[ The voice calling out is different than Mitsuhide's -- different yet the same. It is not out of pain or fear, however. Fire touches the sleeve of his attire, racing up the material to burn the skin. His head shakes as he steps back out of it. The is a panic but not a panic over the burning flesh, but his head snaps to look towards where Xu Shu is. ]
Fire reminds me. Yes, it reminds me. [ More of the flames catch onto the "monk's" clothes. His tone changes as he lifts his hand up to look over the orange glow pulling his eyes away from the man. Ignoring the smell, ignoring the bright red his skin is turning. ] This pain. This pain. This suffocating feeling. It is the same, isn't it? Yes, it's the same!
It's different. To you. Please, stop interrupting now. [ His head tilts back, hair starting to burn. He lets out a sudden, shrieking laugh -- the more he laughs, the more the fire turns from orange to a vibrant green. He lets go of one scythe to rest it against his face; his mouth hangs open as he continues to laugh. His head twists and snaps violently to look off to the forest. ]
I smell blood. I smell blood. [ He repeats that a few times as the black spiritual swarm starts to meld itself with the green flames. ] Why am I the only one tasting this pain? Please drink in deep with me? [ So he says, so he says? As the flames explode outwards starting to chase after Xu Shu, looking and acting more like it is alive. Or given life. ]
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[ The voice calling out is different than Mitsuhide's -- different yet the same. It is not out of pain or fear, however. Fire touches the sleeve of his attire, racing up the material to burn the skin. His head shakes as he steps back out of it. The is a panic but not a panic over the burning flesh, but his head snaps to look towards where Xu Shu is. ]
Fire reminds me. Yes, it reminds me. [ More of the flames catch onto the "monk's" clothes. His tone changes as he lifts his hand up to look over the orange glow pulling his eyes away from the man. Ignoring the smell, ignoring the bright red his skin is turning. ] This pain. This pain. This suffocating feeling. It is the same, isn't it? Yes, it's the same!
It's different. To you. Please, stop interrupting now. [ His head tilts back, hair starting to burn. He lets out a sudden, shrieking laugh -- the more he laughs, the more the fire turns from orange to a vibrant green. He lets go of one scythe to rest it against his face; his mouth hangs open as he continues to laugh. His head twists and snaps violently to look off to the forest. ]
I smell blood. I smell blood. [ He repeats that a few times as the black spiritual swarm starts to meld itself with the green flames. ] Why am I the only one tasting this pain? Please drink in deep with me? [ So he says, so he says? As the flames explode outwards starting to chase after Xu Shu, looking and acting more like it is alive. Or given life. ]