Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190119004631/@comment-37843592-20190119041902

He carefully removed his backpack and the large sword, hanging them on a sturdy looking branch close to him before removing his iron hat. Faye got a full look of his entire head now that there was some light above them.

“What?” His thick brows furrowed in question as he smoothed out his ridiculously white hair and adjusted his short ponytail. His pitch black face and yellow pupils stared at her while Karl waited for her to answer.

“You were serious about the curse, after all.” She noted his pointed chin and alluringly glowing eyes and got a scoff in response.

“Yeah. What’s it to you?”

“I would figure that your skin was painted black... but I never thought they were actually real.” The doll continued to examine her owner. “What else aren’t you telling me?”

He shook his head lightly, “what else did you not hear from me? Most Mamono can tell when a person is lying to them, so I added some truths with my lies. Technically speaking, I was being truthful when I was spilling my guts out.”

“So, Order and the attempted capture?”

“True, and fuck them. For all their talks about saving humanity, they sure have no problem killing people for stupid reasons. Tried to get help from them about my condition and I ended up being on the most wanted list for purging instead. Now, they are at our doorsteps trying to get every human to be a good orderite and every manono here exterminated. What they don’t realize is that without manono living here, this island dies. Just shows to know that even with good intentions, they have the worst fucking goals to begin with.”

“And what about you? What will you do?” Faye asked intently.

“Me? I am a survivor. I do what I can to get through shitty situations and live to fight another day. Even if I wanted to help, my own people here in Zipangu won’t accept it. That talk about me being bad luck? Well, let’s just say I am a walking magnet of disasters. I should have known stealing from that tomb was a bad idea...”

He kept on muttering about his criminal activities and events he saw as his eyes began to flutter from the sleep overtaking him.

“You’re a smart girl. You figure out if staying with me is even the brightest idea...”