http://ditched-again.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] ditched-again.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute 2008-07-28 02:21 am (UTC)

The Star Dragon Sword turned around to face Kagura as she called him a dirty old man. He might be old, but he was neither originally male, nor dirty. It was an outrage to be labelled as something so degrading. He was the Great Star Dragon Sword after all!

“I may be trapped in mortal flesh but it is not my true form! I’ve been stripped of my powers and true form and bound to this useless sack of flesh by whatever powers that dragged me to this ball of dust!” Puffing up his chest, the Night Rune narrowed his eyes as he barked. “And what would that knowledge of your appearance change hmm?! My name is who I am. I physically take on the appearance of a sword to help fight against those vile undead creatures just so then you useless humans can sleep at night despite it being my power that lets the creatures of the night live in the first place.”

Forcing out a ragged breath to calm him down, the Sword shook his head and snorted softly in annoyance. It wouldn’t do either of them any good for him to lose his temper. Besides, he hadn’t come all the way out here not look at the stars – that was the whole reason for heading out tonight.

“Who’s to say you’re even in the same realm as your home?” He questioned. Levelling Kagura with his amber gaze, the Star Dragon Sword studied the young woman quietly for a moment, before he turned his attention away. “Although I suppose there’s no harm in testing to see if your theories are correct.”

How Kagura intended to ‘call’ them was beyond his knowledge. This place seemed far too advanced to use carrier pigeons to deliver messages, but what else was there?

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