MIGHT AS WELL.

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[paaaanzer]

[When you've lived and died for as long as Raven has, you find that little things like learning a new language or travelling farther than any man has any right to become a walk in the park. I mean, he's had 200 years to do this shit. Why not travel and try to solve the one fucking problem he's got that hasn't yet solved itself? Not like he's welcome back home right now.

Travelling to Japan after hearing rumours of constant warring is a pittance, really. And it's a simple matter of listening for the most prominent warriors; if there is one thing he's become excellent at, it's listening. Does he hear about some upstart young daimyo with six swords? Hell yeah. Does he hope that at least one of those somehow has the power to off him for good? HELL YEAH. So that's the long and short of how he's ended up in Oshuu, and how rumours of some unholy youkai who can turn from crow to man and back, and who moves like no man or crow ever should, have started cropping up.

(Maybe he even makes a point of roughing up a few patrolling foot soldiers, just to get the point home. No murder, not yet; he's no hero like he once was but there's just no point in wasting his energy on something that won't pay off. And maybe that's how they've ended up coming face to face, right on dusk, way too close to home for Masamune to ignore.)]

Ah...You're so young and full of energy. Finally, I've found you...Will you hold back on me? [He's not at full 'unholy fucking wiggling and ahegao' state yet, thank fuck, but Raven's still just...Swaying on the spot, arms loosely swinging and head lolling as he hums. Six swords...Surely that can do something. Surely that can make him feel alive, at least.] I promise to hold back on you if you can hack and slash me into little ribbons...! Shred me up, I'm begging you!

[vengaboy]

[Nothing gets Masamune's motorhorse going better than a good fight. And what's not to love about it? The thrilling rush of adrenaline in a tense situation, surging evermore with every sharp wound gained; a lifetime of finely honed technique and skill grappling with an eternity of instinct to run away and survive; the rest of the world and all its troubles falling away piece by piece until it's only you and your opponent and the deafening cacophony of steel on steel and hot pulse thundering in your ears and the terrifying awareness that you're alive, that you want to live, that life itself is so fleeting and fragile that even the smallest misstep can be the end of it all-- who could blame him for seeking that high out again and again?

It's pretty hypocritical of him to be staring down the stranger in front of him with such open disgust in his eye. But Masamune would never consider his zest for life to be anywhere near the same rotten level as this freak's apparent lust for agony. He already knows this is the kind of fight that won't grant him any satisfaction save ridding Oshuu of a threat to his people, and in the end that will always come first.]

You came all this way just to see me... it'd be rude to turn you away empty-handed. [So he says, but he's only drawing the one blade.] So I'll be sure to send you back to hell with everything I've got! Come on!!

[He hates making the first move, especially with unpredictable madmen. But maybe if he feints he can at least catch a glimpse of what he's really dealing with here and plot out the best way to handle it from there. The swifter the death, the better.]

tw body horror because he's walking talking body horror damn,

[paaaanzer]

[How are they different, really? The thrill of it all is fantastic, sure, and as a younger, mortal man (haha joke's on him he was never mortal), Raven was markedly more noble about it, saw it all as a test of skill more than a way to feel something through skin past functioning.

But he does it because he wants to be alive again. He does it because it's the only fucking thing that his brain registers, and maybe, if Masamune was immortal-- No. No, we won't humour that. It's bad enough that there's one of them like this, right? Cursed to be a pathetic pale machine. And shit, if he's kept alive, if he's pumping and pulsing and feeling, finally feeling again for the first time in ten years, maybe? Then he might even be a generous little guest.

But the proving first.

Raven stands still, suddenly drawing his cloak about him like any wraith ought, when he notices five swords still sheathed. The feint need not be that, given he takes the charge head on with an expression of very distinct disgust. (The worst part is that he cracks, he creaks like any human should with that sort of force coming at them, but everything dislocates and extends to ghastly proportions until the spike jammed through his head hits the ground.)]

You have some nerve, dishonouring me in this fashion. [One arm pops sickeningly at the elbow, at the shoulder even, loose and unnatural and still moving like a snare to lash Masamune in against him, and he snarls in Japanese almost too thickly accented to understand,] The stories they tell of you are...Far too exaggerated. You won't even get my blood running with one knife, child! I ought to dispose of you here and now, instead of hoping that you might be the one!

[The vice grip loosens, assuming it was worth even holding in the first place naturally, and Raven cracks himself like a bullwhip proper. Whether it's to hurl Masamune or simply hurl himself after him instead depends on you, pal. The point is that it happens, and it's ugly with how his joints jut out and everything pops and snaps and groans under his skin.]