[ It is fitting, isn't it? There's a reason he picked the name, after all. It did not take long for his use of his Gate, even when he was quite young, to primarily manifest in the creation of blades. (Implements of violence. And protection.) ]
So it seems.
[ His face twitches with annoyance at the house's whims. The fact that it is somehow sentient is odd, to say the least. He's never encountered anything like it, and is rather interested to learn more. It's part of the reason he came to the library in the first place. ]
Who are you really, then? [ Because the sooner he can replace these implanted memories with real ones, the better. ] Surely not a... tattoo artist. [ He turns his back to V, clearly not registering him as any sort of threat, to set the knife back down on the table. After that, he tugs back the sleeve of the hooded sweatshirt he's wearing to examine the markings inked into his skin, starting at his wrist and traveling up his forearm.
It makes no sense. How can a marking exist on his body from a memory that never took place? It's unnerving, to say the least. ]
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So it seems.
[ His face twitches with annoyance at the house's whims. The fact that it is somehow sentient is odd, to say the least. He's never encountered anything like it, and is rather interested to learn more. It's part of the reason he came to the library in the first place. ]
Who are you really, then? [ Because the sooner he can replace these implanted memories with real ones, the better. ] Surely not a... tattoo artist. [ He turns his back to V, clearly not registering him as any sort of threat, to set the knife back down on the table. After that, he tugs back the sleeve of the hooded sweatshirt he's wearing to examine the markings inked into his skin, starting at his wrist and traveling up his forearm.
It makes no sense. How can a marking exist on his body from a memory that never took place? It's unnerving, to say the least. ]