"Someone unwilling to comply to the norms is always a danger." Nakahiro agreed bleakly. "And I'm afraid I have to agree with you about being... Violent. It worries me. I tried to teach her otherwise, but at the end of the day..." he shrugged, looking somewhere up, "I'm neither a teacher, nor a psychologist - in the slightest." He was worried about what would become of Isana would she not cool down, but...<br/><br/>"I just don't want her to end up killed like my sister." he admitted in a silent voice in the end. "That's why I will stay with her, no matter what happens."<br/><br/>Even if what Isana did was wrong, he'd still try to help her get back onto the right path. One can't judge a person by their mistakes... And he believed that she wasn't bad on the inside. He'd be there if Isana needed him...<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>"I'll be waiting for you to get there." Shinobu exclaimed confidently, clenching her fist in front of her chest. She checked if the gun was placed safely where it should be, without any dangers of either dropping it, or it firing without her consent. Launching herself forwards, she propelled forth towards the building that was pointed out to her, meaning to get there as soon as possible. Her heavy boots thudded on the wet grounds, unwavering steps beating the ground just like the whips of the rain, when she, all of a sudden, found herself trapped.<br/><br/>She turned around rapidly, by instinct pulling the riffle out, to aim on any sort of movement that would as little as flash in her viewpoint. But only found herself aiming at Colla and Yumi instead... There was something wrong about this. Not right, not right, not right... They shouldn't be aiming at her. But her target was there, the target, the precious target she was aiming for!<br/>"Get down! Yumi, Colla, cover!" she screamed. And without waiting for anyone to execute that, she opened fire, a bullet of a large caliber making its way straight at what was before her so clearly - the ghoul.<br/><br/>She was raised and trained to do this. A gun in her hand was like a water that flows around a shark, it was natural at her, it was her true strength to combine a hawk's vision with extreme precision and exterminate anything in her way, mercilessly and in cold blood shoot down any violator of peace and tranquility. They'd all go down like tin soldiers on a fence against an airgun.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>"I would've thought eight centuries of life would teach me something..." Taru shook his head in mirth, stepping forwards to extend an arm forwards and jokingly, only softly pinching Kiyoko in the cheek. "Guess you ain't stupid either." he winked at her, withdrawing once more. Truth be told, he didn't enjoy hunting the usual way - it took too much time to dispose of the corpse, especially taking into amount how small his residence (or a den stinking like cigarettes and cheap perfume, to be more accurate) was.<br/><br/>"Me and Rosalie can't do much in sunlight... I'll go wherever the hell's booze and an invitation to enter." he shrugged at her inquiry, narrowing his eyes as his gaze sled to Rosalie. He was now rather close to her... Not even half a meter of distance between them... Putting one hand on her lowed back by some sort of strange instinct, he kept eyeing her hungrily.<br/>The hand sled lower.<br/><br/>Taru's smile widened.