Might take me a while to come up with a good goal, wardenhood being what it is, but I'm still here.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx D A T E April 10th 2018 L O C A T I O N The Hall of Mirrors T A G S @Hero@Scribe of Thoth@Lord Orgasmo@RiverMaiden | It was difficult to parse exactly what Noriaki felt in that moment. It was like a cold fury prickling up and down his spine, one which took a great deal of might to restrain? Animosity, perhaps? It didn't matter. He was never very good with synonyms, or classifying his emotions for that matter. All he knew that it was very, very potent, and directed almost entirely at this stupid cat-eared thing and her innocent act. That much was obvious from the wrath in his devilish eyes. "I fuckin wish it was, believe me," The teen spat, glowering at her as she decided to turn her back to him. It seemed as though addressing the lambs that had followed him into the slaughter was more important to her than continuing her charade with him. He had half a mind to address them as wellβthe little shit with the green hair had decided to deride his appearance of all things, as if she didn't look like a houseplant that had sprouted stumpy legs. Legendary in his restraint, the teen managed to keep himself from shouting her down as well, settling on a fang-filled snarl instead. Yelling at morons all day wasn't going to get them out of there, after all, and he needed to settle this business fast or risk losing his job opportunity. Luckily, the cat-girl's preamble came to a close soon enough, and he found himself filing in after the others as she led the charge through the doorway she had just been so insistent on him not going through. Hands stuffed into the pockets of his newly created jacket, Noriaki brooded quietly as the group made their way towards an eerily familiar looking curtain. Whoever was responsible for this bizarre world certainly had a very distinct set of aesthetics, and it certainly didn't appeal to Noriaki. Talk of dungeons and shadows didn't interest him very much, but what did manage to bring him out of his sulking was the appearance those ugly black blobs. "What a gentleman," He muttered bitterly in response to Mira's assertion as he muscled his way through the assembled students, pulling his hands free from their constraints, "Guess I don't have a choiceβSWORD!" As his voice boomed, he outstretched a hand, half expecting nothing to happen. To his surprise, his command seemed to reach whatever ears it needed to reach; a blaze of azure exploded onto the scene just before his fingers, the radiant blue fire molding itself into suspiciously solid form. He grabbed at the ethereal display, and his digits found purchase, wrapping around the grip of a blade that rapidly appeared amidst the wispy curls of fading flame. He held the wicked looking weapon before him, placing his other hand on the lengthy hilt. As his purple spheres darted between the assembled monsters, there was a strange sense of strength that came along with holding the sword. A confidence in himself that felt as intoxicating as it was empowering. These things weren't half as terrifying as the demon he had faced off with before, and he had survived her just fine. That knowledge spurred him forward. Pushing off his back foot, the teen charged the nearest sphere, reeling his blade back and bringing down in a powerful overhand swing meant to cleave it in two. |
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx D A T E April 10th 2018 L O C A T I O N The Hall of Mirrors T A G S @Hero@Scribe of Thoth@Lord Orgasmo@RiverMaiden | It seemed as though, on that day, Noriaki could do no right. The little bitch had gone through the trouble of luring him and his classmates to this godforsaken place to fight some monster or another, yet when he tried to go do just that so he could go home, she seemed intent on stopping him. If she was so worried about him and his safety, why the hell did she decide he needed to be brought against his will to another mirror?! Had she not warned him to stay away from them the time before? The irate teen yanked his hand from the now cat-eared pest, turning on his heel so he could affix her with another glare. "If a dumb ass like you can kill one of them hundreds of times, I think I can manage once. Besides, who else is gonna do it? That one," He thrust a finger out towards Daigo, the very reason the lot of them had ended up tumbling through the mirror in the face place, "Is seeing things, for fuck's sake. Probably hit his head coming in. I do not have a... tail?" As he berated the girl, the occasional flicker in his peripheral vision had grown more and more noticeable. Only when he bothered to lower his gaze from her face to see what it was did it finally occur to himβa long, slender, spade-tipped tail whipped to-and-fro to his side. One which seemed to lead all the way behind him as he traced its origin with his eyes. "What the fuck are you?!" He exclaimed with wide eyes, grabbing at it as it only continued whipping about in his shock. It took quite a while for him to get a hold on the newly discovered appendage of his, which seemed to have a mind of its own, and even when he did manage to grab it and give it a hard tug, the resulting pain radiating from his tailbone only caused his panic to grow. Why the fuck did he have a tail? Did she think this was some kind of funny joke? Call him a devil and then give him a little cartoon devil tail? What next, a little pair of horns to go with it?! "Do not tell meβGod DAMMIT!" The moments that followed a cursory touch to his forehead were spent spitting a string of profanities, as he reckoned absurdity of these new acquisitions with the dire situation he found himself in. There was vague recognition that their gracious host had been waffling on about something or another to the handful of students who had accompanied him, Daigo among them, but he was too caught up searching his body for any other unwelcome additions to his physiology. He had just finished checking for little wings when the girl spun back around to confront him about obligation. "Responsibility? My fuckin' responsibility is to go to school, go to work, and not break my paro... parent's expectations! I don't owe you anything! Hell, you should be the one owing me! If I hadn't gotten grabbed a few days ago, you'd be a fuckin' corpse by now!" |
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx D A T E April 10th 2018 L O C A T I O N The Hall of Mirrors T A G S @Hero@Scribe of Thoth@Lord Orgasmo@RiverMaiden | "There isn't a we. There's a you and there's a me, and neither are going in the same direction on this!" Noriaki practically snarled his response to the annoying cat girl and her bold claims. It may have been that he was overreacting, but in the bizarre situation he found himself in, it was impossible to remain calm and collected. It didn't help that every word he spoke seemed to bounce off entirely, as if her nonsensical logic made perfect sense and he was the only one who couldn't see. "I don't know who youβNo, no! Do not do that! Do not make me glow!" The teen battered away her hand as she prodded at him, dispelling whatever weird fiery mage she decided to call forth. He was at the end of his rope at that point, especially with her deciding to play dumb about their previous encounter. He fucking wished they hadn't seen each other before. He extended a finger of his own, jabbing it into her collarbone to put the point across. "Y'know what? Good. You don't know me. I don't know you. We're going to keep it that way, and after this, you're not coming to my school to bother me. I'm going to go figure out a way out of this place, because apparently," He paused, to jerk a finger over his shoulder at the mirror that had brought them, "That one isn't going to take us back. Because of course it isn't. That would be too fuckin' easy to be the case." With that, the devil-tailed lad brushed his way past the mystery girl who had been the source of so much of his anger, and started off towards the door at the end of the hallway. He had done his part in trying to rescue Hinari, and if the girl was so insistent on dragging the others into this, she could take care of protecting them from Miss Handsy. The hallway they were in did resemble the one from Sunday night, so wherever it led couldn't have been that much different from the stage he ended up on before. He just had to go in, find another mirror, and step through it. Hopefully he wouldn't run into any demons on the way, but if he did, well... he was sure that smug little angel brat would come back to snap their swords. Probably. |