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Akkuma sat at the end of a large oak table awaiting the shinobi he had sent for. Though their encounter had been brief the demon had not forgotten the youth. In fact he intended to get to know the young shinobi, what better way to do that than over food and a few drinks. Along with talk of plots that were in motion, the sage intended to see what type of being this Shiro was. What motivated him? Which way did his moral compass point? These were just a few of the things he intended to find out.
The demon sage had sent Mai, she was beautiful and charming. A true temptress her weapon was her body, in more ways then one considering she was an Aburame. She wore red tinted glasses in order to conceal the depth of her kikaichu and just how much of her body they used. Even her eyes had been eaten away to make room for the hive, instead of two eyeballs she had a kikaichu sitting in each optical nerve. She saw what they saw, Mai was truly a fascinating creature. She stood at five feet and nine inches with a hourglass figure. Long black hair fell down her shoulders and her surprisingly pale complexion was almost unseen in this desert area.
'Hopefully they won't be much longer...' he thought to himself downing a huge mug of Toraono ale. A particularly beautiful drop of liquor that he had grown quite fond of. At a massive height of 7'4ft, weighing in at a massive 184kgs and clad in his Ancient Toraono armour. Akkuma was a sight to behold even when seated, those huge demonic hands and their clawed fingers tapped the table. His wolf ears twitched waiting for a sign that they were coming, his demonic presence ready to feel anyone approach. That long weapon-like tail lay at his feet on the ground unmoving, a sign he was calm. That crimson orb and its diamond-like counterpart stared at the hallways entrance. Sitting there he looked like some of of demonic Warlord plucked out of a story from the Old Era's.
'I wonder if I'll find out what GoT is this time..." he thought to himself wondering what it could be. For the likes of him he couldn't figure it out then again these mortals were peculiar.
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When Mai found the young shinobi she would bow deeply "Excuse me sir but my Lord Akkuma requests your presence...if it's of no inconvenience to you. I'm sure you'll find what he has to say very interesting, but formalities are formalities. You understand..." she'd say in that sweet voice of hers, as a kikaichu crawled down her wrist. Standing upright her black silk dress clung to her body, her bright blue eyes were fixed on the youth. If he agreed to follow her she would lead him through the dojo to the Demon Sage.
MFT
![](http://i62.tinypic.com/308fes4.jpg)
Akkuma sat at the end of a large oak table awaiting the shinobi he had sent for. Though their encounter had been brief the demon had not forgotten the youth. In fact he intended to get to know the young shinobi, what better way to do that than over food and a few drinks. Along with talk of plots that were in motion, the sage intended to see what type of being this Shiro was. What motivated him? Which way did his moral compass point? These were just a few of the things he intended to find out.
The demon sage had sent Mai, she was beautiful and charming. A true temptress her weapon was her body, in more ways then one considering she was an Aburame. She wore red tinted glasses in order to conceal the depth of her kikaichu and just how much of her body they used. Even her eyes had been eaten away to make room for the hive, instead of two eyeballs she had a kikaichu sitting in each optical nerve. She saw what they saw, Mai was truly a fascinating creature. She stood at five feet and nine inches with a hourglass figure. Long black hair fell down her shoulders and her surprisingly pale complexion was almost unseen in this desert area.
'Hopefully they won't be much longer...' he thought to himself downing a huge mug of Toraono ale. A particularly beautiful drop of liquor that he had grown quite fond of. At a massive height of 7'4ft, weighing in at a massive 184kgs and clad in his Ancient Toraono armour. Akkuma was a sight to behold even when seated, those huge demonic hands and their clawed fingers tapped the table. His wolf ears twitched waiting for a sign that they were coming, his demonic presence ready to feel anyone approach. That long weapon-like tail lay at his feet on the ground unmoving, a sign he was calm. That crimson orb and its diamond-like counterpart stared at the hallways entrance. Sitting there he looked like some of of demonic Warlord plucked out of a story from the Old Era's.
'I wonder if I'll find out what GoT is this time..." he thought to himself wondering what it could be. For the likes of him he couldn't figure it out then again these mortals were peculiar.
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When Mai found the young shinobi she would bow deeply "Excuse me sir but my Lord Akkuma requests your presence...if it's of no inconvenience to you. I'm sure you'll find what he has to say very interesting, but formalities are formalities. You understand..." she'd say in that sweet voice of hers, as a kikaichu crawled down her wrist. Standing upright her black silk dress clung to her body, her bright blue eyes were fixed on the youth. If he agreed to follow her she would lead him through the dojo to the Demon Sage.
MFT