鬼刃-DemonBlade: A Private One x One

[Xx Damian xX]

This is is a private roleplay thread between ValorKitty and myself. Please, DO NOT post here unless you are one of us. Feel free to read and follow along, though.

Plot:
DemonBlade: In a fantasy world similar to feudal Japan, certain swordsmen make pacts with demons in exchange for power and skill. These swordsmen are known as Demonblades. As a repercussion, the demons take up residence in the warrior's souls where they chip away at their host's sanity, waiting for an opportunity to take over. With a powerful lord blazing a trail of conquest through the land, its up to one of the fabled Demonblades and a simple priestess to stop him.

[ValorKitty]

Matsudaira Kiyo

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A young woman sat complacently on the temple's steps. She was clearly avoiding her duties. That's what the broom tossed into the bushes implied, at least. Propping her head up, elbows on her knees, she sighed and looked into the distance towards the village. The shrine wasn't exactly remote, but it made it hard to sneak off into the city without her absence being noticed.

It seemed like Kiyo had done nothing but sweep and clean since the day she arrived, and she was thoroughly sick of it. How could such a barren shrine accumulate so much dirt. Maybe she could manage to slip away for an hour or two. Just long enough to clear her head.

Grabbing the broom almost reflexively, the priestess crept down the stairs, looking over her shoulder occasionally. The coast seemed clear enough, so with a smile on her face she trotted into the village.

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((OOC; Gah! I'm sorry this took so long. Everyone suddenly logged on at once :'D. I'll be introducing the other character in my next post.))

[Xx Damian xX]

ĸenιcнιro aмano 『健一郎 天野』

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It was apparent that even walking through a village was a difficult thing to do these days, especially since the young samurai could sense that he was being followed. Whatever happened to being discreet? And did they have any idea who they were shadowing? He knew what they wanted...the ornately decorated katana, as well as his high-quality clothing. His clothing was equal to that of a lord's, and it was made of the finest silks.

Silently, the young man walked onward as if he hadn't noticed his followers, though he had a few throwing daggers in his sleeves as he walked with his hands tucked within them. He was ruthless in battle, which is where his nickname, the "Amano Dragon," came from. Kenichiro Amano, the son of the lord of the domain Maruyama, Heishiro Amano. He was pretty sure something was about to go down, and he could feel the cold hand of death casting its shadow over the area. Who was going to die? All he knew is that it wasn't him.

Finally the Amano Dragon stopped in his tracks, looking over his shoulder slowly as he slid his hand down to his beautifully-decorated sword. It was obvious that it wasn't meant to be used for fighting, even though it was expertly crafted.

[]It's okay. I was just browsing forums anyway. But I am going to head to bed now. Do you mind if we continue this tomorrow? I work retail and need to get some sleep. Tis 4:40 AM here.[]

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『天野龍』 αmαnσ drαgσn

[ValorKitty]

Satoshi Hokkaido

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Satoshi stretched casually, closing one eye but keeping the other on his target. He made no effort to conceal his demon's aura, and the dark-haired fellow in front of him had surely noticed his presence by now. At least he hoped his target noticed. If not, this would be quite a boring errand. Actually, after hours of walking, the errand was already boring.

I can feel you getting hasty. A voice rumbled from deep within his mind. Let's not rush in and leave a mess like last time.

The warrior rolled his eyes and did his best to ignore the voice. After all, he was in charge here. Not the yokai. Cracking a grin, he reached for the hilt of his own sword. It wasn't quite as fancy as his target's, but it was still finely crafted. Why his master made such a fuss over that gaudy katana was beyond him.

Kiyo Matsudaira

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Things in the village weren't as pleasant as she imagined. There was a distinct feeling of menace lingering in the air. Even the weather seemed gloomier here, and it was beginning to smell like rain. There weren't even many people on the streets today, where as they were usually out buying and selling goods.

Maybe it's the weather... she wondered.

Or maybe it had more to do with the samurai and the silver-haired drifter following him. Kiyo didn't like the feel of either of their auras. She kept a close eye on them from the opposite side of the street, careful not to call attention to herself. Perhaps she was worried over nothing.

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(( OOC; That's alright with me ;]. It was about 5-6 am where I am, so I had to sleep too lol. Plus, my posts tend to suck that early in the morning. >.>;; ))

[Xx Damian xX]

ĸenιcнιro aмano 『健一郎 天野』

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Kenichiro's hand gripped the hilt of his overly-decorated katana, flicking it open slightly with his thumb as he turned to face his pursuer. He remained calm, it wasn't like he hadn't had something like this happen to him before, and even though his blade was exquisitely made, he was sure that his follower could smell the blood from it.

The aura of this silver-haired swordsman was definitely thick, almost sickening to those who didn't have a bit of power themselves. He'd been suppressing his own aura. Which meant that he was pretty sure that this guy, who was clearly another DemonBlade, had no idea of the extent of his abilities.

"I guess it's about time you show this one who he's messing with..." The voice within stated, the creature within him finally making its presence known to the swordsman. And with that, Kenichiro tilted his neck to the sides, the bones cracking in an almost sickening manner. Seemed it was time to go to work.

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『天野龍』 αmαnσ drαgσn