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When; December 17 (Five Live Drawings day!)
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Farfarello [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bloodyfarfie] & Tatsumi [thrifty_shadow]
Summary; A little talk at the fountain and some warnings with oranges is always nice...
Log;
Farfarello chuckled do himself as he made his way out of the temple and to the fountain, an amused smirk on his face while he walked. When he arrived at the fountain he looked around a little bit with a very faint smile on his face, finding he actually rather liked the place. He went to the edge of it and sat down, idly running his fingers through the water as he watched the passersby, wondering when Tatsumi would arrive. He didn't have a watch on him and wasn't sure how long it had taken him to get there.
He turned his gaze upward for a moment and moved to lay back along the fountain edge, staring up at the sky in silence and watching the birds. It was a sunny day, but it's not as though the sun would do any damage to his eye and not as though it would hurt him to look at it. Which made it easier to simply watch the clouds and birds go by as he waited. It was something he'd learned in the asylum, to just lay and watch one little thing and let time drift.
Tatsumi had been, in all honesty, sidetracked by a bargain at a fruit stand on his way to the fountain. And so, when he finally arrived at the fountain, he was carrying a small plastic bag laden with bargain-priced oranges and pears. He didn’t recognize the silver-haired man by the fountain but a part of him told him this was the one he had decided to randomly meet. With Tsuzuki gone – he thought that with a nasty twinge – he ended up with much time. Too much time in his hands. It was leading to some of the dumber choices he’d made. Like making Rosiel pluck his eyes out.
“Are you, perhaps, that young man I spoke with in the journals?” he asked quietly and was surprised at himself. He supposed he never had the presence of mind to ask him of his name. “I’m Tatsumi Seiichirou,” he introduced again and held up the plastic in his hand. “Would you like some oranges?”
Farfarello turned his head to look over at Tatsumi with a small smirk on his lips. He sat up slowly, watching the other man the whole time with his single golden eye. "Farfarello. Nice to meet you, Tatsumi." He looked over at the bag of oranges and chuckled softly, the smirk changing to an almost-smile, a more friendly look. "Sure.. I'll have an orange, since ye're offering."
The Irishman took in the sight of the brunette, practically sizing him up before relaxing just the slightest bit. The other man didn't seem hostile at all towards him, so he didn't worry too much just then.
The brunet shinigami arched an eyebrow at the silver-haired young man, and briefly wondered how anyone could be so wary of a man in a suit… carrying a bag of fruits, no less. He came closer and then spoke, in a slightly amused and sarcastic manner. “I take it you’re used to meeting dangerous men in suits?” he questioned while handing the other an orange from the plastic bag.
”I wouldn’t stay too close by those fountains, sir. I hear that while they look more pleasing than its last incarnation, the fountains are still every bit as functional as the one before.” He paused and wondered if Farfarello had been told of the fountains before. “Meaning, it can conjure nasty images.”
Farfarello shrugged just slightly and glanced toward the fountains. "I conjure more than enough nasty images in me own head, thanks. And as for the dangerous men in suits?" He turned his head to look up at Tatsumi. "Me and me team wore suits. All white. All of our employers were the suit-types. At this point, suits make me more suspicious than anything." He cocked his head to the side and grinned a bit. "'Cause ye never know what's really hiding underneath them.
There was a truth in that. Tatsumi nodded slightly and gave his glasses a slight upwards push with his fingers. “Able men do know how to dress well. It implies good planning, coordination, caution and… perhaps, good manners, sometimes.” He gave a little sigh. “Still, there isn’t much you can hide within your suits. A few pieces of paper, maybe, a few knives, a gun perhaps. It’s not so fatal.”
The one-eyed man grinned again and laughed at that. "I wasn't talking about objects, Tatsumi, I was talking about the people. Our team leader always wore a suit, was professional and obedient. And he was the coldest, cruelest hard-ass I've ever met in me life. He'd shoot his own mother in a heart-beat if it would benefit him, but ye'd never be able to tell that when ye met him."
Tatsumi smirked. “A true businessman, huh?”
He sat down beside the silver-haired man and reached for something inside his coat; a small ziplock bag containing what looked to be bread crumbs. “It’s for the birds,” he said simply as he opened it with a pop and began spraying contents on the ground. He made a mental note of the odd stick-like figures running amock the city and wondered if it was a curse really or if Watari had somehow found a way to terrorize the city. Not that he could be here, but still, it was a possibility. They had better not come close to them.
“Tell me about work. I get a feeling we may have dealt with your kind.”
He chuckled softly and watched Tatsumi fee the birds with his one eye, easily ignoring the stick-figures and that running around the city. Being insane had prepared him well for living here; seeing things that shouldn't be there and ignoring them was a lesson he'd learned early on. "What would ye like to know, other than the fact that we're all capable of preternatural powers. My team consisted of a precog, a telepath, a telekinetic and meself. Our telekinetic was the most flashy, most likely the kind ye'd deal with. Crushing someone's bones in their body without so much as touching them and the like. Our telepath could sometimes overload someone's brain with his power and make it..pretty well explode though.."
“I don’t know, really. You’re not from my world so it should matter little… but,” Tatsumi stopped and stare at the distance. “Humor me, I have very little else to do. Oh and, I don’t think I’ve asked for your name. How forgetful of me.”
Farf laughed at that and raised an eyebrow, "Ye're definitely forgetful. I did tell ye my 'name'. Farfarello. It's what I go by at least." He reached for an orange that had been offered earlier with a grin, pulling a small blade out from where he kept it near the small of his back and peeling it. "There's not too much really to tell about work per se.. Four-man team of people with supernatural abilities.. Worked out of an organization called Esset.. Sent literally around the world for work.. Last job was working for a politician in Japan as 'bodyguards'...and more of course." He shrugged a little bit. "It'd probably be better if ye asked questions truly." He popped a slice from the orange in his mouth.
Tatsumi hmm’ed. “Perhaps, you believe in life after death?”
Farfarello sent a dark look at the shinigami, "Funny. After our little..discussion, ye're gonna ask me about that now? Aye, I believe in it to a degree.."
“Just thought of it as a fitting conversation starter, Farfarello-san,” Tatsumi said simply with a slight grin. “Do you ever have regrets?”
The silver-haired man wrinkled his nose slightly. "Drop the 'san'. Please. I hate formalities like that." He then paused to think about the other's question for a moment before responding. "..I have one yes... After that one I just...started doing whatever I wanted, so I'd have no more regrets." Well, that is, once he got out of the asylum afterward..
“Do you know that if you have such strong regrets, you won’t die?” He turned and gave Farfarello a look. “Of course, not straight away. And I’m afraid you’d have to deal with my formalities. You can say, I’m a stiff person.”
"Damn. I hate them." He shrugged a little then and chuckled as he leaned back a little bit. "Hm, there's an interesting thought. Not sure if I buy it though." He ate another piece of the orange and started to idly toss the knive in the air, catching it easily in his palm.
Tatsumi smirked. “Should you be playing with knives like that, young man? You might accidentally cut yourself in your wrist and where would you be?”
He chuckled darkly and then picked an orange from his plastic bag too before beginning to manually peel it.
He laughed a little, "I'd be right here beside ye still." He caught the knife again and, looking over at Tatsumi, pressed the knive into his wrist deeply, drawing the knife down his arm. Like anyone would expect it bled copiously, but Farfarello didn't so much as flinch at it. The blood stopped after a minute or two and, when Farfarello wiped the blood off with his other hand, it revealed completely healed skin, unmarred by so much as a scar.
Tatsumi noted the display of powers with a controlled expression. He snorted and laughed to himself. He murmured, “Demon blood, huh?”
“That must be a damning ability,” he noted after a while, remembering Tsuzuki. “How many times have you wanted to kill yourself, Farfarello-san?”
Farfarello smirked a little bit. "I'd wanted to for a time...hasn't been an issue for a long time. I make up for it by killing plenty of others with my abilities instead." He used the fountain water to wash the blood fromm his arm and his knife, then slipped the knife back where it was kept at his back.
“How lucky of you to have little problem with your inhuman abilities,” Tatsumi noted. “If you were from my world, we’d have definitely crossed paths. If not me, then one of my colleagues.”
Farfarello chuckled softly, "Really? Because we usually managed to keep away from people like that. Our boss's brother was the chief of police." And Takatori Reiji's polar opposite who sent assassins after the politician to kill him. But that was a long, complicated story anyway. "And I wouldn't all my abilities..inhuman so much as...a rare..mutation I suppose. I'm most definitely human."
“I doubt it’s just a rare mutation,” Tatsumi said matter-of-factly. “And who said I worked for the local police? We’re something of a higher branch.”
"I never said that.. Shuuichi usually kept anyone from noticing that there was anything unusual about the bodies to begin with. Altered reports and that." Farfarello went back to eating his orange as he relaxed a ltitle bit there. "And what makes ye think it's not a rare genetic mutation?"
“It’s too good to be a rare genetic mutation. There has to be a designer, at least, for it to yield such perfect results.”
Farfarello laughed a little. "Perhaps, I don' tknow. Got it from me father's side methinks. Sure as hell wasn't me mother's side, she died too easy for that. I remember her mentioning how me father was a 'gift' or 'gifted' or some such shit." He shrugged, apparently not really caring.
He turned to Tatsumi and lifted an eyebrow though with a smirk. "Truthfully though, I'm not the only one with something like this. It's called Biokinesis."
“Or a fast cell regeneration rate, far beyond normal human’s.” Tatsumi once again remembered Tsuzuki and spoke in a slightly wistful tone, “Some people would kill to unlock the secrets of your power and to use it for their own means. I wonder if you ever came across those.”
That made the Irishman grin, and it was anything but a pleasant look as he glanced over at his companion. "Aye. I worked for them. That's what Esset i did /i . Thankfully, what with me being insane and all, they thought my inability to feel pain was from a chemical imbalance or some such shit. I didn't give them a chance to see the regeneration; i that /i I can control." He fingered the scar crossing over his nose almost thoughtfully. He'd let some things heal almost normally so that Esset never suspected enough to make him a lab rat.
“Yet some people don’t have that luxury. I must say; you were fortunate.” Tatsumi, having peeled the orange whole, popped a piece into his mouth. “Do you have any from your world here? Or are you alone?”
"Far as I know, I'm alone. And I do hope it stays that way really.. Some people from my world will simply cause trouble for me. I don't feel like dealing with that just now.
“This city is good for that. I have a colleague from my world in here, but we don’t get along very well. Thinks too highly of himself and much too selfishly. And then, we have two of our enemies here, and a someone caught in between… It’s not so bad.”
Farfarello nodded a little bit and chuckled, "Aye, but remember, I'm the insane bad guy assassin. I'd really rather avoid most people from my world.." He grinned a bit over at Tatsumi and sighed a bit, finishing the last of his orange and slumping forward a little to rest his elbows on his knees, looking off absent-mindedly.
Tatsumi chuckled darkly, reminded suddenly of a the silver-haired doctor from his world. “You aren’t so bad, Farfarello-san. I’ve seen worse.” He popped a piece of orange into his mouth, swallowed, and then added as an afterthought, “much worse.”
The one-eyed man glanced over at Tatsumi with a smirk, "Oh? Do tell.." Now he was intrigued. Though truthfully, he wasn't as bad as people sometimes believed back 'home', at least when he was 'sane' for a while.
The secretary sighed and hmm’ed, going into thought for a while. “For one, he does not think himself to be insane. He’s a doctor, you a realize. One who claims to cover many a field, possibly psychology too,” he said after a while. “He’s in this city. If you ever meet a man named Muraki Kazutaka, I strongly advice you to steer clear from him. He’s the kind who does not fear even death.”
Farfarello nodded a little bit. "A doctor, hm? I assume ye don't mean the nice kindly doctor that fixes people up then?" He cocked his head slightly to the side as he watched his companion curiously, then turned his gaze once again to the drawings still running amok around the city.
Noticing one such drawings seeming to be headed their way, he discreetly ordered the shadows to deal with it instantly, and controlled by its own shadow, the drawing began marching away towards a wall where it proceeded to smash itself repeatedly. Tatsumi smirked smugly, to himself of course. “He’s interested in finding the key to immortality, or so I would think considering the fact that he’s interested in people with inhuman regeneration rates. You don’t look it, Farfarello-san, but I’d imagine he’d be at least rather curious with your ability.”
Farfarello flinched at that, "Aye, I think I'll stay far away from him. I've heard of people with my ability at least doubling their lifespans. And I'm still the strongest I've met of us." Which was the only reason he'd survived his rather reckless life as an assassin, between Weiss and being Schwarz's "tank".
“In the end however, Farfarello-san,” Tatsumi spoke in an even tone, “you are alive, and being as such, you are susceptible to dying. Biokinetic or not, one simply has to find the switch in your brain that sends signals to your body for a speedy regeneration or… damage you with a rate that exceeds your healing factor. You had better be careful, Farfarello-san.”
Tatsumi was already thinking of ways to get around the silver-haired man’s abilities if the worst came. Yes, that was a sound calculation. If he cut the man’s head long enough, would it be able to regenerate? He doubted it. If Farfarello claimed to be as he was, he wouldn’t survive it.
"Believe me, I am aware of that. There are definitely ways to kill me.." He could think of a few off the top of his head; decapitation, any serious damage to his brain.. and he couldn't live without a heart either. "However, aside from all that... Natural death would take far longer for a biokinetic. So I'll nonetheless stay rather far from this Muraki fellow."
“That’s good to hear.” Tatsumi got up and carefully brushed the little bits of orange off his shirt. Being a strong believe of recycling and not littering, he also made sure his area was clean. He put the orange skin inside the plastic and then turned to Farfarello. “You were not planning on leaving those—“ he pointed to the orange peels “—laying about, did you? In any case, we should get some walking done. You could come with me… I’m planning on shopping today, anyway.”
He laughed a bit and picked up the orange peels. "No I don't litter actually. But I'm not all that up for shopping. I'm gonna leave ye here then, I'll see ye around Tatsumi." He grinned a little cheekily over at Tatsumi as he got up and glanced over at the other man, giving him a half-wave.
[ooc; The italics and bold disappeared. -_-;]
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Farfarello [
bloodyfarfie] & Tatsumi [thrifty_shadow]Summary; A little talk at the fountain and some warnings with oranges is always nice...
Log;
Farfarello chuckled do himself as he made his way out of the temple and to the fountain, an amused smirk on his face while he walked. When he arrived at the fountain he looked around a little bit with a very faint smile on his face, finding he actually rather liked the place. He went to the edge of it and sat down, idly running his fingers through the water as he watched the passersby, wondering when Tatsumi would arrive. He didn't have a watch on him and wasn't sure how long it had taken him to get there.
He turned his gaze upward for a moment and moved to lay back along the fountain edge, staring up at the sky in silence and watching the birds. It was a sunny day, but it's not as though the sun would do any damage to his eye and not as though it would hurt him to look at it. Which made it easier to simply watch the clouds and birds go by as he waited. It was something he'd learned in the asylum, to just lay and watch one little thing and let time drift.
Tatsumi had been, in all honesty, sidetracked by a bargain at a fruit stand on his way to the fountain. And so, when he finally arrived at the fountain, he was carrying a small plastic bag laden with bargain-priced oranges and pears. He didn’t recognize the silver-haired man by the fountain but a part of him told him this was the one he had decided to randomly meet. With Tsuzuki gone – he thought that with a nasty twinge – he ended up with much time. Too much time in his hands. It was leading to some of the dumber choices he’d made. Like making Rosiel pluck his eyes out.
“Are you, perhaps, that young man I spoke with in the journals?” he asked quietly and was surprised at himself. He supposed he never had the presence of mind to ask him of his name. “I’m Tatsumi Seiichirou,” he introduced again and held up the plastic in his hand. “Would you like some oranges?”
Farfarello turned his head to look over at Tatsumi with a small smirk on his lips. He sat up slowly, watching the other man the whole time with his single golden eye. "Farfarello. Nice to meet you, Tatsumi." He looked over at the bag of oranges and chuckled softly, the smirk changing to an almost-smile, a more friendly look. "Sure.. I'll have an orange, since ye're offering."
The Irishman took in the sight of the brunette, practically sizing him up before relaxing just the slightest bit. The other man didn't seem hostile at all towards him, so he didn't worry too much just then.
The brunet shinigami arched an eyebrow at the silver-haired young man, and briefly wondered how anyone could be so wary of a man in a suit… carrying a bag of fruits, no less. He came closer and then spoke, in a slightly amused and sarcastic manner. “I take it you’re used to meeting dangerous men in suits?” he questioned while handing the other an orange from the plastic bag.
”I wouldn’t stay too close by those fountains, sir. I hear that while they look more pleasing than its last incarnation, the fountains are still every bit as functional as the one before.” He paused and wondered if Farfarello had been told of the fountains before. “Meaning, it can conjure nasty images.”
Farfarello shrugged just slightly and glanced toward the fountains. "I conjure more than enough nasty images in me own head, thanks. And as for the dangerous men in suits?" He turned his head to look up at Tatsumi. "Me and me team wore suits. All white. All of our employers were the suit-types. At this point, suits make me more suspicious than anything." He cocked his head to the side and grinned a bit. "'Cause ye never know what's really hiding underneath them.
There was a truth in that. Tatsumi nodded slightly and gave his glasses a slight upwards push with his fingers. “Able men do know how to dress well. It implies good planning, coordination, caution and… perhaps, good manners, sometimes.” He gave a little sigh. “Still, there isn’t much you can hide within your suits. A few pieces of paper, maybe, a few knives, a gun perhaps. It’s not so fatal.”
The one-eyed man grinned again and laughed at that. "I wasn't talking about objects, Tatsumi, I was talking about the people. Our team leader always wore a suit, was professional and obedient. And he was the coldest, cruelest hard-ass I've ever met in me life. He'd shoot his own mother in a heart-beat if it would benefit him, but ye'd never be able to tell that when ye met him."
Tatsumi smirked. “A true businessman, huh?”
He sat down beside the silver-haired man and reached for something inside his coat; a small ziplock bag containing what looked to be bread crumbs. “It’s for the birds,” he said simply as he opened it with a pop and began spraying contents on the ground. He made a mental note of the odd stick-like figures running amock the city and wondered if it was a curse really or if Watari had somehow found a way to terrorize the city. Not that he could be here, but still, it was a possibility. They had better not come close to them.
“Tell me about work. I get a feeling we may have dealt with your kind.”
He chuckled softly and watched Tatsumi fee the birds with his one eye, easily ignoring the stick-figures and that running around the city. Being insane had prepared him well for living here; seeing things that shouldn't be there and ignoring them was a lesson he'd learned early on. "What would ye like to know, other than the fact that we're all capable of preternatural powers. My team consisted of a precog, a telepath, a telekinetic and meself. Our telekinetic was the most flashy, most likely the kind ye'd deal with. Crushing someone's bones in their body without so much as touching them and the like. Our telepath could sometimes overload someone's brain with his power and make it..pretty well explode though.."
“I don’t know, really. You’re not from my world so it should matter little… but,” Tatsumi stopped and stare at the distance. “Humor me, I have very little else to do. Oh and, I don’t think I’ve asked for your name. How forgetful of me.”
Farf laughed at that and raised an eyebrow, "Ye're definitely forgetful. I did tell ye my 'name'. Farfarello. It's what I go by at least." He reached for an orange that had been offered earlier with a grin, pulling a small blade out from where he kept it near the small of his back and peeling it. "There's not too much really to tell about work per se.. Four-man team of people with supernatural abilities.. Worked out of an organization called Esset.. Sent literally around the world for work.. Last job was working for a politician in Japan as 'bodyguards'...and more of course." He shrugged a little bit. "It'd probably be better if ye asked questions truly." He popped a slice from the orange in his mouth.
Tatsumi hmm’ed. “Perhaps, you believe in life after death?”
Farfarello sent a dark look at the shinigami, "Funny. After our little..discussion, ye're gonna ask me about that now? Aye, I believe in it to a degree.."
“Just thought of it as a fitting conversation starter, Farfarello-san,” Tatsumi said simply with a slight grin. “Do you ever have regrets?”
The silver-haired man wrinkled his nose slightly. "Drop the 'san'. Please. I hate formalities like that." He then paused to think about the other's question for a moment before responding. "..I have one yes... After that one I just...started doing whatever I wanted, so I'd have no more regrets." Well, that is, once he got out of the asylum afterward..
“Do you know that if you have such strong regrets, you won’t die?” He turned and gave Farfarello a look. “Of course, not straight away. And I’m afraid you’d have to deal with my formalities. You can say, I’m a stiff person.”
"Damn. I hate them." He shrugged a little then and chuckled as he leaned back a little bit. "Hm, there's an interesting thought. Not sure if I buy it though." He ate another piece of the orange and started to idly toss the knive in the air, catching it easily in his palm.
Tatsumi smirked. “Should you be playing with knives like that, young man? You might accidentally cut yourself in your wrist and where would you be?”
He chuckled darkly and then picked an orange from his plastic bag too before beginning to manually peel it.
He laughed a little, "I'd be right here beside ye still." He caught the knife again and, looking over at Tatsumi, pressed the knive into his wrist deeply, drawing the knife down his arm. Like anyone would expect it bled copiously, but Farfarello didn't so much as flinch at it. The blood stopped after a minute or two and, when Farfarello wiped the blood off with his other hand, it revealed completely healed skin, unmarred by so much as a scar.
Tatsumi noted the display of powers with a controlled expression. He snorted and laughed to himself. He murmured, “Demon blood, huh?”
“That must be a damning ability,” he noted after a while, remembering Tsuzuki. “How many times have you wanted to kill yourself, Farfarello-san?”
Farfarello smirked a little bit. "I'd wanted to for a time...hasn't been an issue for a long time. I make up for it by killing plenty of others with my abilities instead." He used the fountain water to wash the blood fromm his arm and his knife, then slipped the knife back where it was kept at his back.
“How lucky of you to have little problem with your inhuman abilities,” Tatsumi noted. “If you were from my world, we’d have definitely crossed paths. If not me, then one of my colleagues.”
Farfarello chuckled softly, "Really? Because we usually managed to keep away from people like that. Our boss's brother was the chief of police." And Takatori Reiji's polar opposite who sent assassins after the politician to kill him. But that was a long, complicated story anyway. "And I wouldn't all my abilities..inhuman so much as...a rare..mutation I suppose. I'm most definitely human."
“I doubt it’s just a rare mutation,” Tatsumi said matter-of-factly. “And who said I worked for the local police? We’re something of a higher branch.”
"I never said that.. Shuuichi usually kept anyone from noticing that there was anything unusual about the bodies to begin with. Altered reports and that." Farfarello went back to eating his orange as he relaxed a ltitle bit there. "And what makes ye think it's not a rare genetic mutation?"
“It’s too good to be a rare genetic mutation. There has to be a designer, at least, for it to yield such perfect results.”
Farfarello laughed a little. "Perhaps, I don' tknow. Got it from me father's side methinks. Sure as hell wasn't me mother's side, she died too easy for that. I remember her mentioning how me father was a 'gift' or 'gifted' or some such shit." He shrugged, apparently not really caring.
He turned to Tatsumi and lifted an eyebrow though with a smirk. "Truthfully though, I'm not the only one with something like this. It's called Biokinesis."
“Or a fast cell regeneration rate, far beyond normal human’s.” Tatsumi once again remembered Tsuzuki and spoke in a slightly wistful tone, “Some people would kill to unlock the secrets of your power and to use it for their own means. I wonder if you ever came across those.”
That made the Irishman grin, and it was anything but a pleasant look as he glanced over at his companion. "Aye. I worked for them. That's what Esset i did /i . Thankfully, what with me being insane and all, they thought my inability to feel pain was from a chemical imbalance or some such shit. I didn't give them a chance to see the regeneration; i that /i I can control." He fingered the scar crossing over his nose almost thoughtfully. He'd let some things heal almost normally so that Esset never suspected enough to make him a lab rat.
“Yet some people don’t have that luxury. I must say; you were fortunate.” Tatsumi, having peeled the orange whole, popped a piece into his mouth. “Do you have any from your world here? Or are you alone?”
"Far as I know, I'm alone. And I do hope it stays that way really.. Some people from my world will simply cause trouble for me. I don't feel like dealing with that just now.
“This city is good for that. I have a colleague from my world in here, but we don’t get along very well. Thinks too highly of himself and much too selfishly. And then, we have two of our enemies here, and a someone caught in between… It’s not so bad.”
Farfarello nodded a little bit and chuckled, "Aye, but remember, I'm the insane bad guy assassin. I'd really rather avoid most people from my world.." He grinned a bit over at Tatsumi and sighed a bit, finishing the last of his orange and slumping forward a little to rest his elbows on his knees, looking off absent-mindedly.
Tatsumi chuckled darkly, reminded suddenly of a the silver-haired doctor from his world. “You aren’t so bad, Farfarello-san. I’ve seen worse.” He popped a piece of orange into his mouth, swallowed, and then added as an afterthought, “much worse.”
The one-eyed man glanced over at Tatsumi with a smirk, "Oh? Do tell.." Now he was intrigued. Though truthfully, he wasn't as bad as people sometimes believed back 'home', at least when he was 'sane' for a while.
The secretary sighed and hmm’ed, going into thought for a while. “For one, he does not think himself to be insane. He’s a doctor, you a realize. One who claims to cover many a field, possibly psychology too,” he said after a while. “He’s in this city. If you ever meet a man named Muraki Kazutaka, I strongly advice you to steer clear from him. He’s the kind who does not fear even death.”
Farfarello nodded a little bit. "A doctor, hm? I assume ye don't mean the nice kindly doctor that fixes people up then?" He cocked his head slightly to the side as he watched his companion curiously, then turned his gaze once again to the drawings still running amok around the city.
Noticing one such drawings seeming to be headed their way, he discreetly ordered the shadows to deal with it instantly, and controlled by its own shadow, the drawing began marching away towards a wall where it proceeded to smash itself repeatedly. Tatsumi smirked smugly, to himself of course. “He’s interested in finding the key to immortality, or so I would think considering the fact that he’s interested in people with inhuman regeneration rates. You don’t look it, Farfarello-san, but I’d imagine he’d be at least rather curious with your ability.”
Farfarello flinched at that, "Aye, I think I'll stay far away from him. I've heard of people with my ability at least doubling their lifespans. And I'm still the strongest I've met of us." Which was the only reason he'd survived his rather reckless life as an assassin, between Weiss and being Schwarz's "tank".
“In the end however, Farfarello-san,” Tatsumi spoke in an even tone, “you are alive, and being as such, you are susceptible to dying. Biokinetic or not, one simply has to find the switch in your brain that sends signals to your body for a speedy regeneration or… damage you with a rate that exceeds your healing factor. You had better be careful, Farfarello-san.”
Tatsumi was already thinking of ways to get around the silver-haired man’s abilities if the worst came. Yes, that was a sound calculation. If he cut the man’s head long enough, would it be able to regenerate? He doubted it. If Farfarello claimed to be as he was, he wouldn’t survive it.
"Believe me, I am aware of that. There are definitely ways to kill me.." He could think of a few off the top of his head; decapitation, any serious damage to his brain.. and he couldn't live without a heart either. "However, aside from all that... Natural death would take far longer for a biokinetic. So I'll nonetheless stay rather far from this Muraki fellow."
“That’s good to hear.” Tatsumi got up and carefully brushed the little bits of orange off his shirt. Being a strong believe of recycling and not littering, he also made sure his area was clean. He put the orange skin inside the plastic and then turned to Farfarello. “You were not planning on leaving those—“ he pointed to the orange peels “—laying about, did you? In any case, we should get some walking done. You could come with me… I’m planning on shopping today, anyway.”
He laughed a bit and picked up the orange peels. "No I don't litter actually. But I'm not all that up for shopping. I'm gonna leave ye here then, I'll see ye around Tatsumi." He grinned a little cheekily over at Tatsumi as he got up and glanced over at the other man, giving him a half-wave.
[ooc; The italics and bold disappeared. -_-;]