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@nemuri-nanagou // STARTER.
“Nemu...” It’s been on his tongue for days, this question. He hears it over and over in his worried head, and yet for it to be spoken seems nigh impossible. For him to dare ask, to dare beg...she needs not the burden of his adoration upon her other baggage. She needs not be put out by his clingy nature. “Are you...what do you consider me?”
@zetsumei-shuuto // STARTER.
“Karin-fuckin’-chaaan~” He held up the sake bottle and shook it a bit. “You thought you’d pass your kidou final without a mandatory celebration?”
@zetsumei-shuuto // STARTER.
Presented her with a plate of vegetables.
“You’re detoxing. From all the candy. Eat up.”
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“Have you ever gotten a hole blasted through you? And not a little one, like bullets.” It burned. That’s what he remembers. It burned as he fell to the ground, but he had no lungs with which to scream. His insides are charred. He always thought he’d die by getting impaled, maybe even by his own sword.
Funny, how he’d so long ached for death but in that final moment as the life truly left him he wanted to wait just a little bit longer.
“I remember more about being operated on, to be honest.”
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It feels worse than you think, he was tempted to say. My friends say it’s like being buried alive. But if Karin-chan wanted to fly face-first into his odd power, then so be it. Izuru knew none of her opponents would ever give her the chance to back out because of how much terror it might cause her.
“Very well.” He held his blade then sideways, one hand pressed to the dull side. “Raise your head, Wabisuke...” A mumble, as if that might change the effect. As if it might give a more gradual sense of drowning when struck against her skin. A shame, he couldn’t make his little speech about Wabisuke’s power, couldn’t see that same look of terror on her face that he’d seen countless times on ones he hated.
In an instant he was before her, hilt held at his bony hips, the square of his sword threatening to hook around her waist, but he withdrew. He twirled Wabisuke away from her and swiftly was he behind her instead.
It would be best for her training to leave her guessing, wondering when finally he might make that first strike. But he’d let her get a few good hits in, maybe. Let her. Maybe that was the wrong word. She could cut him, he knew. She’d done it before. But it was just a matter of defense until he decided to weigh her down.
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“Do you have friends in your classes?” he asked, knowing she spent much of her time mingling with those much higher in rank than a mere student, excelling though she was. He enjoyed her company, and so did Momo...but her experience in the academy was seeming far from normal, despite how much Karin claimed to want to be average. Damn her brother. Anything but average, it ran in Karin’s blood.
@destrozcs // STARTER.
“I would question your involvement...but clearly stranger things have happened than us gaining your support.” Izuru indicates the large hole in his chest, the decrepit nature of his blackened limb.
