Have any thoughts on the way I play Anotsu Kagehisa, the arrogant, cynical, ambitious leader of the Itto-ryu from the Blade of the Immortal? Please do not hesitate to post your comments, suggestions, questions, reactions, and everything in between here. (Of course, all comments shall be screened to protect your privacy.)

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[There is an Anotsu floating above the City atop a board of tatami mats, his arms crossed as he peers down at the surroundings. He is undisturbed by the other things floating around, his object to inspect the City from above as a strategist. Points of weakness, strongholds, et cetera. All in a day's work for the leader of the Itto-ryu.]

Hmm. How vast, yet so contained.

Surely one siege will rip this City apart.

Heh.

( [private || unhackable] )



We have all walked our paths. Some longer than others. Others, more dangerous than most.

When one stops to look back, what does one see?

Heh.

I see my ambition to reach my ends.

By whatever means.

Whatever works.

I must reach my ambitions, and none will stop me.

Does this box really work? . . .

Fine.

Who brought us here? Show yourself!

I don't want to return, but I have to . . . and this girl wants to.

Show yourself, and take us back!

[Anotsu is standing atop his apartment building, watching the City beneath him. It is alive with activity, but he is a picture of stillness, separate from the madness below.]

[His slitted eyes are dark with thought, wrought in his own world, before he finally turns away from the edge.]

Hmm.

[Another idle day.]

[His lip twists in distaste.]

[He begins to walk away, heading back towards the staircase that will lead him down once again.]



[ooc; everything's cool~ ♥]

( [private to self || unhackable] )



An illusion.

To those who offered assistance regarding my inquiry for a surgeon, the matter has been taken care of.

Now I inquire regarding another thing. Those of you who understand the nature of electricity, I wish to speak to you.

[The words are hissed, as if he is in pain.]

I require a surgeon.

( [private to self || unhackable] )



I wish to speak with those of you who understand machinery.

[The camera flicks on to show Anotsu's face. He is pale in the darkness of the Underground, slitted eyes gleaming faintly by the light of the screen. Blood streaks across his face and his clothes, some of it dried, the rest still fresh and metallic . . . however, none of it is his.]

The search was not futile . . . not that I would have let it be.

[He is cleaning his axe, standing in the middle of what seems to be a massive underground chamber . . . and in it, one can hear the echoing whir and click of gears and cogs, the clatter of chains and stoppers. And finally, the thunderous ticking reverberating in the dull darkness, drumming through one's skull . . . but can the ticking really be heard, or is it simply something that only Anotsu can hear?]

Those of you who understand this technology and can decipher it, what would you make of this? How can this mechanism be stopped?

To leave such an important thing in plain view . . . even if it has its own defenses, they will not be impenetrable for long.