Demon Shinobi
Aspiring Demonic Mafia Ninja Pirate Dragon God
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Azen Javier Kamado
Location:
His apartment - Tokyo, Japan
Date:
Saturday, October 1, 2016
Time of day:
Dawn
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Location:
His apartment - Tokyo, Japan
Date:
Saturday, October 1, 2016
Time of day:
Dawn
~~ @RedArmyShogun @Jessica2477 @Reanimator Spuds @EmperorsChosen @kookyboy9 @DANAsaur @Thaleko
Azen slept peacefully in his bed, as peaceful as he could get anyway, as his phone began to ring. He groaned. What time had he fallen asleep last night? He looked up, briefly to find the screen. Dad... he thought, too tired to speak as he huffed before silencing the device. He pulled the a pillow over his head hoping that would be it. It couldn't have been that important right? Fuckin... He groaned again, throwing the pillow across the room in a small fit of frustration before picking up the phone.
"Yo," he grumbled, trying to sound as awake as possible. "What? No I-" He looked out the window. "Man, the sun isn't even up yet," he complained. "I'm not takin a tone with you. You're not even in the country, what are you-" he stopped, taking a deep breath. "Fuck, fine, I'll be there. No, I'll be there. I'm not givin 'em anymore reason to give me shit if I can avoid it." Azen paused getting up from his bed, nestling his phone between his check and his shoulder.
The boy yawned as he walked to the small closet on the other side of the room. Inside was his uniform. "Uh huh. Yeah. I mean, but you said..." he sighed, taking it out. He had been hoping not to have to wear it for a bit. "Yeah I know. Okay. Right." Azen paused pulling the pants on. "Yes I've eaten." he fastened them, before pulling on a plain blue undershirt. "Stop. Nope. We're not doin that." he pulled on the top and closed it before looking at himself in the mirror. "Alright maybe." He paused again. "You too, pops."
With that, the phone call ended. "Well... As time to..." he was interrupted by a somewhat familiar groan. He turned his head to find the source. There was nobody in his room. He tilted his head. That was... interesting. He didn't remember hooking up with anyone. Shit... He was wearing his uniform.
Demons and Demon Slayers had become certain knowledge, but when it came to the Demon Slayer Corps, anonymity was still necessary. In a landscape where you couldn't always be sure who was and wasn't a demon, knowing who the Demon Slayers were would leave them at a large disadvantage. In other words. they were left largely... unofficial. In fact, many still questions if they were in fact real, or if the powers that be had just used a name from the past as a scare tactic.
Azen took the top off, folding it and slipping it into his messenger bag. "I'll just put that on later," he whispered to himself. He still needed to pack his bag. More than likely it was a stray classmate. Maybe Morita? He shook his head throwing on a jacket and his bags before walking out of his room.
"Mori! You here?!" he called out calmly. Nothing at first. "Guess I'm eatin these ribs by myself!"
"Don't bogart the ribs bro-" a weaker groan came from his couch. Mori Inoue sat up. "Dude, it's too damn early to be-" he yawned mid sentence. "-alive..." he finished with a small sigh.
"I got somewhere to be. You know, family business and shit."
"Fuck dude... Guess that means I gotta go home."
"Well, you don't gotta go home, but you def can't stay here dude."
"So cruuuueeel..."
Azen laughed a bit as he helped his friend get his shit together so that he could call a cab and head home. Once Morita was gone, the boy sighed. He went to the compartment he kepts his swords. He couldn't leave them out when his friends were around. He slipped his katana, the Wakizashi, and Tanto, sheathes and all, into his Bokken bag. "Thank god for Kendo."
With everything ready, Azen headed out. He could have just walked, but his father had given him a task. Total Concentration Breathing. He was to use it to get from point a to point me. Over time, his father was trying to get him to use it more, use it longer, and build his stamina. Otherwise, he was gonna be dead in the water before long. So, Azen went up to the roof of his home. He took a deep breath and prepared. He didn't think he'd ever get used to how it felt. He swallowed hard and began to move. He was no stranger to parkour, but doing it like this was another beast entirely.
One thing was for sure. Morita would flip if he saw Azen doing this. He was jumping from rooftop to rooftop. But God did things hurt. He traveled fast, faster than the normal human. He felt everything. He saw everything. He had to. He needed to take everything in while in this state to the best of his ability. To do anything less could mean death. "Argh..." His foot slipped, sending the boy tumbling across the roof he'd just landing on. He gasped, his breathing interrupted. "Fuck!" he covered his mouth. The sun was still rising. Too early for that kind of screaming. He shook his head. He had to try again.
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Location:
Demon Slayer Corps HQ - Tokyo, Japan
Date:
Saturday, October 1, 2016
Time of day:
Early Morning
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Demon Slayer Corps HQ - Tokyo, Japan
Date:
Saturday, October 1, 2016
Time of day:
Early Morning
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He was finally there. If he was being honest, it might have been quicker to just walk or run. But no. He had to use that stupid fucking breathing technique. Stop every few houses, assuming he didn't just crash, catch his breath, and then try again. But he'd made it to the Demon Slayer Headquarters. Once there, he was greeted by two younger looking children; a boy and a girl clad in white kimonos. The boy wore a plain navy blue haori over his, the girl a lighter cornflower blue haori. Twins huh? he thought as they led him through the base.
"The master said there may be time for a tour later, but for now, you and the others will be meeting within the main building," the boy said softly, his tone lacking any form of clear emotion.
"And will the master be there?" Azen asked trying not to look so out of place.
"No, the master has other business to attend to. As per the new program created via the Humankind Preservation Alliance, you have been assigned to a group." The girl spoke so matter of factly.
"This group will serve to help foster your growth as a Demon Slayer." The boy added.
"Right..." Azen took a soft breath. That also answered his next question. He hadn't expected there to be others. And if they weren't meeting "the master" why was it mandatory for them to where their uniforms? It wasn't like they'd be wearing them all the time right? He examined the black sleeved of his uniform.
"While attending meeting, when you are deployed on assignments, and during scheduled patrols, you will be required to wear your uniforms. You may wear anything you wish over them, but they must be worn," the girl said almost as if she had read his mind.
Creepy. Azen tried to shake the thought from his head as the two seemed to stop walking, staring at him for a moment. His eyes shifted from the boy to the girl and back. They stayed there for a bit. It felt like forever. Their heterochromatic eyes felt like daggers in his skin. What could he do to break this awkward silence. "Um... So, what are your names?"
In unison they answered, "Kaori and Saori Ubuyashiki."
"Ah... Course. Well, it's good to meet you both," he said with a soft, nervous laugh. It was quiet for another moment before the two began to lead him again. They led him to the main building and down to a spacious room. It was fairly empty aside from a large table in the center that sat close to the floor. It was surround by zabuton (sitting cushions). The windowless room felt almost eerie.
"Do not try to kill your teammates." The two spoke in unison again. It was more than likely they would say this every time they dropped someone off.
"Right..." Azen said as he walked into the room. The twins shut the sliding door behind him and then seemed to disappear. Aside from himself there was only one other person in the room ( Yami - @Mr.Scales ⚖ ). And he... she? They were laying in the corner. Possibly sleeping? Azen took a breath. He walked further inside quietly. Should he say something?
Azen sighed, though this time it was one of relief, taking some of his things off. He plopped down onto one of the cushions and pulled out his phone. He had a little time to kill while he waited for the others. Hopefully, they'd becoming soon.