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Paint me in trust; I'll be your best friend ◇1》
[ The haze of death still clings to the Grove when he is first sighted. Long black hair that tapers into a pale blue at the ends. The only difference for those who recognize him perhaps, would be that he is older, along with the outfit he wears. Black with teal mist-like patterns as opposed to the uniform anyone else would be accustomed to seeing.

The young man will meet the eyes of someone and quickly start walking towards the forest. Not trying to outpace so much as lead, and he is certainly not stopping to talk.

Past the brush, the scent of blood is thick, an iron tang lingering where it has no place being. There's been no violence, after all. No horrible creature attacks or mental torture, just ghosts. And this one takes his place kneeling beside a boy who seems to barely be hanging on. A large pool of blood is spread out beneath him, the most obvious culprit being the gaping wound in his shoulder that looked hastily bandaged. Whatever he'd been doing before, he'd taken quite the beating.

The man locks eyes once more and disappears into the green mist, leaving you with the struggling boy and your thoughts. ]

Call me the one; this night just can't end ◇2》
[ Considering his relatively short time in the corps, Muichiro is startlingly used to waking up in unfamiliar places. It didn't take a lot of guesswork to figure out he'd ended up in the clinic one way or another. Even if there were another place for him, it was better for him to be here until he was stable. The Butterfly Mansion worked on more or less the same logic...

But he knew those people. He could trust them. And while he senses no malice or ill will on anyone here, after having just been assisting a battle against Upper One down a hand and a lower body that miraculously reformed? He's a bit wary to say the least.

... and as such he's being a bit of a disobediant patient. Muichiro isn't in a bed at all right now, he's walking around the little village, movements a little stilted from favoring his wounds. ]

I'm so human; we're just human ◇3》
[ This situation as a whole is surreal, Muichiro decides, but it's kind of nice, too. Days of quiet observation have returned... not a whole lot. Some people here look very odd, but that's evidently normal. People largely help each other out when needed as evidenced by how many have fussed over his state, and... he hasn't really seen or sensed any demons apart from one quite glaring outlier.

But there haven't been any attacks. He's honestly a little anxious, not that it would show on his face. Attending this party was another attempt at relaxing. Sort of like how fooling around with the trainees had helped him relax. That moment seems so distant now.

Muichiro hasn't eaten a thing, but he has just soundly thrashed someone at Uno after learning how to play. ]

It's really not that hard. I'm not sure what everyone's so upset over.

Wildcard ◇4》
[ you know the drill. ]

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tempurahair

[Kyojuro is making his way to the tavern for a bite to eat when that strange, familiar face appears at the corner of his eye. He swiftly turns from his path, expecting him to disappear as so many other phantoms in this place have. When he finds his eyes locked with Muichiro Tokito, albeit different, he cannot help but stare for a long moment. Thus far, the spirits he's encountered have been tied to those already in this place. After all, there had to have been a reason that she -

But he pushes those thoughts from his head the second the other man bursts into motion. Kyojuro follows, movements swift. He recalls, back when he had still been a hashira, that Muichiro had been on the slower end, but he was also young. It's hard to say how time has impacted him.]

Tokito! Slow down! You needn't run in this place!

[Whether he slows down or not, he remains on Muichiro's heels when the smell of blood hits his nose. At that point, he moves past the other man, sprinting until he finds the source. Only then does the presence of the elder soul — who disappears just as he turns to ask questions — make even a modicum of sense. There are still questions, of course, but they will have to wait.]

Young Tokito, wake up! [The most noticeable wound is bound, but only just. As his hands settle upon the young man's good shoulder to give it a ginger shake, his eyes scan the rest of his form for additional wounds.]

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infinitemist

[ Kyojuro might notice a funny little detail in that Muichiro's clothes have a clean horizontal slice right through his abdomen that's absolutely caked in blood. He's in one piece, but moving him too much appears to cause him pain. His hand is in a similar state, with bloodied bandages tied around one wrist, and his sword tied to the other.

The call of his name does somewhat rouse him, though. Enough to crack an eye open. ]

Ren.. goku..?

[ Ah, he's definitely dead then. He seems to ease in the elder Hashira's arms which may or may not be a good thing. ]

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tempurahair

[The cuts of his clothing and the arrangement of bandages are all noted, each with more concern than the last. He recalls his own wounds, the way they had healed over but only just, and finds himself wondering what happened back home. Surely, for wounds this vicious, something terrible had to have happened.

He pushes the thought to the back of his mind. Even at his young age, Tokito had been a formidable foe. There was simply no way he had met his end out there.]

Stay with me, my friend! There is a clinic not far from here. [A clinic that he will have to be carried to. It's a troubling realization, considering just how pained he seems to be from simple touches. Nevertheless, it will have to be done.] I am going to lift you now. It may hurt, but I promise I would not do it if not necessary.

Are you ready, then?