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Post by Orochi Hitsugi on Sept 14, 2018 8:16:05 GMT
He just knew his week was going to go to hell.
The Sunday of the prior week, he received a package. It was something he’d heard of in passing from his father, but something he had never wanted to get his hands on. It was a switch that flipped in his head. At 5am in the morning, he’d woken with a large black box sitting against the door of his room in his own house. His younger sister was with her father at the time, and he had great doubts his mother would’ve allowed his father into this house. This was trouble.
He took the box to his room, and quickly took note of what it looked like. The box itself was four foot long, and 3 high, with a width of 1 foot. It couldn’t have held much. He couldn’t really feel anything from it, and that bothered him. On the top of the box was something that bothered him. Spelled out in silver text was ”For my misguided Son. Prove me wrong.”. His gaze hardened before opening the box. Before it was light, but the moment he tried to pull the lid off it was like something had begun to suffocate him.
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Post by Orochi Hitsugi on Sept 15, 2018 19:19:49 GMT
Viktor’s speech
Orochi’s speech
Sakiko's speech
A bit of fear set in as he realized what was laying in the box. It was the Sanrei Glove. He just simple stared at it as he clicked back what it was doing there. There was still silence in the room minutes later before a clink sounded from the box. A set of tick tocks came after before a voice echoed from it. It was a bit snide, the voice with an obvious learned accent. ”If you’re hearing this, then you’re either Orochi or Ayume. If this is Ayume close the damn box, and put it back. If this is Orochi, then you realize it’s time to take the next step in your training. Before you is the Sanrei glove. I’m very sure you know what it is. Learn to use it, or your sister is going to be taught to use it. I’m sure you don’t want Sakiko to learn from me on this. There was a crude laughter following before silence followed.
Orochi waited for a few moments before reaching for the lid of the box, readying to close it and hide it for later before another voice came out. It was feminine, and softer. There was some sort of sweetness in it. ”I miss you brother. He said to inform him of where you’re doing your training for this. He wants to over see. Also I might get to come see you after this if I do good with me training!” The voice was soon cut with something similar to a crash. ”This is ending. I wait your call Seigfried
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Post by Orochi Hitsugi on Sept 15, 2018 20:37:18 GMT
Viktor’s speech
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Sakiko
There was something inside of him that broke at that moment. The sound of his sister’s voice for the first time in several years nearly brought a tear to his eyes. ”I swear Sakiko, I’ll find a way to get you home away from him.” Escaped from his lips as he closed the box. There was a small whisper that he would wear was just a whisper of his mind ”Thank you”
Where as before he was going to just shove the glove away, now was the time to deal with this. Part of his ego demanded it. Part of him, his honor flared. His father had just laid on another insult against him. He slipped the lid back onto the box, and quickly began to move. His normal clothes quickly donned his body, and then he opened it. In a sense, Orochi had a normal room for a 22 year old that took care of his parents. There were some random idol figures high on some shelves. He had some posters thrown around, and pictures on the wall. There was a black desk with a computer set up, and a laptop next to it. However, that wasn’t what this was leading too. His closet was unusual in the manner that it was locked. His clothes were stored in drawers under his bed, so no one would ever need to open it.
In truth the keyslot for the doors were special. The only thing that that would open it was a special key. He took the cross from his wrist, and slipped it into the open area. A burst of reiatsu cascaded through his fingers, and into the door before the cross would’ve turned. The sound of dials turning filled his ears before his door slipped open. His hunting gear was before him. Given he was there for a few things that’d be useful. He took eight of the ginto tubes that sat in one of the boxes, and slipped them into his pockets. The Seele Schild encased his left arm. He gave it a twist, and a bend to ensure it was on right. Lastly he took his Seher, and placed it over the temple on the right side of his face. In the end, he took 10 of the Karte stashed them in the pocket of his pants. They could be of some use later. He wasn’t going ill prepared. His father would be there after all.
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Post by Orochi Hitsugi on Sept 15, 2018 21:32:18 GMT
Viktor’s speech
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Sakiko
Flash forward a few hours.
He has already decided to call his boss, and informed her of the week off due to family issues he was having. She accepted it. Perfect time for a bit of vacation time after all.
Orochi was standing in the middle of the field, with the black box sitting just infront of him. His back was to a tree, and his senses were open. He was waiting for the man that had caused his life so many issues from the start.
”There is no way he’ll ge-
”Who?”
Echoed from across the field. Before him was a larger man, standing at the height of 6’1. His hair was a dark brown. His face was etched with years of pain, and strife. He wore not the traditional white and blue robes of a quincy as one you’d expect a loyalist to wear. Instead he wore a pair of black slacks and a red shirt. Over that was a black coat that hung down to his feet. It had a bit of gold trim going down the center with a green crystal of some kind at the top. Viktor’s own left hand was covered in a Sanrei glove, showing that his son carried the same dominant had as himself. His hair was rather short, and it connected with a beard that came down his face, framing it to end in a bit of a gotee. His eyes were covered with a pair of dark set of glasses that were covered with an orange tint.
Orochi’s nerves went on end as his eyes laid onto the form of the man that had taunted him for years. ”Afternoon father. Slipped from his lips with ice. The older man’s brow rose as his eyes moved to the box. ”Oh Siegfried, you know better than to refer to me with such ice. Should I poke the scale again?” Slipped crudely from the man’s lips. The mention of the word scale would’ve caused a violent twitch to pass through him. This was going to be a very long week.
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