Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20140521023836/@comment-11588669-20140602022412

Kumori smirked, and threw her arm around Shika.

"I think I'm gonna like you...scratch that, I already do. But before I do, I want a...promise, of sorts, from you." She leaned in, and all pretense of any sort of friendship was gone. In it's place was an expression of pure, dangerous, ancient power. The air around them became heavy, the shadows seemed to grow, and a feeling of fear and dispair was so thick it was almost palpable. Her eyes, that vibrant purple, became sinister, filled with knowledge that no young person would have.

It was very, very prevelant that everything with this Spirit Sword was not what it seemed.

"Just one, teeny, tiny little promise...that you'll attempt to be his friend, and NOT use any of this against him maliciously...alright?" While a simple question it was, the obvious threat behind it was clear as crystal.