A trophy of trophies

[Echøux [Admin]]

Shizaru walked the sidewalk, leaning on the cane he carried with him as always in the human world. The necklace he wore made a heavy clink sound with every lying limp he faked, pretending to be a crippled old man. How he hated to use this vessel instead of his regular true form, however it didn't bother him enough to even raise his heartbeat. The range of emotions for him was broad, but his reaction to them was like a Circus Tamer to a Lion, only the lion was a dragon and it was sealed in an air-tight plastic bag.

Looking left and right for no reason than for the aesthetics, he walked across the street to a small dilapidated house. He could feel yelling coming from inside, but could feel the pressure more than anything. The pressure of a strong artifact. He gimped in through the front door, a half eaten meal on the table beside him, and the weaves grew stronger, meaning the yelling was closer. He took a few more steps, and lifted his walking stick off the ground. Lightly putting it to the wall he felt for a vibration, but the yelling had apparently ceased. Suddenly he felt a quick slam, the slam of a door. He turned around and quickly walked outside, following the pressure when he suddenly felt it stop. Curiously he tilted his head up at the young man on the top of the building. His heart beat was raising. He was holding the artifact. Immediately, Shizaru reacted.

He took a jump up to the second floor and grabbed the window sill, and flung himself to the top of the roof landing next to the young man, who had fallen to the ground. Shizaru took a few steps forward and still did not assume his true form. This pressure wasn't that strong. He swung the walking stick and stopped it against the ground, and drew the short blade from behind his back. However the man would see nothing as he casted Kōshin on all three of his weapons, an invisible short sword gripped in his hand, he drew his arm back to strike.

[smileythepooh[Squee]]

Oh what a glorious day it was. The sun was shining, the birds were chripedy chirping, and it was very quiet. The, a man appeared out of nowhere and instantly the world seemed more suckish then it already is. The man's name was Mr. Squee. Let me rephrase that, the demon's name was Mr. Squee and he was on one of his "soul hunts". He was hoping to find a whopper today, a very troubled soul who is easy to manipulate into...say, joining an non-existent army that plans to over throw the government. These "solders" will soon get killed in a accident and fill up residence in Squee's homeland. Today, Squee felt a wonderful strong vibe of moody coming from the slums. Moody souls made Squee's job a lot easier. As usual, Squee wore a nice black suit and had a disturbingly large smile on his face. However, he hated his human form smile, not nearly as creepy and large as his true form's. With a skip in his step, Squee began searching for the place where the vibe came from.

It didn't take long. He found himself in front of a run down two story house. The door was wide open as if someone had gone in recently. However, it was the roof that interested him most. Two people stood on top of it. One was about to pound his fist on the other who was currently on the ground. Squee made a high pitched screech of joy and wandered into the house. He burst through the main room and went strait into the room next to it. In there was a small kitchen, very shabby with a small refrigerator, smeared sinks, crusty stove, and some old chairs to match a small old table. Sitting in one of these chairs, was a woman who was so surprised that Squee suddenly appeared that she dropped her cigarette. Squee nodded to her in greeting and burst into a near door that led up to the next floor and then he went up another flight of stairs that went up to the roof.

While on his way up, Squee took out his handy dandy lighter and flipped open the cap so a small flame would appear. On the roof, Squee came just in time to see the man about to pound the poor kid. Squee quickly ran up to the man and said, "Whoa there slick!" He stepped in front of the man's fist with his arm that held his lighter stretched out. With a big smile Squee said, "Now now, whatever you two are fighting about must be able to be resolved by talking it out, yes?" Squee picked the boy off the ground and said to him while still holding on to his shirt, "Now, what is the crap head thing you did to make this dude angry?" It is too bad Squee doesn't know the vibe he felt was from another demon....