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ββ·ββββ ββββ βββββββββββ β β Adult β demon-infused warrior βββ βζι’¨ιβ βββββββ ββββ βββββ½ β
LOCATION: β· SOMEWHERE IN THE JUNGLE. βββββββββ | βββββββββ TAGGED: βββββββββ WILL. βββββββββ ββββ βββββββββ ββββ βββββ βββββββββ ββββ βββββββββ ββββ ββββββ
- ββββ ββββ ββββββββ ββββ βThe question that Fuuma posed to himself appeared to have been instantly answeredβ Hearing rustling coming from the bushes nearby, Fuuma hardened his expression and placed his hand on the hilt of the Hadouken, preparing for any danger ... Though it still didn't come. Instead, he watched a man about his own height push through the brush, then took note of the bewildered expression on his face.
ββββ ββββ ββββββββ ββββ Unlike Fuuma, this man appeared to be dressed totally normally. After a few tense seconds, Fuuma took care to lower his gaze and turn his head awayβ He doubted they were a demon, the sense of urgency between the two of them was too low and their kind wouldn't give him such courtesies. He also didn't want his demeanour to potentially intimidate a civilian ... Well, if his brother were in his place, he likely wouldn't care; He'd have told Fuuma to hold himself with more dignity while others were watching.
ββββ ββββ ββββββββ ββββ He was just glad that his armour did not seem to currently be spewing those potent demonic flames from its orifices.
ββββ ββββ ββββββββ ββββ βAs the man left the treeline, Fuuma raised his head again, expression neutral and golden eyes tracking his movements. He still hasn't gotten a hold of his own bearings yet, but the presence of another person made him wonder if this land were owned, or if there was civilization close by. Though, he reasoned to himself, the environment seemed a bit wild; Unless someone was particularly eccentric, he had his doubts that this was a carefully cultivated forest within some person's estate. He still wondered to himself whether he should ask this man if he were trespassing.
ββββ ββββββββ ββββ ββ English? I know some. β He responded a bit humbly. Though still masculine, his tone was actually quite pitched for his build. If this stranger spoke English, that gave Fuuma a bit of an idea of where he was at the moment ... But not much. He supposed he certainly wasn't home. β Helloβ I'm sorry, I appear to be lost. β The irony of that understatement wasn't lost on him, though he supposed he just wanted to figure out where he was at the moment.
ββββ ββββ ββββββββ ββββ Should he give his name...? After a beat of silent deliberation, Fuuma took some steps towards him. β Do you know where I am right now? β βββ βββ ββββ ββββββββ ββββββββ β...βββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββ½ ββββ
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