Kindred [Inv / Alaistair] Oct 15, 2017 20:31:55 GMT
Post by Sansho on Oct 15, 2017 20:31:55 GMT
BASE POWER LEVEL: 123,426
GAIN BONUSES: None | CURRENT POWER LEVEL: 123,426 (Base Power)
The voices and the footfalls of the busybodies and happy-go-lucky. The voices of the young, the prime, and the elderly ringing through the streets as they chatted away to one another or on their cell phones. The rumbling of the engines of vehicles small and large as they drove along smooth, tarmac roads, coupled with their insistent horn blaring out high-pitched shrieks. These were only a few of the things that the everyday person had to deal with on an almost daily basis.
Thankfully, Sansho had grown accustomed to such things. It didn't mean he liked it, however.
The noon sun drifted overhead, bathing the cityscape in a blanket of tranquil light. The gentle breeze rolled on through the concrete jungle, brushing past the folds of pedestrian clothing and signs that hung by rope, chains or leather straps. It was any wonder how good a day could have come around considering the time of year. Perhaps it had something to do with this "climate change" the demon had been hearing about.
Rugged, bare feet thumped against the concrete sidewalk from the warrior who was almost as wide as the path. Others didn't dare to question his presence; the only thing they could do was to avoid him. Some even stood off into traffic just to get around him. The looks that they gave him were a mixed bag, but nothing pleasant—some gawked at his mere size; some twisted into scowls to know that such a ruffian would grace the same city they shared; others were wide-eyed and took whatever measure they could to move away from him as quickly and as distant as they could.
Sansho hadn't a care. He was used to it by now.
He continued walking, almost aimlessly with no destination. In truth, he was looking for something. In this city, he felt a presence that was all too familiar. It made his blood rush, and his muscles tense. The more he walked, the closer he became. The closer he was, the more he could feel it. The more he could feel it, the more his gritted his teeth behind dry, cracked lips.
There was definitely another demon in this city.KP: 3/3