Dusty

Demon Slayer: Era of Destruction

I have a feeling you are about to be flooded by interested individuals, though on that note I would like to say... FIRST!

Also, do you have an idea of what State this fictional city will be set in?

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@Dusty Your post seems to have more than a few mistakes that make it confusing to read. Like, y'know, the fact that Isana doesn't have any car.

Maybe you should take a look at it and see if you meant what you wrote.

@KoL

My bad, I meant to put Sorano.

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Soga Emishro

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The woodland environment created a familiar, if somewhat foreboding green wall of plant life, being the first separation from Ayabukuro and the cold mountain wilderness beyond. Here in the calm stillness all knowledge of the city might have just been an energetic dream, broken at last by the crisp air, and lingering quiet. The constant chatter and sounds of city life that Emishro had already began to zone out faded with every step their small party took from the train station. Crossing patches of cultivated grass swards, beneath park trimmed trees, they entered into the rugged forest proper beyond. Across a small parking lot, they rendezvoused with the rest of their Club by Sorano’s jeep, parked on the edge of a tourist path, seemingly abandoned at that early evening hour leaving the seven them alone. Except for Sensei-Kazama, though Emishro could not see him, and could not say whether their Sensei would be joining them directly or watching quietly from the sidelines.

An eagerness hung over them, anyone could sense it, and Emishro was not about to wait a second more. Giving the parking lot one last look over to ensure their continued privacy Emishro slipped his spectacles off his nose, folding each delicate arm in turn before slipping the glasses into his jacket pocket. The effect was immediate. Emishro’s heart rate slowed, each beat sounding louder and louder in his enhanced hearing, until it grew and intermingled with seven heartbeats of his surrounding clubmates. His vision sharpened, every detail becoming obvious and forging a world whose brilliance made his previous magically void experience seem dull by comparison. Blood flowed through his limbs, energizing them until Emishro flexed his fingers, feeling a new strength there, like he could crush anything with a pincer grip. He waited, allowing the brief high to wash away as his body adjusted. Not for the first time his internal subjective mind wondered why it ever let his objective consciousness smother this feeling of power behind the limiter. He could take the glasses even now, smash them to dust and be free of that lifeless, boring world he’d left behind!

Emishro took control at once, staying his wayward hand, not allowing the euphoria to dictate his actions. He recalled the first lessons his mother had given him, to be in command, always at the wheel and in perfect harmony with his senses. He took a deep breath, relaxing his pent-up muscles which longed to spring into action and run, or climb, or do something. He looked to the others, seeing them all in various states of anticipation, he could practically smell the excitement off some of them, though it was weak compared to the heavy aroma of maple from the nearby trees.

“Should we…?” Emishro frowned, without Kazama-Sensei they did not have a leader. Or at least not one he knew of. No one to step up and take command, to give orders and instructions. He knew how to fight, and how to sneak and act, but the actual hunting part was new territory. He glanced from one Hunter to the next, wondering which one would take charge, and whether the other veterans would adhere. Somehow, he couldn’t image Yayoi or Isana follow each other’s orders willingly. Jack was new, like himself and ruled out. His gaze went to Seishiro and Sorano. Both seemed likely to him, though he would have to get to know them better to be certain. He stopped at Shuro, she had been a reluctant leader already, allowing the rookies to accompany her, showing the way to the train. Reluctant though and more of a loner, Emishro and Keiji had moved to a different part of the train car to give her space. Keiji perhaps? The two of them had been engrossed in conversation on the ride, and already Emishro quite liked the younger hunter. He was smart, and easy to talk to and ever since he shook Emishro’s hand back at the club room the two had been getting along rather well.

Uncertain, but curious Emishro waited. Maybe they already had a chosen leader, or maybe everyone acted individually of one another. He would have to wait and see.

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@Tomaru Would it be acceptable if I imply in my post that Keiji and Emishro chat while on the train ride over? Just idle small talk or whatever, getting to know one another.

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I'd like to put a reservation on Jeffery Pace's daughter, the Oil Tycoon. Also, would it be possible to drop the age down to seventeen?

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Are we gonna be skipping forward slightly, or just continuing on from where we're at?

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Soga Emishro

_{Talks To: @GingerBoi123 @TheWindel}

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The forthcoming answers did little to assuage Emishro’s concerns. They, in accordance to Hunter doctrine would err on the side of a dead youkai, rather than pursue the question of motive further. Perhaps they were correct in that mindset, after all most of them had been fighting the supernatural beings since the age of fourteen, while he himself hadn’t so much as seen one. Only the brief descriptions from his mother, and the papers clutched in his hands at that moment gave him insight into the mysterious youkai. Emishro glanced down at the mantis’ name, marked in standard ink upon the page. Shuro’s and Isana’s suggestions were earnest to be sure, but how likely would it be that he could talk to Gin? Wouldn’t the Bakekonchu resist their efforts to kill the hive leader Kumogori? Or would Gin stand by and do nothing as justice was dealt? Emishro did not know much about Bakekonchu, but surely a member of a communal species wouldn’t allow its leader and hive-mates to be slaughtered while holding a conversation explaining his actions with some curious human child. The whole thing sounded ridiculous Emishro’s head. Kazama-Sensei’s uncertain guess at an explanation would probably be the best answer Emishro was going to get, and it weighed heavily on his young mind. Would it be right to kill the burgeoning colony, Gin, Kumogori, and all the others on the basis of a probable threat? No jury, no judge, only young executioners following orders.

Nevertheless, Emishro kept his reservations to himself. He was new, the rookie, what did he know compared to these more experienced hunters? His reputation was already on thin ice and mumbling about moral objections about creatures who could very well be planning the mass slaughter of innocents surely wouldn’t help his case.

Outwardly Emishro frowned and nodded, acting as if it all made sense to him now and he had no further questions. “If I can, I shall surely follow your advice.” He said simply, giving Shuro the quickest of glances before forcing his eyes to rest somewhere else, anywhere else and that happened to be the foreigner. He was a Westerner, that much was obvious. Emishro had seen enough television to recognize the accent as that of an English speaker, though whether that meant Oceania, the English Isles, or America he could not say. Giving a good-natured laugh he rested a friendly hand on Jack’s shoulder. He’d heard somewhere Westerners appreciated physical contact. Or was it some other culture?

Crud! Too late now.

“You and I can be lost together friend; I have no idea how to navigate these streets. I’m Emishro by the way.” Emishro said, trying his best to keep the introduction from slipping into awkward territory. He discreetly slid his hand off Jack’s shoulder clasping both of his hands behind his back. “Best we stick to someone more streetwise than us, erm, if you don’t mind of course?” The last part being directed at both Shuro and Jack. Talking to people had always been so easy back home, where he’d known every one of his neighbors. This was different somehow, new territory that left him feeling nervous and awkward like he’d never felt before. Taking a deep breath Emishro released the pent-up energy with a silent exhale, trying to convince his body and mind to relax. He was here, meeting other Hunters, and about to set off to go fight Youkai as he had always dreamed. Things could be worse, he just needed to get out of his own head, that was all.

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Soga Emishro

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Despite his initial wariness and embarrassment by his haggard entrance only compounded by Kazama’s gentle chiding, Emishro’s interest was immediately piqued by the instructor’s straight forward attitude. There would be no beating around the bush it seemed. Nervous eagerness filled Emishro melting away his shyness like spring snow; this was why he was here, to fight youkai and follow his ancestors’ footsteps. He approached the teacher's desk at once, shuffling through the offered papers. reading the different variables, facts and known components to himself.

“Why would Gin break contact, and suddenly start disobeying Hunter Mandate.” He asked Kazama suddenly, after finishing Gin’s small portion of the file. That part stuck out to Emishro for some reason, worrying him, yet he simply could not think of why. “He’s been here cooperating, and even being helpful longer than I’ve been alive. Wouldn’t he know what happens to Youkai that do such things?” He looked to some of the more experienced members, concern evident in his tone. “Surely this isn't a normal occurrence?”

Hivemind

This seems really cool, I think I'll join in.

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Who're we missing?