[center][h1][color=ad4e92]H[/color]OSHINO [color=ad4e92]N[/color]ORIAKI[/h1][/center]
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[color=ad4e92][sub][b]D A T E[/b][/sub][/color][hr][sub]April 10th 2018[/sub]

[color=ad4e92][sub][b]L O C A T I O N[/b][/sub][/color][hr][sub]The Hall of Mirrors[/sub]

[color=ad4e92][sub][b]T A G S[/b][/sub][/color][hr][sub][@Hero][@Scribe of Thoth][@Lord Orgasmo][@RiverMaiden][/sub][/cell][cell][indent]
There was something absurdly satisfying about the feeling of a blade biting into the flesh of the bizarre monstrosities assailing them. The satisfaction it provided might have been something to worry about, if not for the adrenaline that pumped its way through Noriaki's veins. But his body wouldn't not allow him to doddle on idle thoughts, the shadowy creatures swarming upon him in greater number, ignoring the redheaded classmate in his peripheral vision in favor of the one attacking them. That much he was glad for—as much as he snarled and griped, he didn't want Daigo getting hurt. The entire reason Noriaki had been dragged to this horrible place was to keep him out of harm's way, and it would be all for naught if he and the others ended up devouring by these [i]things[/i]. Confident his initial charge had drawn enough of their ire, the teen narrowed his attention on those which came snapping at him with slavering jaws, returning the favor with a series of powerful swings and daring thrusts. 

Consumed in the newfound battle as he was, his mind drifted away from thoughts of Daigo. Perhaps that had been folly. As he chopped and hacked, his classmate was forced to confront something more dire than a few errant shadows. A confrontation he too had suffered through in the days prior, and one which resolved in a manner that seemed to pull the spotlight away from him and right back onto the ginger. Noriaki cast a glance over his shoulder as the brightness reached a radiant peak, witnessing the golden figure that had come to the aid of their cowardly food snob. Whatever reverence he could have had for the birth of a new Persona and its show of force against a stray shadow was quickly quashed by Mira's squealing, and he rolled his eyes at their irritant of a guide. 

[color=ad4e92]"If you've got time to shriek and bark orders, you've got time to fight. Focus on... whatever the fuck these things are,"[/color] He grumbled sourly, before returning to what he had been doing before; slaying the creatures that wanted them all dead.

Thankfully, his efforts and those of his fellow 'awakened' had been enough to get the group through the door at the end of the hall. It was almost like they had escaped, but as usual when the cat-girl he had grown to disdain got involved, things were not so simple. A look to the sky and its endless void robbed Noriaki of any sense of relief, and Mira's orders only earned a groan from him. Of course 'he' wasn't going to just come out and fight them. There just [i]had[/i] to be more bullshit to go through. The devil-boy affixed the well before them with sharp eyes. 

[color=ad4e92]"I didn't even [i]like[/i] InuYasha,"[/color] He grumbled to no one in particular, proceeding to march forward, his blade dragging through the grass behind him.

[color=ad4e92]"You grab me and drag me into this fucking well and I'll ram this sword so far up your ass you'll be tasting iron for a week, you hear me?!"[/color]
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