XavierZeherisHarper
Supernova
- Joined
- Oct 17, 2012
- Location
- USA
The receptionist, a geisha, nodded. "We indeed have sake and hot-springs. We request that you take any fights outside, so as not to damage property." She says. An older man with a jagged scar across his face, that seems to have barely missed blinding him, grunts. "Foolish youth, looking for the first thing to kill, only to die." The gray haired man says as he swirls his sake bowl, then takes a drink. He turns and stares at Rikuya a moment. "Well, perhaps I'm mistaken. You look like someone who could actually survive two blows." After another drink of sake, he says, "You're that orphan boy, Rikuya, right? The one they call the Oni?" The man wears dark, worn armor, that has visibly seen battle, and like it's wearer survived. The man radiates an aura of experience, of countless battles with countless wins and losses. Someone whose seen both sides of war, and lived to walk away healthy enough, even if never whole.