Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140518222357

Kūkan looked around, and adjusted the katana across his back. Kumori was a unique blade. At the bottom of a suka (Hilt) wrapped in dark purple silk was a dark, almost black blue silk string. The fuchi (Cross guard) was in the shape of an exploding star: Nine curved points with decorative swirls leading it to the center, marked in black on a gold surface. The  Saya (sheath or scabbard) was a deep black, seemingly sucking the light around it away. Both ends of the saya were capped in gold, and decorated simply with the kanji for 'Void' on it.

He let go, satisfied with the position of his weapon. Kūkan sighed, and adjusted the grey and blue bag on his other shoulder. He wasn't a bad looking kid, but most saw him as a punkish type. And for good reason. He had short and spiky brown, nearly black hair that just never went down(seriously, he's tried everything. Just gave up), eyes that seemed to shift between a dark purple and brown depending on his mood. Even his state of dress made him seem like a trouble maker: He wore the school uniform under a dark athletics jacket with silver highlights. He didn't have his tie on, and the collar was unbuttoned. Not that he minded the clothes, but they got uncomfortable. His face was always in what seemed to be a dark, angry, or simply uncaring expression.

What really sold his 'Punk' look was his attitude. He was snarky and sarcastic. Downright rude in most cases. He snapped out at anyone, seemingly for just asking simple questions. An ass, meanie, jerk, bastard. All of those labels and more had been thrown on him. He didn't mind, or even care. If it helped keep the idiots away, then the more the merrier. He was nice when he wanted to be...he just didn't really have a reason to want to be nice. With a sigh, he turned away from his introspection, and began pondering his new school. Not giving a damn about the stares he was recieving due to the katana on his back.

''New school, eh? Osaka Gakuin #42....say a lotta strange things happen here. Ranging from Kitsune to Shinigami, hell, even ghosts that appear as horrifying monsters. Eh, either way. Something shows up, deal with it, and keep up the high GPA. ''He glanced to the suka sticking out a good eight inches over his shoulder, and smirked. "Wonder if you'll be needed, eh?" The expression fell, quickly replaced by a scowl. Last time...was a bit much.

'"Oh don't worry..." 'Kumori replied in his mind, the feminine voice peaceful. "I'm sure something'll come up. Do your job, remember that."

''Alright, alright. I getcha.''

Footsteps reached his ears, and he snapped back into reality. He looked to his left, and walking a little bit away was a girl with cat ears. Kūkan watched her out of the corner of his eye, his pace never changing.

''A neko? Crap, looks like the rumors were right. This year should be interesting, to say the least.'' 