#thesharkblader

[loyaltyofthesilent]

“OHhh look at me I’m a shark bit beast and I think i’m tougher than everyone else, and a cooler bit beast than the one that Rima has.”

[lizzardsmanymuses]

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@thesharkblader

The brunette had been peacefully sleeping in her hospital bed until the sudden creek of her door filled her ears causing her to open her eyes up slowly before observing who had walked in. For her visitors were rare, and usually she knew when Izaya planned to stop by.

When she looked further her gaze fell on a boy wearing a hospital gown just like she was, and this image caused her to become a bit curious of him. Perhaps he saw her from the hall way. After all her door had been cracked open slightly meaning it wasn’t that hard to see her.

“Who are you?” She spoke with a shy voice and looked down suddenly becoming nervous after she greeting the boy.

[sundaesanddemons]

@thesharkblader:

Soft pants left Daemon's mouth, he had to keep running. He was almost to his destination if he stopped now it might be his end. He left hand squeezed on the bleeding wound on his side from the resent demon attack he suffered. He took a sharp corner finally his eyes landed on the place; Devil May Cry. Finally he crashed threw the doors landing on his knees letting out heavy pants. "Demon. Problem. Please h-help." He muttered between pants, trying to get his composer.

It took a look to garner an impressive reaction from the daring hunter. Sure, in his younger years, he let himself be controlled by his emotions, no matter how good or bad they were. Now, though, he had notably mellowed, reined in his wayward thoughts and comported himself more carefully. On this occasion, he was suddenly plunged back in time by so-many years: Dante stood up with a start, knocking over his chair in the process.

Gaping in shock at his unexpected visitor, Dante’s mouth settled into a thin line, his expression grim and unyielding. Stepping away from his desk, he strode quickly over to the other, a demand, not a question, hurled at the stranger’s feat.  

“Tell me everything you can.”

But perhaps words didn’t need to be said; like and offending odor, Dante could feel the pursuing demons converging on his shop. 

He couldn’t wait to greet them.

[bladerofdiscord]

((Its Thesharkblader. Sorry.)) A few last puffs of smoke left the lips of the older male as he finished off his cigarette and flicked away the butt lost in thought. He let out a gut snapping back to reality as he smashed against another body making him stumble back with a look of panic for a brief moment. "Oh. Ah. Sorry, wasn't paying attention." He looked up blowing some hair out of his face before eyeing the person he ran into. "Don't I know you from somewhere?"

@thesharkblader

Rei sighs, barely moving when he’s bumped into. How many times was this going to happen? He looks down at the stranger and raises a brow, “ehhh? Know me from somewhere? Where could you possibly know a nobody like me from?” He sounds genuinely confused, but he’s not in the slightest.