Post by Spell Craft on Jul 6, 2020 5:56:36 GMT -6
Uratsu, after taking a short break, starts off saying:
"It's simply something worth mentioning."
He then sighs, not really wanting to talk about his part, but since he had to...
"I was born to an upper class couple who could have cared less about a child, and more about status."
"They needed a child who was proper, poised, and well behaved."
Uratsu chuckles a bit, before it quickly fades.
"As all of you probably know by now, I'm none of the above."
"So they hired an assassin to kill me instead."
"But, I guess I did learn a thing of two about survival from my parents, so I'll at least give them that."
"They threw me to the streets, and I could never return to my previous home."
Uratsu gives off a small grin.
"As for payback, however, I managed to steal my father's precious handgun and it's ammunition."
"Turns out some assassins turn tail and run if a gun is pointed at them."
"Not that I even got to shoot it, but that gun was used as my protector before coming to the orphanage."
Now Uratsu glances to the side, a bit saddened.
"The gun doesn't have the best of memories to it."
"In fact, any weapon would be better for me, so long as it was long ranged."
"Just so I'm not forced to thing about my so called parents anymore."
"But that doesn't change the fact that..."
Uratsu turns to the group, a little grim.
"My handgun went missing."
"Someone took it. And if it's not found around one of the deceased, then that means...""Someone here most likely has my handgun."
Uratsu gives a sigh of relief however.
"Not that it entirely matters, because I lost the ammunition for it many years ago."
"But it would be nice to know who has my gun."
"And maybe, why they might have taken it."