#netherblades

[skysteelshot]

♔ —• Despite seeming like a small city, there was an oddly expansive amount of land to it that ranged from sights he would have to travel to other states just to see. In just the few short hours of him walking just to get an idea of the scope of the city, he had seen so much it was almost baffling. Almost like someone tried to take a bit of every country and state and put it all in one place. Impressive in some regard really, but equally nauseating in trying to find something specific. 

♔ —• So it was no real surprise when Morgan had gotten himself only partially lost, finding some sort of bamboo grove in the deeper parts of the city. There he would push some of the stalks out of the way just trying to find a way out, and getting rather disgruntled as a result, sighing to himself. “ If I never see the stuff in my life again it’ll be far too soon. “ He would however, stop himself momentarily when he spotted the figure of.. what looked to be a young girl, sitting by herself in the middle of the place. Curiously, he quickly approached her. 

“ Hey, are you lost as well? Hold on, let me just--get closer..! “ 

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[yeahgen]

caveat emptor

@netherblades​:

He slips through the aisles, gloved fingers brushing past rows of painted handles and wooden displays. Splashes of bright red and yellow flit past his vision: 20% Off! Free stand with every purchase! Complimentary tantou with a full kantana set! Little Tokyo proudly caters to all hobbies, sword enthusiasts included. 

Even if all the swords they sell are fakes.

He stops by the section labeled ‘Awataguchi Yoshimitsu’ and stocked full of Toushirou blades. There are three Houchous, two Akitas, and a nearly endless supply of Maedas and Hiranos. But the paint on Shinano’s hilt is too yellow, while Midare’s hamon looks more like an earthquake warning than any waves.

By the time he spots himself, it’s already in the hands of another customer. Yagen’s eyes sharpen at the weapons resting by her shoulder and waist, but only glances briefly at the strange amorphous blob that seems to shadow the girl. The longer she stares at the tantou in her hands, the more he feels compelled to speak. 

‘Be careful of rip-offs.’

(And so he does.)

[sanguinetactics]

@netherblades

“ Guess we’re starting back from square one house wise, huh? “ Having met up with his old roommate and just sitting with them while the city around them either remained destroyed or was slowly being fixed up, he decided to try and make light of the situation at hand. Considering they both had to leave behind a relatively nice little house, it was a bit sad.. but Morgan was someone who enjoyed what new things lied beyond the horizon, and that meant seeing what could be in store for them, now. 

“ So, how was your entrance here? I hope it went well enough. “ 

[sakuraunit]

       ❝ Do you also fancy yourself the art of the blade? ❞ It was always nice seeing another that knew their way around a sword. Even though it probably wasn’t needed in this time and age, back home though was probably a different story for them. It was definitely needed for herself considering the Holy Grail war and everything, but it seemed the modern day would rather use other tools that weren’t swords for fighting. A sad time she’d think if she were to be honest. ❝ How long have you been using a sword for? A while? Or just recently? ❞

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[boominghero-blog]

Who Invited the Idiot?

Sera watched the doll float from the hole, immediately taking out her handy dandy binoculars in order to take as good of a look as possible of her apparent  kidnapper. Even though it would be a prime opportunity to attack, there were no doubt protections put in place so people couldn’t destroy a messenger. A theory that was proven not two seconds into the announcement. 

Although a smile couldn’t help but form on her lips as the second attacker fell down the pit, most likely to their death. It was hard for her to keep her binoculars on the doll and not point them towards the falling fool. Mentions of needing a team brought a bitter taste in her mouth as she remembered her time at Colourful, but it seems like this was not something she had much of a choice in. As much as she didn’t really cared if her life ended, she would still try to prevent it if she could. She towards the crowds of people, her binoculars still in on her face as she looked for a preferable team member.

“BINGO!”

In the crowd she noticed a girl with a white thing floating around her looking very worried, she had a sword too! That could make for someone who would be easy to convince to join her. Aaaaaaaand there seemed to be a loner who definitely would not be approached by anyone for a team just standing in his lonesome trying to hide that he had no friends (in Sera’s eyes). Easy picking! She jumped down from her perch and headed straight for the worried looking girl first, letting the loner suffer just a little bit more.

“HEEEEY! Isn’t this totally scary? We might die! Do you have a team yet? I was thinking we could team up and ask that intimidating looking guy who can’t wear his kimono right! What do you say?”

She points to the man in question in a very obvious fashion, making sure he would be able to notice if he even glanced in their direction.

Order >boominghero > @netherblades > @ablekiller > @mhxgongiveittoya

[venanix-blog]

Knowing that Blake was here gave Weiss some relief, but not enough for her nerves to be completely unwound. She’d taken up going on walks around her new-found “home” to try and clear her head. She needed something to do, or something to keep her mind off of the potential catastrophes going on in her mind.

The premise of this entire situation being an experiment- one she never explicitly consented to and was just supposed to be alright with- did little to relax her mind. Of course, there was also the issue of her having been given a god-damn toothpick as a weapon to defend herself, which left the fencer on edge.

She could hardly throw a proper punch. She was small. Defenseless, essentially.

Weiss had taken it upon herself to plop down somewhere to hide her face away in her hands. Her pointer finger and thumb pinched at the bridge of her nose and a long sigh of frustration whisked past the huntress’s lips. Sensing the presence of another person did little to relieve that stress.

“Do you need something?”

One eye peeked open to get a good look at the girl lingering near her. If her tense body language and clenched jaw said anything, it was painfully obvious that she was new here.

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[solarsubterrestrial]

@netherblades

In reality, helping Reimu clean up the shrine had never really ended. It had been over a week and whenever she stopped by there was generally always something to do. Reimu never asked her to do anything hard, and she got to see the Shrine Maiden more this way anyway.

The raven’s wings twitched as another figure entered the shrine. A... Familiar figure. The white hair the spirit...

“Youmu! With the cool sword!” Then she hesitated, she felt like she was forgetting something, but if she couldn’t remember how important could it really be?

“What’s up? Reimu isn’t here right now! Do you wanna play?!”

[sperorevoco]

@netherblades​

“E-Eh?” 

       He’d almost dropped his donuts, watching this sight. His eyes tracked the wispy creature floating around. Some sort of spirit, or ghost? Whatever it was, it didn’t seem hostile. In fact, it’d been following some white-haired girl around with some natural sense of belonging, like it was supposed to be with her. 

“That, uh...” He didn’t exactly want to be rude, but at this point, satiating his curiosity seemed like the best best to avoid turning the entire situation awkward. “That spirit following you around... Is that a pet, or something?”