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towerofanimus2012-05-23 01:23 pm
redbelltolls) wrote in towerofanimus2012-05-23 01:23 pm
Hope you don't mind the smell of gunpowder (and rage).
Characters: Magoichi, Mitsunari, and anyone who wants to run across them.
Setting: Hallway of Dormitory, Level 02.
Format: Action.
Summary: Two samurai have a reintroduction in the hall. Please don't mind the weapon waving. It's how everyone in Sengoku Era Japan says 'hello.' Note: Answers will come from both Magoichi and Mitsunari.
[ What one is likely to notice first, early enough to drive some late sleepers from their rest, is the sound of yelling. It mostly comes in the form of a male voice, harsh and angry, but at times a woman's booms out against it like cannon fire.
If words alone were not enough to garner attention, the resounding clang that comes from metal hitting metal is startling enough to rouse the dead.
Two newcomers, one a small woman with hair like fire, the other a man as slender as his sword, are at odds in the hallway. The woman uses her gun to block what would have surely been a killing blow from the gleaming katana in the man's hand.
The gaze between them is unbreakable in its intensity as their voices become low growls.
It is a long time before they step apart, but at least when they do they seem mollified enough to be approached.
Approach? Y/N/Ignore Crazy People in Hall ]
Setting: Hallway of Dormitory, Level 02.
Format: Action.
Summary: Two samurai have a reintroduction in the hall. Please don't mind the weapon waving. It's how everyone in Sengoku Era Japan says 'hello.' Note: Answers will come from both Magoichi and Mitsunari.
[ What one is likely to notice first, early enough to drive some late sleepers from their rest, is the sound of yelling. It mostly comes in the form of a male voice, harsh and angry, but at times a woman's booms out against it like cannon fire.
If words alone were not enough to garner attention, the resounding clang that comes from metal hitting metal is startling enough to rouse the dead.
Two newcomers, one a small woman with hair like fire, the other a man as slender as his sword, are at odds in the hallway. The woman uses her gun to block what would have surely been a killing blow from the gleaming katana in the man's hand.
The gaze between them is unbreakable in its intensity as their voices become low growls.
It is a long time before they step apart, but at least when they do they seem mollified enough to be approached.
Approach? Y/N/Ignore Crazy People in Hall ]
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[ Not that Link believes their world is dead or they're saved SO... ]