06-24-2017, 07:15 PM
“And I’m Gildarts Clive,” the man said with a deep, compelling voice. The crash wizard was nothing if not mostly respectable and polite. “This is Illidan. And you are?”
“Hokori,” the newcomer stated, it was a japanese name, “But you can call me Dust. It’s usually easier.”
“So are you here to try and kill us?” Illidan spoke his mind. Gildarts respected that, as long as no blazes of fire were flung, at least, before their time.
“Well…” Dust hesitated. Not quite out of fear, perhaps he was just being cautious considering the two-verses-one position he’d been put in. Along the collar of his neck there was an imprint of black lines, it could’ve been a number. Or a short name. Hard to tell between the strands of dark hair and at the curved angle it had been printed on.
“No.” The lycan finally concluded, as though his mind were made up now. In fact, the shimmering glint of opportunity shone in his eyes. “I was curious. And if you were going to smite me, I think you’d already have done it.”
It was a faint challenge layered with gusto. Respectable enough, but he had an impression to make. Illidan seethed, his glimmering eyes glowed through his blindfold, the dark elf’s muscles tensed with an aura of anger, however it was difficult to discern from the expression on his face.
This seemed to be the shirtless Prime club. Most of Gildarts’ ivory ties had been torn from the battle, or stained first crimson, then the blood had faded to an ugly chocolate colored stain. Other than his completely tattered cape he’d lost in his first battle, he never wore a shirt. Illidan didn’t either, which Gildarts never fully realized nor appreciated. Now however there was a third shirtless stranger and things could get pretty weird pretty quick. Gildarts kept Husky protectively close, but it didn’t seem like the stranger was after the chainsaw which hung idly in the hand by his side.
“Well then, the feeling is mutual,” Gildarts surmised, pretending to forget Illidan but doing so with grace, “More or less.” The smell of fresh lumber filled their noses and the silence between them. “Say, did you see anything that looked kind of human but distinctly not human scamper by?”
“Hokori,” the newcomer stated, it was a japanese name, “But you can call me Dust. It’s usually easier.”
“So are you here to try and kill us?” Illidan spoke his mind. Gildarts respected that, as long as no blazes of fire were flung, at least, before their time.
“Well…” Dust hesitated. Not quite out of fear, perhaps he was just being cautious considering the two-verses-one position he’d been put in. Along the collar of his neck there was an imprint of black lines, it could’ve been a number. Or a short name. Hard to tell between the strands of dark hair and at the curved angle it had been printed on.
“No.” The lycan finally concluded, as though his mind were made up now. In fact, the shimmering glint of opportunity shone in his eyes. “I was curious. And if you were going to smite me, I think you’d already have done it.”
It was a faint challenge layered with gusto. Respectable enough, but he had an impression to make. Illidan seethed, his glimmering eyes glowed through his blindfold, the dark elf’s muscles tensed with an aura of anger, however it was difficult to discern from the expression on his face.
This seemed to be the shirtless Prime club. Most of Gildarts’ ivory ties had been torn from the battle, or stained first crimson, then the blood had faded to an ugly chocolate colored stain. Other than his completely tattered cape he’d lost in his first battle, he never wore a shirt. Illidan didn’t either, which Gildarts never fully realized nor appreciated. Now however there was a third shirtless stranger and things could get pretty weird pretty quick. Gildarts kept Husky protectively close, but it didn’t seem like the stranger was after the chainsaw which hung idly in the hand by his side.
“Well then, the feeling is mutual,” Gildarts surmised, pretending to forget Illidan but doing so with grace, “More or less.” The smell of fresh lumber filled their noses and the silence between them. “Say, did you see anything that looked kind of human but distinctly not human scamper by?”
Quote:Gillidan Moving to SHB to avoid a potential altercation with Dust (neutral)
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