Hanging his head down, Nakahiro absent-mindedly ran his fingers along the thin lines, forming a black cross that adorned his exposed forearm. "Why... Did she leave? And... Why didn't you search for her?" he asked, his emerald eyes slowly sliding up Touka's figure. Even after he finished his question, his lips remained slightly parted. The voice was silent, more than silent, yet loud and sharp in the emptiness around.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Shaking his head in disbelief, and then smacking his hand into his face, Taru sighed. "Oh, damn, you ghouls don't hunt<span style="font-style: italic">that way</span>... F**k it, I forgot. Normally... Ya know... Just drug 'em, connect to a tube, draw blood like they do in hospital and you will never be tracked down." he shrugged. "But since you need them whole..." With his free hand, he scratched his head, absent-mindedly glancing up, "I guess we gotta stick to your plan." Not like he'd truly care.<br/><br/>Truth be told, all he wanted was to be next to<span style="font-style: italic">her</span>, admire her, stare at her, feast his eyes. Even though she was in no way like himself, to say he was attracted to her would be an insult to what he truly felt. He needed her and he wouldn't share with anyone, and would violently rip apart anyone that would ever even lay a hand on her! Tear them to pieces! In his mind, Rosalie was his personal property from the moment he saw her. Mad and twisted as that feeling was... He would never allow anyone to even get near a target of his attention.<br/><br/>He, who stood up from the ashes like a phoenix not once, but twice during the centuries of his life, he, who was a samurai, who was a knight, who was a thief and who was a killer, he, who was one that roamed the night for so long, made his claim without his will wavering. After all, a madman like himself didn't have any sanity left to think about the rationality of his choice.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Jo's complaints broke Shinobu out of her trance. She gazed at the weapon and, all of a sudden... The realization hit her. "Oh... That's a revolver. I... Forgot." Shinobu took a while to take the words in, and only then looked down at Jo from the roof, shrugging meekly. "I'm not gonna make a shot with that. Gimme something bigger, or let's go closer." she suggested, nodding her head in the direction of the Artisan's last sighting. At Yumi's orders, she bowed her head down, placing the weapon back in the case - where it belonged. "Roger that." she proclaimed through her gritted teeth, and without any issues whatsoever leaped off the roof of the car, landing on her bent legs like an acrobat, not even needing to touch the ground with her hands.<br/><br/>Why did she have to be sorted in with this old fart? She barred her teeth at the thought, her eyes narrowing, but she kept her rage as concealed as it was just possible. She was on a job! On a freaking job! If she did it right, she'd get sweets and guns... Sweets, guns and all the stuff she liked. She managed to pull something between a hellish frown and an extremely fake, pissed-off smile, revealing her teeth.<br/><br/>Crossing her arms on her chest as the rain whipped her from every side possible, she approached Jo. "Let's get going..." she suggested through her clenched teeth.