Change is impossible in this fog of ignorance,
Nagato Namikaze, God's Darkest Angel
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NOTES: @NagatoNamikaze,@RuneKnights | Feet up, chair back. That's the way a leader should sit, and that's the way Nagato Namikaze sat. His brown boots were perched up on the desk, showing little signs of wear as they were exactly number 126 in his boot collection. They were all identical, yet earlier numbers fried, charred, and burnt beyond usage. The mage's life of jobs and fighting created a nuisance of the constant replacement of boots, but this was a small step. Putting his hair up, he tied the back into a man bun. His white bandana sat roughly on his neck while a tracksuit finished his outfit. On a coat rack as a cloak, with a special design embossed on it. It was the Rune Knights symbol, and with a look at Nagato it would never be believed it was his. Sighing, he looked at his watch. 12:00. His underlings were late. Or, would teammates be a better word? It was not that he thought of the strangers as under him, but simply he did not want to be here. Honestly, the Magic Council was pitching as Nagato was up at bat, and they threw the fastest screwball-curveball mixture in the history of sports. Nagato could either lead a group of assassins or spend time in jail. For murders. A lot of them. Now here he was, the leader known as Death of The Six Paths of Darkness. They were elite, they were skilled, they were silent, they were assassins. They would have to kill without notice and destroy every ounce of conscience they reserved. Hell, Chaos, Sin, Corruption, and Pain. They were killers; natural born ones at that. And so he waited. Nagato opened up the letter all 6 of them received. It read, "Dear whomever this may concern, you have been selected into a group of secrecy for the Magic Council. Show up at 12:00 to The Bank in Fiore the upcoming day. Instructions shall be given there." It was so simplistic, so basic, so general, and yet so deceiving. He laughed out loud at exactly how the Magic Council skipped anything thing relating to what the group actually was there for, and almost made it seem as if the members were selected for an award. Who knows what will be in their heads as they arrived. Looking out in front of him, Nagati saw 6 watches. All were matte black with a gold face and red hands. On the side, a small button was hidden as if it was a Chameleon on a camouflage print. Grabbing once, the magic boredly pressed one side and instantly he was in a dark cellar illuminated by torches on the wall. Pressing it once more, he returned to the private room in the Bank he was previously in. Eyes wide, the mage sat down the watch and whistled acting as if nothing had happened. He watched the door, focusing on any sudden jerks or movements on the handle as he waiting for any form of company. |
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