(It's dark and eerily quiet on the street. Everything about it just screams that this is a place no one should be in alone or something might happen. Once Mikazuki wanders in a good distance, there's a sound from behind him, like fabric just barely moving and the familiar clink of a certain sword being prepared for battle.)
Swords are prohibited in this era. Unless, of course, you have permission.
(The voice is both familiar and not. The sound is the same but the tone feels all wrong-- actually cold and hard, even when he jokes,)
... Or you look like you have it.
(That explains the change in clothes.
When Mikazuki turns around, he'll see that familiar face he was looking for but he's hardly the same person he was before. His hair is black, his clothes dark, his eyes are red and when he regards Mikazuki, it's without any warmth.)
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Swords are prohibited in this era. Unless, of course, you have permission.
(The voice is both familiar and not. The sound is the same but the tone feels all wrong-- actually cold and hard, even when he jokes,)
... Or you look like you have it.
(That explains the change in clothes.
When Mikazuki turns around, he'll see that familiar face he was looking for but he's hardly the same person he was before. His hair is black, his clothes dark, his eyes are red and when he regards Mikazuki, it's without any warmth.)