Lord's Rest Inn

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Ichigo is curled up in the woods, sleeping on the ground with their cat. 

Scott is sitting on the roof, smoking. 

 The Houndmaster is walking through the forest with his dog, Bernard, just going around.

 They smell blood coming from beneath them, nearly so much that they can barely smell the smoke.

 Ichigo wakes up at the slightest noise, pulling out his dagger.

Scott looks around, confused. His paranoia sets it, making him think that he is the one bleeding.

 They see a man with a cleanly shaved beard and his brown dog going for a walk.

 They see an absolutely chiseled, although unnatural pale man that seems to be the source, playing DBD.

 *WELL CRAP -*

Ichigo snarls a bit if the dog gets to close to his cat.

Scott blinks, not expecting that. He puts out his cigarette, eyes never straying far.

 The Houndmaster goes back to Bernard as they bark at the cat, trying to calm him down.

 He’s just laying down and playing the game, anyone who gets close doesn’t stay for long, like he’s forcing them to leave him alone.

 Ichigo snarls "Get your ...rabid dog away from... her."

Scott lowers himself to the ground and looks over "What.. are you doing?"

 He holds Bernard back “Get your furry excuse of a rat away from my dog.”

 He looks up to them, before showing them the screen, playing himself of course, he doesn’t say anything though.

 Ichigo's aura flares again, like blue licking up his armor "You.. do not.. get to say that.. about.. her."

Scott blinks, thinking he might hallucinating again. "O-oh.."

 He pulls out his whistle and small club “And you don’t get to call Bernard a rabid dog.” He doesn’t seem afraid.

 He see this and reads his mind perfectly “You aren’t hallucinating.” He continues to play.

 "Then tell.. dog.. to stop.. snarling." He rasps. 

Scott blinks, jumping back, his eyes widening. "H-How did you know that?.."

 He goes down to Bernard and calms him down “You snarled first.”

 He picks his teeth with a claw “I’m good at reading people.” He says, before sweeping every survivor in DBD.

 "Defensive... Measure.' he states. 

"That wasn't reading someone.." he says, his nervous eyes lock on to him "I thought that and then.." he runs a hand through his hair. Maybe he really was going insane.

 “Fair enough, what’s your name?” He says, Bernard calming down.

 Without even looking back to him he says “You aren’t going insane.” He continues to play, humming to himself.

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 Felix sighs and gets him said toast, two thick slices each for Denji and Pochita. "So you aren't too hungry while I cook the rest." Felix gives Denji a gentle pat on the head before he goes back to his little workshop/kitchen.

 “Thanks.” Pochita eats the toast and so does Denji, and suddenly Felix forgets that they gave them anything to eat before cooking in their workshop/kitchen, the power of the Chainsaw Man.

 *Oh, a little fun fact that might be relevant: Felix can make food that is universally edible and satisfying to creatures that he designates. The power is called Family Dinners, and it's pretty new.*

Felix prepares plenty of food. Like, incredible amounts.

 He continues to eat it all down, Felix’s memory of the food fading the moment he eats it. The only indication of the food being the missing ingredients. *Gtg*

*hahaha. we just went on a lockdown*

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Ichigo is curled up in the woods, sleeping on the ground with their cat. 

Scott is sitting on the roof, smoking. 

 The Houndmaster is walking through the forest with his dog, Bernard, just going around.

 They smell blood coming from beneath them, nearly so much that they can barely smell the smoke.

 Ichigo wakes up at the slightest noise, pulling out his dagger.

Scott looks around, confused. His paranoia sets it, making him think that he is the one bleeding.

 They see a man with a cleanly shaved beard and his brown dog going for a walk.

 They see an absolutely chiseled, although unnatural pale man that seems to be the source, playing DBD.

 *WELL CRAP -*

Ichigo snarls a bit if the dog gets to close to his cat.

Scott blinks, not expecting that. He puts out his cigarette, eyes never straying far.

 The Houndmaster goes back to Bernard as they bark at the cat, trying to calm him down.

 He’s just laying down and playing the game, anyone who gets close doesn’t stay for long, like he’s forcing them to leave him alone.

 Ichigo snarls "Get your ...rabid dog away from... her."

Scott lowers himself to the ground and looks over "What.. are you doing?"

 He holds Bernard back “Get your furry excuse of a rat away from my dog.”

 He looks up to them, before showing them the screen, playing himself of course, he doesn’t say anything though.

 Ichigo's aura flares again, like blue licking up his armor "You.. do not.. get to say that.. about.. her."

Scott blinks, thinking he might hallucinating again. "O-oh.."

 He pulls out his whistle and small club “And you don’t get to call Bernard a rabid dog.” He doesn’t seem afraid.

 He see this and reads his mind perfectly “You aren’t hallucinating.” He continues to play.

 "Then tell.. dog.. to stop.. snarling." He rasps. 

Scott blinks, jumping back, his eyes widening. "H-How did you know that?.."

 He goes down to Bernard and calms him down “You snarled first.”

 He picks his teeth with a claw “I’m good at reading people.” He says, before sweeping every survivor in DBD.

 "Defensive... Measure.' he states. 

"That wasn't reading someone.." he says, his nervous eyes lock on to him "I thought that and then.." he runs a hand through his hair. Maybe he really was going insane.

 “Fair enough, what’s your name?” He says, Bernard calming down.

 Without even looking back to him he says “You aren’t going insane.” He continues to play, humming to himself.

 "Ichigo... The Last Body.." it mutters. 

Scott is shaking now, he steps away "How..."

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*roleplay?*

 *Sure thing dude. Who?*

*Hellion and Denji?*

 *I got you.*

 The Hellion is training with her massive halberd, slicing self made dummies into tiny pieces with brutal skill.

 Denji is also chopping things apart with brutal skill, but they aren’t dummies, and nor is it training, just a massacre of criminals.

Thirteen watches this from the porch, bored.

Riotan, attracted by the carnage, is discreetly feeding on the ambient pain.

 They cleave the dummy in half with an inward swing before sitting down, their body drenched in sweat.

 They see Denji in his devil form, covered in blood and surrounded by corpses, cackling madly as he blades rev.

Thirteen points at the dummy casually, and it repairs itself.

“Eugh. Glad he’s not in my cult.” He mutters to himself.

 The Hellion stands back up and cleaves it back in half before sitting back down.

 Denji turns his head suddenly to Riotan’s direction, continuing to cackle.

Smirking, he repairs it again.

Riotan quickly moves out of his view, not wanting any trouble.

 The Hellion roars, her muscles expanding as she swings again, cleaving it to nothing.

 Denji grabs one of the bodies and begins to eat them, absolutely tearing them apart.

Thirteen realizes yet again he probably shouldn’t mess with people.

“Tastes good, I hope?” He calls to Denji.

 She is practically swimming in her own sweat when she lays down, breathing deep, heaving as her war paint glows.

 He watches the man Denji is eating disappear, like disappear from existence as he continues to eat.

Feeling guilty, Thirteen goes over to apologize. “Uh… sorry about that. I didn’t mean to cause you undue disturbance.”

His interest now piqued, Riotan moves slightly closer, though he remains wary.

 The Hellion looks up to them, “That was fun, I haven’t had any good training dummies in a long time.” She says, getting up slowly “Thanks for that.”

 All the people Denji eats disappear, along with the memory they ever existed at all, all that remains is their blood.