1 The mansion like home (Solo) Fri Oct 30, 2015 4:12 pm
Sero
S-rank
Sero had been intrigued when a message had arrived for him. So much fear and desperation in the writing it was as if he could feel it leaping off the page at him. He had felt like the letter had been in fear of him at first but now he was aware of the truth. A daimyo was desperately seeking help. Someone was fearing for their life and the life of many under them. Something had come with the season that was not friendly to anyone. Out there in a once lost and abandoned village activity had sprung to life. Now they needed someone to remove that life once more. He hadn't waited long to spring into travel before arriving at the village in grey robes. As far as he could tell he was the first. His pale lips opened as he breathed in the cold, wet air. He moved through the empty streets like a phantom. A mere spirit in one spot and then another the next. Dead grey eyes peering around him for clues and information as he went. His presence seemed to going wild here. It felt at home...this place...it felt like his island. For once he was happy.
Still his progress through empty and worn streets led him to a dark and vine covered metal fence. He reached out and touched the worn metal. As soon as he did the fog within seemed to fade a little to reveal almost a replica of his own manor on the island. Minus the bodies but just as worn and abandoned looking as his own. A part of him suspected this to be a trick of the mind. He did not like tricks. That was all well and good though. He would bring his own treats with him. Pale fingers reached through the fence and gripped at the center where it connected. His arm strained a little before metal began to cry out. Slowly he wrenched the gate from its spot and tore apart the metal hinges. Once it broke free he tossed it to the side and silently stepped onto the grounds. His own mist rolled into the property with him like one horror invading another. For a moment he thought he heard sobbing within. He tilted his head and a slow smile painted those thin lips. Oh it was too late for tears. He was here now and now amount of crying or screaming could hold him at bay.
His strides carried him gracefully, almost like floating through the mist towards the front door. The property was extensive and worn down just like the house. It was wonderful that he was alone. Whatever was in that house that was like him. He was going to kill it. He was going to establish his dominance here amongst the other horrors in this world. The dead bowed to him. Rising like this would prove to be a mistake for them. Still he passed across the leaf covered ground and reached the front door. He tested it with the same hand that had ripped open the gate and found it was not only locked...but rusted shut. Did it regret appearing with him here? No matter. He would not be stopped by some simple door. His hand reached up and placed against the wood before he focused his chakra into it. At first only the paint peeled away from it. Even so he distinctly heard a horrified scream within....yes they knew he was coming for them. He smiled once more as suddenly the door melted like liquid from his hand leaving only heated paste around it. He stood in the entry way now....he was home.
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Still his progress through empty and worn streets led him to a dark and vine covered metal fence. He reached out and touched the worn metal. As soon as he did the fog within seemed to fade a little to reveal almost a replica of his own manor on the island. Minus the bodies but just as worn and abandoned looking as his own. A part of him suspected this to be a trick of the mind. He did not like tricks. That was all well and good though. He would bring his own treats with him. Pale fingers reached through the fence and gripped at the center where it connected. His arm strained a little before metal began to cry out. Slowly he wrenched the gate from its spot and tore apart the metal hinges. Once it broke free he tossed it to the side and silently stepped onto the grounds. His own mist rolled into the property with him like one horror invading another. For a moment he thought he heard sobbing within. He tilted his head and a slow smile painted those thin lips. Oh it was too late for tears. He was here now and now amount of crying or screaming could hold him at bay.
His strides carried him gracefully, almost like floating through the mist towards the front door. The property was extensive and worn down just like the house. It was wonderful that he was alone. Whatever was in that house that was like him. He was going to kill it. He was going to establish his dominance here amongst the other horrors in this world. The dead bowed to him. Rising like this would prove to be a mistake for them. Still he passed across the leaf covered ground and reached the front door. He tested it with the same hand that had ripped open the gate and found it was not only locked...but rusted shut. Did it regret appearing with him here? No matter. He would not be stopped by some simple door. His hand reached up and placed against the wood before he focused his chakra into it. At first only the paint peeled away from it. Even so he distinctly heard a horrified scream within....yes they knew he was coming for them. He smiled once more as suddenly the door melted like liquid from his hand leaving only heated paste around it. He stood in the entry way now....he was home.
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