13 July 2009 @ 10:34 pm
It seems that none of the suggestions to politely refuse a girl were needed.

She was an assassin in disguise and I was her mark. She and two others attacked me on a forest path. I'll leave it up to your imaginations to see if I showed mercy or not. The reason for this attack was a shard of an ancient sword I own. It happened to be a gift from a man I saved while I was traveling in China. Was a shame that I couldn't save him from death, the injuries were far too grave for my meager skill. All I could do was kill the men that wounded him so. Damn shame.

How many of you know of the ancient sword Soul Edge?
Current Mood: accomplished
03 July 2009 @ 03:47 pm
There is a young woman at the tavern I'm staying at. Probably the owner's daughter. I'm no idiot, she's flirting and it's annoying me.

I need a 'nice' way to let her know that I don't like her.
Current Mood: apathetic
29 June 2009 @ 01:54 pm
Is this what you lot do all the time? Because damn, your dreams are boring.
Current Mood: blah
22 June 2009 @ 02:45 pm
Whoever made those members fight each other, I have a question!

Why the hell wasn't I invitd to the party? Worried it would be over too quickly?

Bah! If the true opponent I seek dies in your game, I'll be seeking your head instead! Got it?

Mitsurugi never breaks his promises.
Current Mood: aggravated
15 June 2009 @ 10:35 pm
[voice post]  
[The audio is tinny; the background noise is that of a tavern or a bar or something along those lines]

So this piece of trash is working. [He grunts before continuing on] So that old drunkard knew what he was talking about. Too bad his fighting skill wasn't very good. [The audio fades out slightly and Mitsurugi shakes the machine, cursing, before it fades back to normal]

I guess you could say I'm a soldier for hire. It's menial but I need someone to fight constantly so what else is there. Nothing, that's a crying shame.[Mitsurugi breaks off slightly] I'll pay the damn tab in a moment, you idiot.

[He clears his throat]

Name's Mitsurugi. Don't forget it, because the King of Hell knows it.
Current Mood: blah