Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20140521023836/@comment-11588669-20140523020849

"...baka-yarou..." He muttered under his breath, looking at that weird Sentai kid run off. "His sense of 'Justice' is going to get him into some pretty deep shit...something tells me I'm bailing him out of it..." Shaking his head, he turned to Daniel.

Kūkan cracked a small smile at the attempted joke from Daniel and Karul. "A word of advice to the both of you: Spirit Swords are a bit much to handle, depending on your partner. They often off-set the wielder's personality, yet compliments it, balancing it out. A pacifist will recieve one that's either uncaring. aggressive, or doesn't mind fighting, but respects their wishes, even if they are annoyed by it. A warmonger will recieve a weapon that will temper his aggression, all the while welcoming a good, but fair fight. Take Kumori, for instance. She's kind, caring, and attractive. She enjoys conversation, is somewhat flirty -or at least will throw out a innuendo here or there if you set yourself up for it- and more often than not greets first. In short, she's a very confident extrovert. While I, on the other hand, am more...introverted, in most respects." He paused to take a breath.

"Be careful, both of you. I don't want to have to bail your asses out of something if either you or your sword gets you into it." He warned. Kūkan knew it sounded arrogant, but he had more training and experience than the both of them, it looks like. "Try to keep a level head and think things through...that includes rushing in and interrupting a training session with blades."

Kumori, uncharacteristically silent the entire time, stepped up beside him. "Just try to talk with the sword. They tend, or in my case at least, to like getting to know their wielder. Find out it's likes and dislikes, or he/she enjoys being out in the open. They're your partner now, until you die, or you extremely fall out of favor with them. Speaking of..." She turned to the aggressive spirit, and crossed her arms under her bust. Which pushed it up a bit.

"Acheron, is it?" She asked calmly. Kūkan stepped up beside her, and shook his head. If there was one thing she hated, it was people in pain needlessly. While normally docile, she had a quick wit...and a scathing tongue. Slowly, Kumori held out her hand. "My name is Kumori. Agent of the Void."