204th Oro//Accidental Voice
[A small scuffle is heard--rustling fabric, the clinking of a sheathed sword, a choked off gasp--and a slight crack. The rustling continues, including some choked off sounds before a quiet, venomous voice comes out.]
Who are you. How did I get here. And where are my swords.
[ooc; aaaaaaaaaaand we have 'when we were dumb'. Kenshin is in the mindset of the bakumatsu--meaning Battousai is on the loose--and... didn't react very well to waking up with Kenji in his personal space :/ He'll eventually respond to comments we shall pretend the curse allows that...... after he's done freaking out at... his apparent double...]
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[Eyes snap open as something just seems wrong--and just as instantly he realizes that he is not only in the presence of another person, but appears to be sitting in said person's lap...]
[Doesn't think, just moves, getting some minute distance between himself and the other figure--one sword visible, sheathed, no other ki in the room, though there are other people in whatever building he was in--and dives back in, he can sense the weight of his daishou missing from his belt and so goes to disarm the figure, one hand going for the sword, the other for the figure's throat.]
[The other figure seized up, stubbornly holding the sword against his shoulder--but that didn't matter--so long as the sword couldn't be drawn that was the important part. His fingers closed around their throat and he all but threw them to the floor, their head meeting the floor with a slight crack.]
[His words come out in a venomous hiss, tailed by an overwhelming blossom of angry killing ki.]
Who are you. How did I get here. And where are my swords.
Who are you. How did I get here. And where are my swords.
[ooc; aaaaaaaaaaand we have 'when we were dumb'. Kenshin is in the mindset of the bakumatsu--meaning Battousai is on the loose--and... didn't react very well to waking up with Kenji in his personal space :/ He'll eventually respond to comments we shall pretend the curse allows that...... after he's done freaking out at... his apparent double...]
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[Eyes snap open as something just seems wrong--and just as instantly he realizes that he is not only in the presence of another person, but appears to be sitting in said person's lap...]
[Doesn't think, just moves, getting some minute distance between himself and the other figure--one sword visible, sheathed, no other ki in the room, though there are other people in whatever building he was in--and dives back in, he can sense the weight of his daishou missing from his belt and so goes to disarm the figure, one hand going for the sword, the other for the figure's throat.]
[The other figure seized up, stubbornly holding the sword against his shoulder--but that didn't matter--so long as the sword couldn't be drawn that was the important part. His fingers closed around their throat and he all but threw them to the floor, their head meeting the floor with a slight crack.]
[His words come out in a venomous hiss, tailed by an overwhelming blossom of angry killing ki.]
Who are you. How did I get here. And where are my swords.