[ Hanako is quiet on the roof, as opposed to most other times, silent in the darkness under the canopy of stars overhead. He likes the school even more when it's at night, when all the students go home and the building is dark and peaceful, abandoned save for himself and whoever else like perching up on high places. He's absorbed in the stars above, to the point that he wouldn't hear anybody who approaches.
Unless they come up going "Meow meowmeow meow meow meow~" maybe. ]
[Nighttime is primetime for certain people in certain professions, and Hans is certainly no exception!
For once, you won't hear him meowing in the distance -- nor even approaching -- either by force of habit or by way of mischief he prowls under cover of darkness with nary a sound, not even a swish despite the impracticality of his outfit. Maybe one of the abilities that come with fantasy bullshit is fantasy bullshit stealth.
All that is to say, Hanako may not spot his companion until something dark blots out some stars, and then it's the flashing white of the Cheshire grin that he opts to show.]
Quite a fine night for stargazin', meow. They changed up the whole sky, too, while they were at it.
[ He blinks fast when the stars disappear, immediately assuming the worst and having to quickly sweep that thought from his mind. ]
You can tell?
[ As in, you can also tell? because it's something Hanako made a note of almost immediately, trying to find some comfort in the familiar and finding that even the stars have been changed on him ]
'Course. There ain't many things much better than lookin' up at a sky that's nothin' but stars in a little town out in the meowntains or the fields somewhere.
[The Cheshire grin spreads wider momentarily at his exclamation before curving in a friendlier way, the shadow creeping closer until it resolves itself into a caped not-quite-crusader wandering between the stars.
Hans perches himself comfortably next to wherever Hanako is -- looks like he's even brought a bite to snack on, something crunchy and handy that muffles his words.]
There ain't a set of stars in the sky I don't call by some name. [though he is not saying he goes with the conventional names] There ain't enough of 'em down here in the city anyway.
[It's pretty easy to find Hans -- he's not gone far, after all, is just outside the stadium ensconced in one of the trees. He's watching passersby with a beady and curious eye, seemingly here to take note of and observe both the heroes and the civilians filing out of the execution all at once.
It's a morbid sort of people-watching, but he seems pleased enough with it.
That said, Hanako gets a wave and a grin.]
Come to think of it, I got somethin' of yours. Ya didn't seem the type to miss it that much, though.
[Is this like, a regular kitchen knife, just out of curiosity.]
[ It sure is just a regular kitchen knife, one of billions that can be found around the city. It looks brand new, blade a perfect mirror to catch the sun and flash it in Hanako's eyes. It's for the better, because he'd been looking a little dazed, also waiting for everybody else to empty the stadium. ]
Oh, that's where it went.
[ He wouldn't have missed it, but he holds his hand out for it anyways ]
Nyahaha, ya don't pay much attention to where yer sharp things go sometimes, eh?
[Hans gives him a nod and then tosses the knife down -- it hits the ground point-first, because tree-related knife safety!!! Or something.
You're too short for him to do this hand-off otherwise--]
I ain't exactly the barrier guy back home, but things like this get taken down one o' three ways. [putting up a finger with each:] Ya break the barrier, but that'd need a whole lot meowre than just a knife or a body or two; or ya go for whatever's makin' the barrier and break it. That's the barrier hieroform or the barrier meowster.
[I planted a tree outside the stadium for the aesthetic.
Hanako how many pockets do you have: the real investigation for the next few weeks. Hans doesn't seem especially interested in where he's secreting his knife, though, lazing on his branch.]
What, ya had barrier powers or somethin' else? Seems like they did some kinda switcheroo with all these powers comin' in.
[Or at least that seems to be the idea??? He sort of got that idea somewhere in all the trialing and people complaining.]
That was three: breakin' the barrier, the thing the barrier's power goes in, or the person makin' it. If they stick with the same thing, there'll be a slip-up sooner or later. Just gotta keep our eyes peeled.
[ Hans' real superhero power is growing convenient trees ]
...Something like that.
[ Not at all, actually, but he's seen many different types of barriers, and usually goes for the person creating them to bring the barrier down. Not really a choice here, though. ]
The barrier was around just the stage, wasn't it? But they'll just move it somewhere else if it's destroyed. What if we hide here before the barrier is set up?
[ They could potentially see how it's done, see who's doing it, already be inside the barrier itself... and then AMBUSH!! ]
[jail! 😸 honestly that's the vibe here, Hans looks pretty nyanchalant about this]
Well, ain't like anybody's tried all that hard, have they?
Meant what I said, though. Don't matter who it is, tomorrow we're goin' to give 'em a good show. And I'm goin' to do a proper kill, since this city wants one so meowch.
[ He has to agree with that: of the past two executions he's watched, the "villains" just sort of ... accepted the situation. He can't understand that. So Hans saying otherwise seems to cheer him up a little. ]
...good. That's how it should be. After all, you didn't do it.
I don't know too much about assassins, though. From how I understand it, assassins kill a target they're assigned. Swift and quiet. Tomorrow's a whole different playing field.
[ so he can't help but feel a little... don't make him say it. ]
Ya don't get to be an assassin an' live as long as I've done just 'cause yer quiet and fast.
[Some of that bloodlust is back in Hans' face, flashing through his eyes. Hard to say whether it fits his vibe better or whether it just goes with the cat themes.
Yeah, he's not playing around when he says he's 100% going for the kill tomorrow.]
I've been on the front lines same as anything. Who knows why, but that's what the Saint an' her underlings wanted outta me.
[He is indeed in his twenties but the average lifespan in his world depending on your walk of life is probably like. Hm. Especially nowadays.
There's a grin, Cheshire-like, bloodlust still in it.]
Meow, guess that's what you'd call it. There was somethin' about the end of the world an' we gotta kill the Demon God, but before that we gotta kill all the fiends in between. [he says this so casually but I guess the end of the world is happening in this backstory, yay] I'm just around to kill some fiends an' get some money back home. Ain't got a clue why they wanted me fer the job.
[ Ehh... the end of the world was imminent in Hanako's case too, but he had a more direct role in its coming. He's going to imagine Hans being on the opposite side, the one that wants to stop it. ]
I mean... if it's preventing the end of the world, I figured anybody's help would be welcome?
[How many of us have worldendception on our bingo cards around here by now. Probably more than three. ☆ Eh, one side or the other, it's all gonna go kaboom--]
Nyahahaha! Ya ain't wrong, but they were out there passin' over crazy powerful candidates left an' right, so I'm thinkin' the Saint an' everybody she had around was just senile.
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w0, monday
Unless they come up going "Meow meowmeow meow meow meow~" maybe. ]
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For once, you won't hear him meowing in the distance -- nor even approaching -- either by force of habit or by way of mischief he prowls under cover of darkness with nary a sound, not even a swish despite the impracticality of his outfit. Maybe one of the abilities that come with fantasy bullshit is fantasy bullshit stealth.
All that is to say, Hanako may not spot his companion until something dark blots out some stars, and then it's the flashing white of the Cheshire grin that he opts to show.]
Quite a fine night for stargazin', meow. They changed up the whole sky, too, while they were at it.
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[ He blinks fast when the stars disappear, immediately assuming the worst and having to quickly sweep that thought from his mind. ]
You can tell?
[ As in, you can also tell? because it's something Hanako made a note of almost immediately, trying to find some comfort in the familiar and finding that even the stars have been changed on him ]
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[The Cheshire grin spreads wider momentarily at his exclamation before curving in a friendlier way, the shadow creeping closer until it resolves itself into a caped not-quite-crusader wandering between the stars.
Hans perches himself comfortably next to wherever Hanako is -- looks like he's even brought a bite to snack on, something crunchy and handy that muffles his words.]
There ain't a set of stars in the sky I don't call by some name. [though he is not saying he goes with the conventional names] There ain't enough of 'em down here in the city anyway.
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There are billions and trillions of stars in the universe, and more are being discovered all the time. These aren't my stars...
[ not the ones he knows and loves. but anyways, what's hans eating... will he share ]
w0, sunday
he wants his knife back ]
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It's a morbid sort of people-watching, but he seems pleased enough with it.
That said, Hanako gets a wave and a grin.]
Come to think of it, I got somethin' of yours. Ya didn't seem the type to miss it that much, though.
[Is this like, a regular kitchen knife, just out of curiosity.]
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Oh, that's where it went.
[ He wouldn't have missed it, but he holds his hand out for it anyways ]
It didn't even make a dent, did it?
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[Hans gives him a nod and then tosses the knife down -- it hits the ground point-first, because tree-related knife safety!!! Or something.
You're too short for him to do this hand-off otherwise--]
I ain't exactly the barrier guy back home, but things like this get taken down one o' three ways. [putting up a finger with each:] Ya break the barrier, but that'd need a whole lot meowre than just a knife or a body or two; or ya go for whatever's makin' the barrier and break it. That's the barrier hieroform or the barrier meowster.
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Hanako picks up the knife, though, shakes the dirt off of it and returns it to what looks like a hidden pocket inside his uniform. ]
I would've been able to take it down before... [ pouting... he hates having all his power stripped away ]
And if I knew who was making the barrier, I would have gotten rid of them. So what's number three?
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Hanako how many pockets do you have: the real investigation for the next few weeks. Hans doesn't seem especially interested in where he's secreting his knife, though, lazing on his branch.]
What, ya had barrier powers or somethin' else? Seems like they did some kinda switcheroo with all these powers comin' in.
[Or at least that seems to be the idea??? He sort of got that idea somewhere in all the trialing and people complaining.]
That was three: breakin' the barrier, the thing the barrier's power goes in, or the person makin' it. If they stick with the same thing, there'll be a slip-up sooner or later. Just gotta keep our eyes peeled.
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...Something like that.
[ Not at all, actually, but he's seen many different types of barriers, and usually goes for the person creating them to bring the barrier down. Not really a choice here, though. ]
The barrier was around just the stage, wasn't it? But they'll just move it somewhere else if it's destroyed. What if we hide here before the barrier is set up?
[ They could potentially see how it's done, see who's doing it, already be inside the barrier itself... and then AMBUSH!! ]
w2, saturday
...what are you thinking for tomorrow? Can you win?
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Well, ain't like anybody's tried all that hard, have they?
Meant what I said, though. Don't matter who it is, tomorrow we're goin' to give 'em a good show. And I'm goin' to do a proper kill, since this city wants one so meowch.
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...good. That's how it should be. After all, you didn't do it.
[ right? ]
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[Right?? Who knows?
This is just how Hans is, and he doesn't seem particularly bothered to protest his innocence in the face of any doubts.
He's said his piece, after all, and the next step is up to the blood gods. ☆]
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I didn't forget.
[ ... ]
I don't know too much about assassins, though. From how I understand it, assassins kill a target they're assigned. Swift and quiet. Tomorrow's a whole different playing field.
[ so he can't help but feel a little... don't make him say it. ]
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[Some of that bloodlust is back in Hans' face, flashing through his eyes. Hard to say whether it fits his vibe better or whether it just goes with the cat themes.
Yeah, he's not playing around when he says he's 100% going for the kill tomorrow.]
I've been on the front lines same as anything. Who knows why, but that's what the Saint an' her underlings wanted outta me.
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Front lines, like in a war? Did you join because you wanted to...?
[ because he likes killing? because he's good at it? because he had no other choice but to become good at it? ]
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There's a grin, Cheshire-like, bloodlust still in it.]
Meow, guess that's what you'd call it. There was somethin' about the end of the world an' we gotta kill the Demon God, but before that we gotta kill all the fiends in between. [he says this so casually but I guess the end of the world is happening in this backstory, yay] I'm just around to kill some fiends an' get some money back home. Ain't got a clue why they wanted me fer the job.
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I mean... if it's preventing the end of the world, I figured anybody's help would be welcome?
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Nyahahaha! Ya ain't wrong, but they were out there passin' over crazy powerful candidates left an' right, so I'm thinkin' the Saint an' everybody she had around was just senile.