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He didn't uncover any door, unlock any realm portal, or slip away in to an subconscious trance to achieve his arrival here. Rather, it seemed like he'd been spat here from some other force. In he came with a ploom of smoke, a crash, a tumble, and inevitable laugh. The voice was a rumble, multi-layered in tone, demonic. He smelled it, too. Like smoke and ash.
Arashi wasn't one for hiding even if he had the ability to 'blend'. Scarlet colored skin was marked with various splashes of black ink. He had a silver colored face with red horns as if he wore a mask (yet it was no mask at all) and long black hair pulled back in traditional samurai tail. A few beaded bracelets and necklaces adorned him but his clothing was minimal; merely a single item, a very loose pair of ragged and war torn hakama, was wrapped around his waist.
Back upon his feet, smoke exhaled from his nose as he huffed: "well, this is interesting."
Fighting with Raijin. Always an entertaining pastime. Never a good idea. He straightened his back, stretched out an arm in idly movement before letting the hand hook on a hip. Ask a question.
"And what happens when one decides to not ask a question?"
Arashi wasn't one for hiding even if he had the ability to 'blend'. Scarlet colored skin was marked with various splashes of black ink. He had a silver colored face with red horns as if he wore a mask (yet it was no mask at all) and long black hair pulled back in traditional samurai tail. A few beaded bracelets and necklaces adorned him but his clothing was minimal; merely a single item, a very loose pair of ragged and war torn hakama, was wrapped around his waist.
Back upon his feet, smoke exhaled from his nose as he huffed: "well, this is interesting."
Fighting with Raijin. Always an entertaining pastime. Never a good idea. He straightened his back, stretched out an arm in idly movement before letting the hand hook on a hip. Ask a question.
"And what happens when one decides to not ask a question?"