The Ex Sailor In Kou [Open/Social]

Boring. Boring. Boring. Boring. Boring! Nothing fun happening. No doubt, action plundered the streets. Even so, it brought him no joy. Not a single thing to do other than to wander aimlessly without a spark of some interest. Nothing met his high standards of fun. The people whom he passed all seemed rather dull and inferior. Unfortunately, killing without end ants who could only struggle rather hopelessly against him grew tiresome. The thought lost its luster and glory after a day or two. He'd know. The last town he traveled from remained almost devoid of life. Those who had survived his fun, murderous rampage decided to leave the forgotten town out of fear for their lives. Since the town barely posed any significance - rather it acted more as a hindrance than anything else - nobody bothered to actually attempt to really track down the culprit of the mass murder. Only a few people knew about the massacre anyway. It wasn't like the public would really care.

What might excite him...? An opponent... Blood... His own blood... Hee hee, let it pour. Cover the streets with red. Stain it with a mark that would set him in stone. Those vipers that carry that sweet, sharp, mind-blowing fire tackle him with all their strength. Let him have the privilege to witness the growth of scarlet red roses upon the skin of others. Let his eyes soak the beauty of the scene. All around the battle scene, everything is red and fallen. Disgust, fear, he's not searching for those emotions. They do not bring him pleasure, nor do they harm him. All he cares about is red. Vivid red. The scene depicts devastation but so long as that red exists, he does not care if he just destroyed the homeland he refuses to recall. He does not care if perhaps, once, it was a sight to behold. Blood splattered everywhere - his blood to be specific - excites him. Makes him feel alive. He absolutely loves it.

Damn wind! Making his hair go all crazy! For what felt like the hundred billionth time, he brushed his hair out of his face. His hair enjoyed posing difficulty after difficulty typically and the added factor of wind blew the problem out of the park. He swore the breeze was taunting him. If it were possible, he would have already picked a fight with the breeze. How dare it mess with his already messy hair! For some reason, the wind felt stronger near the port. Even so, the port generally carried passengers with them. Often, foreigners would appear and offer enough entertainment for him to last at least a day without growing too bored. They weren't usually too exciting, but they sufficed. However, he wanted an opponent that didn't just "suffice". He wanted an opponent that embodied Death, an opponent that gave him those delicious chills. Yeah, call him crazy, but he couldn't stand the mediocracy of the busy streets. They weren't busy in a fun way. There was a pattern that consisted through the streets. Patterns were no fun.

Screaming? And yet it did not disturb the flow of the crowd. Curious. He glanced around, searching for the source of the cry. He allowed the crowd to carry him like the wind. He grumbled discontentedly, realizing he might have missed whatever happened. By now he wandered aimlessly like before. Wait... Something caught his eye. A tiny irregularity in the flow of the crowd. Something interesting! He grinned and began twirling his weapon above his head, creating a loose opening among the sea. "Aye! Coming through!" he shouted. He grinned widely, his eyes twinkling with excitement and hope. Perhaps? Something fun? He burst into the abnormal space - only to be sorely disappointed. Nothing exciting was happening. Just an animal loving girl and a red-haired boy. The color of red flashed in his eyes. His grin shrank to a cold, jealous smile. Red. How pretty. So much more pretty than his own, full, lifeless red hair. As he focused on the boy, a strong scent hit his nose, causing him to wrinkle it. The sea. Fish. On the red-haired boy. How disgusting.

"Or perhaps that dog likes fish or something," he interrupted.

He dropped his spear to his side. He smiled loosely, still slightly interested. He might as well find something fun about them since he went through the trouble to find them, right?

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He listened to the girl - Nahvi - berate her dog. A great, wonderful bear. He wondered if it might be used to fight. Although how indeed would it fight? By licking the enemy to death? This large dog seemed to prefer such a method to anything else. Also, Zakad? What sort of name was that? Names were unfamiliar things. Like a whole new species to him. He understood them minimally. He heard names define a person. If such were true, then had he been a different person in the past? He couldn't really say. What indeed could he even recall from his past? He barely remembered anything besides eternal wandering. Yet he was certain he had another name besides the one he stole. He just... couldn't recall anything about it.

What a stupid perspective on life, he noted. Where existed the fun of peace? He only had one word to describe peace: boring. The sheer boredom of peace drove him to avoid peace at all costs. Not even Death successfully chased him away from the excitement of fights. Quiet boredom filled his eyes. He regarded Nahvi as nothing worth finding. Her view on war opposed his own, causing a disinterest in him. But nonetheless, he would attempt to explain why people resorted to war so easily. He thought for a moment how he might delve into an explanation. He halted. His natural impulsiveness kicked in. He found things often went better if he just just, rather than think anything through.

"Because peace is boring. There's nothing exciting about it. And, well, how would you like to live your life in stupid monotony. That and peace only provides benefits to the rich. The poor stay poor and the rich stay rich. But with war, there's a chance to elevate in the workings of social damnations," he explained.

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