;; Kuroha glided down the alleyway; blood brightly displayed on his hands which were currently hidden under his sleeves. Today was quite fun and enjoyable; but the fun wasn’t over quite yet. --No, it had only just b e g u n. For he had murdered someone. Now, this wasn’t any murder; no, this was planned, and played out to cause strife and pain in his next victim, who happened to be very close to this, “Chrom”. He was so excited over this matter that his evil grin widened; maniacal laughter escaping as he turned to the female’s location..
;---{ “It’s great to make your acquaintance.” }
;; He said in a seductive tone, eyes glaring at the woman; giving an uneasy aura as he ran his hand against the brick wall beside him. There was a bulky sack hanging from his other hand, blood beginning to seep through and onto the dirt floor beneath them. The snake chuckles deeply as he brought the sack in front of him, opening it and reaching in with his other hand; pulling out the decapitated head of his last victim, Chrom by his hair.
;---{ “He was quite the fighter, but it seems he couldn’t withstand my blows. I suppose I played a bit too rough; It makes such a lovely ornament though, don’t you think?” }
;; He immediately threw it her way, the hunk of flesh rolling in front of her feet. Black voids g a z e d in her direction, watching closely as he paced to the side; keeping his current distance. Patiently he awaited her reaction, yes, their reactions always fueled his enjoyment. But he wouldn’t let them figure that out, n o, that’d ruin the fun.
Battle Theme: Tell Me Where It HurtsBattle intro: “Such a pity, deciding to end your life so quickly. At least it’ll be fun.”Victory: “Well would you look at that, it seems I played a bit.. too rough.”Defeat: “…NO….This can’t b-be happening?! You-You’ll pay!”Assist: “I’d keep a keen eye if I was you.”Taunt: “ Do you really think that can hit me?”Reacting to Taunt: “I’d watch your tongue if I were you. We’d hate to see it ripped from your possession now would we?”Tie: “….You better come prepared, I won’t be ending like this next time.”Perfect Victory: “Such a grotesque ending, how delightful.”
You know that battle meme thing, I can’t find the post, but I want to do it here. So! Send me “BATTLE!”, and I’ll fill out the following for you if I was going against you;
Since a lot of you in this group are newer and probably don’t know me from before, I thought I’d make this mun post real quick.
I’m Hinata, but most people call me Hina (I’m Chai Mod!)♥ I used to rp this killer a couple months ago here, but sadly my laptop decided to break on me so I was removed from inactivity. I just started using a temporary laptop, so I’m back and ready for action when I can (cause I’m job hunting; woohoo!). I’m a nerd and I like League of Legend, World of Warcraft and Skyrim! There’s not much to know about me really, so that’s all.
If you’d like to roleplay with Kuroha, feel free to message me here. If you’d liketo contact me via skye or personal, my skye is kagarishuusei and my tumblr is psycho-pass ! (Please let me know you’re from koi!)
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♔ - Their childhood
♕ - Their teen years
♖ - Their first friend
♗ - Their first relationship
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♙ - Their first sexual experience
♚ - Their first experience with death
♛ - Marriage and Wedding Ceremonies
♜ - Having children and Parenthood
♝- Growing Old
♞ - Death
Lissa looked up in surprise as Owain spoke, the expected lecture not appearing. In fact, all he seemed to do was gently tease her, causing her to make a face at him. “You’re one to talk, mister! You spend half your time in that fantasy world of yours!”
“Back in my time you were a light shining so brightly that people felt motivation and bliss merely in your presence.“
“….O-owain…are you saying….that I was…like Emm?” Surely she was misunderstanding him, but the mere thought of being like her beloved older sister, of being as strong as and as wonderful as her made tears rise to her eyes. Sniffling, she wiped her eyes and nodded at her son. If that was the case, she had no business crying and acting helpless. It was time to live up to the woman she would be! “Alright, alright. Like Chrom needs another excuse to–”
She was cut off abruptly as the sound of clapping suddenly reaching their ears. Whirling around, Lissa felt her blood run cold as she beheld a boy around their age with a manic looking grin on his face and a knife in his hands. Oh blessed Naga…why?
“Now… let’s have some fun, shall we?”
“I don’t think so!” Lissa stood before Owain, raising her staff in front of her, ready to defend them both. Weapon or no weapon, she wasn’t about to let whoever this freak was hurt the most important person in her life. She’d died for Owain once in another world, she’d done again with no qualms if she had to.
A chill ran down his spine with a dull sense of foreboding the moment an erratic clapping broke the crushing silence. Pale skin, creepy yellow eyes – this person carried an appearance not much unlike the Risen he had fought for his entire life. Maybe it was the countless of battles experienced, but Owain could immediately discern this person’s blood lust and manage to react to it… alas, not before Lissa had already readied her staff.
Gaze narrowing at the intruder, Owain let a hand rest on his mother’s make-believe weapon, lowering it. The most she could do with a contraption like that was bonk someone over the head. This was exactly why he had worried about her not carrying a proper weapon.
Stepping forward he drew his trusted blade, the sound of metal against sheath filling the quiet town. Despite how dramatic he usually was in his descriptions of his own heroic endeavours, Owain was surprisingly serious in actual battle. He loathed it. He loathed the fight and he loathed having to harm another living being, but he wouldn’t hesitate to do it if it was out of necessity.
Pointing the tip towards the intruder in an experienced stance leaving no holes in neither defense nor offense, Owain prepared to strike at the smallest of misplaced movements from the stranger. Every single thing about him sent a shiver down the blonde boy’s spine and told him that this was no time for his usual theatrics.
“Who are you and what business do you have with us?“ he demanded, sword not wavering for even a second. “Depending on your answer, I may have to take action accordingly. You have been warned.“ Frankly he was unnerved by the whole sittuation; a foreign city, a person reeking of killing intention, his mother behind him that he wished to protect at any cost – he couldn’t allow the stranger to come past him if that truly was his intentions. But it was okay; Owain was ready to strike if necessary. History wasn’t going to play itself out the same way. Not this time.
;; He stared on with amusement in his eyes, a snicker of a laugh escaping his smirked lips. To think they actually believed they could defeat him? Or hurt him for that matter?- H a h, how wrong they were. But why kill them right away when he could l a g it on and make them feel even more useless? Now that’s where the true fun came in.
;; Yellow eyes glanced upon the silver blade, watching the light reflect off it’s surface and onto the surroundings. He playfully stood there, ideas running through that maniacal mind of his; overly acting by tapping his chin.
“Depending on your answer, I may have to take action accordingly. You have been warned.“
;; “Oh, is that so? I feel so scared.” He replied in a mocking tone. And just like that he moved with inhuman speed, snapping up his mother and appearing right where he stood before; while holding a knife up to her neck. “And....what were you warning me of? Hm?”
;; He laughed as he pressed the knife closer, expecting her to make some sort of noise while being careful not to hurt her seriously; cause he didn’t plan to hurt her now...no...he had a better idea for her; l a t e r.
The emotions that filled him upon hearing how careless the other blonde was, were in no way anger, nor were they disappointment. They were genuine worry and bitter memories. Sure there was a huge difference between this time and his own – even further was there if you counted this realm seperately – but once you had seen certain scenes it was hard not to worry.
It had been his fault. For being inattentive, for not being strong enough, for having to be protected.
Never again.
A sigh left him as the theatrics came to a halt and he let a hand rest on his mother’s head. “What am I going to do with you? Always off in your own world!” followed the hypocritical statement along with a snicker. In the city of Koi itself, Owain would probably have been able to set it aside and not be as insisting, but with the bizzare nature of this place, he didn’t want to leave anything to circumstances and chances.
“I guess we have little choice but to look for something you can use for self-defence for the time being. If anything happens until then, I promise I shall defend you with my very life. So don’t be so down okay? Back in my time you were a light shining so brightly that people felt motivation and bliss merely in your presence. To see my mother like this feels weird… Beside, you are wrong, mother. I could not possibly deserve any better than what I have got. You and father are the heroes I’ve always wanted to be like, so how blessed am I not to be able to call you my parents? Come now. Raise your head. Uncle Chrom would scold you if he saw you like this.”
;; Pale, cold fingers stayed pressed against his psychotic smirk; listening in on the conversation between mother and son. Such a lovely speech too, so compassionate, so loving. The heart-warming moments of being reunited, and with no bad endings in sight...or so they thought. I mean- who would want to leave them with a happy ending? Definitely not him, where’s the f u n in that?
;; Kuroha stepped out from the corner, hands applauding the speech as his head titled to it’s side. “Such a lovely speech, it’d be a pity if it all came to an end so... q u i c k l y?" A hand slipped out a knife he found previously in another house, casually handling it with pride. Not like he’d have to use it anyway, but it seemed more interesting to spoke some fear. “Now... let’s have some fun, shall we?”
Of course, Nanashi had the most interesting luck when it came to wandering streets. Back home it had been him approaching people but it seemed that in Koi the roles were reversed and he didn’t mind one bit. The chance to help someone made him excited and feel like he was doing something good.
As he hurried after the man, there were a few stray instances where he would catch the number 4 around the man, but it was so dark he figured that whatever light there was was just playing tricks on him. The boy slowed a bit the farther they went, starting to doubt what he had been told. But if someone really was hurt…
{ Such a pity, that such an innocent boy boy would die for the purpose of Kuroha proving himself? Oh well, life was life. Now he knew dragging for too long would cause doubt, and so he halted in his movements and faced him. Hand already being in his pocket, he began to speak. }
“We’re here.”
{ He turned to Black, then to the boy; without hesitation he grabbed the pipe; whipping forward towards the boy with intense speed. Projective being the boy’s chest. He had backup, but figured this would do it.}
;; Pale skin, creepy yellow eyes and a psychotic smirk. Was this guy even trying to hide his bloodlust at all? Such simpletons never really bore much use to him as they were usually taking action before thinking things through. But why not entertain himself for a bit.
;; 「Scoundrel or not, you certainly seem like a person to avoid on the streets. What a shame that now that I’m here, such a weak image won’t be getting you very far. Tell me, can you actually do anything but merely look scary?」
{ What a pity, to think someone like him was around, even going as far as dissing the other? To even think he needed proof; oh well, more fun for him. }
With psychotic smirk he snickered, “If you say so.” Without further due, he turned on his heel towards the open streets; picking someone randomly to lur to their location. “I don’t wish to be much trouble, but I someone is hurt and I can’t move them by myself. Could you help me?” He faked a convincing smile, as he pretended to rush to the scene. Unknown to the stranger, he had picked up a sharp pipe which was hidden away in his clothing.
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