mighty shoulders once more, placing his hands together beneath the cloak, and crossing his arms before his chest massive chest.. the indentations seen through the poorly woven wool of his cloak.. his eyes peek to the right side of him, as though he was viewing upon the female from this point of interest..
Donald_Golden .. the glossy blue orbs blinking a few times between this intermittent exposure of speech…. he nods slowly, swiveling at the chest, so that he may partake of his full essence.. and then he senses it.. within the inner most reaches of his own being he feels the presence of the Kousotsu within this one.. how strange he thinks.. turning completely now, but keeping calm as to keep such crucial and vital facts away from her.. perhaps its just a manifestation of self within this current scape..
Donald_Golden .. couldn't be, the essence is to lightly dispersed, he would be able to take a grander comprehension of past energy resonations… it must be an alternated effect, from exposure to one of the other alternate selves.. his brows both lower in unison, as he bends down to the table and whisper in audible tones..
Donald_Golden .. "Has any thing out of the ordinary happened to you in the past few days..?" still obviously curious about her possible implications of energy capture and display.. the power of the Kousotsu still rich within her molecular, as well as ethereal makeup.

Kasumi_Toshiyuki her neck starts to ache just by the sheer size of him plus the fact she is sitting..she really should just up and take her leave before he even thinks about sitting or trying to talk with her..she shifts slightly in her seat attempting to turn more fully yet the black of the chair wont allow such a motion..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki then he leans forward over her and she obviously leans back to keep some kind of eye contact her side wedged against the tables edge ,cutting into her ribcage..the sound of his voice un-nerving sending shivers of fear up her spine..who is he and why does he examine her so openly..its like being under a microscope..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki then the words come, shocking her to the core , its evident in her widening orbs , the shards of anxiety that fill the glistening pools of brown , he cant be talking about last night?..How does he know?...Who is he?..he mind races along frantically this situation suddenly become as deep felt as the night before..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki she lurches out of the chair in a rush then quickly spinning to face him , several small steps back does she take.." I..dont know what your talking about "..she lies..can she pull it off ..Does he see further into her head than she thinks?..What does he know about the creature from the night before?...her eyes remain focused on the man..

Donald_Golden raises his brows and takes a step back from the girl who has already retaliated with a step back of her own.. he nods lightly, raising his brows as he speaks.. "No need to be frightened.. So I'm guessing by the way you just stood up from the table and took a few paces back, that would be a yes?" he says, raising his right hand beneath the cloak, splaying his fingers out as he holds his palm upright...
Donald_Golden ... he tilts his head gentle to the left a nook and speaks once more, this time in softer tones.. unforeseen current of air twisting his cape about in the air, and causing a light ruffle to his hair. "I only ask as a precaution Miss. Take it as nothing more." he lowers his right hand yet again, wrapping it beneath the veil of his cloak.. he gives a subtle nod and bows, taking another step away from her..
Donald_Golden .. then raises from his bow, lifting his eyes brows as he extends his arms to an open stance. the slip from out under the cloak, up to his forearms.. the hairy, and ancient, arms seems to be rough throughout the length of their exterior... the cloak raveled about his mid forearms, caught in a sort of a familiar design to a cuff.

Kasumi_Toshiyuki his step back does surprise her ,a harmless gesture maybe...there is enough softness in his tone that she stands her ground unmoving just for now..trying to look calm as she studies this person who seems to assume so much..it wouldnt be so bad if he wasnt right..her chin lifts just a fraction , the slender framed girl straightening to her full height of 5`2 intending on putting on a brave face..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki all the while she watches she listens intently ..Precaution?.., eyes that had once been narrowed now widen at such a terrible word.." What do you mean..Precaution?.." she asks..her hands lifting and sliding within the sleeves a ritual done so often she does it without even a thought..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki no one else within the room matters..no one but the man before her..held within her large hazel orbs..she wants to know..wants to know what he does..he doesnt seem quite as over powering as she first thought..still she is a little worried and not about to trust him for a second...can he be trusted..trusted that he will tell her what she wants to know

Donald_Golden lowers his head and mutters to himself.. his black wavy hair falling about his forehead and swaying about to his nearly endless shakes of the head.. he pauses within his insanity for a moment, and ends his mumbling for enough time to part his lips lightly, lift his left brow, and shows a twinkle in his eyes that shows some form of remorse or trust, you cant really tell at this point..
Donald_Golden .. never the less his hands join in unison before his body, as he begins to pace around in a rather confined circle, looking up from time to time to look at the female.. all the while rubbing his hands together nervously, whiling continuing his insane mumbles to himself.. he ends them abruptly and turns to face the poor maiden, his cloak sliding about his wrist now, as the frayed ends twist about within the heavens...
Donald_Golden ... he holds the same state of stare, lowering his brows lightly as he ask in inquisitive tone.. "You mean you really don't know..?" his lips barely moving as he lifts his shoulders with the mention of spoken word.. seeming to be in quite a shambles from this abrupt appearance of the Kousotsu trait.

Kasumi_Toshiyuki silence fills the tavern so only the two stand...yards apart , eyes that never leave his form...pacing ..mumbling..almost like this one is insane..her trust gone at his lack on sanity..another step she retreats , the soft rustling of fabric against her legs is the only thing heard from her...slowly her orbs narrow wondering why he is doing the relentless circling..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki is it so hard to tell her...is it THAT bad?..she bites tenderly upon her lower lip worried..concerned about what he has to tell her..if he will...his words come as a shock..know?..know what?..." I dont know what you are talking about...know what ?"...then she drops into silence..only her eyes following him never shifting for an instant..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki its funny that she feels so naked without the blade she has set aside..the promise to Akito playing over in her mind...he promised..promised he would forever be her blade once Tatsu was gone..and he was...now her palm itches for the leather bound hilt that fit so perfectly within her tiny hand...

Donald_Golden eyes search around within the construct of mentality that may persist to form paranoid schizophrenia .. he boggles at her absolute reprisal and dismissal of obvious fact.. perhaps she is not aware of the corruption as he... he toils within his own paradigm of thought.. his fingers twisting about each other, as his brows periodical rise and fall with the tidal movements of mood...
Donald_Golden ... he takes an elaborately planed step forward, pausing with this single movement of possible position forward.. his eyes still wondering about the tavern as though a mad man.. his head beginning o follow their journeys of lunacy.. he stops... a cold dead stare being centered on the poor little female... he lowers his head.. shadows swirling about his entire body... not by cause of power, but by simple dramatic effect... "Then you do not know?"
Donald_Golden he mumbles, nearly incoherently, massive droops of shadow dashing under his eyes, and setting as though an eclipsed sun.. his index fingers toil about their abstract thoughts, as his mind continues its intensive boggle over possible cause of delay within this feminine human.

Kasumi_Toshiyuki she swallows as he takes that step forward..even from here she feels as though this twoering figure looms over her presense..casting her within his shadow..she could not feel any more threatened than she does now..yet she cant bring herself to take that step back hoping to keep the distance between them both..a hope she may escape if she has to run...
Kasumi_Toshiyuki how could she run..he talks as if something bad has befallen her or is he simply crazy..toying with her sense of fear...eyes that lift maginally to stay rested upon his face still concealed with that hood...shadows always shadow that cling to his body.. even writhing about him like caressing serpents..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki more mumbling..." I dont know what your talking about....know what?...Cant you just tell me?.." ..there is panic etched in her words wanting to step forward and wring the answers from his throat if she could..fear quickly replaced by anger..as if he is holding something back that she desperately needs to know

Donald_Golden shrugs his shoulders, knowing the obvious answers to his questions, but denying them from her, due to her lack of sharing of her own known fact with him.. though he senses the essence of the Kousotsu within her, her own danger due to this exposure is minimal... though an exposure to a possible alternate of the Kousotsu could have dire consequence, for one never knows there unpredictable nature..
Donald_Golden .. he pauses within his retreat, to turn within a twirl and view upon the lady once more.. bending at the waist, his cloak looms viscously forward, waving about in the air, from his sudden movement.. he takes a half bow within his bend, to grow as close to her as possible within this far state of stance.. his lips echoing a more clearing assembled string of vocal composure..
Donald_Golden .. "If you do not know, then it must not be that important. For that, I see no reason to frighten you further then you should be. Good day." and with that he places his left arm before his knelt chest.. then stands upright, nodding once, as he yet again swirls to turn his back on he, and begins a slow methodical pace towards the bar.

Kasumi_Toshiyuki all thoughts of Akito are gone..hope he will show up on this night are gone with it..held here not by force but by need..hanging on this strangers every word..his words have scared her into not wishing to leave..the casual shrug of his shoulders she already knows with that he wont give her an answer..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki then it comes..the bow and the words..they strike horror into her heart..he cant just walk away like this..leave her hanging on a moment..not satisfy her curiousity and worry...her jaw literally drops..Oh no no no..he wasnt going to leave this like that..fear is gone..anger now fully present..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki she actually stalks after him...quick shuffling strides, her hands being pulled free from her sleeves.." Wait !.." she calls..approaching him from behind ..a hand lifting towards his departing back intending on snagging the billowing cloak within her grasp and pulling him to a halt if necessary..

Donald_Golden hearing each footfall made in his direction, and the panic stricken formation of their step, he continues his stride toward the dispersal point of alcoholic beverages... his feet pitter pattering until they nearly reach then end of his journey... he hears a female voice.. it calls out to him, piercing sound waves rolling through the tavern as nearly a frightful scream..
Donald_Golden .. a beckon from a hollowing siren... oh how harsh.. she increases her step... nearly running in pace for his aid, for his help, for his possible knowledge on situations which she is completely clueless on.. he knew this would happen.. curiosity always gets these foolish individuals.. humans are so predictable he thinks to himself.. as he turns with the skill and grace of one who has learned all forms of combat ever mentioned within the temptations of time..
Donald_Golden .. and made a fair deal up himself... his body as though a fluidic wave.. he turns as she strike.. his left hand open as he turns to the right, palm ready to intercept the female outstretched fingers, and snatch them out of the air between the passage of time... only relativity matters at this point.. her fingers perhaps in hand, and a smirk atop his lips, he speaks, raising a right brow with a bit of a smug look on his pallet.. "So perhaps you know more then you lead on?"

Kasumi_Toshiyuki her steps hasten to the back of the stranger , digits that extending hoping to touch the fabric of his cloak ..yet it was not to be..instead in no more than a second he has spun snatching her hand from its point before him..her momentum nearly carries her into the rest of his body yet she skids to a stop..a tug of her hand wishing it released from his grasp..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki says, " What is it you know !..about....." ..she stops herself from fully disclosing everything..an angry yell in his direction as once more she continues to pull upon her hand hoping to break the grip he has..her free hand curls tightly into a fist , the temptation to strike at the man is building..but she holds it down..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki so they stand toe to toe..her wishing the information he seems to say he knows..and he refusing to part with it..it was such a bad idea running after him but there was nothing she could do..her delicate features are pulled into a scowl at his touch..

Donald_Golden flicks his left hand further to the left in a violent display of pure force.. he releases the held hand, allowing it to whip carefree into the air... his eyes dash up and down the petite form of this delicate flower as his smirk forms into a full fledged smile... the breath intermingled, as their step is nearly identical.. he laughs cheerfully as he leans a few inches closer to her, his apparent height dwarfing her, but not by so much that he is not nearly in eye contact with her..
Donald_Golden .. his cloak draping about his shoulders, their brilliant blues shinning out in the now nearly lit room about them.. vibrant candle light peering down on them from above.. a twinkle in his sky blue eyes, as his pearly whites gleam down on her, an ere of arrogance within his voice as he speaks to her.. "Come come now, spill it.." he says, a malicious undertone always present within his spoken word.. he bends up but a fraction of an indented tab...
Donald_Golden ... his eye glancing away from her for a moment, and up to other patrons which may inhabit the tavern, they dart over the location of the bar and then back to the girl as he awaits some form of answer from out her tiny and perfectly formed lips..
Donald_Golden .. the large oval eyes staring him down in frustration or perhaps rage.. the wild look of insanity still within the pupils of Donald's eyes... eternal life has caused an attribute of unrest within his soul.. that reflects these natures and tendencies, within his otherwise sane self.

Kasumi_Toshiyuki a short gasp is heard as her hand is thrown out to the left and let go..she snaps it back before her letting the other massage the once gripped flesh as if trying to wipe his touch from her flesh..his attitude was annoying grating on her nerves..if she wasnt in need for this information she would turn around and leave..but something tells her to stay..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki her eyes slide up to meet his..watching his features fill her vision as he leans forward..warm breath that fans her face , he was so smug..he knows he has her where he wants her..frustration once more narrows her eyes slightly..his eyes that drift to briefly dance about the room watching the others..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki says, " What do you want to know..?.."...she whispers..not caring about the other patrons about her..she can hear their voices and feel their gaze..even sense their confusion at what they see..but she doesnt let that distract her from her task..to find out how he knows..what he knows..

Donald_Golden not wishing others to become alarms by what he might have to say.. he leans closer still, attempting to wrap his arms about her, and draw her near to him.. his cloak still unraveled about his arms, its course features, crinkled at every joint, and hanging loosely.. its frayed ends still dancing within the winds as he tilts his head inwards, placing his lips but a few centimeters from her right ear..
Donald_Golden .. softly he whispers, warm raspy breaths being softly exhaled against the back of her neck.. his eyes wielding shut as he envelopes them within the navy cloak... the candlelight about them flickering at the mentions o these words.. "Tell me everything.." he says, the warm calm whisper seeming the most pleasant of things he has said to date...

Kasumi_Toshiyuki only leaning back from him slightly as though smelling something foul upon his breath..something nasty and not wished inhaled..his arms lifting extending towards her dont go un-noticed..her eyes darting from one arm to the other widening , lips that part ready to ask what is he doing...but silence
Kasumi_Toshiyuki her own arms lift within this building shadow..this slowly enclosing curtain that threatens to smother her entirely..hands that reach for his upperarms , hoping to grasp and attempt to keep them from her ,to be held apart..giving her space , space she feels is quickly lessening ..words so soft and gentle that accompany his warm sickly breath
Kasumi_Toshiyuki a breath that makes her shiver and lean slightly from his face tilting her head away .." Last night..last night was when something happened.."...she frantically speaks hoping this will get him to back away from her..to give her back that wish she desperately needs..

Donald_Golden noting the distaste of his current stance, he removes his arms from their intended positions and places them before his chest, tightly wrapped within the cloak of arms.. is eyes roll lightly to the left, as his lips keep perched on her ear... his own on in tune and reach of her own lips, listening to the soft textures of sound which flow freely from them..
Donald_Golden .. the entire story he must hear to make further sense of the feeling he has felt present within this conjuncture of current time and space.. the essence of such a powerful construct does not go unnoticed by other masses.. though he is not an extremely powerful gingival, and lacks the ability to recognize such simplistic alterations in temporal signature, he was able to make out the misplaced origins of his own makeup,
Donald_Golden and thus determine that she must have been in contact with one of the Kousotsu alternates, since the resonation signature was too light to be direct linkage with the before mentioned like God... he pauses and ponders, allowing her words to echo forth, and spread further within the definition of detail... his lips cracking into a more determined mood of listening rather then conjecture of other such discomforts such as taking advantage of such a feminine feature in distress.

Kasumi_Toshiyuki his closeness makes her skin tingle , radiating shards of apprehension at what he is doing dart up her spine..many patrons still keeping their gaze fixed upon the couple near the bar..conversations suddenly going quiet as they cling to a hope they may hear more words from them both..the dim tavern lighting tug at the shadows that seethe around the couple , swirling about their feet..almost sensing her situation
Kasumi_Toshiyuki relief is felt as he relinquishes his enclosing arms allowing them from her form..her eyes search his , watching , delving into the depths for some fragment of sympathy..not looking away she continues..knowing he awaits her words..awaits her explanation...she can only guess that he wishes to know of the creature from the night before..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki says, " Last night.." she continues.." A man..well it was something came into the tavern..he wanted to know where he was...he was strange..a powerful being ..one that would not let me go till he had his answers...I dont know what he was but he was able to do things I have never seen done before.."...she has rambled..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki knowing maybe he doesnt believe her..or this may not even be what he wanted to know she can only but wait..eyes falling from his to rest at the space between their feet.." You will tell me now how you knew?..wont you?."..quietly she asks..exhaled upon a single breath

Donald_Golden :he shifts his head lightly, his eyes following the oval shape of hers.. the context of hue softly contributed and dispersed within the context of her eyes... he nods lightly, her words spoken softly within his ears.. his fingers tensing lightly as his mind tries to figure out the perhaps within these situations... he grasp within these realms, understanding that she was not effected by a direct contact with the Kousotsu, for the resonation of past currents is too light..
Donald_Golden .. it had to be Aureus.. Daniel Golden... his fingers and arms unwrap from him as they hover just above her waist line, still wrapped within the veil of the cloak.. all the while his eyes staring into space as he continues to contemplate.. their forms still intermingled as he notices the anticipation of others, their sense of longer for understanding .. this intimate scene appearing to be more the it actual is...
Donald_Golden ... his lips slowly part to allow flow of word to openly be pressed from them.. he speaks, his tone still within an audible whisper.. "This was a part of the deal in the first place miss.. " he pauses, lowering his chin so that just but rest on her shoulder.. his warm breaths blowing over a fair patch of skin, that just happens to be exposed, on her lower neck.. he continues.
Donald_Golden "I am known as Donald Golden.. I am one of many that have come from my father and God, The Kousotsu." a smirk overwhelms his lips, as he scoffs at the notions of grandeur involved within the context of that name. "The Man you saw last night.. I guess... I guess you could call him my brother.. I felt the power of my God on you Miss, that is how I knew." with that he ends his flow of speech and awaits either dismay or shock.. or rather an ere of disbelief

Kasumi_Toshiyuki hanging on his every word she waits..unmoving ..allowing her eyes to fall closed as the faint whisp of his heated breath passes over her pale exposed flesh..she doesnt flinch staying frozen in place even her breath is caught in her throat inwardly hoping he does not place his hands upon her..she waits for the words to come...it is tempting to move but this may stop him parting with what she wishes to hear and hear she must...
Kasumi_Toshiyuki arms that hang limply by her side and not restraining his closeness .her head but only slightly bowed as her orbs remain shuttered from view..his scent fills her lungs with every inhaled breath , even his heat she can feel he is so close to her, smothering her petite frame with his own , he dominates and smothers her will.. quietly listening to his words ..words that will shock her , make her recoil from his presence..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki his brother?..her head snaps upwards as she briskly steps back away from him ..nothing could of shattered her more than to hear they are one of the same blood, eyes so full of disbelief that hold his own..this cant be..not another one..pale rose hued lips that part as a gasp is inhaled quietly lost in the taverns stagnant air.." You..!...are his brother?? "..her face is alight with shock , knowledge now of what he is mingled with the fact he did something to her that night ..but what?.." What has he done to me?"..she now yells..

Donald_Golden takes a sudden step back in retort, his brows fully raised as his hands and arms splay openly outward.. the cloak draping about these features as it hangs loosely on them, nearly to the ground, swaying with movement just made, his eyes fixated and locked to hers, as his lips continue to break forth with word.. "In a way my brother Miss.."
Donald_Golden he pauses and takes a small step in her direction with his right foot, tip toeing it past the cloak, so that his boots hang out noticeably visible... his eyes partly shut as he takes them off of her form and points them in a less notable location.. "I am but a representation of a greater force, "Eyes which may see the births of Lost Civilizations.. And be the first to watch the forming of man" I have no other real purpose, as I can see it.."
Donald_Golden he stutters, these lost limericks seeming to sputter forth from his lips unwittingly as he strays farther from his gaze, his eyes all but falling shut, and dead to the world around him.. "Aureus is about another one of these representation of the Manifested thought, or otherwise God, Kousotsu..." his words come more freely now.. his arms lowering and crossing before his chest, unsheathed from out the cloak.. and ere of desperation present within his features..
Donald_Golden "Though a much more powerful one." he doesn't think it wise to share more personal traits with the lady.. this is enough of a history lesson now.. "His presence within your direct proximity, and manipulation over your environment, by avatarian discipline to the Kousotsu, has allowed him to leave trace elements of his own aura about you.. You're pretty much a marked woman, Miss."

Kasumi_Toshiyuki his retreating single step places more needed space between the two , the words he utters she doesnt understand , only grasping hold of minor fragments , its read in her face that she is confused , large hazel orbs that glisten with every flickering flame contained within the room, hanging on his every word..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki once more he approaches though she isnt even aware , still intently listening trying to piece together that which he speaks of...a small tilt of her head back is the only indication hes shifted position, his frame always seeming to loom over her like a bird of prey ready to snatch her off her feet..she doesnt retreat from him too surprised and horrified at his next words..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki a brief silence falls..marked woman..the words , his words that repeat within her mind over and over flowing into one..fear is quickly replaced by a sense of anger..now its her turn to face up to this man ..how dare he say she is a marked woman..the label is foul and disgusting .wavering between being called a whore or a target of an assassin..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki how her eyes spark with vehemence directed solely at Donald , a sturdy well placed forward step , tiny stature falling within his shadow yet not deterred as her head rolls back so she may look up into the darkened hood..one hand is lifted and curled into a fist leaving one solitary digit extended..aimed at poking him sharply in the chest..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki says, " Marked ?...What do you mean marked?.." her voice raising a fraction yet not loud enough to draw too much attention from the people surrounding them.." I want you to get rid of it you hear ! ...what ever he did take it back !!"...that final word would be punctuated with a firm pointy jab at his chest..if it connects.

Donald_Golden fingers nimbly splay inward as his head falls into a knelt rest.. a finger prods the center of his chest, un-rebuked… his eyes glisten open then shut, cutting the day of light out from their pupils for moment at a time… his chin resting atop his collar bone, he views this form of violence and provocation which has been placed upon him, as rather a desperate attempt to remain unscathed by damnation from a being as powerful as the Christian god…
Donald_Golden … quite understandable he comes to think… his right hand gently reaching up, where it slides easily around the poking digit, pushing it back and away from him if allowable… he lifts his head minutely, placing his eyes onto hers as his weather ravaged lips, crackle and crack.. the chap texture of skin seeming to prevaricate more sound then the utterance of words which is about to commence..
Donald_Golden commence.. "I can't" he says bluntly, nudging his angered hand, gently away from him and to his left.. he looks away, his head turning within the same sway of direction… his tongue leaving the comfort of his mouth to dash sorrowful about his lips.. he ponders, relinquishing his grip held, and allowing his hand to free fall to his side.. slight modulation of tampered air, flutter about within the complexities of structure represented by his cloak..
Donald_Golden .. it flares into the sky, dashing about within the tapestry of night.. its navy hues intermingling with other like fabrications of light.. one of which, candlelight, making an intoxicating blemish within its presented color, turning it nearly that of an obsidian tint.

Kasumi_Toshiyuki yes she actually is annoyed petite little framed woman she maybe but she does get angry and this man ..all huge height of him had made her thus..copious amounts of ebony tresses that hang freely about her shoulders , black as midnight and moving like liquid each flame that breaths and casts out its radiance is caught within each strand making it seem like satin..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki digit that prods his wide expanse of chest..a couple of firm jabs upon him and nothing more till he makes the gesture to move it away..and she allows it..snapping her hand back like his touch stung...hating the though me might place his flesh on hers...after what she was just told she basically treats him like hes the plague..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki she watches every movement of his head..every uttered word ..every sound passing over parted lips..she once again steps back from him..just the words alone make her cringe , maybe she knows he speaks the truth ..the damage is done..she will no more be what she was..but what does this mean..?..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki says, " Why cant you ?!?...He put whatever mark you say upon me ..then I ask you remove it !"....it was a fruitless attempt at grasping any shred of hope..clinging to it like her life depended upon it...she doesnt wait for his answer knowing all to well what it will be.." What does this mean..this mark..He will seek me out and kill me ? "..

Donald_Golden says, fingers flex into the formation of fist and then fall short of intended purpose… leaving the defined mark of a balled fist, and falling into a loosely hung hand.. his eyes all but close yet again.. his thoughts laboring intensively to put these within terms that her tiny mind might grasp more easily.. he finds it relentlessly difficult..
Donald_Golden .. such a limit creature humans are… as she takes a step away from him, he raises his brow, through his squinted eyes… once more pressing massive biceps into formation as he paces them before his chest.. lazily the cloak readjust, covering the masculine muscle structure, with its frayed and tattered fabric… he sighs, his chest inhaling and expanding outwards, before collapsing and falling inwards..
Donald_Golden .. his eyes opening softly, as his lips crack.. air mingles with his vocal cords, from the exhalation, as he speaks within that precise moment in time.. the breath being the fuel for his words.. "I do not know what Daniel intends, just as he does not know my every waking thought, and Davi…"
Donald_Golden he pauses, remembering that he must not expel every tid bid of his forsaken past to this newly acquire female advisory… "his left brow lowers, the right still remaining elevated…. his head remains within its downtrodden perch as he continues to think of the best way to put this.. "I don't know"

Kasumi_Toshiyuki such words spoken ..fear that she may have become a target for this man who strayed into her path by sheer accident...was this her punishment for not knowing the answer to his question the one that even now she can hear within her mind...his voice that made her skin crawl..that same question over and over..one she couldnt answer..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki only now after his words..words that hold no hope..does she turn from him , yet not fully only partly so he is faced with her side..its a defeated lowering of her shoulders..a single sigh that falls from her lips.." Why..why am I to be punished because I couldnt answer his question ?...I just..dont understand.."..her eyes arent even upon him..looking off at some deserted table
Kasumi_Toshiyuki only a brief silence falls as she toys with everything in her mind...what can she do..if the one he calls Daniel decides to track her down she doesnt stand a chance..she knows this after witnessing his power..can this one help her ..or is he so much like Daniel she is better off alone..running and never getting away..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki slowly she turns her head to look at him.." I dont know what to do...he will find me just as you have ..is there nothing I can do to get rid of this thing?..nothing at all?.."...she practically pleads with him to say something that will give her just a slim thread of hope to cling to...

Donald_Golden her side to him, Donald takes a simple step forward, only allowing one foot to fall in placement infront of the other.. the cloak still longingly trying to recapture the lost toes of his boot, but unable too.. it sways within the desperate winds, grasping at each notch of fiber it can.. gaining in torrent of incoherent pleas..
Donald_Golden .. grasping at the very essence of his boot.. it fails, falling back through the agonizing divinity of defeat… pressed behind nearly the entire boot, the major portion of his foot being now open to all prying eyes… the mans smiles within his complexities of thought, but keeps the grin to himself.. a simple and stern look held atop his pallet as he himself holds a profile to the female.. though only a partial one..
Donald_Golden .. his side step having giving this a new life… his eye dance about within his head.. pondering with the right and left corners as he takes in the complexities of her previous statement with near alarm.. he must not show this parchment of emotion, he must hide the fear he has of the words she has spoke.. something quite odd has come up.. how could it be.. why would he ask something he would have already known, and for that matter, why didn't he know..
Donald_Golden .. fingers peek out from behind the veil the cloak has obtained, creaking through the point at which the collar region of the cape like cloth has provided… they carefully splay across his chin.. his index prodding about the fleshy surface as he finnaly finds the words, or at least a question, that may unveil the unknowns within his current line of scape… his lips quake, slowly prying open as more words are made..
Donald_Golden .. his voice a soft echo that can barely be considered audible.. "What did he ask you?" though her pleas and cries of possible persicusion seem to go unnoticed, this doesn't bother Donald, as this is the most important aspect of her spoken word.

Kasumi_Toshiyuki hazel orbs that still rest upon his face watching him once more step closer , this age old dance they both seem to play..retreat and follow..yet it was always she would retreated not trusting his proximity , nor his touch..she searches the shadowed confines of the hood about his features..seaches for something..something within his depthless orbs..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki all shreds of reasoning were fast leaving..why has this befallen on her ..what did she understand about the whole thing...the feeling he doesnt tell her everything..holding something back..maybe its the worst thing of all and not wishing to scare her further refrains from parting with it..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki unable to hold his gaze..waiting for his words no matter how bad it may be she looks away...letting her eyes dance over the ajacent wall watching the shadow flicker and writh as if they too feel her confusion...his words uttered so curiously.." He wanted to know where he was...then he kept repeating Ayenee..asking me if this was the place.."..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki says, " I could not answer for I didnt know..he just kept asking and asking..like I was lying.." a single hand is raised to massage the taut flesh of her temple..brow puckering in thought..still not casting her eyes back in his direction...turning everything over in her head ..replaying that night like she may of missed some vital fragment

Donald_Golden fingers retract from an adjacent chin in near horror… his lips part wildly, in a near jaw dropping expression.. he regains his composure.. it was what he had feared most.. within the depths of the back of his head he had figured that Kousotsu-Guyver himself was unaware of his surroundings.. of his possible interaction with the world around him.. if only for a brief moment in time he was not completely within the par of the Kousotsu..
Donald_Golden .. this could only mean one things.. this explains it all.. the poor traces of the essence of Kousotsu upon this lady.. the fact that he couldn't be sure if it was Daniel or not.. this could only mean one thing, and this could spell damnation for them all… he puzzles at this equations.. not sure how to respond to her words within this moment in time.. he retreats.. stepping back.. the bottom of his frayed cape drifting forward with his forceful regaining of past position..
Donald_Golden .. the navy hues sporadically refracting shadowing figures… his entire body becomes a single muscular form as he tenses in aggravation and fear of his next possible quest… his head falls into a sudden and steep bow as his lips begin to quiver within agonizing fear.. Daniel is losing his link with Kousotsu, the Guyver Strike Forces are now open to any ultra powerful being which may wish to attack them..
Donald_Golden .. and through these five hundred years that have past since it first disbanded, not once has this happened.. How could GoRuden allow his team to become so defenseless.. is this the reason for his own loss of ability.. how can he know that it is not simply the Guyver, now that the Kousotsu had begun to tamper with the construct of his own manifested patrons.. how could he knows.. he speaks.. more in a frail and less demanding voice...
Donald_Golden ... Unsure of himself and the world around him now.. "It's nothing to worry yourself over, chances are he was just lost.." he pauses, blinking his eyes in confusion as he begins to turn away from her again, his foot falls indicating a hastily made retreat towards the tavern door.

Kasumi_Toshiyuki is this the point she begs him to tell her what he knows...he must know something of why the one called Daniel has done this to her ..her eyes slowly trail back to his face...yes she only narrowly caught that look..something of what she said affected him so..vene within the darkness of that which he created about his face she could see it..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki she is speechless..yet she turns fully towards him..watching him fight with things in his own head..and then it happens..the total brush off , his form striding past her with nothing more than a ' Oh dont worry about it..'..she gapes at the vacant spot before her as she ushers past and towards the door..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki eyes that slowly blink in total confusion till finally she spins around...a flurry of pale blue fabric as she practically runs after him..like heck he was going to leave her like this..." No !.."..she yells as she catches up with his striding form intent on leaving her and the tavern..this was not to be for she was after him like a terrier down a rabbit hole...
Kasumi_Toshiyuki with a vicious growl she lashes out her hand at the only thing she can..once more his cloak is the target of her snagging grasp..it snaps in the air behind him so its the only thing close at hand..there is NO way he is leaving her like this..damn it to all hell she will pester him till she gets the answers she knows he is hiding ..

Donald_Golden head held down, hands tucked gently before him in the formation of fist, that lie within hidden pockets, and feet which move swiftly along the floor, he lies within the deepest peculiarities of thought, mustering no courage to continue this futile life if his own creator has turned his back on him.. he mumbles under his breath incoherently, paying no attention to any others which may stray his path..
Donald_Golden .. even the pitter patter of rushing feet escapes his attention, his mind too deep within contemplation to recognize an aggressive and closing force.. his eyes hold nearly shut, only peering at the floor under foot to hold baring within the note of possible situation… they do so barely, his own thoughts too caught up within the horror of his current scape to pay much head to the world around him… a sudden yank from behind.. it tosses him back.. his toes leaving the floor of the tavern..
Donald_Golden .. his arms flailing wildly about him, as he attempts to regain the balance which has been stolen from him.. his mind leaps, reeling within his current complexities of part…his left foot reaching back as his toes feel for possible structure of floor.. they find some, grasping firmly to it as the heal is securely placed within its dormant state…he pulls forward with enough force to move a mountain as he turns on a dime, forgetting that he was just talking to this young miss..
Donald_Golden .. not remembering the fact of her frailties, and placing out of his mind, the fact that such a turn about, with such force, might just kill her.. his eyes fixate on her, her hand perhaps still caught within his navy cape, the fabric perhaps wrapping about her hand and forcing a hold on her fragile appendages and phalanges…
Donald_Golden … her tone sharp, nearly sharp enough to press through the current state of disarray his mind is placed in right now.. his brows raise in frustration, as he finally figures out where he is.. "What is it now..?" he says hastily, finding the girl more of an annoyance, rather then a tool of possible discovery, as he should.

Kasumi_Toshiyuki she is upon him quickly the scurrying feet that carry her , taut fabric of her dress is tested as each stride tries to lengthen and close upon him with speed..her hand does snap forth and grab the flailing fabric of his cloak , the course material darkening her pale ivory flesh with its touch as digits crush a handful with a tightening fist..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki jerking back upon it she intends to stop the man , angered at his attempted departure soars within making her find this brief show of force..she is all but stopped as his teetering frame nearly overbalances to come crash backwards upon her..the moment of stepping back as her eyes widen is gone as she is ripped off her feet by his spinning turn..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki tiny digits that are encased within his cloak , surprise having taken her swiftly , to swiftly that failure to let go isnt realized till she is yanked severely into his body..even if she wished she is unable to get her hand free , firmly wrapped in the navy fabric as she is catapulted towards him with enough force to hurt should she collide with his massive chest..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki such a foolish act for such a tender thing..temper having gotten the best of her , angry at his dismissal when all she wants is to know and understand what has happened and what the outcome will be..a callous flicking away of something he see`s as insignificant yet this is hardly her fault..wrong place at the wrong time..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki to now have this shadow looming over her ..that shadow called Daniel and the knowledge he may return..may seek her out for what she cant contemplate..her life forever changed by just this twist of fate and Donald`s is also as this young woman wrestles for the answers only he seems able to give..

Donald_Golden he swirls within the moment of rage and furry, his mind still to teetering within the conceptions of thought which have provoked his dismissal from this place in the first place.. as he spins the female is brought forward and into his chest... he stands tall.. his rage and adrenalin holding his strength at heights nearly that of 500 men..
Donald_Golden .. his form stronger the steel, his skin able to resist almost all forms of temptation when compared to metallic... he pauses, a tiny being slamming into this brick wall type surface, his eyes dashing about his embossed figure.. his brows lifting as he carefully placing his hands on her shoulders and presses her back from him.. her hand perhaps still entangled within the weave of his cloak...
Donald_Golden ... his brows still, raised and his eyes still open, his lips part, exhaling a raspy conception of voice.. "What is it you want..?" he says in a calm yet stern tone, seeing her as much less important a figure now that he has just discovered the sky is falling, metaphorically speaking... he lowers his chin along with these words, his arms fully extended as he peers deeply into her eyes with his sky blue orbs.

Kasumi_Toshiyuki hands having no chance to lift in an attempt to brace against his chest..an attempt to soften the blow doesnt happen as she smacks head first into his lower chest..like hitting steel she exhales quickly accompanied by a loud ` Oof`..her head swims with a black cloud as she teeters on the edge of passing out from such a hit..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki his hands she does not feel upon her shoulders as her body sways ever so slightly , head lowered so her features are shadowed by her curtain of hair , her eyes are closed swirls of colored she visualizes.. forgetting where she is..what she is doing..a single hand lifts to press gently at her now tender forehead no doubt a large bruise with soon become visable..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki slowly and with a groan she lifts her head , shards of pain laces through her skull making her hiss quietly from between clenched teeth..eyes that flutter open like someone awaking on a new day..trailing up his body till reaching those depthless blue orbs that have her pinned to the spot..she has forgotten her hand still wrapped within his cloak...
Kasumi_Toshiyuki a voice soft and etched with pain is heard barely above the noises in the room.." I ..I saw the look in your eyes...Why cant you tell me the truth..You cant just walk out and leave me like this...Cant you see I wont rest until I know what is intended of me..why I have this mark.?.."...its alot of questions but she doesnt want him to leave her like this..not now..she searches for any small fragment of compassion

Donald_Golden the impact with her own chest has caused this tiny little fragile human harm.. he feels no remorse for his actions, for it was her own foolishness which had led to this.. as he holds her upright and watches come back from near death to a once more lucent state, his eyes wince nearly shut, his brows furrowing as his fingers begin to lessen the grip they hold over her.. he pauses in thought.. knowing that she would not understand such complex concepts which are involved within this equation..
Donald_Golden .. he ponders further.. the possible interaction of the Kousotsu to his won Guyver has lead him to the point of being unable to call to the unit.. for this he can not even make an attempt to heal her injuries.. this matters not.. his hands slip from her shoulders, allowing her to loose balance and fall back if need be...his right hand clutching the portion of the fabric in which she is tangled,
Donald_Golden as with a single intricate touch, it unravels from about her hand, the clinched fabric falling loose once more.. its frayed ends once more allowed the refuge of the wind as its temporally removed home... he shakes his head.. his eyes closing all but shut.. his brows still held furrowed as he tilts his head upwards so that his chin sits near to straight.. he doesn't seem to be looking at her now.. instead he finds himself contemplating what she should know..
Donald_Golden .. he nods to himself silently, lowering his head so that his eyes could once more view into hers... he speaks.. hi pallet breaking forth with tones of audible sound... "You are a part of him now. What he plans for you... I have already answered that question to the best of my Ability. I do not know..." he pauses now... allowing her nearly teetering form to sway about as he turns his back on her and begins to walk away.. his navy cloak swaying behind him..
Donald_Golden .. the hood draped behind him, still playing about atop the fabric of the cape like portion of the cloak... the frayed ends dancing about on the tavern floor.. he makes a slow pace for the door this time, not even taking a step as he speaks to her yet again.. his still wielded eyes speaking through slant, peering out with utmost peripheral visions as he speaks.. "There are greater worries that trouble me now child."

Kasumi_Toshiyuki once more the silence falls..how must they seem to the others that squeeze past his large frame to exit the building..the sight must be strange indeed as they stand close enough to touch..to feel the others presence and heat , smell the unique scent upon every breath they inhale..her eyes shimmering with unshed tears...she isnt weak , far from it but this single moment she can hardly breath for the fear he will reject her once more..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki its only now she realizes he has touched her feeling the pressure ease from her shoulders ..he alone had held her steady till she found the strength to stand alone...she grip lessened she doesnt stagger or sway..watching and waiting as he goes about untangling her hand so it comes free..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki she cradles it gently against her chest..its bruised and sore , jarred badly it aches as though sprained..eyes never leaving his face watching the curious flickering of thought that she can see dance over his features..she wishes he would just tell her what is happening..he must have some idea what will happen..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki then his words come..unfeeling..uncaring..unable to speak as her world shatters around her..watching him leave..eyes blinking slowly as two single tears swell over her lashes to cascade down each pale plump cheek..she no longer chases him..letting him leaving and hangin on to the moment ...

Donald_Golden a being of over three million years of age does not care for such emotional displays by naive children of the advents.. rather this is a disgusting display of the weakness of their most promising creations.. how pathetic that they fear for their own self's with such remorse that they would shed tear over it.. he was once like this.. once caring, once considerate, once human.. no more, times change a man, he is no exemption to the rule.. her injured hand held closely to her bosom...
Donald_Golden the tiny tears pooling within her eyes, yet to be shed.. he sees this all.. yet cares not.. he has told her all he knows, and all she needs to know.. he will take his leave now.. no longer seeing a reason for remaining within this tavern, even though his last attempt failed, it should not happen this time.. he meanders forward.. his cloak swaying sorrowful behind him, showing a longing for emotion that even he can not display..
Donald_Golden .. perhaps he is not better then them, perhaps all his losses of emotion and compassion have changed him from the one that which is great within humanity, love... it matters not to him... he has overcome these flaws... his broad shoulders wave within the heavens.. his eyes fixed on the doorway.. he presses it open with an extended right hand, the cloak draping about his wrist.. its frayed ends waving in the air as he exits, stepping down onto the perch of the next step...
Donald_Golden ... he turns lightly, his eyes open wide now to the dark of night, though still fixated on the small fragile female.. "May you find your answers." with that he turns and walks out of the tavern.. the door swaying remorsefully behind him, till it is shut... he bunches his shoulders together, stepping down into the snow filled reservoir of the outside world.. his boots nearly covered to the laces, and quickly sinking..
Donald_Golden .. his eyes dance upward, peering into the heavens, as his fingers grasp atop the fabric of the cloak, pulling it inward and bunching it tightly about him.. his left hand reaching up from the outer edges behind the neck line, tugging the hood over his head.. it falls covering his eyes, and leaving the point of his noise exposed, along with his tattered lips,
Donald_Golden and etched jaw line.. he steps forward, holding his cloak taught at the portion which covers the sternum.. his feet pad through the snow.. leaving tracks within its barren reaches.. they span the length of the frosted meadow, and disappear into the woods.

Kasumi_Toshiyuki watching his retreating back..eyes never leaving it till the closing of the door leaves her alone once more..she doesnt care what he thinks of her..in two days her entire world has been turned upside down...angrily she wipes away the droplets with a brisk brush of the back of her hand..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki a slow glance about her she realizes she is being stared at by a group of people sitting at a nearby table..giving them nothing but a scowl her hands once more find sanctuary in the confines of her sleeves..jerking her head away she lifting her chin a notch and resuming her path to the same door Donald had exited earlier..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki her shuffling gait has returns and her step quickens..she wants out of here , she needs to find Akito...what will she tell him?..Will he understand all this more than she..she toys with the idea of simply fleeing..not wanting to risk Akito`s life in the chance Daniel returns to finish the job...she needs time to think..
Kasumi_Toshiyuki a hand extends from her sleeves to shove open the door..entering the cool evening air..sighing as she feels its brisk touch caress her skin..Donald has gone..and yes she did search the darkness for his form but nothing...turning she heads of home..the temple and maybe Akito will be there waiting...to tell him or not that is the question..