06-14-2017, 01:51 PM
It was the sudden burst of motion that stirred Takezo from what he would call a lazy mood. His first reaction was a look of surprise as Dust reveals to be tall as a mountain. The second reaction was to follow. He dropped his chopsticks onto his plate and leaped clean out of his seat. A hand rested upon the grip of his katana.
The moment they burst out of the door, into the hallway, Takezo finally feels it. The sensation that he had missed before washed over him with proximity and lifted every little hair on the back of his neck. He had not felt such a sensation in a long time. Even when his father took his sword onto Takezo, he did not feel fear. This... was refreshing.
The swordsman could not help it. His lips curled into a smile - that smile grew to a grin. The Prime laughed. It was not harsh, like before, it was as jubilant as a child on Christmas. The hand upon his sword tightened, and the tension in his arm screamed his urge to unleash it. The Swordsman itched to cut down a man that could command such fear in those around him.
Takezo may have missed the introduction of Gildart's name, but that fat Secondary had given him the name of the strongest prime. If this was not the strongest, then he could not fathom what would be. As Abyss scrambled away, Takezo steps forward, his eyes capturing the man's apperance, his nose the man's smell. He wanted to challenge him, no doubt, before or after the climax of this game.
He was enraptured by the idea of forced fear. Now THIS was sorcery of the best kind! He wondered what Abyss' face had been like under the effect of such a presence? The fear she had shown when he simply glared at her had been absolute, but this...
Gildarts. Takezo glared with an expression of eager anticipation. He still laughed. To Dust, the behemoth of a man beside him, he spoke; "I've never been terrified before. The sensation is absolutely invigorating. I almost want to draw my sword now..." He took a deep breath through his nose and it was clear the urge was strong. This man loved to fight, and even though slaying Abyss would have been fun, the idea of a challenge against Gildarts was far more exciting.
Takezo could die. Hell, he was very likely to die. But that did not make it any less of a goal. Here, from what he understood, he was immortal. Gildarts was immortal. He could hunt this man if he felt like it. Or he might even be able to train with this man.
For now though, Takezo turned away. "Come, Dust. We should prepare ourselves for the hunt. We three voices should concoct a plan before time is up."
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The moment they burst out of the door, into the hallway, Takezo finally feels it. The sensation that he had missed before washed over him with proximity and lifted every little hair on the back of his neck. He had not felt such a sensation in a long time. Even when his father took his sword onto Takezo, he did not feel fear. This... was refreshing.
The swordsman could not help it. His lips curled into a smile - that smile grew to a grin. The Prime laughed. It was not harsh, like before, it was as jubilant as a child on Christmas. The hand upon his sword tightened, and the tension in his arm screamed his urge to unleash it. The Swordsman itched to cut down a man that could command such fear in those around him.
Takezo may have missed the introduction of Gildart's name, but that fat Secondary had given him the name of the strongest prime. If this was not the strongest, then he could not fathom what would be. As Abyss scrambled away, Takezo steps forward, his eyes capturing the man's apperance, his nose the man's smell. He wanted to challenge him, no doubt, before or after the climax of this game.
He was enraptured by the idea of forced fear. Now THIS was sorcery of the best kind! He wondered what Abyss' face had been like under the effect of such a presence? The fear she had shown when he simply glared at her had been absolute, but this...
Gildarts. Takezo glared with an expression of eager anticipation. He still laughed. To Dust, the behemoth of a man beside him, he spoke; "I've never been terrified before. The sensation is absolutely invigorating. I almost want to draw my sword now..." He took a deep breath through his nose and it was clear the urge was strong. This man loved to fight, and even though slaying Abyss would have been fun, the idea of a challenge against Gildarts was far more exciting.
Takezo could die. Hell, he was very likely to die. But that did not make it any less of a goal. Here, from what he understood, he was immortal. Gildarts was immortal. He could hunt this man if he felt like it. Or he might even be able to train with this man.
For now though, Takezo turned away. "Come, Dust. We should prepare ourselves for the hunt. We three voices should concoct a plan before time is up."