Enma Ai
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Post by Enma Ai on Apr 29, 2013 11:32:06 GMT -5
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A distant car honked it's horn, from the roof top, it was so faint. Even that didn't really interrupt the peace that hushed over this town at such an early hour. Streets were barren, and if not barren they were populated by a few lonesome stragglers. Foot steps were heard ever so clearly from where Ai stood, they were the acoustics for the night, echoing off of the buildings.
Traffic lights continued to change while no one was there to see them display their message, no one but Ai. Street lamps were glowing to guide empty sidewalks, making them almost little havens of sun. The majority of houses were dark, but as always some still had lights on, and had movement within perhaps the people within had just returned home or were to leave for very early jobs. Maybe they were students studying for tests. Looking down upon the sleeping town, Ai was very still, not that it would matter. As far as this world knew, she simply didn't exist. She was never a part of their world. Never this side of humanity.
Standing upon a flat roof of some sort of auto body shop, the little Togabito girl stood looking down on the unsuspecting environment, simply observing it's cycle of life. The roof was topped with black tar and had a hard plastic rimming it. Ai was resting her right foot on the plastic to have the ability to jump down and break into the barrier of this quiet place. Down, down onto the concrete sidewalk below.
The building was taller than most, perhaps to work on emergency vehicles such as firetrucks, or community assistance vehicles such as cherry-pickers. 4 stories high, two just for the automotive garage and the other 2 for offices and meeting rooms, from what Ai gathered by peeking into the tinted windows.
It was too early in the spring for many bugs to be out, and the moon was only but a crescent. Stars were out on this warm evening only cooed by a gentle breeze, and if it wasn't a Monday night, one would assume humans would be enjoying the weather as Ai was.
It was times like these that clocks seemed to stop and the universe was standing in one place. Ai dared not disturb the peace and was as silent as the rest of this sacred place. It was just past 3 in the morning. Humans called this the witching hour. Maybe there would be something to this old Wives Tale.
This evening she wore her normal attire, a dominantly black seifuku (similar to Japanese school uniform), with parts in white and red. She wears black socks up to just below the knee and typical student shoes. Her skirt also reaches to the top of her knees. The cuffs on her sleeves are white with a black line, slim, that goes all around it., while the flap on the back of her shirt is also white with the black lining. Her tie is silky, and red in color. A cloth clasp around it is black with a single slim white line around it.
Her pale skin matched that pure whiteness of the moon that shown above her. She used it's light to observe, waiting for something to happen. Something always roused on beautiful nights like these. She did not move a muscle or blink her large crimson eyes. The only motion was from the welcomed breeze moving her long black hair.
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Post by John Stone on Apr 29, 2013 19:02:08 GMT -5
John staggered about haphazardly, his steps deliberate, yet notably uncoordinated. He swayed as he stepped, his feet placing themselves awkwardly in front of each other, hand clutched to his head. To anyone else, it would appear as if the poor boy was dunk beyond belief – this was, it had to be said, entirely untrue. Not only was he underage (in his current country of residence, anyway), but he also despised the bitter taste of most alcoholic beverages, and the aftertaste that stained his tongue. Not that he’d had much, maybe a sip or two every New Year’s, but that was beside the point.
The Consecro member’s vision was beginning to wane quite rapidly as well. The street certainly wasn’t moving in a manner similar to a dodgy see-saw, and the world was likely not as blurry as John was seeing it. Added to his swaying, and the fact that light was fairly dim at this point in time, John’s occasional collision with a wall or a lamp post was not entirely unsurprising. It was not on as frequent a basis as the stereotypical drunkard would have you believe by his – or her – actions, but he still made the odd prang into an inanimate object.
The cool air of an early spring night was somewhat bracing, for John. Throughout his life, whether it was fatigue or just a bad mood, he would literally “cool off” to regain composure. He didn’t know why, but he always felt comfortable with a bitter breeze on his skin, and through his hair. Even now, he was calming down further by the second, the vague chill of the night air proving just enough to satisfy him. Maybe it was the reason for the minute smile across his face, or for the slight spark in his tired eyes. Whatever the case, he was still acting drunk, though drunk he was not.
John, far from recovered, but far from collapsing, instead decided to lean against a wall in order to alleviate some of the fatigue plaguing him. After an initial deep breath, John began breathing slowly, but otherwise, fairly normally. Maybe he was just trying to gather himself, so that he could continue. He was not as red-faced as the inebriated, nor was he sweating profusely or swearing profusely. In fact, for someone who appeared as he did, he seemed rather quiet – composed, almost. Breathing out another sigh, he slumped further against the wall, until he had taken up a rough sitting position, his gaze directed towards nothing in particular.
He had, in fact, just gotten out of a fight, and a particularly rough one at that. While he had teetered on the verge of transforming, years of mental and physical training had made John practically immune to anger from trivial sources, requiring anyone wishing to enrage him to push his pressure points. And he was even training against those. However, he had been roughed up significantly in the minutes just gone by, and he was certainly showing it, what with being dizzy and needing to rest, and all. He had at least gone without any unwanted transformations for a while, at least, so there was that.
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Post by Enma Ai on Apr 29, 2013 19:26:54 GMT -5
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Post by John Stone on Apr 29, 2013 19:41:10 GMT -5
Though largely disoriented, John still held some rudimentary form of combat readiness, a sort of sense embedded in him by countless hours of training and field work. It was almost instinctive, that he noticed things, even when he had been battered senseless. Not that such an event would have no effect upon his senses, or his performance, however – he was only human, and no matter how much training he had received, he was only able to take so much punishment before he started to feel it. The big guy, on the other hand, was a lot more capable of taking punishment, but getting angry for the commute home was hardly excusable.
A sudden movement and clanging sound caused John to leap back into action almost instinctively, assuming a fighting stance of some sort, attempting to keep his balance steady and his gaze on where it needed to be. As it turned out, his temporary dissolution of fatigue was all for naught, as the noise was merely a stray cat leaning onto the lid of a metal bin. However, he did not re-assume a relaxed position, noting an oddly-shaped shadow on the ground, one that he couldn’t quite place, but supposed it was still vaguely suspicious. Eyes hardening, as much as they could, John moved to put his back against the wall, not willing to be cornered.
He was not angry, or under enough general stress to call out his alter-ego. No, he was simply apprehensive of the situation, responding to it as training had dictated. He refused to call out, or make any attempt to interact – however, his actions were all that were needed for communication. No person under the influence of excessive amounts of alcohol could possibly react like he did, assuming such a stance, so quickly. Of course, it was relatively speaking – compared to his rested self, he was slow, but not enough to pass him off as being drowned in anything that could potentially get him drunk.
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Post by Enma Ai on Apr 29, 2013 20:02:47 GMT -5
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[/img][/div] Oh pitiful shadow lost in the darkness, Bringing torment and pain to others. Oh damned soul, wallowing in your sin...
The boy seemed to snap out of his strange state in an instant as a feral cat knocked over the lid of a tin trash cap. This told that he was not under the influence of anything, The round lid fell to the ground and took a few moments to stop shaking and rotating be still once more. The cat had frightened itself and had dashed off as soon as the lid began to make a high pitched grinding sound as it began to slide off of the heap of over flowing garbage.
As the cat disappeared into the ally way, around a corner and out of sight Ai returned her attention on the boy. who now had his back to the red brick wall. It would seem that he came to notice of a presence besides himself. Was he expecting someone? Or perhaps he thought the other person, being her, was going to come from either side of him. Ai was still as calm as when this boy had not wondered over to become in her view. By the way he moved before, he was probably injured and in no shape to seek battle with her. This is what she had hoped, anyway. She was not afraid of fighting, but it just seemed unnecessary. However, if this young man were to challenge her, she would not hesitate. One must always be ready for a fight if her or she resides in Hell.
She tilted her head slightly to the right and narrowed her large crimson eyes. This boy seemed to be human. How interesting to Ai, this was. Her mind traveled to how she too was a human with abnormal abilities once upon a time. How would this young man turn out in death, she wondered. He had passed her life span as a human, she would assume by looking at his size. Slowly her mind wondered leaving her to lower her guard. Aloud she released a soft girlish sigh. She let her head fall forward for a moment as she sank into her memories.
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Post by John Stone on Apr 29, 2013 20:23:00 GMT -5
She was entirely correct – John, while far from inebriated, was in no condition to fight. Well, JOHN was in no condition to fight. His burly friend, on the other hand, was more than willing to raise his fists to whomsoever decided to challenge him, foregoing any pre-fight rituals and sabre-rattling that might have otherwise occurred. John squeezed his eyes shut for a second, attempting to clear the blur from them, induced by reduced stamina and repeated blows to the head. He would recover soon, but the fact was that if he entered a fight in his current state, t was likely that he would never even get the chance to buff himself up, before being destroyed.
His eyes scanned the night, the street, the buildings, everything that could harbour a potential threat. He glanced upwards, but the brief glimpse of what was above him was not comprehensive enough to be considered sufficient. He was tense, a coiled spring, ready to leap at any given moment. In fact, he would have legged it quite swiftly, had it not been for the fact that he would have fallen flat on his face if he had tried. He was not able to fight effectively, but he was sure as hell prepared to try. John faltered a little, his shin aching from all it had had to block, causing him to dip downwards – only for a second mind, but enough to show weakness. Inviting weakness, in fact, for any parties interested in taking him down.
The girlish sigh was the straw that broke the camel’s back, however – he could only take so much before he had to speak out, or otherwise leap into action. “Who’s there?” he called out, slurring his words ever so minutely, his stance wavering intermittently, his head-shaking following suit. Though, as much as he tried, he could not immediately clear the dull pain in his head. He knew someone was there, and though his sensory abilities were sub-par at this point in time, he didn’t need them to know someone – or something, for that matter – was nearby. The sudden spike in his adrenaline levels had sparked a slightly deeper tone to his voice, though hardly noticeable for the uninitiated.
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Post by Enma Ai on Apr 29, 2013 20:55:33 GMT -5
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[/img][/div] Oh pitiful shadow lost in the darkness, Bringing torment and pain to others. Oh damned soul, wallowing in your sin...
Enma's eyes shot open in such a manor you expect when looking down on an open casket, the silent fear everyone has of the body shooting up. She was at the peak end of her memories of human life when the young man had called out to her. She could still feel the sting of falling ground. “Who's there?” his voice came to say. It was a deep tone that signaled to Ai a bit of a threat. She watched him as his head swung about. Ai could feel her blood rushing through her and her energy rising from the cruelty surfaced by memory.
Ai stepped up on top of the thick plastic rim of the roof top, into view. Her crimson eyes slowly opened, filled with pain, they locked on the boy below. Her long beautiful black hair flowed with a new breeze. The tail of her skirt slightly fluttered and her shirt pressed against the front of her torso. Her stance gave no information of wanting to fight, if she was injured, if she was kind, if she was cruel. Ai was never good at any type of social interaction, but she figured she should at least give a response to the boy. His lack of control of motor functions gave her the assumption he would not strike any time soon.
Her hollow and emotionless voice broke into the night air. “I am Enma Ai.” Her gaze still fixated, her mind went into decision making. Should she leave? What would be the consequences for leaving? What were they for staying? What would be the response from her presenting herself openly. Her muscles were tense. She was tense. It was needless to say she wasn't a people person. She didn't have much trust for the living especially. She had seen all the darkness they had to offer. She had seen time and time again that as the eras pass human nature always stays the same. Never the less, she didn't hold this prejudice to this boy automatically. She took account of the variation of the individual. ~ The rest is for you to decide~ She thought to herself. ~ However, what if he us waiting on me?~ She counter argued in her mind. Again, evidence of her in ability to communicate with others. This inner conflict olny increased the tension she felt about the situation at hand.
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Post by John Stone on Apr 30, 2013 18:24:36 GMT -5
Having not actually expected a response, it took John a second or two to actually catch onto the stranger’s appearance. Though it was a rather delayed reaction, he took an instinctive step backwards, keeping his makeshift fighting stance up, and his eyes focussed on his foe. Not that he could focus particularly well, though – as had been said, his vision had been affected quite majorly, to the extent that he was having trouble making out Enma, even when he was assisted by the meagre glow of the street lights. However, his vision was beginning to clear a little, allowing him to make out basic features of just who he was facing.
It was true, that John had suffered two adrenaline spikes – one when he had called out, and one more recently, when Enma had decided to appear in front of him. And, usually, making John suffer an adrenaline spike was a bad thing, as it tended to push him further into a transformation, unless it was a situation in which he enjoyed the adrenaline rush. It was safe to say that he was not enjoying this situation, but as there were no immediate threats, he could not risk turning. That, and he liked the jacket he was in. He didn’t fancy tearing it to shreds.
The boy observed Enma, attempting to gain something about her from her mannerisms, her appearance, anything – however, his hindered scan provided little, apart from basic appearance information. He could not place the name of what she was wearing, but he duly noted it regardless. His vision was still too bleary to make out anything detailed, however, so he decided to keep his distance, though maintaining it would be a different matter entirely, given how much control he had over his balance. The slight breeze buffeted his hair, moving his jacket a fraction as well, though John did not seem to notice. Or care. Maybe both.
He listened to her introduction, running it through his head, attempting to discern any underlying meaning from it. Nothing of the sort turned up, however – she was simply introducing herself, more or less. But, he couldn’t run away, much as he would have liked to. But he couldn’t introduce his himself, either. Names held power, and while it may not have been to great extent, someone knowing his name that he didn’t trust would be awkward. So, in light of this, he posed a question. “Not human, I take it.” He was getting some of his senses back, and going by what little he could sense, she wasn’t human, he could tell that. Though, not much else.
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Post by Enma Ai on Apr 30, 2013 19:21:25 GMT -5
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[/img][/div] Oh pitiful shadow lost in the darkness, Bringing torment and pain to others. Oh damned soul, wallowing in your sin...
Ai was taken back by the response she received, so much so that she made an audible scoff "Tch." Her eyes narrowed and she put her left foot back onto the tar roof. What poor manners this boy had. To ask for an introduction without introducing yourself was already rude, but as she answered he still did not. Then he makes a comment like that? Inquiring on her race just like so? Her natural distaste for humans came to rise.
Her voice came more stern than the time before, but sounded just as empty. "You are very rude child, where ever did you learn such poor manners?" she replied. "You search for answers from me, yet I don't even know your name." She added. With this, she rose her nose in the air, like a teacher would in disapproval to a student who was acting out. By doing so, her face was fully visible in the moon light.
His ways of speaking made her doubt his individualism and saw him as another cruel human. Oh how they learned to be evil at such young ages. She would give him one more chance, but that was all she could offer. After that if he was threatening she would get ready for battle. If he was still rude, she would turn to make her leave, as her calm night was ruined. If he was kind perhaps she would move closer to speak. or would that be taken as a challenge. Nothing was for certain.
Never the less this was one of the more odd situations she had been in and didn't exactly have an idea of how to act. Time seemed to pass slowly and this stand still was strange to her. Was it that he wasn't friendly, or was it she who was un friendly? Possibilities wondered her mind.
She never did understand humans. She was very perplexed, but this time didn't lower her guard. Not after being so put off, for sure.
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Post by John Stone on Apr 30, 2013 20:14:50 GMT -5
Enma moved back – this did not help John’s disposition, given how jumpy he was at present, and how even the slightest of sudden movements could push him over the edge. As he tightened his guard, an animal-like grunt sounded, one a person would not expect from a boy such as him. In fact, it was unlikely a person like him would be able to make the sound at all, given how it sounded more like a wild beast than anything. John’s battle instincts were kicking in now, a second wave of stamina washing over him. The kind that comes when a person feels threatened, the kind that leaves them aching in the morning.
John replied with his own “tch,” when chided by Enma, on what he thought to be a perfectly justifiable response. He could have perhaps been a little less heavy-handed about it, but regardless, he did not see himself as unjustified in his actions. “Well, excuse me, princess,” he answered, words less slurred than before, “You’ll have to forgive me for not trusting a stranger appearing out of nowhere in the dead of night, whose outfit doesn’t quite blend in with the average person’s around here.” As far as John was concerned, manners did not come into this. He did not have an iota of trust in her – given how everyone treated him more like a monster than a man, one would likely not be surprised by this, if they knew him well enough.
Unfortunately, being rude right back at Enma was doing nothing to help John with his temperament, and given the consequences of losing his temper, it was the last thing he wanted to do. After a deep breath, and taking a moment to compose himself, John returned to his usual demeanour. Placid, and largely mild-mannered. “I’m sorry, that was rude of me. I… just have trust issues. Really bad trust issues. I just don’t like to introduce myself to people I don’t immediately trust. That’s… well… Everyone, really.” John grew less tense, but he kept himself in a combat-ready stance, able to leap into action at a moment’s notice. If she was going to fight him, so be it – he didn’t want to, but he preferred the option that didn’t leave him pushing up daisies.
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Post by Enma Ai on Apr 30, 2013 20:41:10 GMT -5
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[/img][/div] Oh pitiful shadow lost in the darkness, Bringing torment and pain to others. Oh damned soul, wallowing in your sin...
Enma's nostrils flared. Princess? She thought to herself. She had been called many things, but never that, sarcastic or not. Her left eyebrow rose. This boy stayed battle ready at all times, like he expected the world to close in on him and everyone was out to get him. What ever was impairing him seemed to dwindle with every passing second. Ai could not determine if this was a good thing or a bad thing.
Ai waited silently as the boy went through his grumble of why he can harass her with accusations but she could not do the same when she was in the exact same situation as he himself was in. He attempted to make an argument on Ai's schoolgirl outfit being out of place, but with 3 highschools in this town, Ai didn't see it as being unfit. Enma's eyes stayed harsh through his whole spit of what she saw as a thoughtless ramble.
Just as Ai believed this whole thing was going no where and her only thought was turning and leaving the scene the young man sighed and composed himself. He explained why he acted so rashly, but still never gave a name. Enma's eyes lost their harshness with his story.
Moving slowly, as to not bring the tension back up, she leaned down and placed both hands upon the thick plastic upon where on of her feet were, and sat, swinging her legs down against the side of the building, her shoulders in a more relaxed position.
"No" she said softly. "I am not human." she said in her hollow cool voice. She tilted her head and looked down upon the being. She hoped her relaxed posture would ease him as well.
"No one is, for too long." she added His comment would confirm her thoughts of him being human for the most part. The morbid comment wasn't to frighten him as much as to remind him not to think all things that come back from the dead will do him harm. Ai only harmed those who wished harm upon her. A natural reaction, one would suppose.
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Post by John Stone on May 1, 2013 16:57:26 GMT -5
Though his guard was lowered a slight amount, when Enma appeared to be more relaxed with hers, John refused to relent. His guard was lowered enough, so he believed, to the point where he did not think he should have to lower it any more. Living or dead, he did not trust anyone, and anyone trying to convince him otherwise would likely just be wasting their time. However, his expression as considerably softer now, despite everything – he had to keep the big man at bay, lest he cause more damage to the surrounding area. The Consecro would only pay for so much fo the wreckage he caused in his temper tantrums.
Enma confirmed she was not human, but this was not something that surprised John. Not because he was practically dead on his feet, as much of a part as this played. He had not been in service long, but he had been in the business long enough to know the difference between a bog-standard human, and a being who was different from the rest. He still refused to allow himself any quarter, keeping himself ready. It was the dead of night, and his soul was one that smelled distinct – there was no telling what would be coming after him at this hour, especially in his weakened state.
“I wouldn’t argue that as a bad thing, mind.” John’s response was delivered with a considerable amount of coldness to it – it was practically frozen, given how disdainfully he had spoken. While he had no deep-set hatred for humanity as a whole, and while he still valued human life, he was considerably bitter at times. Maybe it was the power he held – maybe it was because of how people treated him. There could have been any number of reasons, but the bottom line was that he was generally distant from people, and did not appreciate being a part of them. And yet, despite their correlating views, John refused to lower his guard to Enma.
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Post by Enma Ai on May 1, 2013 18:16:52 GMT -5
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[/img][/div] Oh pitiful shadow lost in the darkness, Bringing torment and pain to others. Oh damned soul, wallowing in your sin...
The young man had so eagerly jumped back into bitterness. How strongly he held onto a rude disposition. Treating others this way would show he was truly wallowing in pain. However, this did not excuse it. Enma's eyes hardened. She may have been the one damned to Hell, but he was the one who trudged in darkness. A darkness that if he continued to walk he would be just like her.
She closed her eyes and slowly climbed back into her feet, now once more standing on the tar. Her skirt fell back down to her knees and her hair clung to her back. She was now half turned away from the young man. Her head still poised to face him, and made eye contact. Being out cast by humans must have made him hurt like she did once, as a living child.
Her voice broke after moments of silence. " You act like you are the only one who has experienced great misfortune and the first to have man kind turn its back on you. Think not of yourself as so special. Think not with such grief and hatred or you shall be what I am now. I lived like you once, and I vow if you continue you shall end up just like me." Her eyes lightened and her voice came softer, and she looked down.
" Locked in Hell to be tormented for all of eternity." Her eyes reached back to him. " All of humanity left me up on a mountain side to die for false gods... To remove me, so I no longer spoiled the population for I was different. A 7 year old girl, left to starve, yet I survived, but in this they did not seek forgiveness, no they wanted revenge. They killed me for certain the next time. I was buried alive, and the first to throw a stone was the only living thing I trusted. I sought out revenge, I let hate touch my heart and I drank in its cool waters. Now, I am forever damned. I suffer endless death and will never enter Heaven. Do not think mercy will be given to you due to your young age. I was but 14 when I lost my life and the chains came for me."
Ai turned her back to the boy and began to walk to the other end of the roof, and pushed off with her left foot, soaring momentarily through the clouds. This is as close to heaven as she would ever experience. landing quietly, a few houses down, this was her release from being more angered by the foolishness of this boy who was bound in her foot steps. Perhaps her words would sink into the mind of this boy, perhaps not. Never the less looking into the face of her in the past was sickening her, and she had enough of it for a night.
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Post by John Stone on May 1, 2013 18:57:47 GMT -5
It was hardly surprising that John did not take kindly to what Enma had said, and while his more rational half told him to shut up because he hadn’t had it as bad, his more vulnerable side was exploiting his need to let off steam. He may not have been killed outright, and had not been tormented for years, but he was little more than a guineas pig to the Consecro. They had promoted him to keep an eye on him, because they believed him to be dangerous. They were under the impression that the slightest spark could set him off, and though they would not kill him, they refused to treat him like a human.
It was because he was a weapon, in their eyes. Expendable, granted, but still a useful weapon. A beast of a boy, whose powers grew stronger with rage. They would not kill him, no – in fact, they would do everything in their power to keep him alive. And this was what angered him the most. That they would keep him alive, as an object to be used, and not as a human being to be cared for. They would torture him too, not on the level of punishment that Hell had, but enough to keep him on edge whenever they thought it suitable. The kind of thing that would drive a man insane, given long enough.
And this was taking its toll on John. There were few things that really made him angry, but one of those things was the past. She had assumed his squabbles were petty, that he was in the lap of luxury, and that he still had a chance. She assumed people would accept him, and that he could look upon the world while still thinking it was a good place. She had hurt him, and now, even his own mental fortitude could not hold back the beast within. It rose from him, a torrent of power and rage surging through him. He was controlling it – but only just.
By now, John would have been giving off some fairly strange smells and spirit energy. It wasn’t human, Shinigami, Hollow, anything – it was unique, but purely aesthetic. Regardless, the spikes in it showed he had not turned completely, but was in the process. John had collapsed to his knees, eyes wide in terror and pain, hands clutching at his temples – he was desperate. He couldn’t turn. Not in the middle of the street, with people who could get killed because of him. He recognised that his alter-ego would go after his acquaintance, but it was more an afterthought than anything else. Panting with the effort it took, John struggled – but the beast was winning.
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Enma Ai
Phantasm
This Vengeance will ferry you to Hell
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Post by Enma Ai on May 1, 2013 19:22:10 GMT -5
[cs=2][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; border-left: 15px solid #000000; height: 520px, bTable] Oh pitiful shadow lost in the darkness, Bringing torment and pain to others. Oh damned soul, wallowing in your sin...
Ai looked over her shoulder after an odd smell had reached her, even with the distance she had made between her and this boy. He seemed to be struggling with something, and odd noises were escaping him. An inner struggle Ai didn't understand.
Her left foot turned back toward him, and so she had a half turn in his direction. She quietly watched. Truly from this height and distance she could only see a small section of his back, which was now hunched over and quivering.
Ai decided to wait a while. As much as she hated teen humans with angst, she figured if he was truly injured she could transfer him to safety and take a look at him. The strange motions that muscle tissue was making under his skin made it clear his structure was not that of an average human, meaning a hospital was out of the question. She really was not sure what she could do if he was in serious pain. She had no practice in healing and even worse with his fragile state would be an attempt.
However, she could watch over him while what ever this was went through him. If he lashed out she would have to defeat him and knock him unconscious, for his own safety really. There was enough mortal blood on her hands, and she had no intention of killing any more unless it was really needed, which it was not. So, Ai waited.
words 245 :: tags notes AV-0 HAN: 14 REI:12 HAK:17 SEI:15 BUK:14 HOH:18
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