Word was rapid in its propagation about the events of that particular 'anomaly', and while the Oni seldom bothered with the matters of clans ( with a few exceptions that is ), he did recognize the man in brief passing.
"Well, if it isn't the brave little man of the hour ! " He's not shy in approaching, head tilted in interest as he looks down at him with a wicked smile.
And a brief glance upwards. "Nice horns, those real ? " // finger guns at
Inazuma despite all efforts to suffocate it into stillness, for plots of blood festering glories to the prestige reigned through wickedness to attempt to take leads, the true spirit manage surges forth, immolating away that eroded gunk with a generation of people who aim to carry a lifestyle that’ll define fighting spirit itself. While some certainly managed to roar their presence through actions, others tailored a style that keeps a low floor to an extremely vast ceiling, finding comfort in such elements. As the Sakura’s dipped and forayed in the cradle of the wind’s embrace, the sun beckons it’s rays to a particular moment...
As in warming up these very surroundings for when two prominent souls would meet upon the crossroads.
Word of mouth easily aligned with what he sees, from how a myriad of complaints, threats and a soul too carefree to ever be restrained practically blowing all of that out the water. Quite the character. It’d be a thought he held back then, and currently holds now, finding himself effortlessly eclipsed as the oni bred being towers above, a stance Thoma takes in stride while recognition ignites with those irises. “And if you’re not the person who wrenched clear from hell’s fangs.” Tic for tat. Something about Itto’s atmosphere allows for an introduction of being a touch more loose, away from his formulated style and a lot more willing to enjoy the impulses that a fiery touch is infamously known for from the beginning,
Thus that bag carries a set of commercialized groceries is hunched into his grip securely. Catching wind of where their attention focused, the blonde partially swears he could perceive the ba-bam! noise made from the fixated direction towards those two protrusions embellished with an onyx shine. Honesty ached to slam into the forefront, yet, that need to draw up an instance of spectacle shines brighter, leading to a curious hand reaching up, allowing for his fingers to flick across what was truthfully steel plating.
“This is definitely not. Sorry to disappoint, but I take it you might’ve skirted around curiosity with those rumors too?”
How the Fixer remains a demon in human skin.
Lurking underneath that bright smile was the brand of countenance befitting of a sword demon.
Moments could be seen where he’d actually usher forth smoke from the boundless furnace of his lungs during particularly stressful days.
Thoma found satisfaction in letting people please their instances of whimsy.
”But how about I let’cha in on what they don’t know?” Drawing his thumb at the bottom of headpiece, he’d gradually lift it up, the sight itself forming a new glimmer of memory as the temperature abruptly spikes. Wavering haze simmering within the air as dancing harmlessly upon his skin, hints of that truth peeked forth, blended into a golden orange and scarlet flourish, prominent in how stalwart they stand. Tucked underneath was a hint of those horns ignited by the flames of his soul, the view in itself causing a knowing smile that borders a smirk before tapping at the dark front of the protector, allowing it to tilt back into place as the heat disperses.
“If I were to show mine, I’d need a situation befitting. Otherwise I’d be turning my favorite places to a sauna everywhere I went. A guy has to be considerate to the places he enjoy being the most, don’t ‘cha think so?”
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