[ Silently does the wind move across the night sky. Broken leaves and the sound of crunching gravel are the only semblances of noise present. A lone woman treads alone the stillsong road, her person disguised by the embrace of a shroud. A cloak that would show naught but the lower half of her face. Behind her, ensnared by chains, a large coffin drags behind. With each step taken by the person, it leaves yet more of a trail of dust and dirt. Time passes, and this redundant pattern continues. Minutes, and then hours pass. Finally, off in the distance, a plume of smoke rises from the expanse of forest to her side. Down the mountainous cliff, within the sea of green, a black plume wafts eerily. Despite the signs of danger, it allures the woman greatly. Her endless stepping finally comes to a halt, and her head turns to watch the black seep into the sky.
“...Civilization.” she says under her breath.
A heavy sigh break free from her body as she realizes she might finally have a chance to rest. If only she could just rest for but a moment. To stop, and sleep. With these thoughts in head, she hurriedly comes to the conclusion that she has no reason to not at least check the place out. Maybe she’d luck out this time. Thus, she turns her body to the forest, and heads down the hillside. Her journey was long, inviting the likes of beast and animal alike in her quest for fellow kinsman. It was rough, but eventually, she reaches a clearing, and with it, the destination of her focus. A small ruined village sits before, broken and burning. People all about panicking and screaming for assistance every which way. The woman looks left, and then right, but no matter which direction she looks everything is in disarray. “Regrettable. Ash to Ash, was it…?” Her head shakes side to side slowly as she presses forward with her coffin behind.
Truthfully she means no harm to the villagers, but there is no way they could see it that way. The moment this stranger starts heading for their already decimated village, a few of the men with even a sliver of courage remaining gather up their arms, prepared to defend the remains with their last. Four men to be exact, each holding various tools for farming, but tools equally lethal to the human body.
“Wh-Who are you?! Another pirate?! HUH?! Answer us, why are you here?!” Roars the only one of them with the balls to speak up presently.
The woman lifts her head ever so slightly, keeping her eyes out of view of their sights. A breath exits her nostrils lightly as she releases the chains gripping the coffin. The large object makes a thud on the ground as she starts raising her hands up slowly. A motion that causes the men to collectively flinch or take a step back out of surprise. “I have deemed your residence to be the last remaining place of refuge with the suitability for rest. If not here, this body will cease functionality.” she replies in a sort of monotone. A strange mixture of human...and something else. The men all look at each other in confusion as the other townspeople slowly gather up. People of all ages gather around with fear and worry in their hearts. Surely the barbarians that did this wouldn’t be so cruel as to return so soon just to ruin what little restorative progress they have made, right? No, the gods couldn’t be that unfair. It just isn’t to be so.
In fact, however, it’s the opposite. “I request refuge in these ruins, and once this body has recovered a sufficient amount for travel, I will leave.” One of the men, swallowing hard, starts to inch forward, and reaching for the woman’s hood with his free hand--his other firmly grasping his pitchfork. As he grabs hold of the fold, he slowly pulls it back, revealing the woman’s long white hair, dark skin, and eerily white eyes with pitch black slit pupils. The sight is enough to cause the man to fall back.
“C-Curse! You’re cursed, right?!” He screams frantically.
The woman shakes her head lightly in protest, opting to stand over the man with her cruel empty gaze. “I am no curse. I do not understand the reasoning behind your irrationality. I am Eto. Nothing more.” she replies in kind. The people, still skeptical, hesitantly welcomes the woman in over time as they continue to fix what’s broken within their walls. And as promised, Eto merely rests within the church, causing no trouble. Yet for some reason, the people feel as though her presence alone is enough to bring them a strange sense of comfort. ]
Traits: Primary Weapon: Sword x Rokushiki x Life Return | Perk: Specialist | Alliance: Loner | Fruit: Torture
"The ******** do you mean I overdid it?! You ask me to kill the guy and I killed em'!"
The scene was a dark room with a few questionable figures sitting around a table. Black silhouettes lined the area, either brimming with a terrible edged smirk, a disdained frown, or smoke wafting from the cigar lit between their lips. A land that wrecked of blood, the smelled of blood, the belonged to blood. Dust to dust and ash to ash. . This was a place of no remorse and little complaints; you came here to see the end of someones days. In this room stood another in their fold - a man dropped in torn robes of darker colors. Variants of blue, purple, and black, with a face hidden by a straw hat but glowing course red eyes peering through. Shallow was his tone, cutting like the edge of the katana by his side and a balled fist moved forward, motioning into a finger. He'd done as they asked. Killed as requested and demanded his payment. No. They dared go back on their words and the lot laughed, some jeering in a point. His anger only rose in response to their taunts. A dangerous game was being played for all parties involved in this room, but that was something they just didn't seem to understand. "Yeah, you killed the guy. . and seventeen other ********' people kid. The casualty rate was way too high and now there's no way we can do bidness on that ********' island anymore. Marines would be up our asses six ways til sunday, so it's easy. No pay for you. Now get the hell out our office for we leave ya' riddled full of holes."
Hunter couldn't believe his ears, not because he was surprised by the man's words. Oh no, he was more so excited. Finally! They'd finally done it! They'd crossed him so many times, but he'd decided to keep them all alive for the simple reason they offered him payment - but no more. Their decrees had been made and he was overly excited by the news! A hand went up, grasping the rim of his chin before slowly sliding towards the face; moments passed as a small laugh that eventually grew louder echoed across the room. Yeah, he was ********' ecstatic about this! "Fukaka. . Fukakakakaka. . FUHAAAKAKAKAKAKAKA! That's great! Honestly, it's really the best! You guys have finally done it! No, really! You all won the game! You've been playing it for so long and I had no idea when you'd win, but god ********' damn it, look at you!" Indirect clapping filled his magnanimous laughter. Haunting jeers and chuckles rolling through the room as Hunter almost completely keeled over, grabbing his sides. The men opposite only looked to one another in confusion, before the one he'd originally been talking to suddenly yanked out a gun.
What? Was the fun already over?
"Get the ******** out kid. Right now." An order? What?! But he'd just said they'd won the game! Why was he acting like that now of all times? "Fellas, don'tchu get it? You won! Why the hell are you so bent outt-"BANG! Gunpowder met steel, bullet went flying dead into his forehead; blood leaked to the ground below as the body lay limp, the men in the room shaking their heads then laughing to one another. "Someone take this piece of s**t outta here so we can continue with our ********' day." As the gun was laid on the table the action would happen so suddenly. The man's neck would spurt open as a blade went straight through it, blood hitting the ground thereafter with loud glopping splats. Choking ensued, that too filled the room as Hunter stood smiling, patting the man on the back while leaning forward, the rest of the room in shock. "Fukakaka. . Honestly, you guys jumped the gun. I wasn't even done telling you all your prize!"Suddenly the air grew tense as a flash of red ensued from the hues of the men watching his prey - the underneath of the hat marked with a evil, maniacal shark toothed grin.
Bullets rang through the room! The sound of ricochets and metal banging, colliding with wall and flesh took precedence over the ambient laughter coming from one Hunter, who took every shot they had to dish out. Not meaning. Not even feeling it, but wanting them all to have the satisfaction of trying. Yes, let your hearts sing that song he so loved. The fear right before the slaughter was always the most tantalizing. Loving. . Beautiful. Majestic. Everything about this scene made him revel in who he was and who he'd become. The embodiment of a reaper. A Hunter of beast or human and when the prey squirmed it made this all the more fun! Oh. . They'd stopped? His laughter continued, but they'd stopped shooting as empty guns were all they had left. Faces of pure terror brimming them all as soon he noticed, head turning down slowly with disdain in that same harsh stare. "What's wrong? You guys seemed to be enjoyin' yourselves a moment ago. C'mon, don't stop. Keep giving me that s**t I love. That pained, fearful expression when you know nothing you do is gonna stop what's comin'." No response. . They all quietly stared, unmoving and afraid.
How. . dare they take this from him.
"COME ON! STOP THAT! I WANNA SEE MORE SQUIRMING! AT LEAST MAKE THIS FUN!" His heart sang as the steel of his blade met flesh over and over again, many times into the night. Die. Again, he'd slash and off came a head. Die. Two more fell as limbs removed from their bodies. Die. Useless. Useless. Useless. Useless. They were all useless! None of them gave it to him anymore! That feeling of everlasting joy! How. . How mundane. How boring. And as their bodies lay on the ground, blood coming from various wounds and cuts, Hunter grabbed a large suitcase off the table. The money for his job and s**t, why not whatever else he could find? As he walked out the back room there were many more men dressed in black with guns pointed at him waiting outside. Looking to the group, then to the mess behind him, he slowly tilted his head in response.
"Heh. . You guys got a janitor for this mess?" Few were left alive and of course, he kept those as puppets for future endeavors. More lambs to the slaughter.
Panda King Tai Tai Grim
Major Raid / Major Destruction - 1018/900
Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2018 8:02 pm
Henry “Kid Death” Clay
[ Strengh: 005 || Prowess: 010 || Defense: 000 || Speed: 010 || Stamina: 005 || Vitality: 000 ] [ HP: 100 || Stamina: 120 || Spirit: 000 || Race: Human || Perk: Energetic || Traits: Devil Fruit // Assassin // Life Return || TSP (Total Stat Points): 030 || Devil Fruit: Decay Decay | Gensui Gensui no Mi ]
Humming. It was the sound of humming that could be heard coming from a young man carrying a coffin on his back, the straps of which were tied firmly around his shoulder with his hand firmly grasping them. The males skin was as pale as snow, hair equaling in fairness. His body was very slim and his attire work to compliment that fact. He wore a brilliant smile that could warm the heart of even the coldest individual and though his eyes didn’t seem to be open, they could stare into the pit of your soul.
He made his way from the beach to a town on this all red island. ”I wonder how this island got its strange color... Maybe it was the sight of some huge massacre many ages ago!” He would let out a sigh for just the thought of so many peoples blood being used to paint an island was enough to send the young man’s heart a flutter! As his steps brought him closer to the town, he would see a young man taking pictures of the trees and nature. Squirrels would play with one another in the road and the young man would take his picture.
As the camera man would take the shot and capture the squirrels image in his camera, he would look up from his work to see a young man in strange attire lugging a coffin into town. Such a strange sight warrented a picture right? It was not every day someone could bare witness to something this out of the ordinary! It had to be memorialized! As the silver haired male would walk passed, the camera would be brought up and aimed at him. As soon as his vision adjusted to the camera, he would see the young coffin owner now peering at him as he strolled passed. The boy’s eyes now slightly cracked open to reveal crimson hues that matched the very island they were on.
As the camera flash went off, the device itself would fall as the man holding the camera would wear a face of pure horror. His skin would begin to shrivel as the meat on his bones would begin to vanish before the skin itself would turn to dust, leaving nothing behind but a skeleton. It would fall and the male would continue his our ey to the town.
It was lively! All the people were moving around, spcializing, and keeping themselves busy with their jobs and errands. A woman would approach the strange male,”Excuse me! Are you new in town?The man would smile, ”Why yes I am!”The young woman would smile as she would motion him over to her flower stall, ”Yea I could tell by your strange attire. I’m Sarah. I own this little flower stand but I also serve as a kind of welcoming commity for this town!”The coffin walker would smile and speak in a very upbeat tone, ”Ah! My name is Henry. It’s a pleasure to meet you!” Yes. Henry was his name. A simple name for a simple man!
Sarah would begin to explain a few things about the town and how it came to be so popular. She said she did not know why everything was red but maybe the mayor knew and if not him then she would direct Henry to try speaking with other people in other towns on the island. ”Ah. I’ll have to do that! So you sell flowers? That’s interesting. They aren’t the same color as everything else on the island. Are they imported?””Oh yes! I have a sister who lives on another island growing all types of plants and herbs. I didn’t always used to sell them but I noticed that a lot of people complimented them. I guess people like seeing colors other than red all the time!” She would let out a little giggle and Henry would persist with his gleeful smile. Sarah’s eyes would then be drawn to the coffin on his back and the words would escape her mouth, ”So why are you carrying around a coffin?”
An innocent question to be sure. The smile on Henry’s face would widen as he would say, ”Oh! It’s for my true love! It’s for the person I find truly special. It’s where I’ll let them rest.” The woman would look a bit confused but would soon feel a bit lightheaded. This lightheadedness would elevate into a dizziness and then into full on weakness making her unable to stand. She would lean on her flower stand in order to keep herself standing as she would look at the male now slowly opening his coffin that was now standing upright in front of the stand. As the door would open, a black smog would seep out of it before fully revealing a shadowy creature inside of it.
The creature would slowly emerge from the coffin and gently rest its hand on her cheek. Her eyes would roll back and her body would completely give out. Henry’s face would hold a joyful smile without any trouble. He would walk around the stall, laying the coffin down on the side of it. The boy would lift her body and place it gently in the coffin with her arms crossed. ”Thanks for talking to me Sarah. I’m glad we can be friends!” As he would close the coffin, tie it up, and place it on his back he would notice onlookers all around him. They hid in their homes, peeking from windows. A grim smile would appear on his face as he would pick the coffin up, pulling the straps over his shoulder.
He would slowly raise his free arm and as he would the shadowy creature would begin to float a little higher behind it. It began to look similar to a cloaked man and the black smog would emit from under it. Henry, wearing the biggest smile, would drop his arm and a black smog would be sent out from beneath the creature and the young man’s feet. It would creep over the stones of that made the ground in the city, breaking them and turning them brittle. It would make a speedy crawl throughout the towns homes and buildings. The people inside suffering the similar fates to Sarah and the camera man just outside the town. Their bodies would begin to decay, their lives ending as their flesh would wither.
There were no screams, no sound, only silence. A silence so profound it might as well have been a choir. The black smog would come barreling back to Henry, retreating into his coffin and then slamming it shut. The male would take in the silence for a while before letting out a sigh and beginning to whistle. He would make his merry way to the other side of town for there were so many more to bring the gift of death too!
(OOC: The carnage of this raid and destruction...) Word Count: 1157
More! More! More! Dance dance, the fires on the brim of his warrior spirit! Eyes lit with a conjuring, beckoning fury! The laughter just didn't stop! It couldn't, because all their efforts were so useless! Absolutely useless! Bullets flew through the air but were met with a slashing mark of his blade - his motions as if he were literally dancing about them as blood littered the floor of this tavern. Their spirits were dull! Their passion just wasn't high enough to get his libido going! "C'mon! Come the ******** on! Where the hell is your fighting spirit!? Is this age of man this ********' weak?!" Quiet engulfed the bar now while embers traced the lines of his vision, flames starting to line the place as bodies were slowly engulfed with him strolling pleasantly out the place. Blade over his shoulder with a bland, blank face. He smelled of blood; actually, he completely wreaked of the s**t, but this was his usual. Nothing a little upkeep on this terrible body couldn't fix so there was that and then some. A jeering jaunt of a laugh, he'd spin his blade up to lick the blood momentarily before spitting it out. Cold. He had to find something a little more worth tasting. Someone a little more. . not dead.
That was when he'd come across his target as the island began to burn to the ground. A man with white hair, walking along with a coffin. Yes, perfect. Absolutely perfect. It'd be ironic if someone like this were to die by his hand! A man carrying a coffin around was just too great!
"Hey! You!"The katana would shift as the briefcase fell to the floor below, head careening back with that same shark toothed grin and avid moniker. A man only looking for a way to feel alive again, by any and all means! That's what he was! "C"mere! Show me! Show me this age of man isn't so ********' weak! I wanna see it!" Without regard he'd charge with his sword pointing forward, aiming to stab Henry directly in the chest!
Panda King Tai -Tai Grim
Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2018 11:50 pm
Henry “Kid Death” Clay
[ Strengh: 005 || Prowess: 010 || Defense: 000 || Speed: 010 || Stamina: 005 || Vitality: 000 ] [ HP: 90/100 || Stamina: 120 || Spirit: 000 || Race: Human || Perk: Energetic || Traits: Devil Fruit // Assassin // Life Return || TSP (Total Stat Points): 030 || Devil Fruit: Decay Decay | Gensui Gensui no Mi ]
Happiness. Unequivocal glee! The young white haired male would skip with such joy, the crows would begin to flock around him dancing. They would caw as he would giggle to himself. ”So much to do my friends! Luckily, I now have company on my long journey.” The coffin on his back would lightly bounce with each skip into the air, the recently deceased body inside being jostled about. This glee would vanish as he would feel...the tingle.
It was his I’m-About-To-Die Tingle! Eyes would open ever so vaguely out of shock of a speedy samurai attempting to impale him. With a swift dash, Henry would only suffer a cut to his arm. Small price to pay to avoid a random blade death! People should die bloody and horribly but with 0 pain! Ouchies are a no go! As the samurai’s form would pass by his own, he would swing his coffin from over his shoulder and attempt to slam its mass into the back of the man.
”Shinenenene!” A genuine laugh of excitement would escape the young male. The presence of death enveloped this man’s form like a fine cologne. The blood of the recently deceased dripped from his form. Was this man ALSO delivering the blessing of death upon others like Henry was? The coffin owner would be sure to ask him before granting him the blessing as well. : )
Whattt?! What what what?! He'd missed?! But he was sure that was a killing blow! So sure! Was this man. Was he actually worth his time!? The fires about them continued to sing; their dance only beginning as Hunter moved his blade back just as the coffin slammed down onto his back! He didn't even try to dodge! There was no point at all! But as it was, the man had to raise this coffin into the air once more and as he did, there came Hunter's blade rising up to attempt a slashing cleave straight up the man's body, a smile reaching from ear to ear as he poised himself to strike again! "Great! Great! Keep that up! Keep it uppppp! FUHAKAKAKAKAKAKAKA!"Enigmatic. Automatic. Death.
Health // 95/100
Panda King Tai -Tai Grim
Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2018 12:30 am
Henry “Kid Death” Clay
[ Strengh: 005 || Prowess: 010 || Defense: 000 || Speed: 010 || Stamina: 005 || Vitality: 000 ] [ HP: 100 || Stamina: 120 || Spirit: 000 || Race: Human || Perk: Energetic || Traits: Devil Fruit // Assassin // Life Return || TSP (Total Stat Points): 030 || Devil Fruit: Decay Decay | Gensui Gensui no Mi ]
Yaaay! The hit would connect! Though it would not yield amazing results...The man was hardly injured by that and with the recoil of the coffin rebounding was more than Henry could control in the short time between its movement and the next attack. A slash would go up his torso, blood spurting out into the air. A look of surprise would be worn on the visage of the young necromantic.
He would follow the momentum of the coffin and move away from the samurai. ”Sss!! Ouchies! Are you offering me death? Such an intimate gift. I’m not sure if I’m ready for such a commitment. Shinenene~” His hand would flinch as it would touch the gash. This man was clearly more skilled in physical combat than Henry was however the young male was unable to use his fruit power again! He had just used it to clear out almost half a town! He needed more time to recover!
He had no chance. Without hesitation, Henry would dash at the man and swing his coffin! The blow would seek the swordsman’s skull and its goal was to rattle it! To disorient the target leaving them open for a more lethal onslaught! Hang in there Henry!
This guy wasn't so bad after all! He was doing it! That rush! That feeling! He didn't fall after one puny strike or beg for mercy after the slash up his torso! Hunter reveled in the feeling of it all, bringing his blade to his mouth before licking it slightly, tasting his blood. Interesting flavor. Whipping the rest to the ground, his head would shift just as the man came running back to him and as per usual, Hunter didn't even move to try to step out the way! He ran straight at him with his sword aimed to go straight through Henry's shoulder just as the coffin smashed into his head! No pain. No anything! "FUHKAKAKAKAKA! C'MON NOW! C'MON! C'MON! C'MON!" An intense stare of crimson, a smile bracketed to serrated maw as his lined smirk grew ever wider!
Health // 90/100
Panda King Tai -Tai Grim
Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2018 11:02 am
Henry “Kid Death” Clay
[ Strengh: 005 || Prowess: 010 || Defense: 000 || Speed: 010 || Stamina: 005 || Vitality: 000 ] [ HP: 20/100 || Stamina: 120 || Spirit: 000 || Race: Human || Perk: Energetic || Traits: Devil Fruit // Assassin // Life Return || TSP (Total Stat Points): 030 || Devil Fruit: Decay Decay | Gensui Gensui no Mi ]
Pain! Terrible pain! The sign that you were still in life’s thrall. Henry hated pain but he could not help but smile. This man. This swordsman of death stood before him, unwavering in the face of death. Akin to himself in that regard. The coffin would connect with the man’s skull but would seem to have no effect and as he would close in, his blade would enter Henry’s shoulder. The liquor of life would spill from the young man’s body as he would reel back.
He would use the coffin to hold himself up, staring down the man responsible for his grievous wounds. The man’s eyes were lit like a crimson flame, his face expressed pure ecstasy from the battle that was ensuing! A kindred spirit! One who did not use the spark of life to fight but the void of death! ”You...you are really intent on giving me this magnificent gift! O-one more clash and I’ll be able to accept it! Give it to me! Give me a bloody death! Shinenenenenene!!”
Stammering. While Kid Death was an agent of death, that didn’t make him out of reach of its grasp. Blood loss was taking its toll on him, his vision blurring, and his body growing weaker by the second. Though one thing was unwavering, the young boy’s smile. It shined on from the pitch black void of death he was sinking into. Death was his true desire! Death was his true goal. Death to him and all things!
As he would lean on his coffin, the door would open and Sarah’s body would fall out. ”Oh no! Sarah!” The scene would enter a cartoonish atmosphere as he would carry the body over to the side, caringly lay it down on a wall so that it wouldn’t fall over, and then walk over and return to his half dead scene. The cartoonish air would subside and reality would set back in. He would clear his throat, ”Now where were we...Oh! Right! Death!! Shinenenenenene!!” He would charge at the unknown samurai with his coffin! One more clash and Henry would be able to accept this man’s generous love confession!
Once in range, Henry would swing the coffin and aim for his opponents head again! His face was alight with a strong red blush. He too was in ecstasy from this fight! Filled with euphoria as every muscle in his body would tense up for this final full power swing! Every inch of his form tingling and constricting with his “I’m-About-To-Die” tingle. He was in bliss~!!
(OOC: The deathliness of this major wound...) Word Count: ---
Such a dance! Akin to a ballet! Like two leaves wafting in the wind chasing one another, Hunter couldn't help but love every moment of it. Body caressed by wind and fire crashing about in the background; their trivial debate wasn't one done with words. His blade and this man's coffin, they were what spoke now and even he felt it! The truth of a kindred spirit! The truth that he too felt the same cold, lonely, beckon from death that Hunter felt every single day. It was what made living this life so very boring! Was it even worth it!? Was there even a point?! Truly, was he even living in the first damn place?! An eye corked as a body fell from the coffin to the ground and Hunter made no movements, merely watched. Watching the man's backside as he left then came back. Sword going up in the air as an eye grew larger than the other, those crimson hues burning bright with excitement. "Great! If there are other like you in this era, than maybe I won't be bored out my ********' mind after all. Now come at me again so we can dance our last dance! Fuhkakakakakakaka!" The shire crackle of his cackle filled the air as Henry came rushing in once more!
He moved in and pulled his arm up, letting the coffin smash into him with ease and doing two quick slashes in an X fashion across the man's chest, letting that be the blow that put him down."C'mon!"
Health // 85/100
Panda King Tai -Tai Grim
Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2018 3:17 pm
Henry “Kid Death” Clay
[ Strengh: 005 || Prowess: 010 || Defense: 000 || Speed: 010 || Stamina: 005 || Vitality: 000 ] [ HP: 100 || Stamina: 120 || Spirit: 000 || Race: Human || Perk: Energetic || Traits: Devil Fruit // Assassin // Life Return || TSP (Total Stat Points): 030 || Devil Fruit: Decay Decay | Gensui Gensui no Mi ]
The coffin would reach its target but it would yield little effect. Fortunately, the same could not be said about his adversaries blade! It would glide through Henry’s skin with the speed and precision of a surgeon. More drops of the cursed red drink would leave his form, bringing him a few steps closer to death. ”Shinene...ne...I accept...your gift...” The young man would fall, his form growing more and more lifeless as the seconds passed.
He would start to hum a little tune as he awaited for death to embrace him in its cold, decrepit arms and carry him to the other side! It was finally happening! Death was finally going to bless young Henry with its omnipotent presence! This was the end... : )
(OOC: The deathliness of this fight ending...) Word Count: ---
As his final attacks hit their mark Hunter watched the man with white hair fall, a bland expression to his face. Well. . He'd enjoyed that for what it was and while he didn't get him to climax, he did at least calm his pallet for the time being. This one seemed to be at least a little bit worthy of living in his era. With his blade slung up over his shoulder, an eye turned as fires raged behind him. Guess he needed to give the guy some kind of medical attention if he was gonna keep on keepin' on. "Tch. Wastin' my damn time. Maybe I should let em' die." Removing some salve he kept on him to place his own limbs back together, Hunter wrapped the guy up as best he could but not before making sure to cauterize the wounds. Since he was already knocked out there shouldn't have been too much pain involved, not that it mattered to him either way. Taking his body towards the docks as the place began to burn down, Hunter took a seat near the water's edge and placed the man down somewhere nearby. The world was on fire and he? Not a care in it. "Hurry up and get up. I got s**t to do, kid."
Panda King Tai -Tai Grim
Deecee Sama generated a random number between
75 and 175 ...
124!
[ Strengh: 005 || Prowess: 010 || Defense: 000 || Speed: 010 || Stamina: 005 || Vitality: 000 ] [ HP: 100 || Stamina: 120 || Spirit: 000 || Race: Human || Perk: Energetic || Traits: Devil Fruit // Assassin // Life Return || TSP (Total Stat Points): 030 || Devil Fruit: Decay Decay | Gensui Gensui no Mi ]
Thoughts of a haze. Figures both familiar yet unrecognizable. Faces that could be comprehended yet unseen. His family. They all stood in front of their old home. A darkness would descend, rotting everything it touched. Running. Sprinting. Unable to reach them no matter how hard you run... They decay...rot...wither into nothing. Everything fades, leaving only you. Loneliness. Abandonment. Your fault. Suddenly...there’s a light...
Henry would awake, lying against his coffin. His sleep was peaceful which was made known by the pleasant smile on his face. The first thing he would see is a lone samurai, sitting solemn and peaceful. The young man would crawl over to him and lay a hand on his thigh. His other hand would be placed on his forearm. The man’s skin was cold like Henry’s own skin and his eyes were that of a deadman. There was no glimmer of hope like other people had. No life. Only death. The white-haired man would gain a wider smile and say, ”Death...my lord...you came for me~
His vision would begin to sharpen and the haze of a samurai would soon come into focus as the samurai who cut him down before. ”W-wait...” He’d sit up and examine his wounds and the smile would turn to a slight frown. ”Hey! You took it back! You can’t take back death! That’s a commitment! A promise!” Henry would scoot closer to him to gain his attention, ”Give me death!” The coffin owners glower would burrow into the side of the strange samurai’s skull. He would answer for this betrayal!
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