Life's a Game But it's Not Fair, I Break the Rules so I don't Care
[ WHO ] : Rubi Malone and Shiki
[ WHERE ]: By the Vegetable Patch
[ WHEN ]: November 3rd
[ OPEN/CLOSED? ]: Open for spectators
[ RATING ]: PG-13
[ WARNINGS ]: Swearing, fighting, the whole kit and kaboodle
[ NOTES ]: Shiki's new in town and already trying to be top dog - Picking a fight with Rubi is something he might just regret.
Shiki swiftly left the apartment building heading towards the Vegetable patch. Map in hand thanks to the Jigoberry. A brisk pace made him seem almost like another creeping shadow to bystanders. He wouldn't bother with interrogating them for information about where he was right now, the only thing on his mind was proving to that arrogant girl who was the true warrior. He prided himself on his ability. Never again would he be spared and looked at like an insignificant insect never.
The doors to the apartments were pushed open heftily, even if it didn't require much strength on his part at all he still needed to get something pumping the adrenaline through his system. Anything to keep it responsive, the last thing he needed was for--
He interrupted his train of thought again; the more he thought about it the more it unsettled him. It hadn't been bad lately, which was a bonus for him. He frowned heavily as he saw the scarecrow - the weakling Rubi had been taunting earlier. It made a disgruntled noise at him maybe still weak from its encounter with Rubi. It didn't matter to him, it was challenging him who was he to turn it down?
Without another thought, one fluid motion and he'd unsheathed his katana, decapitated it and then began hacking it to bits. Knowing this place it wouldn't last long but he didn't care much. Just another insect. His red eyes gleamed with joy at the sight of it - a messy lump of hay and material. Good. He sheathed his sword once more and leant on the nearest object he could find, a fence post in this case; he folded his arms and seemed to snarl at seemingly nothing.
He did so loathe being made to wait... .
[ WHERE ]: By the Vegetable Patch
[ WHEN ]: November 3rd
[ OPEN/CLOSED? ]: Open for spectators
[ RATING ]: PG-13
[ WARNINGS ]: Swearing, fighting, the whole kit and kaboodle
[ NOTES ]: Shiki's new in town and already trying to be top dog - Picking a fight with Rubi is something he might just regret.
Shiki swiftly left the apartment building heading towards the Vegetable patch. Map in hand thanks to the Jigoberry. A brisk pace made him seem almost like another creeping shadow to bystanders. He wouldn't bother with interrogating them for information about where he was right now, the only thing on his mind was proving to that arrogant girl who was the true warrior. He prided himself on his ability. Never again would he be spared and looked at like an insignificant insect never.
The doors to the apartments were pushed open heftily, even if it didn't require much strength on his part at all he still needed to get something pumping the adrenaline through his system. Anything to keep it responsive, the last thing he needed was for--
He interrupted his train of thought again; the more he thought about it the more it unsettled him. It hadn't been bad lately, which was a bonus for him. He frowned heavily as he saw the scarecrow - the weakling Rubi had been taunting earlier. It made a disgruntled noise at him maybe still weak from its encounter with Rubi. It didn't matter to him, it was challenging him who was he to turn it down?
Without another thought, one fluid motion and he'd unsheathed his katana, decapitated it and then began hacking it to bits. Knowing this place it wouldn't last long but he didn't care much. Just another insect. His red eyes gleamed with joy at the sight of it - a messy lump of hay and material. Good. He sheathed his sword once more and leant on the nearest object he could find, a fence post in this case; he folded his arms and seemed to snarl at seemingly nothing.
He did so loathe being made to wait... .