12-31-2006, 08:04 AM
The cool breeze rushed over Sesshoumaru?s body as he wondered the city streets. So far his day had been rather uneventful. It?d been a long while since he was able to let himself go. The demon had a natural itch to fight, and definitely needed to scratch it, he longed for a good fight in which he could freely let himself go. But at the same time, he wanted a challenge, not a walk in the park where he could easily waltz over someone without a second thought. He had low-level demons, and half-demon scum for that.
Sesshoumaru was a tad out of place, at least for this timeline. For the most part, his attire was white. The upper half was met with a deep azure honeycomb pattern that started at the collar and ran to the end of the shoulder. The sleeve was long, covering the distance to his hand. Being the classic kimono top, the bottom part of the sleeve extended back. A bar ran across it, repeating the same pattern, blue with honeycomb shapes.
Covering his chest was an ?ancient? armor, for the most part it was dead black. The trim, which extended out, was chrome with spikes. The only part of his armor to extend past his chest was the pualdron, which was thin and connected to the back, though it also had spikes that ?decorated? it.
His Sashinuki Hakama pants complemented his top. His boots, jet-black, pointed and ankle high, finish off his outfit. Soft, white fur also covers his right shoulder, instead of armor. In his obi, he carries but one sword. Sesshoumaru was the heir to the Tenseiga. Left to him by his father. He loathed the sword for a long time, for the simple fact that it did nothing for him, and couldn?t cut anything. Though soon enough he went to the smith who forged the sword, Totepo, and had him ?remake? the sword so he could use it as an actual sword.
He continued along his path, soon reaching an S-Mart. He?d never been to one, never mind the fact the had no idea what it was or what they sold. Even if he did, he didn?t have any money. Deciding to be different however, he started over to the super store. As Sesshoumaru drew closer to the store, he was taken aback momentarily. Out front of the store was a rather raggedy looking fellow, and two seemingly normal kids. Though what drew his attention the most, was the man had a chainsaw attacked to his arm, where his right hand would have normally been.
OCC: Ker'blam. >_> Take it from there or w/e.
Sesshoumaru was a tad out of place, at least for this timeline. For the most part, his attire was white. The upper half was met with a deep azure honeycomb pattern that started at the collar and ran to the end of the shoulder. The sleeve was long, covering the distance to his hand. Being the classic kimono top, the bottom part of the sleeve extended back. A bar ran across it, repeating the same pattern, blue with honeycomb shapes.
Covering his chest was an ?ancient? armor, for the most part it was dead black. The trim, which extended out, was chrome with spikes. The only part of his armor to extend past his chest was the pualdron, which was thin and connected to the back, though it also had spikes that ?decorated? it.
His Sashinuki Hakama pants complemented his top. His boots, jet-black, pointed and ankle high, finish off his outfit. Soft, white fur also covers his right shoulder, instead of armor. In his obi, he carries but one sword. Sesshoumaru was the heir to the Tenseiga. Left to him by his father. He loathed the sword for a long time, for the simple fact that it did nothing for him, and couldn?t cut anything. Though soon enough he went to the smith who forged the sword, Totepo, and had him ?remake? the sword so he could use it as an actual sword.
He continued along his path, soon reaching an S-Mart. He?d never been to one, never mind the fact the had no idea what it was or what they sold. Even if he did, he didn?t have any money. Deciding to be different however, he started over to the super store. As Sesshoumaru drew closer to the store, he was taken aback momentarily. Out front of the store was a rather raggedy looking fellow, and two seemingly normal kids. Though what drew his attention the most, was the man had a chainsaw attacked to his arm, where his right hand would have normally been.
OCC: Ker'blam. >_> Take it from there or w/e.
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