pure vexation; introduction & opening
Loud noises, laughter, sobs, screams, all filled the muggy air. It was all purely irritating to the swordsman. Cursing under his breath, he stomped all around the unknown area rather aimlessly; he simply did not wish to be there, but could not figure out how to leave exactly. Tense arms shoved anyone who dared to get in his way. His fuse had officially been set off.
Dark hues darted around his current environment, trying to make sense of it all. Kanda’s deductions led him to believe that he was in some sort of shopping area perhaps? There were many stores and merchants; it was definitely crowded enough to be a shopping center. However, things seemed a tad darker to him for some reason.
While trekking, the male was able to find some dirty looking stoop to sit on. Upon sitting a loud groan left his lips. This was nothing short of a horrible nightmare. From what he could recollect, he was being used as some sort of science experiment? Being demeaned in such away only left further traces of anger within the exorcist. However, he had absolutely had it once Mugen had been replaced with some cheap wooden sword. Granted, he was skilled enough to work with such a bootleg weapon, but how dare they take away his Mugen. All he knew was that he had to get it back in its normal state soon, or else someone would have to pay. Negative thoughts rushing into his mind, he slammed his fist against the concrete in fury, fists clenched as tight as possible.
Was this someone’s idea of a sick joke? The man had completely been relocated and apparently forced to live in such a wretched place; how could this be real at all?
Orbs fell upon the swordsman’s damaged fist, watching trails of crimson travel down his pale hand. Oh, great. Taking a deep breath, Kanda attempted to collect himself; however, it appeared as though infinite deep breaths would be unsuccessful in calming the man at this point in time.
The timing of this “experiment” couldn’t have been worse either; so much had been going on back at the Black Order and the male was on his way to becoming a general, which he had mixed feelings about anyway. He glanced back towards his hand, the progress of healing was acting terribly slow considering the fact that it was merely a minor injury. Sure, his healing abilities have been lacking as of late, but this was pretty ridiculous. “Those bastards,” he spat, eyes narrowed with wrath.
Focused on his hand, the swordsman’s distraction led him to realize an approaching figure once they had already come within approximately 6 feet of him. Rapidly rising to his feet and he drew that sorry replacement sword of his in case the stranger happened to be hostile. “What the hell do you want?” he fumed, keeping his sword in place.
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