[ The name forms, and Hibiki staggers in place as the memories hit, one hand going to her head automatically to stave off an ache. She grits her teeth to keep from stumbling again as the memory plays out. So this is who he was....? This is D2's true self. This is where those odd flashes of competence came from.
Heh. Such skill, and yet he plays the fool with her. Amnesia is truly absurd.
When the memories clear, her skin prickles for reasons that have nothing to do with having just watched an assassin earn the respect of the one who finally outmatches him. He's a sword. She's of two minds about that, but, more importantly - ]
You're badly blighted.
[ But let's see if this battered edge can cut. Hibiki raises the sword. When it hits what little light the ayakashi let through, the blade gleams in precisely the right spot for an excellent dramatic shot.
it sure is, pardon her prench >_>;
Heh. Such skill, and yet he plays the fool with her. Amnesia is truly absurd.
When the memories clear, her skin prickles for reasons that have nothing to do with having just watched an assassin earn the respect of the one who finally outmatches him. He's a sword. She's of two minds about that, but, more importantly - ]
You're badly blighted.
[ But let's see if this battered edge can cut. Hibiki raises the sword. When it hits what little light the ayakashi let through, the blade gleams in precisely the right spot for an excellent dramatic shot.
Yes, she supposes that'll have to do. ]