[THREAD; CLOSED]
Who: Senji Kiyomasa [fearsmoe] and Belphegor [principe_cieco].
Where: The slaughterhouse.
When: After this thread.
Summary: Senji wants to fight the prince. ♥
Rating: R for violence, swearing.
Other: Shit yeah, final boss fight! CUE THEME MUSIC!
Upon arriving to the slaughterhouse, Senji actually was starting to have some second thoughts. His hand settled on the back of his neck, rubbing it in a sheepish manner. Taking his sight away from the front door, he tilted his head up to the sky instead with hand still on his neck - pushing down some goosebumps and small hairs that had decided to make themselves known. This did not seem like one of his brighter ideas for where would be the best place to have their little fight. People tended to avoid this place after the murders that had taken place. Even he avoided it, for the most part. Standing outside the building, he could just feel the malice of the place bombarding every sense. It was different from going into a ring to fight. There was just something inherently evil about the place that he couldn't quite put his finger on.
The mess of human flesh and other unmentionables as the "welcoming mat" might have had something to do with that. His foot shot out to kick it a few times, like he was expecting it to get up and gnaw on his leg as soon as he passed. Without much warning, the fear and anxiety that was radiating from his body melted away; it began to change to excitement and, yes, joy. What was he thinking before? This was a great place to have his fight with the little princeling. "Shouda asked that other guy if he wanted to come, too." That other person understood how fun it was to fight, too. It would be a nice free-for-all; the chaos of the battle between the three would have been fun. "But then how would we know which one actually took the other out?" Throwing his head back, he began to laugh to himself.
A crazed look plastered over his face as he kicked the front door down. He was excited for the battle about as much as he was to actually be in the slaughterhouse. Hopefully that prince was going to be worth his time and not turn out to be some brat who claimed to be better, stronger than what he was. That would be real boring for him. "And after I chose such a great place to fight in. You better not waste my time, brat." Screaming this through the empty slaughterhouse, Senji heard his voice echo around every corner of the building. He wasn't even sure if the guy was here yet, but it wasn't just for his opponent's benefit. This place wasn't exactly right and so he forced himself to stay in the moment rather than think about where he was.
The smell of old blood still hanged in the air. It was all well and good to splatter some red around, but the way it smelled, looked as it gleamed slightly off the walls when the light hit it right, it wasn't natural. The feeling of the place wasn't like one after a good old fight. No, this was because someone wanted those trapped with them to suffer, to cry. Scratching his nose, Senji took a moment to spit on the floor as he continued in. "No sport in that." This had been something that he said to someone else, but it was something that he stood by.
Reaching into his pants' pockets, he pulled out two silver rings. Around the edge of them, they had small blades - recently cleaned for this fight. Twisting them onto his thumbs, he was about to activate his Branch of Sin before decided that if "His Majesty" hadn't arrived yet then there wasn't any point. He liked the rings that he chose; cut deep enough to pull blood but not so much that it would tear tendons or cut some veins that he would actually needed to continue using his arms. "Gonna help me liven this place up, Prince?!" He smiled to himself in a cheery manner rather than the crazed one of before and couldn't help but hope that he wouldn't have to wait for long.
Because he was getting real antsy for the fight and this place was starting to make his skin crawl.
Where: The slaughterhouse.
When: After this thread.
Summary: Senji wants to fight the prince. ♥
Rating: R for violence, swearing.
Other: Shit yeah, final boss fight! CUE THEME MUSIC!
Upon arriving to the slaughterhouse, Senji actually was starting to have some second thoughts. His hand settled on the back of his neck, rubbing it in a sheepish manner. Taking his sight away from the front door, he tilted his head up to the sky instead with hand still on his neck - pushing down some goosebumps and small hairs that had decided to make themselves known. This did not seem like one of his brighter ideas for where would be the best place to have their little fight. People tended to avoid this place after the murders that had taken place. Even he avoided it, for the most part. Standing outside the building, he could just feel the malice of the place bombarding every sense. It was different from going into a ring to fight. There was just something inherently evil about the place that he couldn't quite put his finger on.
The mess of human flesh and other unmentionables as the "welcoming mat" might have had something to do with that. His foot shot out to kick it a few times, like he was expecting it to get up and gnaw on his leg as soon as he passed. Without much warning, the fear and anxiety that was radiating from his body melted away; it began to change to excitement and, yes, joy. What was he thinking before? This was a great place to have his fight with the little princeling. "Shouda asked that other guy if he wanted to come, too." That other person understood how fun it was to fight, too. It would be a nice free-for-all; the chaos of the battle between the three would have been fun. "But then how would we know which one actually took the other out?" Throwing his head back, he began to laugh to himself.
A crazed look plastered over his face as he kicked the front door down. He was excited for the battle about as much as he was to actually be in the slaughterhouse. Hopefully that prince was going to be worth his time and not turn out to be some brat who claimed to be better, stronger than what he was. That would be real boring for him. "And after I chose such a great place to fight in. You better not waste my time, brat." Screaming this through the empty slaughterhouse, Senji heard his voice echo around every corner of the building. He wasn't even sure if the guy was here yet, but it wasn't just for his opponent's benefit. This place wasn't exactly right and so he forced himself to stay in the moment rather than think about where he was.
The smell of old blood still hanged in the air. It was all well and good to splatter some red around, but the way it smelled, looked as it gleamed slightly off the walls when the light hit it right, it wasn't natural. The feeling of the place wasn't like one after a good old fight. No, this was because someone wanted those trapped with them to suffer, to cry. Scratching his nose, Senji took a moment to spit on the floor as he continued in. "No sport in that." This had been something that he said to someone else, but it was something that he stood by.
Reaching into his pants' pockets, he pulled out two silver rings. Around the edge of them, they had small blades - recently cleaned for this fight. Twisting them onto his thumbs, he was about to activate his Branch of Sin before decided that if "His Majesty" hadn't arrived yet then there wasn't any point. He liked the rings that he chose; cut deep enough to pull blood but not so much that it would tear tendons or cut some veins that he would actually needed to continue using his arms. "Gonna help me liven this place up, Prince?!" He smiled to himself in a cheery manner rather than the crazed one of before and couldn't help but hope that he wouldn't have to wait for long.
Because he was getting real antsy for the fight and this place was starting to make his skin crawl.