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[HiMERU holds his hand out for Tsukasa to pass the bag over, so that he can look at it too. ... He's seen these before.]

These are from one of the cafes in town...

[Not one he's frequented personally, but a passing recommendation from Kaname, who he's seen eating them.

There's considerable foot traffic here at the church, or at least there was before; since it served as their crossing, tens of them would pass back and forth daily, but it's noticeably dropped what with the further destruction of the church itself and the disheartening lay of the land, not to mention the worsening weather. That is to say, there would be even fewer people this could've belonged to.]

If we're looking for witnesses this far out, it may be worth visiting the cafe and asking who's purchased these in the last few days.

Do you believe they would remember?

[ He passes them over for hiMERU to take, moving a little further back from the area around the void. It doesn't seem like there is anything else of interest, here, and considering how fast things are falling into its depths, he isn't really content on lingering too long, either.]

I have been to a couple of the cafes in town. If the owners are still around... at the very least, I believe I have a good rapport with them.

[ just as tsukasa steps back, though, there's a glint of... something silver by the side of the church, more visible as the wind moves the grass around.

and if tsukasa doesn't notice it, HiMERU certainly might -- regardless, it's going to be something familiar to them both, if they dare to move closer to the ever encroaching void. it hasn't hit the glint yet, but in a day's time it might.

will they brave it? ]

... Suou. Over there.

[There's a lot to be said about anyone or anything being found still this close to the void. But what's it going to do, bite him? He's taken it on by the horns before and lived to tell the tale. Even for Tsukasa, this isn't his first rodeo with the bottomless black.

Also... HiMERU has a brain. There are trees still by this church, burned to near a crisp and several felled by the by the upturned earth, but that makes it all the easier to sift through the debris and find a sizable stick. He barely so much as tosses a glance over his shoulder at the other before following the source.

Not every set piece is a clue, and not every shimmer is a star — sometimes it is just a flashlight — but they will reach for most anything if they can take it at this point, determined as they are to find some kind of trace of the gone girl.

So, when he circles the crooked side of the church and sharpens the eyes for that glint, HiMERU uses his stick (just a few bad nights away from becoming charcoal) to pinpoint the reflected light, and carefully drag it away from the void and towards their side of safety.]

[ it takes a few tries, but eventually successful in his efforts HiMERU can see that it is a higher quality kitchen knife on the smaller side, not unlike one owned by a chef proper over something a housewife might use...

... with some sort of dark crimson flaking off it as it runs agaisnt the ground. it isn't a lot, more of a line against the blade rather than coating it like it would if it stabbed someone, but it is very much there.

the knife faintly smells of blood. ]

Hmm...?

[ He turns back, and he cannot help the little bit of apprehension he feels as HiMERU begins fishing for an object. Drawing near again, his hand hovers around him, in case he should lose his footing or need a quick pull.

He frowns as the object-- a knife, as it turns out, is dragged nearer them, eyes squinting as the older idol gathers it up.]

. . . Is that blood?

[ . . . It isn't covered. It certainly doesn't feel like some sort of crime has taken place here.

. . . At least outwardly. Though he can't help but be reminded of the knife that was buried in the center of Crow's chest. ]

Perhaps someone was donating blood to the void?

[A soft snort, not entirely free of disdain.] And who would do that?

[A hypothetical question, of course. Not him. Definitely not Tsukasa. Certainly not any other desperate and miserable rocks-for-brains saps to be found around here.

HiMERU holds the blade to the light, frowning at the threads of dried blood. Perhaps the blade is a romantic choice when it comes to bleeding for bleeding's sake, but it still seems like an inelegant solution to him overall.]

The make of this is too professional, meaning it likely didn't come from a home kitchen. Pilfered or brought from a commercial kitchen. Either a restaurant, then, or...

[A side-glance at Tsukasa. He doesn't have to spell it out, right?]

[ He cannot comment. He did tend to believe he kept his own forays rather private, but considering how his cousin had always followed him before, previous to their argument... well, he isn't as secretive as he would like.

Still, all of this...

... ]

People are desperate right now.

[ Quietly spoken. ]

. . . And I cannot say I blame.

[HiMERU only smiles thinly between a glance at Tsukasa and back to the direction of the all-consuming void, growing larger even as they speak...

Yes, people are desperate. But their desperation hasn't been enough. Perhaps Matoba was right... They never would be, either.

HiMERU withdraws a handkerchief from his pocket to wrap the blade in, tying it carefully.]

Why don't we take a moment to inquire the local businesses if any of their kitchens are missing a knife, lately?

Perhaps the same place this little snack came from?

[ He wishes he could recall which one sold these. He's visited most of the businesses here, he believes, but he doesn't know if this is sold between them all or exclusive to one. ]

At the very least I can lead the way. I have a friendly relationship with most of the cafe owners. Ib-san and I visited a few. And in fact, we helped out a little at a couple of them in exchange for eating there.

[ It had felt only right, despite how most insisted it was fine. ]

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