Ooc: He is the leader, yes, but he doesn't feel ready to lead his clan, so he's wandering for a bit, giving a bit of a prelude before everything... He was spying on the testing ninja :P BIC: Tetsuya knew better. "You're foreign to this place, I take it?" He asked, knowing better than to believe anyone. Tetsuya could never trust anyone that easily.
Ooc: I see... Well... I am too busy with other things atm, or I would help Marluxia.
Tetsuya turned, seeing Hiei. "Stop..." He spoke softly, his voice audible. Tetsuya was not in the mood to have blood on his hands.
Tetsuya jumped off the roof of the building, landing in a somersault. He sprang back up and walked casually to the gate of the village.
Ooc: Nothing big, just a short fight, is all. Seras just left the roof, so all that's left is Letum.
One eye fluttered open, staring at the young woman named "Katie". She seemed nervous and shy. He closed his eye, playing possum.
"Just say out of trouble..." Spoke Sessamaru, his eyes glowing with an inner fire. At his right hip, Sakura appeared, right next to Shadowbane. Sessamaru strangely smelled of cherry blossoms, roses, and honey. Stepping through, he conjured a bag of coins, which he pulled out of his cloak. He found a decent table, unscathed by the rum and food scraps. He awaited his friends to be seated.
Sessamaru rested atop a tree, the leaves shadowing him. The warm breeze swept past him, making him stir slightly.
Having enough of this quarrel, Seras left, casting a veil of darkness about the roof. As the darkness dimmed, it was only Letum, all alone, looking like a fool. An echoing whisper filled the air "You're strong, but you can never hope to defeat me..."
Leon heard her soft footsteps, but continued to sleep. 5 more minutes...
Cyanus shook his head, removing his red scarf. His face was perfectly angled, his ears pointed, and his lips were of a light ebony. Everything about him seemed young, even when he removed the cairasse of his leather armour, his muscles were finely shaped and chiseled. Scars appeared across his ebony skin, some in shapes of Demon Runes. He held the cairasse and the scarf under one arm, his giant zanbatou in the other. His long silver bangs swept across his chin as the wind allowed, his simple spikes not moving.
He nodded gently. A waterbed formed beneath their feet, the wind keeping it in a small confined container. An under gust lifted the water bed, hovering them gently over to the center, which he gently dropped them all. "I prefer not to use my Demonic Flight." He explained bluntly, the water bed shattering into icy shards.
Cyanus remained silent. "Can you present me to a weapon smith? I would wish the strongest shamshir this village could offer." He counted his coin. "3500, I take it?"
"So, it was only the holding blocks, then?" He asked, finally seeing the logic behind it all.
"If I may... I prefer to be in a place where Demon Runes are still accessable... I have... Plans, I must attend to." He spoke softly, not caring much about losing his powers temporarily.
I could've gotten farther... he joked in his thoughts, chuckling under his breath. "Right..." he said seriously, walking through the wall with Jacob.
With that out of the way, Cyanus smirked. He was enjoying the rest of the day, a side of him that was truly rare. This made him look younger and less frightening, even weaker. But, everything about Cyanus was an illusion... Cyanus stared at Jacob "Where shall I bunk?" he asked, his voice losing its cool edge. It was warm, but aware. He did not yet trust his client.
"Whatever..." He spoke casually to his new ally. He stared at Jacob. "He'll be my responsibility. Just show us. Half my pay goes to him..." He began walking towards the village, his eyes removing half the coins. He tossed them to Rako. "I am a fair man, I admit... But cross me, and I'll end this alliance quicker than you can teleport." He threatened, snapping his nose back in place after replacing his blades in their proper scabbards.
Cyanus considered the weight of the situation. "I am a mercenary, a killer for higher... Compassion isn't something I hold greatly. But, by your words of a war..." He caught hold of his shamshir, swinging the curved blade in a single, rapid movement. He turned back around as the dome slid apart. "You'll come with me. Ally or hostage, your choice." he caught the bag of money. "He's with me..." He replied. Ooc: It surprises me greatly o.o Edit...
Pausing, he cocked his head to the side, turning slightly. "What would I get out of it?" He asked, his cyan eyes staring at the large obsidian dome.
