[Huh. Another new feather? Was this cycle ever going to end.
... and... hmm... was this one going the route of self mutilation? Icy blue eyes narrowed at the agitated man in the snow, scrutinizing. And deep inside, fighter's instincts and decades of paranoia honed from the Grand Line and other experiences were suddenly subtly subconciously humming... itching through his skin like little bursts of electricity. He seemed pretty helpless in the snow... weak... but as the doctor in him assessed, the Supernova sized. You never knew what Luceti would throw in next and it was stupid to ignore your instincts and rush into a scene.
Wariness warred with what the scene presented, and then decided the best course of action. Hang back and see for just a moment if there really is a threat. It might be nothing. It usually was nothing. It might not be.
It certainly would do no good to rush in and push the man into further agitation, would it?]
Pulling out feathers from the wings will only sap your strength. Do enough damage to those and the results will be quite fatal.
[There he is... that striking figure in the long black coat, equally black scarf and gloves, and that hat. It... appears he has no wings (they're hidden under the coat, but if you pay attention, you can see movement under the cloth). He's... not quite smiling, not quite frowning, just... watchful.
And oh, of course there's the nodachi casually slung over a shoulder. That nearly man sized sword he carries with him. That, and his reaction, mark him as perhaps more cautious than the people who usually blunder across your path, Muraki.]
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[Huh. Another new feather? Was this cycle ever going to end.
... and... hmm... was this one going the route of self mutilation? Icy blue eyes narrowed at the agitated man in the snow, scrutinizing. And deep inside, fighter's instincts and decades of paranoia honed from the Grand Line and other experiences were suddenly subtly subconciously humming... itching through his skin like little bursts of electricity. He seemed pretty helpless in the snow... weak... but as the doctor in him assessed, the Supernova sized. You never knew what Luceti would throw in next and it was stupid to ignore your instincts and rush into a scene.
Wariness warred with what the scene presented, and then decided the best course of action. Hang back and see for just a moment if there really is a threat. It might be nothing. It usually was nothing. It might not be.
It certainly would do no good to rush in and push the man into further agitation, would it?]
Pulling out feathers from the wings will only sap your strength. Do enough damage to those and the results will be quite fatal.
[There he is... that striking figure in the long black coat, equally black scarf and gloves, and that hat. It... appears he has no wings (they're hidden under the coat, but if you pay attention, you can see movement under the cloth). He's... not quite smiling, not quite frowning, just... watchful.
And oh, of course there's the nodachi casually slung over a shoulder. That nearly man sized sword he carries with him. That, and his reaction, mark him as perhaps more cautious than the people who usually blunder across your path, Muraki.]