Homura had only just entered the guildhall and was given a brief tour by one of the officers of the guild. Though he had to admit, he wasn't 100% thrilled to be there. The building was pristine, better than the small satellite location building back in Cedar. He preferred that place more for the easy means of traveling to and from one job to the other. It was better for him to keep moving, but on this island was another problem.
Due to Asura inside him, it was not smart to have a single place to stay. He was a walking time bomb waiting to happen if Asura got rowdy and took him over. The bastard of a demonic god would even at times take him over in his sleep, and have a 'fun time' when he wasn't even aware of it. Even worse, an island was not the best place he felt at home with water all around and no fast way to travel.
He felt confined there, for better or worse. On his own, he wouldn't mind. But this island was the HQ to the guild. How could he be allowed to stay there and be a risk factor.
Homura now rested in the mess hall of the guildhall, sitting rather unconventionally with his back to the table-- feet kicked up against another adjacent stool to rest on. Anyone who would see him would see clearly a loner out of his element. His stay there was not a welcomed one as it was a change he didn't know what to do.
Oh, don't like it here? We could blow it up. Hahahah... Asura laughed inside his head. Come on. It be fun!
Homura gritted his teeth and gave the side of his head a mild strike with his palm. "Shut up... you will not do anything of the sort here. This is our guild's home base." he grumbled to himself.
Ha! Like no one here doesn't want to play rough. Come on, just five minutes, boy. I promise I'll leave their limbs in tact. he pestered. Asura KNEW he would never get his way-- but it didn't stop him from trying to annoy Homura for it.
Homura dug his fingers into his crossed arms-- containing his own anger and nerves. The more angrier he got, the more Asura could arrest control, so he tried to keep his cool. He took a deep breath and rested back, trying to appear somewhat natural despite his unusual 'roguish' state of rest.
Needless to say, the nameless young man new to this ultra-elite Guild Hall would no doubt raise questions to those nearby. Least of all to try and make a conversation.
WC: 451
Due to Asura inside him, it was not smart to have a single place to stay. He was a walking time bomb waiting to happen if Asura got rowdy and took him over. The bastard of a demonic god would even at times take him over in his sleep, and have a 'fun time' when he wasn't even aware of it. Even worse, an island was not the best place he felt at home with water all around and no fast way to travel.
He felt confined there, for better or worse. On his own, he wouldn't mind. But this island was the HQ to the guild. How could he be allowed to stay there and be a risk factor.
Homura now rested in the mess hall of the guildhall, sitting rather unconventionally with his back to the table-- feet kicked up against another adjacent stool to rest on. Anyone who would see him would see clearly a loner out of his element. His stay there was not a welcomed one as it was a change he didn't know what to do.
Oh, don't like it here? We could blow it up. Hahahah... Asura laughed inside his head. Come on. It be fun!
Homura gritted his teeth and gave the side of his head a mild strike with his palm. "Shut up... you will not do anything of the sort here. This is our guild's home base." he grumbled to himself.
Ha! Like no one here doesn't want to play rough. Come on, just five minutes, boy. I promise I'll leave their limbs in tact. he pestered. Asura KNEW he would never get his way-- but it didn't stop him from trying to annoy Homura for it.
Homura dug his fingers into his crossed arms-- containing his own anger and nerves. The more angrier he got, the more Asura could arrest control, so he tried to keep his cool. He took a deep breath and rested back, trying to appear somewhat natural despite his unusual 'roguish' state of rest.
Needless to say, the nameless young man new to this ultra-elite Guild Hall would no doubt raise questions to those nearby. Least of all to try and make a conversation.
WC: 451