#supernova-aniki 01

[raijinblessed]

@supernova-aniki

" The rules of this new game involve retrieving your innate abilities from a group of magic users known as The Stars, " Kashimo speaks up, the wooden staff slowly tapping against the ground.

" But there is no consistent pattern for how your power returns. I've seen all matter of warrior in this city. I've come across useless idiots as well.

So, what will you offer for me today: something useful, or something pointless? I'm raring to figure if defeating others in combat will reward me. "

[splitsoulheir]

“I’m fairly certain that’s mine.”

He is pointing to the coffee on the counter in front of Tsurugi.

"Oh, uh. Sorry."

He shifts to the side to let Choso past, hands in his pockets still. He's waiting for an order to take to Yuuka, hopefully as a peace offering, but he'd forgotten her preference for how sweet she cared for the coffee to be.

"Nice, uh, tattoo?" He gestures to his face as a reference for Choso's face mark.

[demonartprogenitor]

@supernova-aniki asked: Why does that man feel like his father... its not, but his energy is very similar. He couldn't help but stare.

He's not used to be stared at. Always being in disguise while out and about made sure of it. He looked like anyone else. Spoke and conducted the way any locals would.

Yet the stare of a man grated on his nerves like no other. He found himself getting up from his booth to go and take a seat beside the most oblivious bastard he had every intention of scaring off or eating.

"Have we met before?"

[blackknightsgambit]

@supernova-aniki was Rooted.

"Because everyone else I've met are hostile here."

He says it quickly as he watches the older man carefully. The last thing L.L. needed was yet another person to avoid in this Hellscape.

"But you're not jumping at the opportunity."