ACTION ♔ DAY ONE

[lordistic]

[ ... To say Sesshoumaru was unhappy would be an understatement. He's furious, standing stock still in the middle of a street, his eyes slowly glancing around and taking in his new surroundings. It is not as though anyone could tell how angry he is; even though he is inwardly furious his face is as neutral as ever, as though he doesn't feel emotion

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[six_feelings]

[just scrutinizes forever from a distance.]

[lordistic]

[ Sniff. He can scent something amiss; not human, more like some sort of otherworldly demon. It's like a mixture of monk, priestess and death that he is quite certain of; spiritual power that's a little different to what he's used to. He turns his head, glancing around. He can sense the thing, whatever it is, though he's unsure as to where the being is. One thing is for certain, though; he's stopped moving and he's on alert ]

[six_feelings]

[You keep doing that, Sesshomaru, he'll just start trying to figure out if this is a dude or a chick he's staring at and how the hell he slipped under his little radar when he got here with spiritual pressure like that.]

[lordistic]

[ Sesshoumaru steps forward and then turns to look in Grimmjow's direction, eyes slightly narrowed. ]

[arbitraries]

[ in his journey to locate sustenance, he somewhat abruptly -- to his mind, at least -- comes across an... interesting creature. the manner of dress and the apparent facial tattoos register as any other small details would; he was used to cosplayers from birth, but

[lordistic]

[ Sesshoumaru's stride slowly grinds to a halt as he glances around. He has picked up the scent of a human male, and though he's near certain the pathetic creature would not dare attack him he's still cautious. He is unsure of the abilities of the human; he cannot scent any spiritual powers (not a monk, then) but there is something strange, an odd scent that is new to him.

Still, he does not intend to do anything until he is certain that he is under attack. He merely turns his head in the direction of the male, hoping that whoever it is will take the hint and realise that he is not to be trifled with. It is not worth his time to kill humans. ]

[arbitraries]

[ his eyes narrow in intense concentration as he stares at the -- he isn't quite sure if they're tattoos now -- facial markings of the stranger. he knows that he's unable to see the name and numbers of anyone whose face is obscured a certain percentage, but perhaps shapes and colours make a difference as well--?

regardless, it's obvious in his stance that he's noticed B and that he's on guard. almost naturally his own demeanour changes to show he's isn't a threat -- it isn't submission at all, it's honesty: he isn't a fighter and passing himself off as one and failing to live up to it is more dangerous than pretense. ]

[lordistic]

[ Sesshoumaru is not going to do anything; he merely stands and watches. He does not find the intense gaze at all discomforting and the sudden relaxed stance doesn't make him any more relaxed. Still, he is not a man of words and he merely stands, watching with little concern. ]