The graceful arrival of Soul Eater-verse Fakir
[[Fakir lands face first in the middle of the street. He had just swung Ahiru in a wide, powerful arc at their opponent, going in for the kill. But then--what exactly had happened? The great hulking monster who's soul he'd been about to collect wasn't there anymore, and neither was Ahiru, which had left him to pitch forward, driven by his own momentum.
He pushes himself up and staggers to his feet, spitting out a mouthful of dirt and wiping at a trail of blood flowing from his nose, an expression of unmitigated rage on his face.]]
DAMN IT, AHIRU! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! WHERE DID YOU [[He pauses, starting to take in his surroundings, and trails off, expression changing from rage to confusion.]] ... go?
[[This place is nothing like the city where he and Ahiru had been on their assignment. It's nothing like any place he'd ever been to. And his opponent and his weapon are nowhere in sight.
... Maybe it would be best to report to Shinigami-sama. The monster they'd been fighting couldn't have had the kind of power that would do something like this. Something had to be up.
Fakir walks up to the nearest window, on what looked like a deserted house, breathes on the glass to fog it up, writes 42-42-564 on it, and then waits.
And waits some more.
He's still waiting for something to happen, his insides turning cold.]]
[ooc: Introducing Fakir from the Soul Eater universe! He's a technician, and Ahiru is his weapon. She should be along soon enough. What Fakir is waiting for here is for Shinigami-sama to appear in the glass so that he can talk to him. Of course, that only works in the Soul Eater universe, so it isn't happening. Feel free to approach Fakir. He's confused, hostile, and will immediately bitch at any Ahirus he sees, as he thinks she ditched him in the middle of a battle (and he just doesn't like her).]]
He pushes himself up and staggers to his feet, spitting out a mouthful of dirt and wiping at a trail of blood flowing from his nose, an expression of unmitigated rage on his face.]]
DAMN IT, AHIRU! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! WHERE DID YOU [[He pauses, starting to take in his surroundings, and trails off, expression changing from rage to confusion.]] ... go?
[[This place is nothing like the city where he and Ahiru had been on their assignment. It's nothing like any place he'd ever been to. And his opponent and his weapon are nowhere in sight.
... Maybe it would be best to report to Shinigami-sama. The monster they'd been fighting couldn't have had the kind of power that would do something like this. Something had to be up.
Fakir walks up to the nearest window, on what looked like a deserted house, breathes on the glass to fog it up, writes 42-42-564 on it, and then waits.
And waits some more.
He's still waiting for something to happen, his insides turning cold.]]
[ooc: Introducing Fakir from the Soul Eater universe! He's a technician, and Ahiru is his weapon. She should be along soon enough. What Fakir is waiting for here is for Shinigami-sama to appear in the glass so that he can talk to him. Of course, that only works in the Soul Eater universe, so it isn't happening. Feel free to approach Fakir. He's confused, hostile, and will immediately bitch at any Ahirus he sees, as he thinks she ditched him in the middle of a battle (and he just doesn't like her).]]