Quickly, Uramasses parried and countered. Swinging the blade downward, then snaking it under, using the guard to stop the blade, and quickly pulled the sword, the reverse side slapping the Twilight Blader. ooc: alright. Sais. She misspelled the word. They're small dagger like weapons. Elektra uses them, Raphael from TMNT uses them, and... I dunno who else.
The old man heard the steps, and measured the time and distance. He prepared to swing the reversed-blade sword, but "accidentally" tripped, dodging the charge. "Dagnabit!" He cursed, his aura picking him up and turning him around. "Bloody robes..." he mocked, smiling. He laughed. "Time to get serious, that it is..." he whispered, getting into a foreign stance. He waited.
His brow became arched, listening intently. "I am but a mercenary. I am a lone wolf." He turned. "I will take my leave, and I will forget our conflict." He spoke over his shoulders.
Ooc: You'll be surprised a lot in this RP, then :P Uramasses smiled, the aura unfolding in streams of life. The soft, velvety pink aura smelled of sakuras, and the fumes were intoxicating. "Strike this one as quickly as you can, and don't let this one's handicap distract you." He spoke, the chains bursting into cherry blossoms.
His hobby was to collect weapons, and this weapon caught his mind. But, he did not lower his guard. "What do you propose?" Cyanus asked, his voice deathly cold. He couldn't trust this half demon.
"Halt, Twilight Blader!" Shouted the old man, his hand upon the hilt of Sakura, his beloved sakobatou. A surge of power arose around him. A soft pink aura that smelled of sakuras. Ooc: Sakuras are cherry blossoms, btw.
The blind beggar chuckled. His sensitive ears heard the threat. "Very good, indeed..." He waited.
"Do as this young man says, or there would be terrible consequences," whispered Uramasses, his voice grave, but his smile fixed, as if warning a child kindly. He continuously tapped the sakubatou, the chains jiggling.
"This one has heard of such a young whippersnapper. This one is not as weak as you think. Allow him to demonstrate... Erm... Once we find this young 'Twilight Blader'." He half coughed, half chuckled. He got up, walking out of the tavern, leaning upon the chained sakobatou, his long white hair dancing to and fro.
The blind beggar let out a coughing-laugh, blood dribbling down his pale lips. "No, no! There are us, but we need other's." He continued his laughing, lightening the mood with more tea. He practically drained the cup.
"Stalking the shadows, more likely. This one knows not the extent of the Chosen One, but if there are powerful beings who can equal the lost one's power, many would have a chance to defeat the Daenon's power." He rasped, drinking his tea.
Ooc: lol, alright :P Yea, I'm going to make a summary after an important event happens. You know, sort of like a bookmark. "Gilgamesh can not be ressurrected. He has already been reincarnated seven aeons ago." He spoke softly. "His incarnation has vanished. He has never been seen, his name unknown." He added, his voice somber, almost reminiscing. The old blind man finished his meal, and asked for more tea.
Cyanus released the vacuums, relieving them unto Jacob. He walked away. Then turned, banishing the vacuums immediately "Lesser demon... That is all you are." He held his large blade against his shoulder, awaiting a response of any kind.
"Long ago, in a world named Dhar'Khania, there was a god named Ragnarok. He was a cold one, that he was... His powers exceeded the limits of Balance. He interfered with the affairs of mortals, especially the Forgotten. Against the laws of Gods, the Grand God suffered a lethal blow by Babylon, the strongest Daetys Blade created. Gilgamesh saved the world with Babylon, banishing the god. But, as a trick, the cocoon of darkness began shifting planes, eventually ending up in this one, where he shall fall and create a new kingdom, enslaving all mortals. As vague as it seems..." He paused, choking. He beat his chest harshly, eventually coughing up the lump of elk steak. "Much better. Now where was this one? Oh, yes, right... But what he can do is beyond even mortal expectations..."
OOC: Lol, no. Uramasses... I'll have to upload a pic. He's one of a kind. "The falling comet of a long forgotten god from the First Planes?" He asked, pretending to guess. A cocky smile came through, his hand moving away his bangs, mostly from his lips. The waitress returned with their tea and Uramasses food. He began to eat, drinking his hot tea without cooling it. He didn't feel the burn.
The old, blind beggar smiled "That you did." He replied. Uramasses heard the young woman leave with their orders, his mind now distant. He sat their quietly, thinking about the many hours ahead of them before...
Ooc: It's an actual hunch :P The old man snickered. "Yes, yes. You've always been kind to this one." The waitress of the tavern walked towards them, her hair auburn, her eyes shimmering blue like water. She was thin and young, and beautiful for a human. "What do you fine sirs want for breakfast?" She asked, holding the wooden tray. "Hot green tree and your finest Elk Steak!" Cried Uramasses with glee.
A smile spread across the beggar's face. He entered the restraunt, looking for a decent table. He sat down, awaiting for his friend. "Aveum, this one wishes to thank you for such a kind cause." He cackled, his rasping voice pure and musical, even though it was ancient and old. His voice was an ode within the tavern, but, many were out of range to be enchanted.
The old man turned his head, the straw hat still shadowing his face "Aveum?" He asked, his beard swaying, his voice still rasping. Uramasses scratched his beard. "This one needs food," He implied, referring to himself. Ooc: lol, alright :P (I'm not going to throw Sessamaru in until later '>.>)
Already leaving the forest he had entered, Uramasses continued to walk ahead, his sakobatou being his cane and walking stick. The elderly being continued to walk, heading towards a city. The folds of his robes and cloak began to ruffle in the ominous wind. "Three day is all this one has..." He whispered over and over. He got closer to the city, lightening his mood, almost like he switched masks. Dawn was arising, the sickly green sun glaring dimly. The comet still had a halo of clouds hanging about, almost like a door way. The old man began his hysterical rantings. "Dagnabit! This one needs food! He's blind! He could die!" He cried as people exitted their houses to work.
