FIVE ♋ Fifth Night
Characters: Enjin, Saya, and Matthew later.
Location: ... A random alleyway near Saya's place, then later Saya's couch actual pad.
Time: Late evening, after dark, after THIS POST, but before Mr. H's threat.
Style: FIRST FOR SPEED, I'M LAZY GUYS.
Status: CLOSED like a Danadoor. I am abusing this icon a lot aren't I?
... This was a severe problem. He had... made the mistake of letting his mind interference down. If just for a minute--and worse, the boy had called back-up. Enjin had severely underestimated what would have come of that battle, but his impatience had won him over. He would've just let Sakuraba boil in his juices as he searched the area, looking around, but he was so curious about why this kid was different. Of whether or not he'd be able to use him in his plans. ... He had to know. He had to know then. He made a mistake, he'd admit it... but not in Neku's power. No. In judging that same group of brats who had saved him. Oh, it wasn't like he was really all that hurt in the usual sense... he would recover. His body, would recover. Gin's body, that was, and he would continue to try to get to Akina first to speed the blooming up. All the better if he could take the boy in Vatheon and get out, right...? Vatheon's barrier was nearly the same, after all. He figured eventually he'd get out, somehow.
... But Akina had tuned--or rather, attempted to tune him. But he had made a big mistake: he tried to do the same thing he'd done to Zakuro and those before, a trick Enjin knew well. In that village, they tuned out the 'evil'.. bullshit. It was UTTER bullshit. The Hiizumi lineage did nothing but shed blood... and eventually, Akina wouldn't be able to avoid that. Ohhh, how he hated them, the ones in the human dimension. The ones who had tuned his ancestor, Enyou Hiizumi. He hated them with more passion than he could say, enough to drive him moving despite a severe amount of bloodloss from a gaping wound on his wrist, cuts, burns, and not to mention the feeling of your soul partially out of alignment. It was all a bit draining, and if he hadn't been so severely pissed off, he would have fainted as soon as he was out of their distance and out of their minds.
Enjin had, however, won the proverbial war when he got to Hime... the little mayor's youkai energy would be enough to keep him going for a long time. He wanted to spit in their direction from the anger he felt right now, but as it was, he was exhausted, in every sense of the word, almost. In every sense but the energy levels in this body being drained... that had been replenished enough to get him to this dark alley. Where he didn't care--no one would pay him any mind. He made sure of it. Leaning against a wall, coatless, and shirtless, and beyond bloody, Enjin laughed quietly to himself. ... This had been unanticipated, and yet... it had been the most fun he'd had in ages. They were finally getting some balls. But they still hesitated when it came to Gin's body, and that was enough. Enough to keep him here.
Light blue, disheveled hair was rested against the wall as he closed his eyes, thiking about what he'd lost in that... and what he'd won. By now, though, he'd simply lost too much blood by this point from pushing things and moving around, and ended up passing out right there. If it had been anyone else, someone might've seen, but Enjin blended in well enough. ... The problem he'd forgotten, though, in escaping, was that his mind interference wasn't over the entirety of Vatheon, just most of it. He'd left quite a few people out, but he was unconscious now--there wasn't much to be done about it.
He'd finally gotten that battle he'd been itching for, and he'd be licking these wounds for awhile. ... Only time would tell which side regretted what.
Location: ... A random alleyway near Saya's place, then later Saya's couch actual pad.
Time: Late evening, after dark, after THIS POST, but before Mr. H's threat.
Style: FIRST FOR SPEED, I'M LAZY GUYS.
Status: CLOSED like a Danadoor. I am abusing this icon a lot aren't I?
... This was a severe problem. He had... made the mistake of letting his mind interference down. If just for a minute--and worse, the boy had called back-up. Enjin had severely underestimated what would have come of that battle, but his impatience had won him over. He would've just let Sakuraba boil in his juices as he searched the area, looking around, but he was so curious about why this kid was different. Of whether or not he'd be able to use him in his plans. ... He had to know. He had to know then. He made a mistake, he'd admit it... but not in Neku's power. No. In judging that same group of brats who had saved him. Oh, it wasn't like he was really all that hurt in the usual sense... he would recover. His body, would recover. Gin's body, that was, and he would continue to try to get to Akina first to speed the blooming up. All the better if he could take the boy in Vatheon and get out, right...? Vatheon's barrier was nearly the same, after all. He figured eventually he'd get out, somehow.
... But Akina had tuned--or rather, attempted to tune him. But he had made a big mistake: he tried to do the same thing he'd done to Zakuro and those before, a trick Enjin knew well. In that village, they tuned out the 'evil'.. bullshit. It was UTTER bullshit. The Hiizumi lineage did nothing but shed blood... and eventually, Akina wouldn't be able to avoid that. Ohhh, how he hated them, the ones in the human dimension. The ones who had tuned his ancestor, Enyou Hiizumi. He hated them with more passion than he could say, enough to drive him moving despite a severe amount of bloodloss from a gaping wound on his wrist, cuts, burns, and not to mention the feeling of your soul partially out of alignment. It was all a bit draining, and if he hadn't been so severely pissed off, he would have fainted as soon as he was out of their distance and out of their minds.
Enjin had, however, won the proverbial war when he got to Hime... the little mayor's youkai energy would be enough to keep him going for a long time. He wanted to spit in their direction from the anger he felt right now, but as it was, he was exhausted, in every sense of the word, almost. In every sense but the energy levels in this body being drained... that had been replenished enough to get him to this dark alley. Where he didn't care--no one would pay him any mind. He made sure of it. Leaning against a wall, coatless, and shirtless, and beyond bloody, Enjin laughed quietly to himself. ... This had been unanticipated, and yet... it had been the most fun he'd had in ages. They were finally getting some balls. But they still hesitated when it came to Gin's body, and that was enough. Enough to keep him here.
Light blue, disheveled hair was rested against the wall as he closed his eyes, thiking about what he'd lost in that... and what he'd won. By now, though, he'd simply lost too much blood by this point from pushing things and moving around, and ended up passing out right there. If it had been anyone else, someone might've seen, but Enjin blended in well enough. ... The problem he'd forgotten, though, in escaping, was that his mind interference wasn't over the entirety of Vatheon, just most of it. He'd left quite a few people out, but he was unconscious now--there wasn't much to be done about it.
He'd finally gotten that battle he'd been itching for, and he'd be licking these wounds for awhile. ... Only time would tell which side regretted what.