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The Rooftop
"These are not divine rules, nor are they my rules. My realm has it's own understanding which, if known how, can be skirted around." Loki said and since he was the only one who understood his Realm he was the only one capable of bending it's rules.
“Whatever the fuck you call the!” Roko shouted, then sighed.
“Look, the point is, you could be instrumental in the creation of a perfect world. Do you really want to throw that life away?”
“Look, the point is, you could be instrumental in the creation of a perfect world. Do you really want to throw that life away?”
"The world is perfect the way it is, people who seek that perfection in a different form are not worth my time." Loki sighed as he walked off of the hole and stopped two feet from his opponent.
“Then don't stand in my way.”
He pushed Loki back and walked away.
He pushed Loki back and walked away.
"If allies you want, speak with the one called the Hermit. He would be a beneficial ally." Loki said before vanishing in a cloud of smoke, those last words dancing on the wind.
Jorund stopped.
“Hermit? Have I heard that name before? ”
“Hermit? Have I heard that name before? ”
"Everyone has heard it, the question is when?" The wind called out as a man draped a red cloak with a hood concealing his face appeared on the roof, his appearance was peaceful but you could sense his power just by being in his presence.
Jorund whipped around, seeing the man.
“Are you the Hermit?”
“Are you the Hermit?”
"That seems to be the most common name but I have other titles, I understand that a utopia is being planned?" The Hermit asked as he watched to see how the man would behave.
Roko cleared his throat, his eyes regaining their natural color and his composure returning to normal.
“I wish to destroy Amaterasu, the Kings, Queens, and Satan, then establish myself as grand ruler and everyone will be righteous under my command.”
“I wish to destroy Amaterasu, the Kings, Queens, and Satan, then establish myself as grand ruler and everyone will be righteous under my command.”
"Sounds entertaining, I'll happily aid your cause." The hermit said as he began chuckling to himself, thinking of how events will unfold.
“You have chosen well, Hermit. I will gift you with a seat of ruling over the New Kingdom.”
Roko smiled. His plan was finally coming to fruition.
Roko smiled. His plan was finally coming to fruition.
"I do not wish to rule anything, I'll just help move the plan along and give you a very much deserved title." The Hermit politely declined the offer, the Hermit only ever wanted entertainment and didn't care for rewards.
Roko smiled. "Very well. Thank you for your support, Hermit. This is a campaign that won't fail. Do you happen to debate? Because I need someone to back me up in convincing the realms to go against their masters."
"There are many ways to go about that, the best idea would be to prove that you're a better leader. If you do that I can create doubt amongst the populace which will turn to confusion, causing them to turn to you so that they know what to do." The Hermit confirmed, he could talk in the open but he believed it easier to sow the seeds of confusion for this.
“I'll need to make an example. But this would require publicly executing one of the Lords in front of the others.”
Roko stroked his chin with two fingers.
Roko stroked his chin with two fingers.
"A random execution is not wise, defeat him using your wits and after victory with brains to you win by brawn. Show you are not only a strong ruler but a wise one aswell, and if the lord agree's to serve you his life should be spared to show you're also merciful. By showing these various traits you are seen as more of a leader, interact with the populace and help the ordinary man to show your compassion and that you're not out of reach unlike how Amaterasu is seen as abandoning them. Listen to their concerns and aid them unlike the arrogant satin, you must not defeat them until after you have proven you are a better choice." The Hermit said, he had many ideas and knew how to worm his way through any situation.(Sorry if it's a bit long)
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Roko grinned. “I never thought of it that way before. Thank you so much. It's that damn Sebastian and Ciel I need to take care of most of all. I just need more power so I may defeat them without the slightest of conflict and bend them to my will.”
Roko's teeth gritted on the mentioning of the two Kings.
Roko grinned. “I never thought of it that way before. Thank you so much. It's that damn Sebastian and Ciel I need to take care of most of all. I just need more power so I may defeat them without the slightest of conflict and bend them to my will.”
Roko's teeth gritted on the mentioning of the two Kings.
"Exactly, to win a war through violence means nothing. Succeeding without violence is true power." The Hermit said, it was one of his favourite quotes after all.
“Any other advice before we begin?” Roko asked.
"Give me suggestions, not orders." The Hermit said as he turned his head and a cheeky smile could be seen peeking out from his hood.
“Will do,” Roko said, smiling back and snickering.
“Shall we begin?” That was one of Roko's favorite quotes.
“Shall we begin?” That was one of Roko's favorite quotes.
"The crow fly's best at The dawn." The hermit agreed.but beware the storm at dusk he thought to himself.
“I'm going to host a grand party when Amaterasu finally bows to me.”
“First order of business: to bring those bastards Sebastian and Ciel to their knees begging for mercy.”
“First order of business: to bring those bastards Sebastian and Ciel to their knees begging for mercy.”
"Not for mercy, make them beg for leadership." The Hermit advised, if they admit that he's better the civilians will be easier to persuade.
“Right. How I go about doing that, though …”
"Learn their weakness and strength and become superior in both, then show kindness to them. If possible save their life and place them in your debt." The Hermit suggested, the Hermit could even arrange for an Accident to occur
“You're a genius, Hermit. Even those Messiah will be questioning their faith.” He chuckled once again.
"As Loki said, all messiah's are simply puppets. You should be wary of the one pulling the strings." The Hermit said as a thin string decended from each of his fingers."The best puppet's don't even notice the strings that guide them."
“Then who leads the Messiah?”
"That information is irrelevant." The Hermit said as a puppet appeared at the end of the strings he made."What you need to do is severe the strings." The Hermit said as he summone some scissors and cut each individual string.
"And re-sow them onto you." The Hermit said as the puppets strings retied themselves into each of The man's fingers before vanishing.
“Now I get it. You speak in riddles, so I'm extremely confused.
“Well, onto establishing leadership!”
“Well, onto establishing leadership!”
"If i didn't speak in riddles life would be too easy." The Hermit pointed out."To attain leadership you find fault within your opponent and make that mark bigger." The Hermit advised.
“Precisely. That bastard Sebastian apparently can stop time with a pocket watch he owns. That's probably just a method he uses to do it, so I need some way of hindering that power. This will ensure he won't be able to be a threat.”
"Then show favour to Reapers, make some follow you and use their combined force to hinder that capability. By making Reapers follow you in itself would show they prefer your leadership over his." The Hermit suggested, reapers after all were meant to manipulate time to kill."But I thought Loki stole that amulet for his own purposes already?" The hermit asked quietly.
“I'll turn the Reapers, Demons, and Angels against all who oppose me, including Loki. He will back down to sheer crowd force.” He paused for a moment, then grinned widely. “Oh, I'm gleeful! ”
"Loki will not cower, even if he knows he will die he would stand on the front lines. Leave him to me." The Hermit suggested, wondering if their would be any disagreement.
“Very well. Loki is yours to kill.”
He waved in agreement.
He waved in agreement.
"Killing Loki is nigh impossible thanks to someone's intervention, what I need to do is persuade him." The Hermit claimed.
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It was a few stokes from midnight. Nearly all the life that normally plagued the city streets with an obnoxious wave of clustered sounds, car alarms and daily commotion were now completely ceased, besides those few oddities that loved basking in the pale moonlight from a full cycle such as it was now. Among the darkness, one creature of the night in particular was lurking down the darkened paveways, bright crimson eyes scanning the area such as a beast lying in wait to catch its prey. It definitely wasn't a shadow anyone in there right minds would want to encounter. Especially since there was nothing but a disturbingly emotionless entity under the thick black cloak.The shadow had stopped, seeming the lightly take in the aroma of the area. His eyes flickered back and forth, keeping alert as he assured himself in a deep monotone, "They're close... No doubt." He proceeded to take a few steps closer before connecting it with one swift motion of biting through the bandaging on his arm to reveal a small razor blade, flicking his arm as the blade was flung off of him, pinpointed to hit direction on the forehead of a figure that was perched on the side railing of a roof. Hs crimson gaze watched expectantly, thoguh to his dismay, the wind current picked up and derived the blade from his original intended path, swiping right through the rose they were holding and scraping a thin layer of flesh form the hand holding it. The demon cursed under his breath and couldn't help but grit his teeth, flashing his longer than normal fangs in bitter lividity.
The feral glint in his slitted eyes never left its mark and for some reason just the acknowledgement of this stranger caused his temper to flourish dangerously with overwhelming rage. He was determined to take the figure out. While the stranger was acknowledging the fact that his rose had been sliced back, he retreated silently into the shadows so he wouldn't be seen and began to creep closer to where he was inconspiciously. Once in range, he then lept from the shadows and lunged at them, unable to help as an agitated snarl left his lips and quickly aimed the head of the scythe strapped to his back at there throat. His bright gaze didn't waver as he mustered out a low intimidating growl, "Give me one good reason why i shouldn't tear out your own intestines to strangle you with. Then I might make your demise a little less... extravagent than the other's I've encountered..."
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He kept his gaze hard on him in the silence, confused why he didn't reply. Though the moment he was hugged, he jumped in a similar manerism to a startled feline and let out a surprised screech, shoving him away and stumbling back. Madara quickly regained himself before gritting his teeth, "What's wrong with you?? " He snapped bitterly, proceeding to question, "And why do you want to see me of all people again? There's a reason that we don't live together you know... I hate everyone in my family, especially your side..." He narrowed his eyes slightly, continuing to grip around the handle of his scythe rather stubbornly, having to stop himself from pointing it up at him.
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"I don't care. Strong or not, it's the truth. And stop staring at me like that! It's fucking creepy!" he barked, despising how cheerful he looked. He always got irritated when others looked rather happy about something, most likely since it was an emotion he could never understand himself. Not once in recent times could he ever recall himself being happy. He had never felt anything but anger and frustration for centuries though, so any emotions confused him and left him suspicious. He felt as he could choke on how cheery his step brother was being at the momented and uttered a monotone grunt, "I don't like these 'hugs'. There a meaningless form of communication that the weak use to sway others with false feelings of assurance. I'll never be swayed by such mediocre trickery..." His gaze darkened hearing his answer, "So what? Family doesn't matter. And of course i came alone. The better question is what are you doing here? Especially this late at night. You're not plotting anything... are you?"
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Erek was sitting on the side of the roof, writing in a journal, when he got up, went into his pack and took out his collapsible scythe
Kira opened the door to the rooftop. School had been suffocating. He rparents expected so much of her. They wanted her to be perefdct. No that that was hard. She combed a rouge strand of hair from her face and then jolted to a hault when she saw Erek and his scyth. Her eyes wide, her hands itched towards her shruikens that were strapped to her thighs
Erek elongated his weapon and began twirling around his body, unaware of the ninja moving towards him
He casually looked at his fingernails while he spoke.