DilutedIllusion
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- Jul 1, 2009
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Meeting of the God's; Sort of like a Greek thing. Needing people to play Claire and her side-kick/servant Tai.
Thunder was such a creation, something back in the olden times to be described as the gods showing their anger. A way of smiting the ears of those who sinned and committed crimes against the holy. Boy would Veheru be in trouble if that was true. Fields of bodies had been left behind him in the distant past. Now he was what some would call “straight-edged”; however, he still held the occasional primal instinct to just desecrate someone where they stood. Leaving behind nothing, but a mangled body. Parts diffused about, no one able to tell the difference between the head and the legs. Vicious to some, a need to others. Blood-shed was a part of his everyday life, without it…he’d be lost for sure. This day held other things for him. Tendrils of raven locks spilled over his forehead shading his emerald hues as he watched the magnificent storm. Appendages brushed over his forehead and removed these tassels of hair aside. A gentle smile plastered onto his visage as a form of comfort settled in with the chills running down his spine. Vague sense of familiarity as these chills ‘caused his body to rustle. It was similar to when his adrenaline was pumping and he was resisting the urge to remove somebody’s head from their shoulders. Just to watch the blood pour from the severed veins, focused on the magnificent jugular vein as it flowed like a river of blood into a small lake beside the body.
The clouds continued to voice their anger, the thunder rumbling as it was reinforced by the crackling lightning. A spark of hope across the sky, his hues watching this spectacle paying no attention to the water which teased his skin. The same particles he could manipulate into an attack, combining the speed of light and sound. Small atoms of negative energy being split as the booming sound echoed. Positively charged protons in the lightning looking to be grounded by the negative electrons in the ground.. His body was a walking lightning rod, but that didn’t seem to ‘cause him to have any flaw. It was a beautiful scene and it allowed him to be detached from reality for some time. Let the thoughts pour through his mind and come to a stalemate. A brisk shake of his head and those thoughts were sent hurtling to the ground, out of his mind for the time being. Time was not of the essence, he was late as it was and couldn't give a damn less if he was anymore late. Veheru's fingers rested idle on the hilt of his Katana, thumb pressed against the guard. Hostility was discharged, but it was expected from him being the new guy of the group, not knowing anyone.
His outfit was ludicrous compared to everyone else. There wasn't a mark of modernism on his frame. The choice of still wearing original garments of the past Bushido. Kamishimo became the choice of the night. Decorated in soft tans, and a sand like color. Laboriously Veheru crawled up the back steps and walked into the main dining room. Sharing a place at one end of the table was the President Tai, and her right hand woman, Claire. Neither of them he was really aquainted with. " I just hope I don't have to draw my blades and create some form of bloodshed tonight...not in the mood for it." Each word spilling from his lips in a dilute manner, no emotion placed behind it.
Thunder was such a creation, something back in the olden times to be described as the gods showing their anger. A way of smiting the ears of those who sinned and committed crimes against the holy. Boy would Veheru be in trouble if that was true. Fields of bodies had been left behind him in the distant past. Now he was what some would call “straight-edged”; however, he still held the occasional primal instinct to just desecrate someone where they stood. Leaving behind nothing, but a mangled body. Parts diffused about, no one able to tell the difference between the head and the legs. Vicious to some, a need to others. Blood-shed was a part of his everyday life, without it…he’d be lost for sure. This day held other things for him. Tendrils of raven locks spilled over his forehead shading his emerald hues as he watched the magnificent storm. Appendages brushed over his forehead and removed these tassels of hair aside. A gentle smile plastered onto his visage as a form of comfort settled in with the chills running down his spine. Vague sense of familiarity as these chills ‘caused his body to rustle. It was similar to when his adrenaline was pumping and he was resisting the urge to remove somebody’s head from their shoulders. Just to watch the blood pour from the severed veins, focused on the magnificent jugular vein as it flowed like a river of blood into a small lake beside the body.
The clouds continued to voice their anger, the thunder rumbling as it was reinforced by the crackling lightning. A spark of hope across the sky, his hues watching this spectacle paying no attention to the water which teased his skin. The same particles he could manipulate into an attack, combining the speed of light and sound. Small atoms of negative energy being split as the booming sound echoed. Positively charged protons in the lightning looking to be grounded by the negative electrons in the ground.. His body was a walking lightning rod, but that didn’t seem to ‘cause him to have any flaw. It was a beautiful scene and it allowed him to be detached from reality for some time. Let the thoughts pour through his mind and come to a stalemate. A brisk shake of his head and those thoughts were sent hurtling to the ground, out of his mind for the time being. Time was not of the essence, he was late as it was and couldn't give a damn less if he was anymore late. Veheru's fingers rested idle on the hilt of his Katana, thumb pressed against the guard. Hostility was discharged, but it was expected from him being the new guy of the group, not knowing anyone.
His outfit was ludicrous compared to everyone else. There wasn't a mark of modernism on his frame. The choice of still wearing original garments of the past Bushido. Kamishimo became the choice of the night. Decorated in soft tans, and a sand like color. Laboriously Veheru crawled up the back steps and walked into the main dining room. Sharing a place at one end of the table was the President Tai, and her right hand woman, Claire. Neither of them he was really aquainted with. " I just hope I don't have to draw my blades and create some form of bloodshed tonight...not in the mood for it." Each word spilling from his lips in a dilute manner, no emotion placed behind it.
