The Flame Of Hope
Artist: Carrotwine - Song: Dark Side Of The Road
This guy was interesting. While Ulv kept her reiatsu out to pick up anything that entered into it's range like a crude variant of the sonar Hannah had developed, this guy's tricks seemed much more subdued. Between that and his gait, his breathing and the very metaphysical aura he put off, Ulv was getting a little impatient to start a fight. What kind of inspiring breakthroughs could she make while fighting someone like this guy? Still, she had to stay wary, as only rogues and tricksters hid their heart the way he did, and there was never a good reason for such deceit.
"Ahh, from the way you stuttered there, it seems the latter is quite dominant, hmm?" Ulv leaned forward so her broad chest and assets were on much better show than they were before. Her skin looked eerily perfect, without any scars, pot marks or any degree of marring. Like she had been sculpted from flesh rather than born of a woman. And that was not far from the truth at all. "But if you are looking for treasures, come on in, I have plenty" Ulv told him, walking about the new guy to open the door and manipulate the walls to fold back and reveal her safe. Which was then opened, and she started to pull the relics out from there.
"I've got a sword called Eight Blasphemous Burials" Ulv spoke, putting the hiltless blade over on a nearby table. It's edge where it had been snapped off from the rest of the sword began to bleed gently, but while bleeding, it spoke to Kamui's mind. Whispered in a noxious temptation that it would grant him glory, grant him perfection. Grant him all that he might desire, everything would knee to him, if he would just grasp her hilt (that she didn't have).
"Prototype Berserker Staff. Still working out the kinks on that one" Ulv put that on the table, and would project a desire to KILL! TO REND, BURN, AND MAIM! TO SLAUGHTER ONE'S FOES UNTIL THERE ARE NO MORE FOES, AND THEN FIND MORE FOES!
"A lyre. Not....completely sure where I got this one, to be honest. I've got a lot of stuff, you know?" She put that on the nearby table it bring on a thousand weeping widows in the mind, from all directions.
"Blackbeard's Sword! I took this off Ritsuko, and have been meaning to get it cleaned up. Have yet to do that though" she put the cutlass down and that
relic would be ominously quiet. Just whispering on the edge of hearing, a most subtle corruption of the heart and soul.
Finishing for the moment, she looked over to Kamui and, if he was able to handle the cacophony of Ulv's collection, cock an eyebrow.
"Any of these what you are looking for?"