Ooc: lol, alright. I'm more shy in person than on a comp. <--- Got it memorized? :P Leon, lazy as always, tossed his bag into the locker, slammed it shut, turned the knob with quick reflexes, turned, and slumped against the locker, trying to sleep his day away. Sadly, he was at school. So he made the best of it, tightening his leather jacket closer to his body, trying to get comfortable.
Weary of his wandering, the mysterious blind beggar slumped against a tree, located in an odd opening, sleeping his day away, his sakobatou resting against his chest and shoulder.
Ooc: Oh? It would be easier to be a shy person when you really are shy ^^ Leon looked about the school, his head drooping. Why am I here? It's so boring!!! He thought, his bag upon his shoulder extremely heavy, making him droop to the side when he walks with his legs closely packed. He was often picked on when he was younger, and forcefully walked through the hallways with his legs packed together, to escape quickly. Now it became a part of him. He continued to walk, his long brown bangs hiding his face. He passed everyone, heading to his locker, already tired and bored.
Ooc: Oh god! I forgot my manners! I'm so sorry ^^'
Ooc: Well, as bored as I am, I'm thinking about joining... Might as well while my temptation is still at its peak. Name- Leon Haworth (HAY-WORTH) Age- 16 Elective- Art Bio- Silent, mostly bored, and a new student, Leon is a creative guy who has an insane love for tea and manga. His hobbies are mostly around drawing, writing, reading, and video games. He shies away from women, always blushing, and if something pushes him, he'll break the rules and go headlong into a fight. He's mostly seen as wierd, but is a real nice guy who can befriend someone in a heartbeat. Appearance- (Only pic I could find that would suit his description... Kinda '>.>)
The comet was somewhat closer, the huge halo of clouds were ominous, obscuring the mind with chaos. Chaos... What bitter irony... thought the blind beggar, his mind creating an image of the halo of clouds. He could once see, he was once young, adventurous, and a great swordsman. The best swordsman in all the planes! But now, he was old, with an ancient secret that will soon leak out... A secret that would soon shock the world. "The shadows..." he whispered, keeping his ears open for any degree of danger. The sakobatou's scabbard shimmered a pale pink.
"Might as well be your's..." He taunted, standing still as a gust of wind surrounded his being.
Uramasses began the expedition, his long white mane dancing about, around his tortoise shell-like hunch. The sakobatou lead the blind one's way, keeping him from falling into a hole. He snickered, feeling the earth speak to him, the wind whispering their multitudes of secrets into his ears. "We shall be there when night has fallen," he spoke gently, his rasping voice as soft as velvet.
He took note of Rako, shaking his head. "You're in my way..."
He grabbed the windmill-like weapon, feeling its weight, taking note of the blades upon it. He shrugged and slowly walked towards James and the many strange characters. He clutched the giant zanbatou as he strapped the windmill upon his multiple belts.
Seras began to search for the throne room, searching for his New Lord. He was tired and weak, exhausted from travelling through the Darkness. He needed security, needed new clothing, for his current clothing were tattered and torn from travel in the Darkness. "New Lord!" He cried out loudly, walking down the flaming corridors.
"Shadowmoon Wood. There is a High Elven Shrine that this one needs to inspect..." He explained vaguely, using the sakobatou for support. As he stood perfectly tall, he began to lead the way.
"Fine," He spoke with finality, finished with the babbling. He half turned, seeing the fight from beyond.
The mysterious beggar jumped in glee, clapping his heels together, only to succumb again to his ancient age. Raising a robed arm, he gave a cheesy thumbs up. "That's great!"
Uramasses sighed and shook his head. "We need you, mercenary of twilight, to help our cause to stop a Daenon, or Dark God, before he enslaves the world. We may need your aegis and swordplay. Or else... This world will fall under that one's flaming fist..." With a nonchalant shrug, the old beggar, blind as he was, walked away casually, only to trip over his beard and robes. He let out a mournful sigh as he picked himself up. "Damn hunch, feels like twenty tons!" He ranted.
Ooc: The comet is falling from the sky, and will hit the planet in 3 days. A halo of clouds act as a doorway. Uramasses is an ancient hermit who meets his old friend Aveum and together they went to a tavern. Once there, Uramasses told Aveum about the history and about what is to come. They're searching for party members to stop this calamity once it appears. They're getting Blade to be a new recruit. Sessamaru is still not known about or even there. The old beggar tried to get up, but his hunch was too much like a tortoise shell. He had trouble. "Dagnabit! No one is getting hired until this one is back on his feet!" He cried, spinning in circles with each attempt to get up.
With a smile of satisfaction, Uramasses resheathed his sakobatou and walked through the barrier. He stood next to Aveum. "That lad is good with a blade and has powerful aegis. This one believes he's good enough." He whispered, walking back into the barrier, not fazing through it. He let out an "Oof!" and fell to the ground, twitching. "Damned barriers!"
Cyanus turned. "If I take the offer, what then?" He asked, his cold cyan eyes piercing the half demon's soul.
Uramasses swung the sakobatou from a far distance, a stream of his aura flying towards Blade like a blade of a sword. Sharp sakura shrapnels formed within the blade beam, so even if it was blocked, the sakura shrapnels would cut him severely. Ooc: Shrapnels are miniature blades. Due to the aura, the blade shards (shrapnels) have a pink hue, looking like sakuras.
"I'm sorry, but I do not wish to daddle. I have a bounty to collect." Cyanus walked away, staring at James and his opponent. He'll either have to wait or enter the fight. He thought before he got any closer.
