[This world left him sick. Trapped in the body of a human, his powers diminished to an average magician, and now he felt sick. Why? What was eating away at him now? To add to his every expanding list of issues, Ninetails intended to speak with him. What could that celestial wannabe have to say to him? He distanced himself from his master Yami some time ago, someone as loyal as Ninetails would only bring about an issue. Still, what else was there to do? The swordsman with the silver hair still refused the blood pact, and his power was fading again. So here he was, away from the fountains and buildings, and out in the trees and nature. The lesser of two evils perhaps. Now, where was that creature hiding?]
Ah. There he is. Very quickly, she leaps down to the ground and approaches him. This is hardly an enjoyable meeting for her, as well, but she will deal with it. Instead, she coughs lightly to announce her presence.
"Brother, I did not expect you to heed my invitation," she says, slight disappointment to her voice. There are other things she could be doing, but now she must speak with him. How tedious.
[Behind him. Orochi growled at this, a very beastial sound despite his frame. Had he his other heads, at least one more, then he would be safe from these sort of things. Orochi despised having his vision limited. The volpous creature approached him, and his cherry eyes just glared.]
What business do you have with me, Ninetails? Why are we out here?
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"Brother, I did not expect you to heed my invitation," she says, slight disappointment to her voice. There are other things she could be doing, but now she must speak with him. How tedious.
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What business do you have with me, Ninetails? Why are we out here?
[Then again, what else did he have better to do?]
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