#silverscamurai

”The hell!? Are you sayin’ the staff of the behind the scenes are all ran by apes!? ...I’d actually believe that.”

“But you ain’t sidetracking a damn thing from the point here!”

”You’re also thousand years too old to have worries like these, dead fish-eyes thief. I...” A thoughtful (solely for himself) pause ensued as the very real struggle is brought to the table. “Ah! Perfect idea!”

”Going by the Protagonist hierarchy act #42, season 7. For bullshit like this I can just go and make ya my sidekick! Can’t ya just picture how damn relaxing that’d be for ya?”

Another damn lie. This was just an equally twisted form of highway robbery.

Especially since they’re both fucking protags.

oof, due to the structure/nature of this event, i’m may have to delay posting all owed starters and threads for a bit!! i’ll post them later, but event threads will take priority once i get things settled!

He presses his newly acquired wooden sword against Gintoki’s back, having taken it upon himself to approach him from behind in secret upon recognizing the familiar perm. At least it’s only wood and he’s not pushing hard — if Sougo wanted to hurt him, Gintoki would know.

“Hand over whatever food you’re holding, you shitty no-good protagonist.”

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Gintoki!

You will be housed in HOUSE 162.

You’ll be returned everything you were given previously.

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Not much seemed to be going on within the city which was the reason behind Gin’s roaming.  Nothing fun to watch, and no one really interesting to keep an eye on either.  Well, he thought so at the very least.  He did manage to catch someone during his current travels, though.  A guy sharing the same hair color as him.  Someone he partly recognized from the last city, but it probably wasn’t the same one.  That much made it better as he preferred fresh blood rather than familiar.

“ Um. It’s not that I’m not appreciative of the burger. But I have no idea what you mean to me when you refer to ‘stats’ or ‘S-Supports’ or how you know my mother when I know for a fact you aren’t part of the Shepherds, or being a citizen of Ylisse and while I am no expert, you are certainly not of Ragna Ferox. “ 

       So far, the battlefield had been a bit of a wild mess. That was to be expected, given the city was still essentially building itself. Random pieces scattered here and there, it gave the impression another monster or beast could jump out at any moment. 

       Though, while he thought ‘any’, he hadn’t really expected something this close to home to show up. 

“Ghouls?” He spotted the humanoid Phantoms a short distance away, flailing about as they typically did. “I’d better not see any other Phantoms around... Definitely not a good sign.”

       Amidst the Ghouls’ mindless ransacking, he noticed a single, white-haired individual caught in the strife. The imp-like Phantoms were beginning to surround them.

“Ah, that’s even worse.”