Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26210095-20161022213310/@comment-26444332-20161101225359

Morgoth the first dark lord wrote: Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote: Kiyo stands, and her pale child-like form suddenly feels far more intimidating than it looks. Two black feathered wings snap out from her back, sending a shock of wind through the room that flutters her dark hair. Her dark blue eyes study them intently.

'I assume you're not just dropping in for tea?' she asks, picking up a red-hilted katana leaning against her throne and drawing it, tossing away the sheath. The golden tsuba glints in the shadows, and the silver steel blade sends shivers through all four of the angels for no reason.

She settles into a stance, Ko Gasumi no Kamae, and smiles thinly.

'Oh, Hana? Go tell Gilgamesh and Camael that I'm having a spot of bother,' she calls, and a small red bird flutters out the window. She exhales slightly.

'So, to what do I owe the pleasure?' "Do we bother you, my lady? If yes, then someone has to leave this place but that won't be us...Leave now or fall." Kiyo bursts out laughing.

'The fact that you think you can actually defeat me is hilarious,' she says, giggling. 'I slew thousands of your kind in the war, many the equals and betters of your subordinates there. I killed Grand Archdaemones in the past, and their like is not in the world today, neither matched by Angel nor Gythrati.'

She calms down, finally, before continuing.

'The sheer recklessness of your coming here means you are obviously looking for something... Oh, and look. You've waited a bit long.'

A man with long dark hair and blue-violet eyes leaps through one of the high arched windows, rolling and ending up on his feet by Kiyo. He is dressed, oddly enough, in a dark blue cassock, with golden buttons. From his back he draws a stupidly long ōdachi, the grip blue with gold, and lacking a guard.

'Seiryū. Where are my First Flight companions?'

'They will be with us momentarily, lady Kiyo,' he replies, settling into a similar stance.

She turns back to the angels.

'It appears that you are going to be met by at least four First Flight dragons, each on a power level equal to an Archseraph. You are... what's that word? Ah, yes. You're outclassed.'