#ouroboros-kun

[g0dbird-blog]

[Closed RP]

( ouroboros-kun )

The hidden district had always felt like home to Death. There were plenty of things you could do in this secret territory, most of them (if not all) were illegal. But, this time Death wasn’t visiting that part of the city for business, he had other priorities. After a few weeks of research, information gathering and rather intense stalking, he had finally be able to reach … (what was their name again?.) … He didn’t care enough to remember, so instead the blonde man decided to call them Irrelevant.

“Irrelevant” was a creature that really made him feel irritated, but not just simply irritated, it was more like the feeling of being annoyed enough to wish he could shove his own head inside of a pool filled with hungry piranhas instead of seeing Irrelevant’s smug smile ever again. Even now that he was supposed to have the upper hand and the element of surprise, a little part of him made him feel as if maybe and just maybe… that creature had figured things out  and already knew he was heading their way. And that was definitely annoying.

But, Death really didn’t have to worry about Irrelevant for much longer, he was about to “talk things out”, he was about to fix all those issues he had towards their existence.

So in order to get things started, he proceeded to snuck into Irrelevant’s place, after not to cautiously smashing a window to enable his “stealthy” entrance.

[snakefriends]

A quiet tune played from Micru’s chest as a small reminder of his current frustration. Sure, he’s fine now, but he’s also bored and he almost never passes up revenge even if it’s very subtle. But he’s not particularly planning subtle today. Word passed along from his snakes let him know exactly where this irritant was going to be at this time, and walking there made him slightly nervous but also more confident in himself with each step. With another flick of his tongue he could smell him close now, and thanks to this place being in a perpetual nighttime, as well as this alley for making it just so darker to match his black clothes, he came up behind his victim. Walking with his hood up and head down he looked like nothing out of the ordinary in the hidden district- and he was sure the white haired fiend would be able to sense him somehow. So passing as something human for the moment would do. The element of surprise is something he’s very fond of. His footsteps gained.

Whether he turned or not, a quick push to the shoulder to face him and grabbing the collar of his top ended with Micru promptly shoving him into the wall of the alley, his face quite close to the others with his teeth bared. He addressed him curtly, and almost dripping with the reason he was there. “. . .Flamel.”