"Yes," Nagisa said as she made a mental note of the three legendary beasts. "Before you tell us more about yourself, I would like to know who else is part of this 'Ghost Hunting Club and when can we join. The 'Geography Club seems a bit too reckless for my taste."
"There are four students in the club besides the two of us, and two of them started this month.""One of them is a longtime friend of mine named Chen. He's been in this world longer than I have, and he's the other officer," Youka takes over.
"We officially became a club when we got three members. That would be me, Chen, and a girl named Aya who was an independent monster hunter before we encountered her. The other two are newbies.""While it would be grand to have three more new members, I don't have faith in Youka to manage a club that grows so fast," said Hway.
"I think this arrangement would be better for both of us--the three of you ought to stick together and I can watch over you in secret"I still think they both are going to far just from what you told us. Making foes out of everything you dislike is stupid but treating everything as a friends is equally stupid.
Now can you tell me about the girl that rode one of the monsters here was she a monster with human form or a human leading an assuault using the monsters
"Huh?!"Youka seemed to take your solecism to heart.
"How should we know? Do you think we tried to cause this?"Hway raises an open palm.
"Let's not become enemies on the first try, shall we? I agree with the knight clad in steel. The beasts are not strictly our enemies, which is why I want to take this opportunity to observe this strange occurrence, six beasts entering the world on one night. If they really do harbor some kind of plan, and aren't simply animals minding their own business, then perhaps it would be more accurate to call this a gathering of witches. As for that girl, that's--"Miya stamps forward, with her dragon at her side, and a tooth necklace around her neck.
"A homunculus!" she says, waving around a disembodied arm pillaged from the corpse, studded with garlic sprouts.
"It's a magical construct created by taking ordinate matter and forcing it into an unnatural form. I always wanted to do this back when I was still alive!" she shouted with no twinge or caution as to who may overhear.
"I'm not sure that's how it works..." Youka sighed.
So the urge to help or destroy is simply in their nature. I suppose that makes diplomacy far simpler. "No, I can't say I have. Do the people of this land often wear masks? I have seen some people with white masks over their mouths."
"Ah, so you've noticed!" he stipulates.
"I suppose these locals are a tad more methodical about keeping me away. But I ask you good sir, what is a life's end result? If people lived forever, there'd be nothing for the bugs to eat. Don't you know that the fields would all die out without bugs? There's no shame in being a part of the cycle."Makiko shrinks back even further at the man's words about turning everything to rot. She looks closely at teh 'ninja' faces, memorizing their details for future reference. She attempts to discern what The Morrigan thinks of the old man.
Morrigan looks at him, but her expression is hard to gauge, as with most birds. Her feathers are neither ruffled nor taut, which sort of suggests to you that she is... curious about the old man? Uncertain, but at the same time unconcerned.
The many pupils residing inside Morrigan's glistening eyes don't seem to have anything to say on the matter. They migrate to and fro across the iris, tracking everything in sight at once. The mention of death does not seem to faze her, for she is a denizen of that great and unforgiving forest, after all.
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