“Hehehehe” She let out a happy and blissfully laugh as she continued to rub her face against the dragon’s scales. So impossibly smooth, it was amazing. None of the stories said something like this. It didn’t have wings either, but it had for legs.
Was it a variant of a eastern dragon? No, that couldn’t be, they lived in or around water, or loved to be on mountain tops. Had to be western… but it didn’t have wings.
She barely noticed the sounds coming from the dragon’s mouth as a thought came to her, before talking, “Are you a Lindworm? You got to be, you don’t have wings. Does that mean Jörmungandr is real? If you’re a Lindworm wouldn’t you be poisonous? Please don’t bite me, that wouldn’t be nice. You do have teeth right? You haven't attacked me so your obviously nice. Oh, do you know any other dragons? How about eastern ones, oh oh, or a fire breathing one with wings. Oh man, the guys are going to be SHOCKED when I tell them dragons are real. Hahaha.”
And she kept going, completely ignoring the dragons words, not even waiting for answers to her questions, the excitement reaching its peak.
Fiona heard a gravelly voice calling out to her, shaking her from her thoughts. Opening her eyes she turned to look at the person talking to her, only to freeze.
A tail, claws, large jaw and white scales were what she saw. And at that moment all rational thought left her. And with her blessing she ran.
…right into the dragon, wrapping her arms around his neck and almost spinning around it, grasping it in a tight hug. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.” She began to blabber out. “A dragon, a real dragon.” Her face rubbed against the dragon’s scales, “So smooooooooth. THIS IS SO COOL!” she all but yelled, lost in her excitement.
Her arms outstretched to the sides Fiona walked down the street, balancing on the curb as her eyes were closed. One foot before the other, her heels clacking on the ground as she hummed a happy but soft tone, like something you would sing to a young child.
Her were lips up in a large smile, and her hood hid the top of her head and most of her hair twitched slightly. Occasionally, as her cloak swayed in the breeze, a bright red pony tail could be seen, so red that it matched the roses in her hair. If one were to look closely they might have been able to tell that the swaying of her skirt was caused by more than the wind, but rather something below it.
As she walked, a crow landed on the sidewalk next to her, tilting its head as it looked at her, cawing to draw her attention. “Ah! You’re back!” She said cheerfully, before giving a small hop and landing in front of the bird and kneeling down. “Hehe, thanks for your help.” She told the bird, holding out her hand which had a couple of seeds in it, ignoring the odd looks she was drawing from the occasional person that was on the fairly empty sidewalk.
After finishing the offering the bird simply stared at her before cawing one again and flying away, leaving the girl who knows had a frown and drooping eyes. She let out a soft sigh and her visible hair seemed to become a couple shades darker and the occasional swaying of her dress and twitching of her hood stopped, “Nothing huh…” She mumbled softly as her head drooped.
Sighing again in exasperation she raised herself back to a stand, crossing her arms over her chest after she patted down her dress, an intense look taking over her features. “Hmm” she hummed, as she kept her eyes closed.
“What am I going to do now?” She whispered to herself.
The light shined in through the window and warm light filling the room, illuminating all within. Slowing, something began to stir, within the bed of roses that made the room, filling it with green and red. Near the wall set a bed in which the bushes wrapped around, an arm slowly emerged from the brush, and a yawn echoed the vibrant room. And from the brush awoke a woman, her eyes droopy as she began to stretch.
Slowly getting out of the bed, the roses moved away, creating a path for her, and she walked to the shut window, without a shred of cloth on her skin. Reaching it over she opened it, and a blast of cold greeted her flesh and flakes of snow flew in. Leaning over she placed her elbows on windowsill and looked out.
And slowly birds began to gather on the fire escape in front of her. Black birds cawing as they looked at her, their heads tilted. She smiled, “Sorry about this, I know its cold out here.” She whispered softly to the crows.
And so she held out her hand and with a soft green glow seeds appeared in her palm. And like the birds hopped over to her hand and began to peck at the seeds, gobbling them up with wild abandon. She watched on with a small smile and reached over with her free hand, giving the birds a pat on the head. And like that the pact was struck, and their once pitch black feathers took on a red hue.
Stepping away from the window still she let them into the warm, and closed the window. She then began to hum and grabbed a bowl and filling it with more seeds and berries for them to eat. No doubt they were starving. "Here you go!" She told them cheerfully, as if they could understand her.
They were her friends, the only ones she had in this strange place, so she would help them, such precious little lives that most overlooked, but not her.
Appearance: A small woman dressed in light and slightly old fashioned cloths. Her hair is somewhere between red and brown in color and is incredibly soft. Her skin is soft, as if she has not worked a day in her life. Her eyes are an abnormal silver of great beauty. She also has roses growing in her hair, but most people confuse them for ornaments unless they feel or look closely at them.
Physical Attributes
Strength: Human Agility: Exceptional Constitution: Human
Other Abilities:
Cycle Druid: An inheritor of an ancient group of what people would call druids. They maintain the balance of life and death, making sure that the dead remains dead, while the living can live out their lives as much as possible. In order to do this she has many powers, including a form of immortality, ability to access the “Garden”, the ability to bring out the powers which are kept dormant within plants, as well as draw out and utilize the powers of specific animals or the seasons themselves.
Presence of Nature: As one who is one with nature itself, a druid of the cycle, she has an effect on what is around her. Plants thrive where she has been and where she spends her time, to the degree that her apartment is filled with rose bushes, and they part for her as she walks. Animals calm, understanding her nature and feeling at ease in her presence. And finally her body does for respond to cold or warmth, and is always at a comfortable temperature, the rain falls around her, but does not touch her unless she lets it, and the wherever she falls the earth is soft. Unnatural beings are adverse to her presence.
Blessing of the Spring Wind: With spring come the bloom, all plants bloom and their beauty and scent darts across the earth. It is then when light is brought to the cold earth and warmth permeates the world, on the back of these winds. With this blessing she can obtain bursts of unnatural speed, as the special wind pushes against her back and brings her to her destination. Her speed while usage of this is increased to fantastic, but she cannot attack while moving, and can be used for short boosts of movement while airborne.
Enrapturing Briar Dance: Where roses have once, their bushes become hard and powerful briars. These briars remain far after the death of the rose, and are a testament to their power, but also a sign that one day the roses might one day grow again there. Fiona’s style of combat with her scythe is similar to the nature of briars, to the strength of an entrenched rose. She is a rose, and so when she flourishes, is able to attack constantly, her power increases, with the speed of her attacks steadily increasing the longer she attacks. Each attack flows into the next, perfectly and without pause, and these movements can be combined with impressive acrobatics. The rate of attack can easily surpass a human’s speed should it even be continuing for minimal time, but in the case of a prolonged assault, it can become troublesome even for the fastest of the supernatural, especially due to the nature of the chained attacks to trap one within a cage of death. However, in the case the chain of attack is broken, the speed will decrease. Small amounts for recoverable disruptions, and completely resetting the rate of attack should she need to re-position in a way that is disruptive. This is especially the case when she utilizes her blessing of the spring wind. It is an elegant and beautiful style that draws in the eye as the scythe becomes nothing more than a red blur around her, seeming more like a beautiful performance then a dance of death.
The Garden: A place between worlds, it contains all plants that ever were and ever will be, endless and vast. It is a place of peace and beauty, and is the home of the Cycle Druids. Druids of this place have the ability to draw out plants from it, which they can then draw out the powers of. She is especially powerful, capable of turning a location into a small part of the Garden. This causes an area of unstable reality, making so people can be drawn into the garden accidentally, although this is uncommon, or though Fiona’s will, however those with the ability to cross over into other realms can do so willingly. Within the Garden, the roses wrap around and impede opponents while cutting at them with their thorns. In addition, spiritual wolves and crows can assist her by acting more as a distraction.
Animal Blessing: She can adopt the traits of specific animals, specifically having a relationship to crows and wolves. With crows she can call them to her, using them to transport messages and spy, Crows that serve her gain a red sheen to their feathers. Her connection with wolves is different, and is capable of gaining their senses, her hair taking the form of wolf ears and growing a soft tail while her hair turns bright red. Blessings and Extracts: Ability to draw out the blessing and powers of various plants, the effect itself depends on the plant, but it will general convert into the form in which the power is greatest, such as an incense, balm, salve, powder or liquid. She has a specific list of plants she can draw from at a moment’s notice, but should she search the garden mentally she could find others.
Spoiler for Plant List:
Roses: Roses, plants of death, blood, rebirth and life. They can be converted into a balm which aides in healing very effectively as well as softening the skin, turned into a powder or smoke which amplifies positive emotions, especially love, or can simply be used to sanctify graves. They are her Sacred Plant, one which she is most aligned with.
Alfalfa: A plant associated with fortune and luck. It can be turned into a tonic or powder, and when ingested it brings fortune for some time, such as making them find lose coins, or noticing something they might miss by chance.
Anise: A plant which increases psychic abilities and wards off the Evil Eye in magical practices, giving a shield to divination magic. Anise seed can be converted into incense or a tea, and it also aids in the inducement of spiritual trances, granting one greater spiritual focus.
Basil: In Europe basil was planted to grant safety to the dead, and it carries much of the same purpose. It remains as leaves when its power is brought out, and it allows for sanctification of graves and granting spirits passage.
Chamomile: A plant which acts as a magnet for those of good natures, making people oddly drawn to the incenses made from them. It also allows for the calming of wary and troubled minds when converted into a liquid. It releases the tension from their body and calms nearly anyone.
Burdock: A root and not a flower. It is converted into a powdered form or tonic and when ingested it grants the consumer protection from lighting. It also aids in hair growth.
Wolf’s Claw: A type of moss. It is converted into a yellow oily powder that acts as a small burst of flames when thrown and striking a surface. The more powerful extraction she can draw out make this effect more like a small explosive, making it a powerful distracting flash in addition to the fireball. It was often used to impressed travelers of a Druid’s power.
Cubeb: A flower which has the power to ward off demons. It is converted into a liquid which can be poured onto a surface, such as a doorway or windowsill, to bar entrance from them, or it can be consumed to assist in exorcisms.
Elder Berries: Powerful berries which fantastic healing and warding abilities, they can remain in their raw form, or can be converted into a paste, slave, or liquid. It restores grievous wounds and protects against the elements and magic when ingested. However, due to their sacred nature, overusing them is forbidden, so she generally uses other plants to achieve similar effects.
Flax: Seeds of the flax plant. They can be converted into string. A much more mundane effect when compared to others.
Garlic: A plant which does not change form when its power is drawn out. It can be used to appease gods, negating or weakening the power of divine curses.
Hawthorn: The berries of the Hawthorn are a sacred plant in Christianity, and were found in the crown of thorns. It is a berry which blesses and sanctifies with holy power when its power is brought out. It also acts as a symbol of rulers.
Henbane: A plant which is converted into a liquid when its power is brought out. It acts as a powerful hallucinogenic that has an effect which depends on the person. There is no way to control what the effect is.
Mistletoe: The plant itself produces a curse when its power is brought out, which is imposed should it touch the person. It forces a physical attraction and desire to kiss the other to occur, and the effect immediately vanishes the moment their lips lock.
Wolf’s Bane: A flower with maintains its form when its power is brought out. It emanates an almost unnoticeable smell that deters wolves and like beings. It is a key ingredient in removing the curse of lycanthropy, a ritual that can potentially kill the one undertaking it. However, Fiona lacks the knowledge to perform such a ritual, only having basically understanding in exorcisms.
Life Preservation, Death Enforcement - Will of the Rose: The Rose, a flower associated with death, blood, and rebirth. It is the plant that she identifies with most, and so she acts out its power. Because of this she has many powers due to her connection to Roses. In addition it causes roses to grow from her hair, which many confuse for ornaments. At times it also appears that rose petals follow her in her wake, and she carries the scent of roses about her.
Bloodletting: The thorns remain, and the break the flesh and spill blood. From this blood new life will be born one day. She has the ability of Bloodletting, which means she can either cause the opening of new wounds, however they will generally be small, as well as a progression of bad wounds into far worse. This ability counteracts restorative abilities. She needs to be in close proximity, about 20 yards; to activate it, but it is maintained so long as the target remains within 100 yards. Old wounds open at a slow rate, and only do so if they formed a scar. Finally, when used on someone, it becomes obvious to them who is causing it, even if they do not understand what it is, as it triggers a primal response similar to one reacting to seeing the thorns on a plant.
Bloodletting, the Blossom of Roses: Red Roses, there are many tales of their origin, however, it is common that it was blood, blood staining the white of the summer rose, is what caused it to be. An expansion of her Bloodletting ability, which causes Roses to start growing from open wounds, most effectively with the once she has caused. They become a host of the roses, as roses begin to grow from the cut, the roots spreading into the thing and the roses spreading. It is a powerful curse that she can choose to not activate should she desire.
Passage, and so the Dead Move on: The dead are the basis for the living; the world is built on them, and from the dead new life is given, for this is the way of the cycle, and this is what is enforced, because this is her duty. It allows her to grant passage to the undead or to other aberrations on life, giving their souls safe passage to a peaceful rest. This causes her wounds she causes to be highly dangerous to those beings, as they push the soul on to the next world, as well as the ability to conduct exorcisms.
Blossom, to Return from the Cold Winter: Roses bloom, returning each year from the grave that was the cold. And so, as one who is a Rose in of herself, she is the same. But it is not the winter she returns from, but from death and injury. This grants her incredible healing and functional immortality, but her body can still be disabled for a time.
Equipment:
Blessed Cross: A silver and red cross she carries with her everywhere, while she is not Christian she still believes in a god and finds comfort in praying. In addition the faith that many follow carries power, and is useful against those that would defy the cycle, such as the undead, vampire, spirits, werewolves, or even magicians which distort death. It is a holy cross, capable of being a purification tool, and brings harm to those impure beings.
Reaping Scythe, Rose Dancer: The Scythe was once a tool used for the singular purpose of reaping grain and wheat, but long ago the Cycle Druids adopted it as one of their many arms, as they are the sower of fields and reaper of lives should it be needed. It is a powerful weapon that removes unclean energies from its mere presence, and when combined with the blessed cross which has been facilitated into its form, is devastating against the unclean and unholy. It can be materialized at a moment’s notice and is stored within the Garden. Due to its nature as a blessed tool of the Cycle Druids, which allow life to flow properly, plants grow in its wake. Originally the Cycle Druids carried a simple weapon, but with the advancement of technology they were forced to adapt, and sought to give it more flexible forms with the power they held. Because of this, her scythe can transform into a hand pistol with an attached blade. It is not as powerful as a normal gun, but its shots are incredibly hot and possess both piercing power and spiritual impact. The blade is made of solid light produced by the power of the Garden, with an impossible sharp edge, incredibly hot as though freshly taken from a forge. The weapon is made with a material that is found in the Garden, making it weigh less the five pounds total; therefor she is able to perform feats that would otherwise not be possible with a normal scythe, in fact, it’s only because it is so light she can use it at all.
Origin: A druid, a simple druid who seeks to protect people and nature. There is nothing special about her past. Born into a loving family, with a good community, she began learning of the Druid arts very young, like her father was. There is nothing noteworthy in this story. The was born into a Druid family, she lived an otherwise normal life outside of that, gaining friends, having fell in love and so on.
She even went to university, with a major in History and a minor in Classics, and took many trips to help those less fortunate, constructing homes, and trying to understand the people of the world she sought to protect.
Because you see, she always wanted to be a hero, a protector, enraptured by old tales, and so she did what she could, but in her experience and with time those urges have been subdued.
She simply wants to help people.
And she will do what she can, until the end of her days.
Weakness: A normal human on most levels, so she can be physically restricted and bound like a human can. She also has a weak constitution, so cannot fight for long, and depends on evasion. She also can’t detect the unnatural, so she might just not realize if they are subtle about it. She is truly strong when continually attacking, so breaking her flow can have an advantage.
Sakura was walking down the street, when around the corner came her sempai, Iron Tager!
"Senpai!" She cried out, running towards him, until she remembered she was wearing her Mu-12 cosplay, and suddenly became embarrassed. Tager turned to face him, innocently as he was a sinless red devil, only to see her hand grabbing his face very harshly, trying desperately to block his eyes from seeing her semi-nude form.
"Sakura, what is happening?" Tager asked, concern heavy in his voice.
Sakura could no longer contain her embarrassment, that Tager might see her one-pound-over-anemic overweight, and did the only logical thing.
She flicked her wrist and pulled completely with her arm, sending Tager flying upwards.
"Say your prayers, Senpai!" She said, before jumping up and grabbing him again, slamming him downwards to the ground. "Because this is going to be, your end!"
She slammed Tager to the hard surface of the street, knocking him out. In the distance, she heard someone yell out "Distortion finish!", but she paid it no mind, and ran off back home to change her clothing and then come bacak and pass off the entire encounter as a mechanical failure-induced hallucination.
Kern watched as his opponent cast their magic, and waited. He would not attack, not at time, wait for the woman’s assault. And then she charged, right into his range. His body pivoted from his left foot first as the base.
In an arc he moved, his right side moving to the forefront, and while he did his grip on his axe loosened slightly, and the axe slide in his grip until part farthest from the head was grasped, around the grip proper. And the axe swing through the air, striking at the girl.
This was Kern’s first strike, full destructive power, strength and speed in the place of control, the might to crush his foes with his greater build and might. And this was his first move in this fight, a fight between knight and dragon.
Suiren
"You have potential, but you must learn what your limitations are before you surpass them. I will leave this place for a time. If you are still alive when I awaken seek me out again."
Suiren looked at the woman standing in front of her, she heard her words, and in that moment the image of another seemed to fold over her, the image of a woman, a slightly more petit woman then Suiren. He unnatural eyes and hair seemed to sit calmly in the breeze as she stared at Suiren with undisguised joy.
“If you want to be great, you must do that yourself. Creation your weapon, weight your tool, and supremacy your means. But they are yours alone. That is who you are, golden child.”
Suiren closed her eyes, remembering the words, they were told to her a rather long time ago, for her at least, when she first became the 7th. The calm air billowed though the clearing as the woman began to walk away.
“Hey, do me one last thing.” Suiren called out suddenly her eyes still closed. “Just one more bit of my stupidity alright?”
She slowly got off the ground and dusted herself off, “Just once,” Suiren began. “Just once, let me show you Me.” And in that moment the golden light was back, roaring around her body as she looked up at Aisha. She was being stupid. She was attacking her with the earth, with the sky, and she would have with flames if she was able.
But that was an insult, both to this woman, and an insult to Suiren onto herself.
“Just one time, let you show you my might, and mine alone.”
There was no hate, no frustration, to exhaustion or annoyance. There was just her, and for the first time since her fight with that wolf, she felt peace.
And Suiren’s eyes were never quite as beautiful.
The Saint – Entrance
The guard… almost looked sad for a moment, but it was mixed with surprise and shock. This man… he could hear the underlining hope, or was it despair, there was a thin line between the two at time. He looked up the building for a moment, contemplating. There was no anger or agitation in the man's voice or stance, so he was not being harmed by being this close to the light.
The captain would probably be upset with him, but… “It’s to protect them, protect our brothers and sisters, our fellow men and women" He looked back at the man, “Our lord, he wants nothing more than to protect them, to protect those people.”
The guard sighed, “It might be for the best that you don’t see him now… but if you want to speak to him after, I have no doubts he would love to speak to you as well.”
Roger’s Theater
He smiled at the boy ghost, “Now now, don’t be sad, or I might get upset myself.” He chuckled lightly. He lowered himself to a sit and took off his glove again, softly pulled out a small odd piece of wood from a pouch and a knife. And slowly he began to cut away at it, small wood chips dropping to the ground.
Almost as if sensing the boy’s worries he kept himself calm, and softly asked him a question, “Now, go on, you don’t need an eye to play. You can see right?” he then looked closely at the thing he was carving a bit, before changing his grip slightly and continuing, “Go on I won’t look at where you are looking. Pick something, but you might want to challenge this old man a bit.”
The blade moved to the sun, it was trying to destroy the light, trying to destroy it completely.
It failed.
The moment the sword hit the sun, it stopped. It was mighty; no doubt, it was powerful, without question.
But one cannot destroy a near infinite string of creation. Even if it was destroying some of the light, it could not continue. It was a thing; it was a thing that was one, was finite, and was defined. It had a physical form and an effect. Ultimately that is what it was. It was not one with the truth, it was not something expressed by the truth, and it was not something that could withstand it.
And so while it tried to cut into the sun and destroy all the light that made it, the sun attacked it in kind.
Not even the strongest stone could withstand a mighty torrent with no end in sight. And that is what the blade faced. And so, despite the fact that it might have been impossible, despite the fact that it should have been inconceivable to the girl, the girl who failed to understand that her powers we not flawless, were not absolute.
And so the sword burned, parts of it were consumed eliminated from the world by the truth exploding from the power of light and truth it sought to end, and what was left, a shadow of its former self, was pushed back out of the sun. All that remained was wound in the sun, a small wound the size of a blade that was shortly filled with new light.
The Saint – Hamara
The blade hit the sun and Hamara did not even look up, he did however tense slight and his body slightly bent over. Small drops of sweet dropped from his brow and he immediately caught his breath that he lost from the shock.
He felt it; he felt the strike on the sun’s form. Dangerous, it was dangerous whatever do that, it was like rejection, like a powerful rejection. It was not enough though, the power of all the light collected within the Sun was vast and the blade's power was snuffed out, not able to reach far into it, not able to destroy much of the sun. Like a glass of water thrown into a roaring fire. And with a surge of his will the light filled the empty space, like water flowing into an emptied bowl.
He could not allow this one to do what they wished. It could potentially disrupt the consecration. It was his duty to see it though, to perform this for the sake of his brothers and sisters. So he would stop it.
And so he clenched his hand, and his power reached into the sun, and from the sun near the enemy numerous spheres were released. It would not waste the power of the sun, it just served as a mean to quicken the final result.
Then the orbs shined, and a torrent of light was released at the woman, seeking of burning her and pushing her away. Even if she was human, a human with strange and unnatural powers like he has seen, even if she was one of his brother or sisters, they would at least be knocked away, blasted away by the wave of truth.
The Saint – Entrance
The man approached, and the squad of guardsmen tensed. ‘Dangerous’, that was the one thought they had when they saw the man in front of them. He reminded them of their Captain, a man considered one of the strongest in the world in his prime. Walking with purpose, each motion carrying a weight and no openings for the eye to see.
His black armor seemed to shine in the light of the sun while his black hair framed his face. He would have been considered handsome if not for how intimidating he was.
And so, the one man in charge of the group at the entrance spoke up as the man approached, prepared to do his duty. “Sir, turn back, no one is to pass on our captains orders, and we would prefer to not have blood spilled this night.”
Crest
Crest gave a slight hum as he accepted her answer. Annoying, it seemed this place was a city though and though, although it would be possible to avoid any patrolling force. He had no doubts the Saint would gain influence over them soon.
He would have to find a way to avoid attention even more then he has been, if that bastard established a safe spot it would be impossible to avoid him for long. But he would also need to get food, but since it was mostly station around shops he would probably be able to steal it. As he thought he took out a piece of jerky and began to nibble on it.
“Valuables, money, food, anything you have, put it on the table” He gestured to the table with his machete as he continued to nibble on his food, the bags under his eyes being slightly more apparent than they were before, and his breathing slightly uneven, but it was hidden under his mumbling.
Roger’s Theater
Just took a deep breath from his nose, loosening his grip on his weapon slightly and twirling it a bit. “No, we will wait. I have to stay here.” He looked at the boy ghost before smiling slightly, “You can help if you like.” Being around the youthful ghost reminded him of his son, back when he was young.
It was nostalgic, and in a way it was comforting. Also, this child did not seem to hate the sun, just interested in it simply with childish curiosity, it was refreshing.
“For now, how about we play a game of I-spy while we wait.” He chuckled, “I spy with me very eyes something that is…” He saw the gold seats and the finishing on the walls, “Gold.”
Suiren
It hurt, but it was not a real pain. It was throbbing, a dull throbbing though her body. Groaning she removed herself from the stone slowly.
Then she felt it.
Heavy, she was heavy. Why was she heavy, why was there such a weight on her body. It took more strength to move her limbs, to move her body. There was something pushing against her.
Suiren’s eyes widened, before they narrowed, understanding what happened.
Its power was getting stronger, so she had to use more power to restrain it. That’s what this was. This was her punishment. The woman’s power… her power wasn’t in existence. She was a font of power, and from her the power to create new life was constantly pouring out. She tried to take something, to dominate something that was out of her sphere. She could dominate anything that existed.
But her power was creation. It was something new, a force that made something that was not there. It was not “life” but the “creation of life”.
And because of that, because of that simple reason, that oversight, it was something outside of her grasp. “Hah, so that’s what she meant…”
Yes, she remembered, the words of the 1st. The words that told her she hand to understand and explore her own limits, her own nature. It seemed she had a misunderstanding about something. And so Suiren let her butt hit the ground, as she sighed exhausted.
“So… I guess I just have to overcome this also huh…” She mumbled, “Ugh, so annoying.”
The balloons fell and they struck the ceiling of the theater. They let lose explosions, trying to rip apart the structure. But yet, once the dust and smoke settled, the ceiling had not a mark.
And from the inside Just looked up and scoffed, remaining on the stage, ready to act if needed. The walls of the theater would not fall unless what struck them was Human, or at least processed its Truth. And he had no reason to leave.
The first though that Just had when he saw the broken in chest of the ‘person’ as annoyance, someone was trying to play games. He didn’t really care for it. And so he returned to his post on the stage in front of the pillar, twirling his spear a couple of time in his hand.
“Dolls, I dislike Dolls. Magic that imitates life. That imitates being. It spits in the face of everyone’s struggles.” If the door was sealed, it was obvious that the one responsible would be on the other side.
No more playing. The spear spun and Just held it light a javelin, “Respond.” He commanded, and then he body tensed and entered a throwing stance.
And his body moved, the force behind it forcing the stage to creak. His hip and body turned, his arm swung, and his entire body was put into the throw. And then the spear was let loose.
Like a bolt of light, it ripped through the air like a bullet. It ripped through the dolls in the way of the door, and then though the door itself. The spear pierced it, ripping it to parts and continued, before impacting in the far wall, as far as it would go.
And Just stood, his hand after following through with the strike. And then, by a seemingly invisible force the spear shot back, returning to his hand. He spun it twice, reducing the force behind it, and then the butt of the spear hit a metal panel on the stage, letting a dull rigging thud echo though the theater.
She kept regenerating, healing all of her wounds perfectly and without marks. She would not achieve results like this; Aisha did not appear to have a limit to her power. This would be an endless fight, but she wanted to win, she had to win, she needed to win.
And so Suiren reached down, and pulled up Aisha by her shoulders, and then touched her forehead to her’s. If Aisha was life, she was in incarnation of it, and because of that she existed. And so, Suiren would take that from her, would understand it, and become greater.
Golden light began to dance, dancing around the world around them. From every stone, from every tree, from every blade of grass and from the air itself the light surged. And then it came from Aisha. And all of it flowed into Suiren.
The light was blinding, as Suiren stared into Aisha’s eyes. Power, both of them could feel it at that moment. Suiren could feel everything about Aisha, her power, or origin, her nature. She bestowed life, granting it, and what all life sought to emulate, even if they did not realize it.
And Aisha saw, she saw power, infinite power. She saw the mountains, she saw the seas, she saw the skies, she saw lives, and she saw worlds. All of those things were contained within Suiren, so deep that it was doubtful that she even realized it. And then there was the connection, a connected to all those things in the world.
The two stared at one another as the light flared. But then, slowly the golden light changed. The Golden arcs of light were being replaced, replaced by ethereal silver. Dancing from everything into Suiren, as her body shimmered with it.
But it was wrong, Suiren’s teeth grit as she tried to subdue it, her golden light flaring even more. But the silver continued to flare. And then, it expanded. The gold and the silver light clashed, like hated enemies, like oil and water. And then, in that moment the area between the two, that small inconsequential space, exploded with force, sending both into the walls behind them.
And the world calmed. Roger’s Theater
“6” The man walked waved him off and started to walk up to him down the paths between the seats. “5, 4, 3…” The man reached him and held out a card only for it to be taken by the ghostly child and ripped to spreads.
It appears this one did not at all understand Just’s words. The animated Dolls coming in force, to lack of concern and the ease at which he ignored Just’s warning, “2, 1”. And then Just’s countdown ended, “0.” And at that moment Just moved forward, pushing himself off the edge of the stage and launching forward, landing in front of the man.
He knee rose and struck hard against the man’s chest, without a doubt making the air leave his lungs and launching him back onto the path. “That was my last warning.”
Watching as the girl dried herself out with the towel around herself and begin to gather her clothing, "In the other room, not here." There was to little space, and she was far to calm for his liking, he would need more space if she tried something.
So as she walked out of the bathroom to get dressed, Crest moved to stand up. As he did however the world spun, and he staggered a bit before regaining his balance. It was quiet, and there was no way the girl would have noticed. He blinked twice, before shaking his head a bit and taking a drink of water from his wine skin.
He then followed the girl and found a place to sit while she got dressed. “You’re going to answer some of my questions.” He told her, his eyes hard as his ribbons continued to dance around him in those alien patterns. “First things first, this city, tell me, where is it most densely populated, where are guard’s centered, and a place to draw fresh water and find food?”
Need to get his priorities down first.
Suiren
More
Her body crackled with energy as the earth began to groan. The power surged though her body.
More!
And then she took a space forward, and in an instant she was next to Aisha. Her hand swung upward, and with it Aisha was launched into the air. And then Suiren jumped. As Aisha reached the peak of her arc, her body already restored, Suiren appeared at her side, and then struck downward. Aisha flew like a bullet towards the ground, and Suiren began to fall, collecting the golden light from the air around her.
And so she fell, and as she landed on Aisha she struck again, “Falling Heaven”, and the earth shattered yet again, Aisha’s body exploded, bone, blood and flesh flying over the crater. And Suiren stood there, looking down.
Roger’s Theater
After the boy and his separated, Just heard a sound. Trumpeting music with a blazing, energetic, rhythm. Immediately his posture changed, his face hardened as his attention was focused to his senses, his eyes locked on the front entrance, and then they entered. A man, an oddly dressed man, and behind him walked many pale and lifeless humanoid beings, dolls directed by some force.
Just’s eyes narrowed. A group coming in force… he would give them one chance and one chance only. “You.” He pointed his spear at them as he lowered himself into a ready stance, “You have until I count to ten to leave.”
And without waiting for a response be began, “Ten. Nine. Eight…”
Matou Construction Site
“Very well.” He stomped forward, his body facing her from the side, and then he began to spin his axe in his hand, turning to a vortex of death. And then it stopped, sending dust flying away from him with the force.
His stance was strong, one of his hands remained opened and it pointed towards his opponent from his side, his legs were spread increasing his stability, and his axe was held in his right hand behind him, close to the axe blade, the shaft against his arm.
"Come!” He declared.
Viper’s Den
As the woman flipped her goggles to night vision something was revealed, if she looked close enough, but it was difficult though the slightly pixilated image given by the goggles.
Wire. There were wires filling the halls. No so densely packed that it would be obvious, but they could definitely be seen, some potentially not as obvious. In addition the hallways seemed to hit a T-turn not far from the entrance to the halls, both turning towards the same direction, one having turns at the end, and leading to additional paths.
When combined with the small nature of the halls, it was obvious both halls were dangerous, especially for a large ground and if there were additional hidden traps, no matter which way they went.
Crest nodded, satisfied, at least a little. He gestured at her with his machete and pointed out to the room, holding out a towel with his other hand. “Go get dressed, but watch yourself.” Some of the ribbons returned to flowing behind Crest, while a few remained around the girl, ready to strike if she did anything funny.
Calm, she was oddly calm. He has never seen anyone be that calm when he has held them up like this, especially after he showed them the power of his Rejection. A deep sense of worry and concern planted itself in his gut. What was she planning…
That’s why he was going to let her get dressed, not that he was getting uncomfortable looking at her naked skin any more. Her perfect skin except for the small red scratch, her perfectly proportioned chest, her delicate face, her silky and glistening wet red hair, it wa- ok, stop it Crest. What the fuck was wrong with him today. There is no way this is normal.
Suiren
The moment the woman regenerated and spoke again Suiren was on her, her hand grasping her face and smashing it against the ground, splattering it. And then she jumped, her body entering a spin. And the golden light came from the sky in that moment and her leg came down.
“Golden Heaven Strike, Whirling Sky Crater” And her foot met the now restored head woman. Her leg it the woman, and a golden wave of force ripped through her and shattered the earth beneath them. Dust filled the air. And within the dust the gold crackled and collapsed again, “Golden Mountain Punch, Twin Crushing Fangs!”
Another detonation of force ripped through the earth, within the cloud, her twin fists struck down at the regenerating Aisha, and they both delivered their might. The earth broke even further, shards flying everywhere and the dust expanding.
It was then Suiren leaped out of the cloud, landing some distance away, and the gold began to collect at her once again, and she swung her arm. The wave of air pressure blew away the dust, revealing the crater…
Just
Just looked at the outstretched finger for a moment, before he reached up with his hand and pulled off his glove. Then his pinky wrapped around the other appendage.
“All right, I will tell you the rest of the story another time, but only if your good. I promise.”
Viper’s Den
As the CAT’s ran into the seperate halls, something unexpected happened. It was only a small way, but suddenly the robots fell apart into two separate pieces, one cut horizontally, while the other diagonally.
A perfect cut and the two fell to the ground lifeless. And there was no sign as to what could have made it within that darkness.
As the blond girl reached for the door and turned the handle, a sharp squeaking of metal echoed though the hall as it turned with slight difficulty. Then it was pulled back, opening with the same creak, slowly due to the massive size. Then there was a soft click, but nothing happened.
If they had examined the doorway they would have noticed an incredibly thing wire, a wire from the door into the wall. But no trap went off, it seemed that the trap accidently set off before was one and the same as this one.
But surly the door opened, and the room beyond was revealed. It was fairly large, it had some benches scattered throughout, and to the back sides of the rooms there were two pathways, each hallway only two people across if they stood shoulder to shoulder. Toppled club bounders were near both entrances, and blood stains could be seen on the floor all around.
The most disconcerting thing was the words carved into the walls. Scratched into the concreate that made them were deep gashes, phrases like “YOU WILL DIE ALONE!”, “THERE IS NO HOPE BEYOND HERE!”, “FEAR THE DARKNESS!”, “TURN BACK NOW!” and finally, the centerpiece "THE SNAKE HUNTS!".
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