*Applying for Yellow King*
Makoto Guroi
Age:
•17
Brain Burst Installed/Burst Linker?:
•Yes
Avatar Appearance
Dueling Avatar Name:
•Sunshine Nephilim
Dueling Avatar Appearance
Rank:
• King
• Lvl 9
Legion?:
• Sunrise
Other:
Sera Kennithson
Sera's reaction was quick, almost instinctively activating her magic which was a new feat to say the least, usually it required intensive concentration. The two knives she owned burst out of her bag and circled her coming to a floating rest pointed at the newcomer. Perhaps it was because she had already enchanted the two weapons? She would have to experiment with it later... after she fixed the hole they had caused. What to do next didn't come so naturally, she sort of sat there for a moment or two. And then she threw what remained of her coffee over him, yelling "And who in the hell are you!" as she did so.
P R I S M
The pink-haired boy, the one Mikkish had been fighting, appeared out of nowhere and began speaking about how he was interested in learning blood magic. The surprise hadn't hit Prism as intensely as it had Sera as she had been feeling another life force following them around, but she hadn't expected it to be him. Or another human being.
Sera had whirled around, weapon ready, and the commotion had attracted the eyes of the cafe's patrons. Grimacing to herself, Prism stood slowly and placed a hand on Sera's shoulder. "You might wanna drop that. He's not here to cause trouble, although I think we may have overstayed our welcome here." She let her gaze wander around their little group before settling on Jacket. "Seriously, I think the owner has a shotgun in there. Unless you want a mouthful of shells, I recommend we go out, do our business, and settle grievances when we're not inside a place that could burn to the ground."
Her body hummed with adrenaline that begged to be released. She knew that with the lack of fighting, she would have to devote this excess of energy to working out. A light groan escaped her lips. That would be boring as hell. The wait had better be worth it.
"Seriously, I think the owner has a shotgun in there. Unless you want a mouthful of shells, I recommend we go out, do our business, and settle grievances when we're not inside a place that could burn to the ground."