☂ —— Do I smell any formidable, worthy opponents?
☂ —— This beast quenches for your blood.
ceruleanpledge
[☂] — “Oh?” Noticing a young boy trot about, confusion written all over his face, Kamui assumed that the boy was completely lost. Contemplating whether he should come to the aid of the child, stroking his chin pensively, a sigh parted from him as he wrapped the final bandages around his face. It was necessary to cover as much skin as he could in order to saunter around the town under the scorching sun, because if he didn’t, then he would shrivel up and die a very pathetic death. Which was something he really didn’t want to happen. After finally coming to a decision, he decided to lend the boy a hand. Even though he was a beast who lusted for blood, that didn’t mean he would indiscriminately kill anyone within sight. He preferred to kill those who he considered strong and powerful, usually sparing women and children for reasons.
Approaching the lost boy, putting up the pretense of a caring and gentle person, Kamui ceased his footsteps once he was standing in front of the boy. His attire certainly differed from what he was used to, but he hardly ever paid attention to details relating to status. “Yo.” He greeted amiably, raising his hand as he flicked his wrist once as he gave a single wave. “Name’s Kamui.”
☂ —— Do I smell any formidable, worthy opponents?
☂ —— This beast quenches for your blood.
sadistic-sociopath
[☂] — “Ah~ And who do we have here?” Feeling the presence of someone nearby, tailing him ever since he set foot on the Kabuki district, Kamui could hardly contain his excitement. Finally, someone who carried a rather intriguing scent, similar to the scent of the samurai he has encountered. Perhaps this person would become a potential prey, one who would provide him with entertainment. For now, he had to keep a low profile, put up a pretense in order to further observe what skills this particular person possessed. Yielding, the deceptive smile present on his lips, umbrella shielding him from the sun, a chuckle parted his lips. “Now, now. No need to hide, whoever you are. Why don’t you show yourself.”
☂ —— Do I smell any formidable, worthy opponents?
☂ —— This beast quenches for your blood.
chinadollkagura
[☂] — Sapphire oculars narrowed slightly as the particular scent of a certain weakling wafted in the evening breeze, digits curling before forming a fist, clenching tightly. This was the least person he wanted to encounter, but it was inevitable it seems. Gradually closing his lids, ill thoughts no longer formulating in the depths of his mind, Kamui managed to calm his nerves for the moment. If he hadn’t, then he would have lunged at her without hesitating whatsoever, killing her in the process. As much as he liked the idea of slaughtering his own blood with his very own hands, the idea of overpowering a single weakling didn’t exactly appeal to him. However, that didn’t mean that it would prevent him from verbally abusing his younger sibling. “Didn’t I say I had no time for weaklings?” This was as close as a greeting his sibling, Kagura, was ever going to receive from him.
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outofblood; Yes, I will be using it more now. I have been gone almost all day due to a surprise visit. Anyway, I hope I get to RP with you. :) As well as the other Gintama RPers.
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Yeah, I’ll be on Kamui some more starting tomorrow.
“Good morning and welcome, Madame Ikumatsu, Mister Abuto, Mister Gintoki and Mister Gintoki, again. Can I help you?”
[☂] — “I don’t think we’ve properly met before, miss. And ah, just a little correction on your part, it’s Kamui— not Abuto. You see, Abuto is my….how do I put it….Ah, right— he’s my subordinate. Although, as of late, he seems more like a bickering mother than a subordinate.”
☂ —— Do I smell any formidable, worthy opponents?
☂ —— This beast quenches for your blood.
bloody-child
[☂] — Relaxing under the shade of a tree, his traditional Japanese umbrella perched next to him, Kamui basked in the serenity surrounding the verdant meadows. Cracking a single eye open, the presence of someone approaching him stealthily, an amused smirk danced along his lips. The scent that emanated off of this person was a particularly intriguing one, different from the samurai and oddly similar to his own. This had piqued his interest— seeing as someone had shed blood with their own hands, other than himself. Sitting upright, grabbing hold of his umbrella as he opened it, his fingers twitched about— his bloodlust gradually consuming him. “Come out and show yourself, no need to be shy. I’m not gonna hurt you.” At least, not yet.
