STORMS CHASING CLOUDS [ Active] Who: Hibari (nuvola), Bel(princetheripper) What: When two people can't get along, even online, they play a game. A deadly game. When: Um um um. Right now 8D? Where: The lobby Warnings: Ah. Them, together
Hibari huffed off irritation after his talk with Bel and walked out of his supposed room. He had been wandering around the place for a whole hour, like a stealthy predator in a field of grass, and so he sort of knew how to get by.
He would not admit this, but he was confused. How could he have ended up in a place like this, when he was just in the middle of a deadly competition against a strong Millefiore guardian. His insant thought was an illusion. What other reason could there have been other than that? Pathetic illusionist and their cheap games.
However, the man who named himself as Sora was informative, in his own way. Hibari was too prideful into asking questions, somehow figuring out on his own that he would be able to get the answers he needed by himself, as always, not even showing the man who helped him enough compassion. And then Belphegor of the Varia came along with his irritating royal lies, and Hibari knew his bloodthirst couldn't have gotten any better.
And so, he walked out of his room, determined to find this narcissistic, self-proclaimed prince assassin, and bite him to death.