mincezis
cb and specify mood, or drop on my board. will respond to them tomorrow when free.
mincezis
mincezis
chat do i or do i not bring kashi back..
refleshards
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legs stumble as his hands cover his mouth, coughing up trickling crimson into them. it feels like that night when he tried to cheat all over again, where his body was so beaten he had to get stitches in multiple places. aizhen hisses as the wind carelessly breezes fresh, bleak air onto his raw wounds, staggering towards a wall to hold onto it to keep himself up. " h- ha .. shit. "
refleshards
@mincezis shivers wrack their body as orbs flick up, hazily catching on the other mans gaze. " minzy.. " the name is murmured, leaning his head back against the rugged walls surface, far too bleak to be anything close to comfortable. " it wasn't ..intentional, it happened before- – i knew anything. "
mincezis
@refleshards upon hearing a noise, xufei quickly turns head. he'd been observing the land upon a roof ledge. the crisp cold airs lovely silent sound brushing past his ears and the city lights, could bring a serene peace to his being. right now that'd been broken. gaze flickers below to find none other than the red–head who'd pestering him ever so much. though something was array, his movement was more staggard and harsh. it took merely a moment for lang to touch ground, the first to hit him was the smell, waves of iron —seems he'd been bleeding. " you sure know how to pick fights, " he states, slow on the approach to access how badly his damage was.
refleshards
oh, it's you. isn't it a little late for you to ge wandering the streets, great swordmaster ? :)
mincezis
@refleshards he blanks, not amused by the comment. he doesn't really need consent to kill, not that he'll say so outloud.
refleshards
@mincezis " painlessly seems impossible.. unfortunately, i would rather you not try. i keep my darkest secrets there. "
mincezis
uh. cb or drop replies on mb
refleshards
/ jumps
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/ W fc !! I love kagurabachi
mincezis
comment below and specify.
mincezis
VIGILANTE ON THE RISE.
among all the heroes ranked by trust, and the ones who wanna be heroes, he alone rejects the system but not by choosing fear.
mincezis
at age twenty, lang had been fully skilled in all sword style techniques. from young age to adolescence and now adulthood, he was a complete swordsman. he cared not what judgeful gazes others gave him as he meandered the streets with his katana sheathed upon his person. dark hair masked his view as he walked but only slightly so xufei could still make way of his path. some actually found him to be intriguing more than thuggish, either way they'd received no reaction from the male.
it was only one time, once that turned him into this mysterious figure with a slow zooming popularity. slicing down some unsavory figures with deadly weapons in the night somehow managed to gain attention. even when no one was around, when he thought he could slink by unnoticed, lang still found himself plastered in the media. the way he knew? passing by one of the many televised news reports that were showcased on buildings around the city. thankfully his features hadn't been caught on camera, must've been shitty recording quality. minz was the name they gave him, calling him a hero of the night. disgust laced his features, what he wouldn't give to just destroy every screen plastering his image as heroic. the only reason xufei had intervened at all was because they were interrupting the peace, that and property damage just irked him on a deeper level. the sanctity of ones possessions was not something so easily trifiled with for him.
mincezis
LANG XUFEI
vigil. name MINZ ( mince )
from a young age, xufei had not even what you would call a low trust score. it was a negative trust score. upon seeing this, people could only assume something was wrong with him—even though he was just your average, introverted child. the boy couldn't have cared less about a score at all. he wasn't bothered by the children who gave him scarce looks or the adults who'd whisper amongst each other upon his passing. a flash of a screen, lit up the dreary atmosphere surrounding him. another advertisement about the current ranking heroes and X. what a sham was all he thought. day in and day out, this propaganda spreading of heroism. as if heroes didn't cause as much damage as these so-called villainous figures.
at home reading, in silence—solace, was where he could truly think. breathe. there were a bunch of old texts, scrolls, books— passed from his family. containing all types of traditions or just information in general. what really picked up his attention were the ones with swords, the techniques, the fighting styles. each and everything stuck with the young lang. thus where his training began and the story of minz continues.
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