#ic mack

[townofcadence]

"Hi! Hahah, gosh, you're hard to find out here, huh? Uhm, I hope this isn't a bad time-- I just wanted to drop by and see how you were doing!" For Mack, please!

@bunsdreamworld // Unprompted!

He looks down at the young woman who has approached his home and had the courage to knock on his door. He recognizes her. One of those youngins that came out to this area of the woods before on some 'investigation' tomfoolery. They'd left him be after giving him a way to get in contact after finding out he was the one people were griping about. So why the hell did she come back?

"....Y'can come in, I suppose. But I ain't got nothin' t'offer." He rumbles, and steps back to allow her entry. It wouldn't be proper to send her on her way after all that trouble. She was one of his own, after all, and she didn't look like one to cause trouble. But once she'd had her little check in, he'd send her on her way.

[iamyourdarksyde]

"Now how did you end up looking like you fell in a river of blood?" - thetattooedfiend

"Oh, I don't know - maybe because of all the fucking demons around here?"

Seems like Mack had been caught in a bad way - demons suddenly swarmed the area he was in, keen on asserting their power over any weak human they stumbled upon. Unfortunately for the ones who decided that the samurai would be a good target, they grossly underestimated what he could do.

Mack eyed the odd-looking human, especially the horn on the back of his neck. "Seems like you've been having some trouble yourself. You're not here to challenge me, are you? You'll meet a similar fate to the others who decided I looked weak enough to kill."

[townofcadence]

🧵 Nothing. For Mack (jkjk,,, unless,,,?)

Clothing Meme

Mack looks down at himself, at his scarred, thick fur. He looks back at you, downwards given his height, and then further down at himself again. His ears flick. Then he lowers his neck to the ground, where a false foot dangles from a thick cord. It thunks to the earth, slipping along his fur until it falls loose, and he returns his gaze to you, tilting his head quizzically.

[iamyourdarksyde]

- @plague-on-the-run liked for a starter! -

“You know, you don’t have to do that...”

Mack had stumbled upon his friend Cas during his journey towards one of Aku’s larger cities, and they had been traveling for a while when the other had brought up the idea to embroider his gi with something - she knew Mack wasn’t the “same” entity as Jack, as he explained to her once before.

So... It was rather thoughtful that she brought that up to ‘differentiate’ him further from his original source.

“As much as I appreciate the thought, my gi gets ripped up enough as is. I don’t want your hard work going to waste. Are you sure?”

[iamyourdarksyde]

coll topknot. you ever let your hair down or is it always up all neat and tidy?

[ 7 / 20 ]

"I usually have it up in a top knot; I rarely take it out. However, it won't hurt for me to wear it down."

Mack reached up to his hair and plucked out his hair pin, hair flopping down and cascading around his face after a brief moment.

"See?"

[iamyourdarksyde]

So Mack, tell us, how do you feel about being a carbon copy of a better samurai?

[ 1 / 20 ]

"Ah. I see we are taking this direction in conversation again."

"I do not know, grey-face! Even if I am somehow lesser than Jack in whichever way you assume..."

"... I rest well while you cower behind your cover, knowing that if I knew who you are, you would likely lose to me in a face-to-face fight. Would you like a personal demonstration of my abilities?"

[iamyourdarksyde]

On the floor, the unconscious form of an ebony-and-crimson-robed man stirred. He sat up with a groan, gingerly massaging his head with a raised hand. One eye opened slightly, taking a peek at his new surroundings--

Except...

Except...

His surroundings were terribly familiar.

He immediately straightened his back, going wide-eyed.

“How the HELL did I end up back here again?”

The man stood up and brushed himself off, not looking so pleased at his current situation. The blue layout, though different this time around, still retained its familiar setup and white accents. However, any signs of friendly faces he recognized were not present. Yet, there didn’t seem to be any familiar adversaries or enemies either.

His shoulders relaxed.

“Right... As long as those strange grey-faces don’t get any ideas, I should be fine. I suppose I’ll have to see who is around.”

[iamyourdarksyde]

- @swordsxandxshadows asked for a starter! -

The spiced air that flowed out of the room filled the hooded visitor’s nostrils as he pushed the shop’s door open, making him cough lightly.

It was an unassuming spot from the outside, though the stranger heard word about the place and had to see for himself. Potions and powders lined shelves, trinkets with supposedly magical properties hung from displays and covered tables, and the heavy scent of various herbs and pungent flavors weighed the air down. At a glance, it was a curio shop more than anything - something to prowl around in and to gawk at the goods being offered, and maybe purchase something as a souvenir to remember the experience by before leaving and never coming back again. At least, that was the impression it left on most.

However, it wasn’t the items for sale that the man was interested in. Sure, he walked in and took a look around, furrowing his brow at what he saw - but his intention for visiting was more focused on the shopkeeper himself.

He heard in passing that the shop offered items that actually worked - whether the purpose was for love, attracting fortune, or some other schlock he didn’t pay attention to. If the items truly worked, the owner ought to have some sort of credible magical prowess. If what the man heard about him was correct, it may be someone familiar... It was his curiosity that drove him here more than anything - and, perhaps, the opportunity to... Talk.

Red eyes peered from under his hood, not seeing the shopkeeper anywhere. The visitor hesitated in shattering the gently bubbling drone of the silence, but in the end, his intention won over his hesitation.

“... Hello?”