11-13-2014, 11:51 PM
Heading south, finding that this negative space was circular, not squared off like a normal building. And here at the southwest corner he found a beautiful gate with trees crossing over like a large triangular entrance. He wondered if the beaches there were of the naked ladies playing volley ball kind or the stranded men who talk to volley balls kind. He didn't know if these gates were a one way in, no way out deal and he wasn't going to let his tanto do all the thinking and get him stuck with a bunch of men. Pass!
Southmost was a gate of snow and ice. That meant cold. That meant freezing. That meant sticky, slushy, wet snow. Pass, pass, pass.
The next gate resembled the one of shoddy stone work, only this one was overrun with vines. It seemed almost acceptable. The right amount of intrigue and mystery. The promise of fun times ahead and possibly treasures to steal or people to amass an army. But like Goldilocks this one just wasn't right. He had no idea how long he had been wandering this great white expanse, but he had long given up the hopping game and just walked from one gate to the next.
The stone work of the east gate was magnificently done! Beautiful work! Very well crafted. Oh and by the way? Yoshimitsu had no idea about mason work or what would be well worked or not. “Shiki Soku Zeku...” Without further hesitation, Yoshimitsu strut his fancy ass through the gate and found himself in a whole new world.
Whether he knew it or not, Yoshimitsu was drawn to this gate because the katana guided his path. The man, as all the men were, were fools. Playing games and getting distracted. He needed direction. And the blade sensed where the direction should be. It needed power. It needed blood. It needed a source to draw from and while it didn't know specifics...this new land felt like the right step toward the goal. That goal being the return home, taking out the soul and power of this host and pass on to the next. And if it can take the blood of evil ones in the process then so be it. At this point, even the innocent weren't safe. The whole balance was destroyed and anyone standing in its path of correcting the issue would be mowed down.
Southmost was a gate of snow and ice. That meant cold. That meant freezing. That meant sticky, slushy, wet snow. Pass, pass, pass.
The next gate resembled the one of shoddy stone work, only this one was overrun with vines. It seemed almost acceptable. The right amount of intrigue and mystery. The promise of fun times ahead and possibly treasures to steal or people to amass an army. But like Goldilocks this one just wasn't right. He had no idea how long he had been wandering this great white expanse, but he had long given up the hopping game and just walked from one gate to the next.
The stone work of the east gate was magnificently done! Beautiful work! Very well crafted. Oh and by the way? Yoshimitsu had no idea about mason work or what would be well worked or not. “Shiki Soku Zeku...” Without further hesitation, Yoshimitsu strut his fancy ass through the gate and found himself in a whole new world.
Whether he knew it or not, Yoshimitsu was drawn to this gate because the katana guided his path. The man, as all the men were, were fools. Playing games and getting distracted. He needed direction. And the blade sensed where the direction should be. It needed power. It needed blood. It needed a source to draw from and while it didn't know specifics...this new land felt like the right step toward the goal. That goal being the return home, taking out the soul and power of this host and pass on to the next. And if it can take the blood of evil ones in the process then so be it. At this point, even the innocent weren't safe. The whole balance was destroyed and anyone standing in its path of correcting the issue would be mowed down.