06-11-2017, 10:33 PM
Takezo was resting with his forehead on the side of the table as Dust introduced him. Deep, calming breaths made it look as if he had just finished a hard workout. In truth, it felt like it. He leans back up, clearing his throat and taking a good look at the changing situation. The little party of childish warriors had vacated the area and instead he was met with two new faces. Almost immediately he noticed the pointed ears. They were unusually sharp for a human. The woman next to him looked to be nothing more than human - more so than that golden-robed man and... perhaps a bit more than this man with a beast's grin.
"Takezo," he replied shortly. With a last, deep breath, it would seem the fit had passed. "Just Takezo. I don't care much for titles, except for one." The faintest smirk curled his lip, but he did not say which title he strove for. "Sit. Be civil while we can." He took up a glass of water, by far the cleanest he's ever tasted. "It's always fun to meet true warriors... See who can meet your eye, when you know moments from now one will be killed by the other." That was a switch. The laughter had faded, but the humor remained. This type of humor was dark though, almost sadistic. Even as he said this, his gaze flicks from the eyes of the three here. Would they all meet his gaze? Takezo's eyes were those of a demon. Cold, uncaring and damn near murderous. His eyes were still laughing. Dante's Abyss may not require killing this year, but it was clear that Takezo was not playing this as a game of tag.
As the swordsman sipped at his water, his opposite hand took up his chopsticks once again. With the dark thoughts he had tredged up, many with weak stomachs would lose their appetite, but he stacked sweet and sour chicken, grilled leek and a Brussels sprout in quite the impressive tower. The more surprising part was he managed to pick up the tower with the utensils and fit said tower into his maw. He ate like an animal. Energy for tomorrow. Perhaps he did not expect to eat during the competition? Those who met his eyes might see it, that glimmer of knowing. This was not the first hunt the Swordsman has been on.
"Takezo," he replied shortly. With a last, deep breath, it would seem the fit had passed. "Just Takezo. I don't care much for titles, except for one." The faintest smirk curled his lip, but he did not say which title he strove for. "Sit. Be civil while we can." He took up a glass of water, by far the cleanest he's ever tasted. "It's always fun to meet true warriors... See who can meet your eye, when you know moments from now one will be killed by the other." That was a switch. The laughter had faded, but the humor remained. This type of humor was dark though, almost sadistic. Even as he said this, his gaze flicks from the eyes of the three here. Would they all meet his gaze? Takezo's eyes were those of a demon. Cold, uncaring and damn near murderous. His eyes were still laughing. Dante's Abyss may not require killing this year, but it was clear that Takezo was not playing this as a game of tag.
As the swordsman sipped at his water, his opposite hand took up his chopsticks once again. With the dark thoughts he had tredged up, many with weak stomachs would lose their appetite, but he stacked sweet and sour chicken, grilled leek and a Brussels sprout in quite the impressive tower. The more surprising part was he managed to pick up the tower with the utensils and fit said tower into his maw. He ate like an animal. Energy for tomorrow. Perhaps he did not expect to eat during the competition? Those who met his eyes might see it, that glimmer of knowing. This was not the first hunt the Swordsman has been on.