[Kanda's never going to start a conversation first I am so sorry in advance
But he can be found, so that's something!! He's probably just quietly sitting by the water with his arms crossed, a sheathed sword resting by his side. There's also a number in the low thousands on his upper arm, showing through the sleeve of his coat. Woah]
[a poignant magic number on his body, is this infinity train]
Oh hey, Kanda.
[She's done her profile snooping, sorry. Camille draws closer with her arms crossed, just not too close. No visible writing yet, either on her skin or beaming through her clothes. Looks like her dirty little secrets are taking a nap for the moment.]
[She can't say what she thinks either, except that some are tall and all are a bit silly.]
I can't take them seriously myself. Makes me wonder if they're not more pawns in the scheme. [Don't mind her, she's inviting herself to a seat nearby.] Are you also locked out of your "powers"?
[He would correct her about them being demons but he doesn't care that much so he doesn't bother]
That's pointless when they could just keep us asleep or torture us. [So he's inclined to believe that they're not pawns, though he wouldn't necessarily be surprised if they got caught right away. And, to answer her:]
[Camille is staring down the bootbarrier, sat opposite at the Pyre. Sleep is evasive tonight and a man was murdered in her sleeping quarters, another in the church. There'd been a cartoon chase through three other locales too. So why bother? Nowhere was safe and nothing was sacred.
She startles at a sudden silhouette to the side. Then settles, recognizing that hair.]
[Honestly, the only reason Kanda leaves the area is to swap watch duty with Lavi; otherwise, he's here with his sword in hand, close enough that he'd be able to dart forward and engage should Boothill bust out.]
Probably none, but she doesn't give any particular shits about it. She'll brood where she pleases, and there's the ghosts of dead men all over this town.]
How would you take him on, with your powers out? Swing your sword and hope for the best?
[It's said with sincerity at least. By all rights he's just as defenceless as the rest of them.]
[Fortunately(?), Kanda just ignores her sarcasm--but he also doesn't seem bothered by her hanging out here, at least for now. He most definitely isn't the type to fuss over a stranger.]
He's not an Akuma. I don't need them.
[Especially because, against all odds, he does actually know how to work with other fighters, and there are a few around that he thinks would haul ass if they heard a commotion.]
You'd need something with a boost. He's metal and he's got mouth guns.
[Lord save her from this godforsaken reality.
Still, the kid's dead set on it. What else is she supposed to do? Spank him and tell him go home to mama? Camille shifts in her seat, bringing her legs up for a closer huddle.]
How'd you get into this business anyway? Were you born to it?
[He ignores her first comment like a rude asshole, because he is one... but look, this is far from the first time someone has tried to tell him what he may or may not be capable of. And ultimately, it doesn't matter to him; he isn't the sort to try and justify himself.
Besides--it's not about being chivalrous, or even battle-hungry. There is a threat, and it must be dealt with before it kills more people, whether Kanda is at full strength or at death's door. There's no bravery there, just necessity.
The second question, though, makes him huff. It might be a laugh? Hard to say, with him. An ink lotus blossoms through his hand cover.]
...Most exorcists don't have a choice. When you synchronize with a piece of Innocence, it's yours. From then on, you fight for the Church until you die, or you get killed when Akuma come looking for it.
[Since he glanced at her, he'll see the text, but he doesn't acknowledge it in any way. Thanks Kanda.]
Most people aren't. [So that's fair tbh. He isn't going to preach at her. But imagine how funny it would be if he did.] But it's that or letting the world end.
[The real answer is that he's barely known any kind of life outside of this, so it's kind of an impossible thing to imagine--you can't really un-learn about the potential harbinger of the apocalypse and all.]
["Pixi what does affection week look like for Kanda will he be nice and openly chatty now" no but it means he won't just walk away in the middle of a conversation so I'm taking it as a win
ANYWAY HELLO CAMILLE Kanda is on the island for inexplicable reasons. he's still boringly in his regular clothes... wow, Victorian. He's at the ranch! He is sitting with Dani the dog, just quietly petting her for now. Animals are better than people. Come pet the dog Camille!!!]
[Her eyes go to his hands. His posture. Stiff, unbending. Too young to believe anything different.]
There's professions that work that way where I come from, too. They get you young, raise you up, monopolize your time. Bend your body and fold your mind into whatever shapes are needed. And then when your youth is gone, so is your job. It's a pretty big hole to fill, in the long years after.
[Probably why so many Olympians go back to coach. What else is there?]
[The way I googled when the modern Olympics were founded and it's 1896 apparently which is roughly around the era of DGM. Incredible.
Anyway Kanda is like "what are you even talking about" but he doesn't say that]
The war's been going on for thousands of years. It probably won't stop anytime soon. The Earl can make hundreds of Akuma in one go, if he wants.
[Sure, there are things happening that seem major, but every generation probably thinks that. Chances are high that he'll die in the line of duty, and--well. The best he can hope for is to be left alone afterward.]
[Local man extremely popular against his will, doesn't know what it's like to not have dogs (human and animal) constantly pawing at him for attention
But. Sure, okay. He hesitates for a minute, eyeing the cat to check its body language, then slowly extends a hand for it to sniff. Bestow ur judgment, kitty.]
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