Lands of the Damned [Event]
Jan 29, 2017 22:00:29 GMT -7
Post by An'ei Sekitan on Jan 29, 2017 22:00:29 GMT -7
A lively group it seemed. Disgusting. Houkou watched them arrive, prattle and find their friends, as if this was some kind of reunion of their academy days. There was no reason to look any of them over, because it truly meant little to nothing to him, as they would never see him again regardless. He had no time for them. Instead, he turned away from them all, making his way over toward Sekizen, the huge black Worg laying down only fifteen meters away from the cave. “You’re too big to come in. Stay out here and follow protocol.” He eyed the Worg critically and knew that Sekizen understood. No speaking under any circumstance, at least not yet, until he knew for sure they were all allies; if even temporarily.
Reaching into the inner pocket of his jacket, Houkou brought out a square pack that was blue and white, a pack of cigarettes from the look. Opening the flap, he pulled out one of the cancer sticks, placing it between his lips, but he did not light it. Trying to light his cigarette outside like this would be a hassle due to the wind. Instead, he entered the cave nearly last, only the ginger and the child behind him. Taking an immediate left and remaining by the entrance, Houkou finally lit the cigarette between his lips, taking a deep puff and then letting the smoke out from his nostrils. Wonder when the endless stream of questions starts? Oh…now it seems.
Everyone began to ask their questions, some being a bit more reasonable, and some not so much. When would she have had time to gauge the strength of the enemies in any meaningful way during an ambush? Even straight up, there was no real time for it, other than to know they were stronger. Being a witch, warlock, or necromancer? It mattered not, because the fact that they could curse was enough to show their power. However, there is no magic in this world, only chakra, and all things chakra related could be unraveled or destroyed. This person would be no different. Knowledge was thrown freely about the cave, each person having something to say or some input, but what they needed to do was listen. The important piece of all this was not these questions, only the briefing, as it would contain answers to most of their questions.
So Houkou leaned up against the cave wall, repositioning his unnamed blade to be more comfortable, smoking his cigarette contently as he watched. Crimson eyes that missed nothing at all, despite being his own natural eyes unenhanced by the Sharingan, as it was not time for that. Not yet at least. Why was he here though? Why help these people? Well, it was for knowledge, as Houkou was a student and practitioner of the Sciences. Just what kind of power could curse this much land, how could you duplicate it or, if not, how could you obtain it? Could he use these techniques in order to aid Ko? It would also be good training for him, as the world had changed while he was under. Perhaps for the better? Probably not.