son of satan.

“Sweet. Form a single file line, if you please…”

          ❝ Somehow I don't think anyone's gonna be formin' a line or anything like that. Sorry dude. ❞

You almost snort. “No. I had a katana, a (really) good one the last I remember. I show up here ‘n I get this. A shitty deal, really.” 

          ❝ No pressure of anythin'. ❞

          “Rin… why’d you call me out here so late? It sounded important.” 

          ❝ 'Cuz I wanted t'show ya somethin'! Thanks for comin' out so late and on short notice. ❞

Just thought I’d pop in to say I’m completely fine with being IM’d for plotting purposes of if you’d just like to ask me for a casual thread. It’s also completely fine to stop by and chat at any time! That goes for all of my blogs Allen, Ayato, Marinette, Sabo, Rin Tohsaka & Rin Okumura! I’ll be slowly reblogging this post onto each of them just to let people know! And since I know this post will be buried eventually, I’ll be sure to add that IMs are fine in my guidelines page as well when I get the chance!

“If I couldn’t, I’d probably be a little less inclined to wear them,” you reply easily, shoulders shrugging at his words, “My eyesight is considerably better than most people’s.” A good observation though, pal. They are, in fact, sunglasses. 

          ❝ And...what's with the cheap anime sword? You a cosplayer or somethin’? ❞ Because he doesn’t exactly look to be of asian descent or anything like that.

❆ —- “Nothing had ‘pissed in my cereal’, but now that you’ve opened your mouth I suppose the answer is: you. Age matters because children don’t generally earn an income, you dolt. It makes sense for them to take advantage of something like this. All adults participating does is take away both the product available and the spirit of the holiday.”

          ❝ Wrong. Yer never too old t'get into the spirit of Halloween. If anyone's takin' away from the spirit of the holiday, it's your prissy ass who's tryin' to tell people what they can and can't do. Has anybody complained about adult's participating? No? Shut the fuck up then. ❞

❆ —- “Trick or treating? Really? Why not just go to a store and buy the candy? It’s probably cheaper than buying a costume and less expensive. Seriously, some of you are adults. Act like it.”

          ❝ And why does it matter to you whether or not people wanna go trick or treatin'? Why does their age matter? Seriously, who pissed in yer cereal this morning? ❞

          “It’s coming.” The pounding of the giant’s feet against the forest floor only occurred in increments for four or five, almost like the beast was stopping every-so-often to scan its surroundings for prey. But as they’d clearly heard, all of the smaller game had instantly perceived the danger and fled. They were the only pair in the monster’s path. The trees rustled once more and the air gradually became odious. It wreaked of death– both fresh and aged. And now, its colossal, yet wiry figure was outlined in the darkness from which it emerged. Those red eyes filled with murderous intent narrowed to a hungry glower. It was daunting, but escaping now would betray everything she believed in. As a warrior, now was the time to fight. After a moment of silence and a climaxing of the tension, the ‘wendigo’ –as Rin had called it– rushed toward them. “Let’s go!” 

          As Nel gave the signal, Rin was quick to shoot off into the Beast's direction. Sword now coated with the flames that covered his body, he kicks off of the ground to deliver a blow to it's arm, a direct hit thankfully. And the creature howls in pain for just a moment before bringing a paw down to swipe at the boy, who had only missed it by just a few centimeters as he landed safely back on the ground. ❝ Nel, go! ❞

SLAYER

TEAR THE BINCH APART

          “Fun? Is this what people normally do for the holiday? It would be my first time celebrating like this, and my second time celebrating at all.” For a Hollow who spent all of her life merely struggling to survive in no-man’s-land prior to Aizen’s arrival, there was a bountiful supply of experiences waiting in the World of the Living and beyond. Humbly, this gesture that her companion would likely deem small was greatly appreciated. It meant a lot to her that anyone would bother to request her presence like this. That said, it was true that she hadn’t a clue who or what they were searching for. It was probable that up to this point her imagination had been getting the best of her. But Rin knew– the tone in his voice when he asked attested to that. “I’ve never even heard of one before today. What are they?”

          “This is the place, right? You’re sure?” The flora and foliage reaching for an indigo sky overhead created a scene that was –to put it mildly– eerie. Though she’d not admit it, the change in locale for this ‘hunt’ was a pinch unsettling. Here especially, she held her vigilance on a pedestal above all else, granting it priority. She’d check over her shoulder into the shadows that gradually swelled and listen intently for anything that would signal danger. Though so far (aside from some crickets and birds if their sounds were any indicator), they were alone. The pace in which she’d walked was altered, and almost subconsciously had Nelliel moved beside Rin– though the distance was still respectable. Not a peep of the underlying uncertainties was permitted to surface, so another topic came forth naturally. “If this is it, then we shouldn’t have much trouble finding them. Was there any particular reason you asked to come here?”   

        ❝ You do know what a wendigo is, don’t you? ❞  

You punks are a hell of a lot worse than I'll ever be...