Sasaki Kojirou
Oct 29, 2008 18:22:47 GMT -5
Post by Mumiyoshi on Oct 29, 2008 18:22:47 GMT -5
[Steve's character] [Third Thread]
[6/25/10] [Page 547] [Post #27311]
Keiji tears off the large steel door and walks inside.
Ichiya runs over to cell and looks linside. "Kojiro is still in his cell, so how could he have killed Toshiie?"
Keiji's body changes into a tall pale skinned man, carrying a long sword.
The body in the cell turns into the dead body of Keiji.
"Kojiro?!?" Ichiya turns to the figure.
[And this takes place later. Will get the right tags eventually.]
There came a cough from in front of Musashi. "Actually... he's right in front of you," said an extremely melodious yet smug voice.
There on Chito's neck, where there had seconds ago been no one, was balanced a man. He was perfectly poised, as if he's landed there after the most perfect and graceful jumps. He was clean shaven and had his long, black hair tied back in a pony tail. His attire was colourful, mixing a variety of greens and blues, yet somewhat dulled from the dust of what could well be years of travel. These clothes were mostly fairly tight-fitting to allow optimal movement, save a medium-sized dusk cloak draped over his soldiers. He was grinning at Musashi the way one would at an old friend he hadn't seen for years, or even centuries.
Also, he was holding an above-average-sized katana straight at the blonde samurai's throat.
"Miss me, Musashi?" he asked, his grinning growing ever wider, pronouncing the alliteration with relish.
[6/25/10] [Page 547] [Post #27311]
Keiji tears off the large steel door and walks inside.
Ichiya runs over to cell and looks linside. "Kojiro is still in his cell, so how could he have killed Toshiie?"
Keiji's body changes into a tall pale skinned man, carrying a long sword.
The body in the cell turns into the dead body of Keiji.
"Kojiro?!?" Ichiya turns to the figure.
[And this takes place later. Will get the right tags eventually.]
There came a cough from in front of Musashi. "Actually... he's right in front of you," said an extremely melodious yet smug voice.
There on Chito's neck, where there had seconds ago been no one, was balanced a man. He was perfectly poised, as if he's landed there after the most perfect and graceful jumps. He was clean shaven and had his long, black hair tied back in a pony tail. His attire was colourful, mixing a variety of greens and blues, yet somewhat dulled from the dust of what could well be years of travel. These clothes were mostly fairly tight-fitting to allow optimal movement, save a medium-sized dusk cloak draped over his soldiers. He was grinning at Musashi the way one would at an old friend he hadn't seen for years, or even centuries.
Also, he was holding an above-average-sized katana straight at the blonde samurai's throat.
"Miss me, Musashi?" he asked, his grinning growing ever wider, pronouncing the alliteration with relish.
