forum Demon slayer RP

Started May 04, 2021 by @Fantasy-Illy!

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(Oh yeah, totally forgot about that. Let me fix it.)

(Fixed. Now it should make more sense, haha. I forget a lot of things so don't be afraid to correct me if something is wrong.)

"Aw, did a demon get caught out in the sun? Poor thing," an overly empathetic voice suddenly rang out. The demon followed the sound of the voice, narrowed eyes landing on a smiling teen perched on the wall. Said teen drew his weapon slowly, deliberately allowing for the sunlight to catch on his lilac blade while he studied the demon thoughtfully.

Hoshiko nodded towards Matsuri. "Need any help putting this one down? That wound looks irritating."

"You think you can just butt in and underestimate me?" the demon shrieked, tongue writhing in its mouth in a way that reminded the young slayer of a squirming worm on a fish hook. Hoshiko calmly stepped off the wall just before the tiles where he'd been standing flew off, landing a few meters away from either party. He tutted, shaking his head in exasperation at the enemy. "Your attacks might be invisible, but I can feel the vibrations of them beneath my feet." He wiggled his toes in his boots to emphasize his point, then turned back to the other slayer.

"So how about it?" Hoshiko asked again. He didn't exactly want to steal her kill or interfere if she decided she was better off handling it alone, but at the same time, he was itching for a fight.

From the shadows, a slightly tall and lightly muscled figure stepped out in the light, with the wind whistling against his face and his eyes giving off a mean and tough look. "What are you two doing in my territory," said Kino starting to walk towards the other slayers, "Any demon on my land is my kill," he said giving off an angry look across his face and slowly pulling out his katana.

Matsuri turned to see a boy walking towards them. She didn't want Hoshiko to get distracted, so Matsuri stepped in front of the boy with a small smile. "I'm sorry, we didn't know." It was embarrassing to meet someone in her condition, but there was nothing she could do at this point. "If we had known we wouldn't have come. I'm really sorry." She bowed in front the the stranger to show her sincerity. As Matsuri talked the boy, she made she to keep an eye on Hoshiko in case he needed help. They've known each other for a while now, in fact Matsuri wouldn't be alive if he hadn't showed up in her life.

Hoshiko’s first thought was that the newcomer was another demon, but he just as quickly dismissed the idea. If the uniform and nichirin sword weren’t dead giveaways, then it was the almost-too-quiet footfalls that lacked the overall ill intention demons tended to carry with them.

That’s not to say this new slayer didn’t rub him the wrong way. Ignoring Matsuri’s attempted intervention, he peeked around her to stare at the other boy.

“Since when do demon slayers have territory? You must not be given a lot of assignments,” he called back with a slight frown, the tip of his sword just barely lowering with his shift in attention. That small slip was enough.

The force of the surprise attack caught the underside of his jaw, just below his right ear. Hoshiko staggered back several paces, readjusting his grip on his weapon and glowering at the demon who, if possible, looked even more furious than before.

“What are three kids going to do?” he hissed, eyes darting between the slayers. “If any of you know what’s good for you, you’ll run!”

Hoshiko hummed, freeing a hand to wipe at the blood dripping down his neck. “If your threats carried any real weight, Matsuri would be dead by now and that blow just now would've killed me. I’ll admit, modifying your attack was a good call and you might cause some trouble for a novice slayer all on their lonesome, but three of us? You’re in no position to win here, especially during the day when you’re cornered like a wild animal. It’s why you’re panicking,” he deduced, flicking off stray droplets of his blood and ignoring the way the demon’s eyes trailed after it.

“You’re just kids!” he tried again, his anger taking on a notably desperate tone.

“Your point?” the silver-haired swordsman wondered aloud, only managing a shit-eating grin before raising his blade to deflect another airborne blow. His planted feet carved shallow grooves in the earth as he was forced back another few inches, but he kept his footing.

Enraged, the demon directed his attention towards the other two slayers, shifting his weight in a manner that told Hoshiko everything he needed to know.

“Matsuri, two o'clock!” he warned, sidestepping closer to safeguard her weaker side.