[Close, but if you want to join, just say~] Round whatever, fight!
Characters: Kurapika, Kuroro Lucifer
Location: On the way to Casualty Communal from Shibusen, through the shopping district.
Rating: PG for violence?
Time: Day 19
Description: Kuroro and Kurapika just got out of being briefed by the Shibusen authorities. And the first thing they do is fight.
So that was that, he mused as he took his first step out of Shibusen and into Death City. They were in another world, were supposed to aid in a dubious war effort against what happened to be witches, and for the most part were only required to play tourists in a foreign city while waiting for things to happen. Somehow, he'd expected that his first dimension traveling adventure would be more interesting, but this wasn't too bad, and he as usual remained unaffected. If anything, the lack of nen and its replacement by this meister and weapon business sounded like a challenge. Kuroro Lucifer was nothing if not a fan of challenges.
He would have preferred to find out about his missing nen through less painful ways, though. Kurapika had socked him as soon as they had woken up in that strange chamber, and his lip was still smarting about it. Given that he went up against all manners of dangerous folk as a past time, to feel this much pain over a cut was rather unusual. He'd tried accessing his nen, but he knew even before he drew up a blank that it was gone. If he had lost his constant state of Ten, then there was no reason to hope to go into the other forms and stages. Kuroro had been subjected to enough zetsu seals in the past to know how it felt like, enough to recognize it at the first go.
Death City itself seemed... more trashed than he thought it would be. From the unnatural mess in the streets and the strange stillness of the air, he guessed that a storm had just passed by. Yet they seemed to be in the middle of a desert, judging from the expanse of sand he could see in the distant horizon. Not to mention that weird sun. Strange, this place. Kuroro thought he rather liked it.
"Casualty Communal, was it?" he said airily over his shoulder as he fiddled with the network device they had been given. Shalnark would love this. Perhaps he should take it home later on. A map blipped on the screen.
Location: On the way to Casualty Communal from Shibusen, through the shopping district.
Rating: PG for violence?
Time: Day 19
Description: Kuroro and Kurapika just got out of being briefed by the Shibusen authorities. And the first thing they do is fight.
So that was that, he mused as he took his first step out of Shibusen and into Death City. They were in another world, were supposed to aid in a dubious war effort against what happened to be witches, and for the most part were only required to play tourists in a foreign city while waiting for things to happen. Somehow, he'd expected that his first dimension traveling adventure would be more interesting, but this wasn't too bad, and he as usual remained unaffected. If anything, the lack of nen and its replacement by this meister and weapon business sounded like a challenge. Kuroro Lucifer was nothing if not a fan of challenges.
He would have preferred to find out about his missing nen through less painful ways, though. Kurapika had socked him as soon as they had woken up in that strange chamber, and his lip was still smarting about it. Given that he went up against all manners of dangerous folk as a past time, to feel this much pain over a cut was rather unusual. He'd tried accessing his nen, but he knew even before he drew up a blank that it was gone. If he had lost his constant state of Ten, then there was no reason to hope to go into the other forms and stages. Kuroro had been subjected to enough zetsu seals in the past to know how it felt like, enough to recognize it at the first go.
Death City itself seemed... more trashed than he thought it would be. From the unnatural mess in the streets and the strange stillness of the air, he guessed that a storm had just passed by. Yet they seemed to be in the middle of a desert, judging from the expanse of sand he could see in the distant horizon. Not to mention that weird sun. Strange, this place. Kuroro thought he rather liked it.
"Casualty Communal, was it?" he said airily over his shoulder as he fiddled with the network device they had been given. Shalnark would love this. Perhaps he should take it home later on. A map blipped on the screen.