09-08-2017, 11:26 PM
Kuzuru rubbed his temples and groaned. Just what was this sappy shit? Still, Miranda’s moment of intimate vulnerability was oddly comforting. He did not shirk the coat, but instead wore it as one would a cloak; that was to say he pulled the coat around his body, but did not put his arms through the sleeves. Kuzuru shifted beneath the weighted garment, redistributing the weight as comfortably as he could. While weighted training gear was far from foreign to the demon it still surprised him that the girl would carry such a thing for as long as she did. Then again warriors were a strange sort and their rituals were as varied and colorful as a chameleon’s skin.
The demon’s ruby eyes flicked over to the towering dragon-like being that stood before them. An arrogant and unashamed butcher, looking for cooperation and then gloating about the slaughter of millions. Kuzuru smirked, brazen was an adjective he liked in a person. In his mind people often spent too much time hiding their true nature behind morals and ethics, and so when offered a cool drink of sociopathy the demon drank as deep as he could. Or, well, he would have were it not for the wailing misbegotten souls clawing at his innards. After all, that kind of thing tends to put a damper on one’s appetite.
“Well, you’re free to join us, name’s Kuzuru, aka numero uno headhunter this side of the Underverse” Kuzuru said, taking his time to make sure his voice didn’t crack, “though, Mr. uhh, Shenron, you caught me at a bad time, maybe once this is all settled we can chit-chat, maybe have some nice lemon meringue or something.”
Before Shenron could respond another wave of glass hail buffeted them. The three instinctively covered themselves and ran ahead. Eventually they escaped the treacherous hail, but found themselves deeper in the lava pits. Thin spiderweb strands of rock spread across the molten landscape, offering paths to those foolhardy enough to take them. Gouts of magma occasionally spewed forth from the pools of lava and splattered the pathways with pyroclastic spackle. Diminutive creatures seemingly made of fire crawled out of the pools to lap up any spilled lava and, having gorged themselves on fire, retreated back into the fiery lakes.
Kuzuru frowned.
The demon’s ruby eyes flicked over to the towering dragon-like being that stood before them. An arrogant and unashamed butcher, looking for cooperation and then gloating about the slaughter of millions. Kuzuru smirked, brazen was an adjective he liked in a person. In his mind people often spent too much time hiding their true nature behind morals and ethics, and so when offered a cool drink of sociopathy the demon drank as deep as he could. Or, well, he would have were it not for the wailing misbegotten souls clawing at his innards. After all, that kind of thing tends to put a damper on one’s appetite.
“Well, you’re free to join us, name’s Kuzuru, aka numero uno headhunter this side of the Underverse” Kuzuru said, taking his time to make sure his voice didn’t crack, “though, Mr. uhh, Shenron, you caught me at a bad time, maybe once this is all settled we can chit-chat, maybe have some nice lemon meringue or something.”
Before Shenron could respond another wave of glass hail buffeted them. The three instinctively covered themselves and ran ahead. Eventually they escaped the treacherous hail, but found themselves deeper in the lava pits. Thin spiderweb strands of rock spread across the molten landscape, offering paths to those foolhardy enough to take them. Gouts of magma occasionally spewed forth from the pools of lava and splattered the pathways with pyroclastic spackle. Diminutive creatures seemingly made of fire crawled out of the pools to lap up any spilled lava and, having gorged themselves on fire, retreated back into the fiery lakes.
Kuzuru frowned.
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