06-09-2017, 08:15 PM
It was amusing, seeing the man trying to bow while sitting. When Dust stood, Takezo did the same and offered a returned, respectful bow. He even held his right hand up in a half-prayer gesture, a sign of equality. At least in his age. To offer your sword hand and bow was just good manners. "Shinmen Takezo." As his back straightened, he caught from the corner of his eye the entrance of Abyss. His lips curled into a smirk.
"There it is. It tried to remove me from the dojo." The chuckle that escaped Takezo was not too pleasant. Clearly there was some sort of sick pride there. "It ran off when I looked at it." He gestured towards Abyss, his lips curled into a malicious grin. "I hope to come across it in the game."
Abyss had met Takezo's gaze. The smirk he bore and the bloodlust in those eyes, she had painted a target on her head. She had unknowingly issued a challenge, and the swordsman accepted. The terror rose, but luckily Takezo's eyes break contact first.
He returned to his seat after the oddly formal greeting the pair had shared. Plucking his chopsticks up he expertly maneuvers a mushroom over to a piece of chicken and wraps a few noodles around it. The ultimate combination of flavor - topped with a piece of onion. "I see no weapon on you. I take it you are some sort of sorcerer? Or perhaps a very bold brawler?"
"You could say that." Dust was not going to spoil things right before the competition. He watched Takezo shovel the mountain he had created into his maw, then slurp the dangling noodles up. It almost made him question who the real animal was here. He noticed Takezo glancing over to the other table now and then. "Worried?"
"The fearful slab of uncut sashimi found body guards. I can bet they will be working together." His words by themselves said yes, but the tone and that present grin revealed the hidden meaning. He was almost bubbling with excitement, like a repugnant witch's cauldron. "It looks to be three on one. And that one with the bushy brows has the face of a wolf in sheep's clothing." He knew the type. He had shed his sheep's attire long ago, but he knew the look. "I can't wait."
"There it is. It tried to remove me from the dojo." The chuckle that escaped Takezo was not too pleasant. Clearly there was some sort of sick pride there. "It ran off when I looked at it." He gestured towards Abyss, his lips curled into a malicious grin. "I hope to come across it in the game."
Abyss had met Takezo's gaze. The smirk he bore and the bloodlust in those eyes, she had painted a target on her head. She had unknowingly issued a challenge, and the swordsman accepted. The terror rose, but luckily Takezo's eyes break contact first.
He returned to his seat after the oddly formal greeting the pair had shared. Plucking his chopsticks up he expertly maneuvers a mushroom over to a piece of chicken and wraps a few noodles around it. The ultimate combination of flavor - topped with a piece of onion. "I see no weapon on you. I take it you are some sort of sorcerer? Or perhaps a very bold brawler?"
"You could say that." Dust was not going to spoil things right before the competition. He watched Takezo shovel the mountain he had created into his maw, then slurp the dangling noodles up. It almost made him question who the real animal was here. He noticed Takezo glancing over to the other table now and then. "Worried?"
"The fearful slab of uncut sashimi found body guards. I can bet they will be working together." His words by themselves said yes, but the tone and that present grin revealed the hidden meaning. He was almost bubbling with excitement, like a repugnant witch's cauldron. "It looks to be three on one. And that one with the bushy brows has the face of a wolf in sheep's clothing." He knew the type. He had shed his sheep's attire long ago, but he knew the look. "I can't wait."