Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20140521023836/@comment-11588669-20140523005252

Kūkan was not amused. He looked at the saxophone, and snorted.

"You were out of tune." Turning, he looked at the blue haired boy. To him, it spoke of pure...benevolance. It was a nature spirit...but it seemed odd to him. And with that being in a sword...his own weapon was nature based, though a blend between natural shadows and...something else. But even then...the joining of the Shinai and spirit seemed forced, accidental. The saxophone on the other hand, seemed naturally occuring. If a bit annoying.

Okay, very annoying.

Kumori, on the other hand, grasped the child's-Aoleous's hand in a firm handshake. With a smile on her face and her posture relax, she let go, hand dropping to her side.

"My name, as you've already heard, is Kumori. I'm just the spirit of the grouch's weapon." 'The Grouch' raised an eyebrow, and looked over to the final student who was attracted to their little debacle. Kunal, if he remembered right. Seems Kūkan wasn't the only swordsman at this place. He wasn't surprised...though the feeling he got from Kunal's weapon was...he shivered, resisting the urge to draw his own weapon. Evil, in a word. Malevolent, a pure counterbalance to Aoleous. And the talking saxophone.

Kumori sensed his distress, and mentally sent him a wave of calm. He exhaled, and stepped back as Kumori began talking with the others. Funny how a sword was more talkative than he was.

"So....what do you guys do for fun?"