Nankaidō Island (137)

[Skorm]

????? the Order of the Golden Amputation

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The fisherman continued to draw in his net as a sinister figure approached the coral reefs. Unlike most that came here, this one seemed to want to show off their strength. The problem was, their appearance did not seem human. Something about them was off. Taking a bird from his cage, he attached a small coded note and released it into the air.

While the bird flew away, he grabbed his oar and pushed himself along the calm water towards the newcomer. To any, this was just a simple fisherman doing his rounds on the island. He was no shinobi, just a simple being trying to live. "Oi, you there. Are yeh lost?" he shouted through the mist.

As Alucard was about to approach the half-sunken tavern for nostalgias sake, he was approached by someone who seemed to be your average fisherman. The mist wouldn't allow them to be fully revealed but, there seemed to be no harm placed within. Atleast not for now. With his summoning close by, he would no doubt draw the attention of the locals but what sort of attention remained to be seen. Perhaps this one would let him know, was he wanted, was he feared or was he..?

No, my friend. If you live as long as i do, walk across the earth - you don't get lost.
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He spoke with confidence and clarity, as to make up for the foggy scenario where one's voice probably carried more weight as appearance was not always something one could rely on. He did continue.

I am from these islands, but i haven't been on this specific one for..
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He hesitated for a brief moment, was he to go on full honest right away or should he marinate his story a wee bit for the sake of not being caught up in some sort of tumble.. He chose the latter.

Quite a while.
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Genious, Al - GENIOUS* he thought to himself, applying a smirk. Come to think of it, he had actualy forgotten when he had made landfall to this island last time.. Was it 2.. 300 years ago? He awaited the curiousity of the native to expand upon. Infact, he invited them to.

Why don't you tell me about yourself, about the status of the region. Perhaps over a stout or whatever is served in there.
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He pointed towards the tavern door which was where he had parked his steps to reply to the person in the first place. He awaited their reply.

 

[The Pervy Sage]

As Alucard was about to approach the half-sunken tavern for nostalgias sake, he was approached by someone who seemed to be your average fisherman. The mist wouldn't allow them to be fully revealed but, there seemed to be no harm placed within. Atleast not for now. With his summoning close by, he would no doubt draw the attention of the locals but what sort of attention remained to be seen. Perhaps this one would let him know, was he wanted, was he feared or was he..?

No, my friend. If you live as long as i do, walk across the earth - you don't get lost.
​

He spoke with confidence and clarity, as to make up for the foggy scenario where one's voice probably carried more weight as appearance was not always something one could rely on. He did continue.

I am from these islands, but i haven't been on this specific one for..
​

He hesitated for a brief moment, was he to go on full honest right away or should he marinate his story a wee bit for the sake of not being caught up in some sort of tumble.. He chose the latter.

Quite a while.
​

Genious, Al - GENIOUS* he thought to himself, applying a smirk. Come to think of it, he had actualy forgotten when he had made landfall to this island last time.. Was it 2.. 300 years ago? He awaited the curiousity of the native to expand upon. Infact, he invited them to.

Why don't you tell me about yourself, about the status of the region. Perhaps over a stout or whatever is served in there.
​

He pointed towards the tavern door which was where he had parked his steps to reply to the person in the first place. He awaited their reply.

????? the Order of the Golden Amputation

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It would seem this figure had originated from here, but when? Looking at them, it was hard to guess their age yet the way their words cast a shadow of the past, it would seem it had been longer than they cared to admit. It seemed they wanted to talk yet the young fisherman knew better than that these days. There were strange folk in the world and trust was finited.

"As long as you've lived? How long is that? Surely you're later 30s? 40s at best?" He spoke seeking answers.

He slowly rowed closer as he spoke.

"I'm afraid there's not much to say. We lost much here. More than we could ever imagine. It's just a grind to keep going. Though, those eyes? What's with them?" He asked. He kept his voice steady. Was this one of Them....

 

[Skorm]

????? the Order of the Golden Amputation

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It would seem this figure had originated from here, but when? Looking at them, it was hard to guess their age yet the way their words cast a shadow of the past, it would seem it had been longer than they cared to admit. It seemed they wanted to talk yet the young fisherman knew better than that these days. There were strange folk in the world and trust was finited.

"As long as you've lived? How long is that? Surely you're later 30s? 40s at best?" He spoke seeking answers.

He slowly rowed closer as he spoke.

"I'm afraid there's not much to say. We lost much here. More than we could ever imagine. It's just a grind to keep going. Though, those eyes? What's with them?" He asked. He kept his voice steady. Was this one of Them....

Alucard felt a minor headache as his charade fell almost as soon as it had started, this one wasn't your average villager it would seem. Answering in questions as if they were nothing but suspicious. Red flags started to emerge within his conciousness. He had to be very careful with which fork in the road he would let himself slip away onto. He continued with his tone and charisma shown in their initial dialogue.

Aren't you a nosy one. If it's about if i am of legal age to drink, spare me - i've chugged more alcohol than the sea that surrounds these isles.
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He noticed that the man approached the shore from his jetty even closer. Maybe he had overestimated their suspicious nature as it would seem that bringing themselves closer to him was no problem. But atleast he was finally met with some answers to his own questions, albeit he was met with another one himself at the end of their sentence. This time it was about the eyes he carried. Alucard decided to reply honestly on how he had acquired the Tenseigan. The chances of this fisherman being of the same branch family of the Otsutsuki that he had slain to claim these eyes and seek some sort of vendetta was.. non-existent.

First my age and now my eyes.. Are you coming onto me brother?
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He scoffed, as to pertain a friendly facade. Seemed like the mood this one brought to the table could use some.. lighten up. It seemed like the cataclysm hadn't spared anyone here either, not that he was surprised..

My eyes are unnatural, yes - im glad you picked it up. Do you want the full story or the short one?​