Himura Kenshin (heartofthesword) wrote in cedarridge_rp, @ 2016-01-18 02:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: himura kenshin, character: sayuri masaki, thread: in progress, week: one |
Who: Sayuri and Kenshin
Where: Kylo Ren's Bachelor Pad
When Monday, early evening
Rating: PG-13 right now? For possible vivid descriptions of blood and violence.
Why: Because all the Knights get to have one!
The questions had been audible amongst the Knights of Ren when the Battousai himself, a famed assassin present throughout time in all the world's struggles and wars, no matter how small, took it upon himself to cook. Training took up most of his days, but, seeing as how blades had no reason to read or write, reading, the obvious answer, was beyond his limits. Over the years, for some reason or another, he'd taken up cooking as a hobby, something that really threw his current allies in any group for a loop. The Knights of Ren were no exception in questioning it, but the elder vampire ignored them for the most part, simply informing them when meals were prepared and insisting that all of them, aside from Ren unless he wished to join, be on time. Which lead to awkwardly silent meals for the most part, but the food was good, even if Kenshin wouldn't give up just where or why he'd picked up the skill.
The vampire mulled over the events he had witnessed in the small settlement Kylo Ren and Luke Skywalker. It was troublesome that his mind seemed unwilling to let that night go. He had been involved in hundreds of combat situations where it had essentially been a slaughter. What was it about this one that seemed different? Certainly, Ren was more ruthless than many he'd met over his numerous years spent as an assassin and swordsman, but that shouldn't have bothered him. Though the blade chose its wielder in this case meant little, no matter what he thought of it this particular slaughter. The blade had chosen, and so it was not within its right to question.
He was in the midst of preparing miso to accompany the next meal when another of the Knights cleared his throat. Kenshin had heard him approach but doubted that the man could possibly be coming to speak to him. He'd made it abundantly clear that he was not a one prone to conversation, even among allies. At best, he used his skill and years to spar with others so they might be made better use to Ren.
Regardless, he didn't seem to be going away, earning Kenshin's attention whereupon he noted the young woman at his side in clothing that looked suspiciously like a slave's. The Battousai blinked, simply staring at both figures intently until they offered some manner of explanation.