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 Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2017 12:47 am
It's extremely cold here, although not deadly, the temperature here is extremely different from what the other location had to offer. Snow seemingly endlessly fall, overhead could be seen a large mountain blanked in white. A single wide bridge is the only method of moving forward, at the very end can be seen a large entrance constructed out of stone that leads inside the mountain. A warmth could be felt once you grow closer and closer to the entrance of the mountain. Below the bridge is a deep fall, death is unavoidable if one were to fall from such a height. Entering through the entrance leads one down a lengthy passageway towards a shut frozen steel gate.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2017 5:52 pm
It seemed like he'd hit a sensitive spot when he mentioned how they didn't seem to get along. Masamune... they were spider people who used magnets. He knew about them. But the other groups? He wasn't clear on. And this was the first he'd heard of the "originals." Though he didn't probe any further. This was a guy he really didn't want to piss off.
Maguro was hit by a burst of cold suddenly as the door was opened. Damn it! He should have just transformed into Nipi again... Now he had to go out in that cold without any clothes.
He held his arms close to himself for warmth and set off across the bridge. His feet were especially cold... well, he just had to get out of sight quickly and he would be able to set himself on fire. "H-h-how much further is it?" He asked through chattering teeth.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2017 6:52 pm
Unphased by the frigid winds, the harsh cold that kissed his exposed skin seemed like nothing more than annoying fruit-flies if anything. Takuma mostly kept to himself throughout the walk, lost in thought as he continued down to the bridge along with Maguro's Invisible body. The Masamune seemingly only glanced around just to verify his environment, his arms still crossed. Nearing the bridge, Takuma let out a sharp and long exhale, a wisp of cloud filling the air as his eyes winced from the reflecting sunlight. "Ya' aint ta' resistant ta' cold, huh?" Takuma sneered silently, glancing across the lengthy bridge. "We're here, just beyond ta' bridge my crew and partna are ter'." Takuma continued onward further, only walking for three meters until a voice rang between the Masamune and the Uzumaki.... ▐░ ▒▐░ ▒▐░ ▒▐░ ▒▐░ ▒▐░ ▒▐░ ▒▐░ ▒▐░ ▒▐░ ▒▐░ ▒▐░ ▒▐░ ▒▐░ ▒▐░ ▒▐░ ▒▐░ ▒▐░ ▒▐░ ▒▐░ ▒▐░ ▒▐░ ▒ –»𝒩𝒶𝓂𝑒:Denki Muramasa –»𝑅𝒶𝓃𝓀:S ( ⁂ )▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
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A voice rang out, a warm tone that seemingly burned with hellfire as it vibrated through their ears. As if their innards were combusting into flames spontaneously, their flesh melting from the reaction as the voice grew closer and somehow... Louder, repeating over, and over, and over. The sensation on playback, a sickening and crude replay of mental and physical torment. A hot hand reached out to Maguro's right shoulder, a tight grip would occur had the male remained petrified. From the forearm, large patches of his skin that are purple and deeply wrinkled. The borders between those areas and the rest of his smooth and pale skin appear to be held together by crude surgical staples and stitches. Rows of stitches extend from the corners of his mouth to above his ears, giving him somewhat of a permanent grin. His eyes are also heavily lidded.
The tall male, nearly the same height as Takuma perched down as positioned his head next to Maguro's invisible body, glancing forward at the Masamune who only glared back. Their eyes locked, this wasn't a shared interaction between mere cannibalistic beast, no wild animal could contest against such intensity, no petty demon could remotely mimic such pressure. What Maguro stood between was far more than a hurricane, rather, this was an anomaly, a catastrophic level of pure, uncensored bloodlust on a biblical level. An ant stood between beings far greater than a Devil. "I'm impressed, to think such a meathead like yourself managed to save the So-Called Vessel... Even without the aid of your motley-crew." The mysterious male spoke out, his words like acid spewed towards Takuma and the latter retorting with a wide grin. "Ta' little c**t finally showing his ugly face." Takuma chuckled, the other responding equally as he released his grip on Maguro.
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2017 6:08 pm
Maguro was listening to Takuma and was about to respond when suddenly saw his nose in front his face again. He was visible! And then he felt the hand and turned to... this creepy-a** guy! He just stared into the guy's eyes trying to match his intensity and failing miserably.
Well... since he was visible now anyway...He made some hand-signs and called out "Furious Lizard Flame Conversation!" He.suddenly was surrounded by flames. Standing so close, the Muramasa would feel intense heat. "Heh. Of course I've prepared for the cold. I was able to manifest this fire with only my determination. Auras that can only do the basic thing of striking fear into people are so weak..." Of course, this was actually just his ninjutsu, but it did appear as an "aura" around his body as if he were powering up.
He looked down, then his face flushed red. s**t! he forgot that he was naked!
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2017 10:06 pm
Takuma stared quietly as Maguro shrouded himself in what appeared to beflame, Takuma instinctively took a step back, not because of the threat but naturally as a Masamune... Flames weren't his best of friends. A slight whistle left Takuma's lips as he smiled at Maguro. "Damn, boy, didn't kno' ya' can spit fire like ta'." The male snickered after his words, his eyes glancing at Denki who had retained his hands on Maguro's shoulder... Unsurprising for the Masamune that his counterpart, a Muramasa, was unaffected by the hazardous flames emitting from Maguro's person. Takuma sighed heavily, glancing over his shoulder as he spoke. "Look, this ain't ta' place for chit-chat, we should get to ta' crib." Takuma's glance turned to Denki briefly. ▐░ ▒▐░ ▒▐░ ▒▐░ ▒▐░ ▒▐░ ▒▐░ ▒▐░ ▒▐░ ▒▐░ ▒▐░ ▒▐░ ▒▐░ ▒▐░ ▒▐░ ▒▐░ ▒▐░ ▒▐░ ▒▐░ ▒▐░ ▒▐░ ▒▐░ ▒ –»𝒩𝒶𝓂𝑒:Denki Muramasa –»𝑅𝒶𝓃𝓀:S ( ⁂ )▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
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Denki glanced at the bright flames that shrouded Maguro, unaffected by its heat. Denki silently listened to Takuma's words, though his eyes glanced back at Maguro's exposed body prior to responding to the Masamune."You're right, we should also do something about your friend's exposed body..." Denki gestured towards Maguro's figure, Takuma only responding by immediately averting his eyes from the male's privates. Denki removed his hand from Maguro's body, his eyes glancing at the distance for a brief moment. Had anyone glanced at the stitched Muramasa, one would notice his left eye glowing, the sclera turning black as he spoke. "We're heading somewhere safe, far away from Shinto's grasp.... We can also get you some clothing while we're there." Following his last words, a visible crack could be seen in the air, expending more and more like fissures until the barrier that seemingly separated them from some rural Town was visible. Takuma was the first to walk through the apparent wrap-gate, Denki following soon after.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2017 7:20 am
“Yes, it’s a very scillinting power, isn’t it?” He said to Takuma, in his most haughty intelligent-sounding voice.
Maguro glanced at the guy who still had his hand on his shoulder. The last person who had walked through his flames was Virgil using creation rebirth. That was very different situation. His flames were much more powerful back then and Virgil had nearly died… but this guy should at least be burned. The fact that he wasn’t was unnerving. “But yeah, I’m up for getting some clothing. This gets embarrassing even for me after a while…”
He peered through the fissures in reality. He was used to this kind of thing. The Goddess used to send him through all kinds of fissures in reality. How the hell was he even still alive after doing insane stuff like that when so many stronger and better men had died? Well… like now, it was always because of someone swooping in to save him. This bothered him, but it had bothered him much worse back then before the cult.
He pinched his nose with his fingers, held his breath, and jumped through the portal.
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