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Post by John Stone on May 1, 2013 20:00:13 GMT -5
As much as he tried to quell himself, John could not keep the beast from rising inside him, no matter how hard he tried. Had he been able to intercept it while it was still emerging from the depths of his soul, he could have pushed it back down, with standard breathing exercises and a calm state of mind. However, his rage had shot up exponentially – there was no way in hell that he was going to be able to completely contain himself now. Animalistic grunts sounded from him as he clawed at himself, attempting to try and overcome the rage with another, stronger feeling, but to no avail.
However, John’s transformation was enabling him to ignore his injuries, and was allowing him the ability to sense spiritual pressure once again, even if it was largely hindered by the fact that he was being hindered by an excruciating headache.
“Help me…” he managed to blurt out, his voice strained, “Rage was too much… Transforming… Into… Beast…”
John shouted in pain – a long, winded cry, but what was more alarming was how it transformed into a roar. A deep, intimidating roar, the kind that would have lesser beings scurrying for cover, and his equals on guard, awaiting a better time to attack.
As he stood, his body expanding exponentially, he attempted to get himself away, to at least aim himself away from Enma before he became the very thing that he despised – the rage monster that had turned his life into Hell. He grunted as his shoulder slammed into a wall, but this time, he did not bounce off it or lean against it – instead causing a portion of it to crumble as he hit it, though no signs showed that he registered that this had happened. He clutched at his hand, looking directly at the finger Rage had been absorbed into, the Sigil he thought he could entrust his life to. Instead, it was causing this.
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Post by Enma Ai on May 1, 2013 21:09:43 GMT -5
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Oh pitiful shadow lost in the darkness,
Bringing torment and pain to others.
Oh damned soul, wallowing in your sin...
Ai listened to his cry for help, and pondered. Her eyes traced the bit of the boy that she could see. Suddenly he cried out once more, but it turned into a beastly roar. Enma's eyes widened and had a moment of shock. The time for wondering if it was wise to help this boy had passed and it was time for action.
Energy swelled throughout her body and made her hair dance from her personal pressure. She took in one last prolonged breath of the evening air, head lifted to the heavens and pushed her left foot hard into the roof top she stood upon and launched forward in a shunpo in the direction of The unnamed human. Her feet made quick and constant contact with roof top to roof top, catching end with the mid of her foot and using it as leverage to push off of and move faster. Her body now down, close to the roof like an assassin in the night.
She launched into the air, finally at the last building, into the silver moonlight catching a full view of the strange happenings about the young man. Trying to understand what she was dealing with, exactly.
She let her body limply fall to the ground, allowing gravity to do its purpose. Her arms were above her head, tangled along her hair and her outfit floated above their defined places for a few mere moments. Her feet made contact with the road 5 meters away from the boy, and the rest of her body slouched into a ready position. On one knee and her hands on the ground, finger tips just lightly making contact, her hair crawled about the ground around her.
Her head was tilted down slightly, her eyes were out of sight. The bells of her bracelet, slightly cold, upon her hand. The feeling was welcomed, and all was still on Enma's side. She waited in the ready. A wind slightly past by, waving her hair like a flag of war. Her bangs danced on her forehead. She was poised for the attack.
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Post by John Stone on May 2, 2013 17:55:36 GMT -5
Enma wasn’t helping. He wasn’t even saying anything. She wasn’t even trying, and in the end, this was what was making John the angriest. No matter how he tried to hold it in, the monster inside of him was clawing its way out, and was now practically at the top rung of the ladder. All that was left was the physical transformation, and – for a while, at least – he would become a being of unmatched rage, though power was debatable. A cross between a human cry of frustration, and an animalistic grunt sounded from him as he slammed his fist into the wall, reaching his absolute limit.
Grunts of pain and outright rage sounded as John’s body underwent the typical transformation, the one that had been forced so many times before to deal with lowlier Hollows. Grounding himself, John’s muscles began to expand at an alarming rate, the grunts continuing as the transformation steamed onwards, his torso coverings and shoes tearing open, unable to accommodate the mass inside them. His height peaked, and with that, John had transformed into the hulking mountain of a human that had ingrained itself into his soul. With the transformation finished, John looked up, and looked around, seeking Enma. He had turned with bitter feelings towards her – now, they had been turned into feelings of great anger, fuelling the ferocity with which he would attack.
While he was not strong enough, leg-wise, to leap over tall buildings with a single bound, his highly-developed leg muscles were nothing to be scoffed at. Using the ledges and his own strength to hoist himself upwards, John moved himself to Enma’s level, his fury practically radiating off of him as he did so. And, when he had moved to Enma, he looked her dead in the eyes. And, amongst the rage he had so clearly displayed, was a distinct look of disappointment In what, it was unlikely he would say at that point in time. However, the most immediate problem was the fact that he was liable to lash out at any moment. All that was keeping him in check were the last vestiges of sanity John still had, begging his alter-ego not to do this. And even that was slipping.
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Post by Enma Ai on May 3, 2013 16:47:47 GMT -5
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Oh pitiful shadow lost in the darkness,
Bringing torment and pain to others.
Oh damned soul, wallowing in your sin...
Ai took in a large breath and rose to her feet, slowly, now before the boy. His eyes displayed pain. Ai was not good at many things, the least she could try was to sing. It was something she did excel at. She looked hard, and tried to think of something calming. She began to sing with her hands folded on her chest, eyes closed. www.youtube.com/watch?v=JnJGXyc_SxI Ai opened her eyes after finishing and seemed very saddened by her own cords. She leaned against the red brick wall, contemplating a great many things. If this lullaby that haunted her so would cure this beast being one of them. If not, she had tried. Or if he were to ensue damage to others or himself she would probably stop him, for his own sake. That burden not passed onto him once he came back to sanity. Ai slowly dragged her eyes to him and waited for his response from her display. Not many people heard her voice, even less in a nonviolent sort of way.
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Post by John Stone on May 4, 2013 18:16:13 GMT -5
There was no denying it – as soon as Enma opened her mouth, John reached to grab her, and pummel her into the ground. He was freshly transformed, and in this form, he hungered for nothing but blood, and would gladly destroy innocents if they were in his way. However, he managed to stop his hand paused just above her head, and he listened. Most of him was urging him on, trying to get him to crush her skull, to kill her there and then. And, while it was unlikely he would actually be able to do it, the intent was there.
However, there was something stopping him, like a small chain with astounding strength. He couldn’t crush her – not because he wasn’t strong enough, though this was likely one important factor. No, it was because her singing reminded him of something. He wasn’t sure – it was most likely his mother. Granted, she never sang to him, but her voice was always what soothed him as a child. No matter the situation, if she pulled him into her arms and spoke to him, he would calm down, and be a cheerful little chappy once again. Gradually he drew back, shrinking in height as he did so, his muscles receding in turn. It was slow, and it was painful, but he was dragging the monster back, until he was nothing but a half-naked child, standing with a defiant look upon his face.
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Post by Enma Ai on May 6, 2013 18:58:32 GMT -5
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Oh pitiful shadow lost in the darkness,
Bringing torment and pain to others.
Oh damned soul, wallowing in your sin...
Ai stayed seated. She watched the boy recover patiently. She was uncertain what would come next. Her expression was blank. It had been a very long night. However, it seemed the night was coming to an end.
Birds began to chirp and land on the power lines around the street. Morning was creeping along the ground, its light now touching Ai's shoes. It covered the boy like a blanket. A symbol of current peace, perhaps.
Ai looked around, concerned. Would the humans be out soon? What would become of the boy? He wasn't like the other humans. He seemed to be running from something. What if that thing found him. What would become of this boy then?
The boy was awake for now. Perhaps he would have a plan. If he was to fall unconscious, Ai would have to do something. She wouldn't dare take him back to Hell with her. Much too risky. He could die from the extreme atmosphere in Hell or from other inmates.
She would have to find him shelter here on earth. There were plenty of empty buildings, it would not be too comfortable, but it was something. Maybe she could steal blankets and food from somewhere for him as he slept.
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Post by John Stone on May 8, 2013 20:12:23 GMT -5
Though the transformations had taken an enormous toll on John’s body, he had still managed to cling to the last vestiges of energy he had stored within him. And, while unable to stand, he was more or less capable of supporting himself on a single knee. However, despite him still being able to remain conscious, he had returned to the state he had originally been found in – more specifically, he felt like he had been dragged through a bush backwards. A splitting headache, blurred and shaky vision, his sense of balance thrown off by a massive amount, it was no small miracle that he even managed on one knee.
“Sorry…” he managed to blurt out, his speech slurred - and likely forced. He looked to Enma, the defiant look in his eyes still burning bright, though the ever-impending threat of collapsing on the spot certainly dulled it – quite a bit, actually. “I guess I let my emotions get the better of me, huh… Thing is, I turn into ‘that’ when my emotions run high, so… You know… Anyway, I hope you don’t mind, but I’m feeling a bit drowsy. You’ll have to… excuse… me…”
And, with that, John did indeed collapse on the spot, and promptly seemed to fall asleep instantly. He was powerful, yes – but he was still a child.
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Post by Enma Ai on May 8, 2013 21:27:16 GMT -5
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Oh pitiful shadow lost in the darkness,
Bringing torment and pain to others.
Oh damned soul, wallowing in your sin...
Ai sighed and dropped her head instantly. Her hair spun into a black mass on her lap, a her reaction to the human boy collapsing. She rose her chin to half mass and looked at the limp body. Her hands pressed onto her knees as her feet stabilized on the ground below her. She stood up, and wondered over to the sleeping boy. Her hair blew gently exposing her piercing crimson eyes, examining the human. Her hair resettled as she continued to ponder her options. However, time was running short. She heard doors creek to life and pets bound out of doors excitedly, ready to greet the day.
Ai placed her left hand on her left hip and let her right go limp. She let out a slight frazzled sigh, and bent down beside the sleeping boy. With her right arm she slung him over her shoulder. His weight was practically nothing to her. She looked up at the parting clouds and gleaming roofs and jumped up upon them almost effortlessly. With each leg pressing down to a solid she launched in a graceful pattern through the open air. Shortly she had made her way to a deserted area of town, looking rusty and haunted.
Landing lightly through a broken window she found a beat up old bed, and laid the boy down within it. A tattered blanket was sprawled on the floor, Ai took it and covered him. She still did not know who he was or why she was taking care of him for that matter. Well, what was done was done, now. Ai shunpoed to a near open market and stole a freshly hand woven blanket and fresh fruit, and re appeared in the abandoned home. With a gentle hand she replaced the dirty old with the fresh blanket. She set the fruit on the ground beside the mattress, walked across the room, and leaned against the wall, watching the human closely.
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Post by Raziel Lucas Morganstern on May 10, 2013 17:01:19 GMT -5
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The streets were indeed silent. Nothing but the wind was heard in this morose day. That is, except for the sounds coming from the two figures. On top of a roof, stood a mysterious figure. He was clad in varying shades of black, with silver gauntlets and boots reaching up to his knees. His face was half covered by a facemask while the other half was slightly obscured by his long black hair. Endless tunnels seemed to be in the place of his eyes, a color that was deceivingly deep, like a hole in the ground with no bottom in sight. It looked flat at first glance but the more you stared into his eyes, the deeper it seemed to go, with no end to it. His cape was probably the most curious thing about him. The cape was attached to his shoulders, separating into 5 different tails. Each tail had a large jagged blade connected to it, slightly swaying in the wind. The hilt of a zanpakutou poked over his left shoulder, diagonally mounted on his back under the cape. His skin was a contrast of pale white against his dark clothing, although the only visible bit of skin was the top half of his face.
Raziel was silently standing on the corner of a rooftop, looking down upon the drama unfolding infront of him. A small boy seemed to be enlarging, as if on steroids, facing a girl that was far stronger than him. Even as he watched, the boy attacked while the girl did nothing... And then Raziel heard her singing. Raziel's face didn't change in the slightest, his head tilting just a bit to one side as he tried to understand why she was singing. And why the boy had stopped in his charge. It simply seemed silly that a hulking beast would stop at the sound of a woman singing. If Raziel was where the boy was right now, aiming his blade at the girl when she began singing, her song would only last as long as the time it would take for Raziel to shove his blade deep into her form. It didn't matter, Raziel wasn't here to kill right now. Behind him, a body lay, the throat slashed open, the blood staining the ground like a dark pool of taint. Around the body lay two more bodies, injuries dealt by a sword or a blade on their bodies, having died from blood-loss. Foolish henchmen who believed they could beat Raziel simply because they were more muscular than him. Tch.
As the girl began to leave, Raziel drew his sword. "Nox." He whispered to it as the sword dematerialized, rematerializing as a blade on the back of his forearm. This blade was even more unique and distinct than his cape. Jagged and ornate, with strange symbols on it, the blade went from his elbow to well past his hand, attached to the back of his right forearm. Now that his shikai was active, his reiatsu, which was already concealed, disappeared all together. He made no sound as he kicked off, eerily silent as he followed the girl. He hugged the shadows, staying clothed in darkness as he watched the girl take care of the boy. Why was he following them? Because he was curious. The girl didn't seem to have a reiatsu unlike any he had ever come across before. It seemed hollow in nature but not really hollow. It wasn't even fully arrancar or like a Visored's. He wondered what she was, especially because of the fact that she seemed detached and lifeless, like a doll without an owner to play with it. The boy, he recognized to be a human. A weak human who seemed to have a power to become a hulking beast. Which was a weakness, really. The bigger the boy became, the greater target he offered. It became easier for Raziel to simply out maneuver the hulk and to cut the tendons at the knees and elbows. That would make the beast fall like a marionette with it's strings cut, no matter how big. Simple, quick and effecient.
Raziel continued watching the woman, his presence undetectable because of his shikai. He wouldn't be detected unless the girl walked right into him. His reiatsu undetectable, his scent non-existent, his dark clothing camouflaging him into the shadows and his movements completely silent, Raziel was now in the perfect position to watch with stealth, or if he should choose, to strike and assassinate. The latter, however, depended on how Raziel was feeling and how much someone was willing to pay for their 'accident'.
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Post by Enma Ai on May 11, 2013 8:37:00 GMT -5
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Oh pitiful shadow lost in the darkness,
Bringing torment and pain to others.
Oh damned soul, wallowing in your sin...
(OOC: due to the inactivity of the next poster in line, and how currently just sleeping, I'm going to skip him for this round of posting.)
Many hours had passed while Enma had just stood in the shadows of this long forgotten little house. She didn't think there was much more she could do for the boy, and decided to make her leave. She had no destination, but was in need of new scenery. Watching a human boy lay and breath for hours had lost her interest. Her eyes slowly raised from the body before her to the window.
It was mid day now. The sun was high in the sky, which was blue and clear. Ai never did like sunny days. They brought too much commotion in the human world, which she detested. Loud humans were very annoying to her. Through the open window she could already hear the laughter of children, the song of many birds, and the various tones of barking from different breeds of dogs. It was later inn spring, so Enma also knew these noises would continue till much later in the evening.
Ai solemnly crossed the room to the window. The brown glass beneath her shoes crackled and broke into smaller sections in detest of her presence. She didn't bat an eye at the unpleasant sound and continued her gaze. The echos of all she had heard seemed a bit distant. All the buildings around this one were also deserted and run down, which is why she selected the spot, really. No humans would come sniffing around and locate the child here.
He had been asleep for quite some time by this point. Ai wondered if she should really be around when he came to. It was not in her nature to stick around and watch over the likes of others. She had secured him in a safe location, placed human a bed with covers, and brought him food. A sufficient job of being responsible for a lost and wondering child in her opinion. There was not a lot left for them to say, and the girl really never was one for bland and aimless conversation. Not to mention when she spoke to him she seemed to bring forth negativity within him.
Ai lightly pressed off the glass covered floor and gracefully landed in a crouch on the window sill. A light breeze moved her long black hair onto her back, and round her like a cloak. She placed her left foot on the outer tip of the sill and lifted off once more. She gently soared to a near by roof top. From there she would servery the area and looked for a new location to sit and wait for a new sort of destination.
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Post by John Stone on May 11, 2013 18:12:34 GMT -5
((My apologies. Stuff's been happening, and I didn't really have time to post here.))
John was roused a few times, not being completely unconscious, but he always fell into a deep, exhaustion-induced slumber shortly after. He never stayed awake longer than a second, and even then, his unintelligible mumblings would sound like sleep talk. The transformation took a lot out of him – it was painful, consumed huge amounts of stamina, and that was not to mention the mental strain it put on him. However, upon being placed somewhere to rest, he seemed to calm down significantly, becoming peaceful. Perhaps it was the training, which made him what he was, even in sleep. He looked almost child-like – as if he was in a better place. A likely possibility.
Despite the constant internal conflict in him, John would not stir in his sleep, breathing quietly in his slumber, making no noise apart from that. It was a remarkable trait of his – to be able to sleep through virtually anything. Sleep was a good way for him to relieve stress, and if he knew an effective way to relieve stress, he was sure as hell going to use it. Surprisingly, he did mumble and murmur in his sleep, though the words were rarely discernible as words, in reality. And, when they were, they were always ones that made no sense without context, context that was lost in the boy’s head.
John’s eyes cracked open slightly, squinting at the light, then closing again, quite swiftly. Eventually, he managed to open then slowly enough to see clearly, more or less. The first thing he noted, was that he was in an unfamiliar environment. Mind still fuzzy, he did not bother to think about that too much, thinking he would figure it out as he went along. He assumed the food next to him was for him to consume, as well, prompting him to grab an apple from the pile. Hardly breakfast material, but given his state, he knew he was in no position to be picky.
Not noting the fact that he lacked anything other than a pair of trousers that had miraculously stayed on during the transformation, as they always seemed to do, he stepped to the windowsill. He deftly brushed aside and avoided any potentially dangerous debris scattered about the floor – whether by accident or on purpose was unclear, but he managed to it anyway. He leaned forward, out of the window, and began munching absent-mindedly on the apple, duly noting the pleasantly sour taste in his mouth. It was just the right amount – either that, or half of his tastebuds were still asleep.
He thought back to what had happened last night – and, if he was honest, he blamed himself for it. Luckily, the rest was allowing him his sensory abilities back, and with it, his ability to discern an individual’s reiatsu. He had not caught much of it, but he did vaguely recall Enma’s, and if he was not mistaken, he was managing to sense hers from a nearby rooftop. Letting go of what little pride he had, he stuck his hand up, and waved. It was not exactly the most dramatic or energetic of ones, but if she had sensed that he had risen and could manage to link it to waving, the call for her attention would likely be fairly obvious.
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Post by Raziel Lucas Morganstern on May 12, 2013 11:11:33 GMT -5
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The shadows hugged him in a tight embrace, keeping him hidden and giving him the perfect vantage point from where he could study the girl. She seemed to be looking after a young boy. But not for long, as she then exited the building by jumping away high onto a roof. He kept his dark gaze on her, glancing back at the place she had exited from for a split second so as to see the boy waving. Upto now, just observing the girl had given him no details. So, he vanished, fading away as he used Flash step. He appeared a split second later on a roof close to the roof where the girl was, although the roof he was on was slightly higher. He was in the shadow of a water tower, his back to the sun and the water tower.
Even though his dark clothing made him hard to see, even that couldn't make him completely invisible now that he was right above the girl, a bit of a distance away. He was perched on the corner of the roof, his dark eyes looking impassively at the girl. His knees were bent as he crouched on the corner, his left hand down inbetween his legs to clutch the corner of the roof's edge to keep his balance. His right arm, the one with the large blade attached to it, was kept against his chest, the blade covering his chest and going past his left shoulder. His cape was draped around him like a dark curtain, the silver blades at the end of the cape tails glinting as it caught bits of light.
He stared down at the girl with cold indifference, his face mostly hidden by his facemask and his hair. When he spoke, his voice was ominously flat and indifferent, void of any changes to pitch that is usually comes from emotions.
"What are you?" He asked simply, his facemask hiding his mouth so it seemed that he spoke the words without even moving his lips. His entire presence seemed the cool the area, giving it an eerie chill that reflected his cold-heart and unfeeling soul. This was the effect of his reiatsu seeping into the air, causing it to become creepy and uneasy. He wondered if the girl would feel and react to this. He was certain of the first, but he already knew the girl wouldn't react to his intimidating and distant presence. Atleast, not much. He didn't seem to be making any aggressive moves, as his intentions weren't the least bit antagonistic. On the contrary, he was asking because he had detached curiosity as to what she was. He had never met a being like her and simply wanted to know what she was. Still, to an outsider of their conversation, it might look like he was staring her down and getting ready to attack... Which he was, minus the getting ready to attack part.
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Post by Enma Ai on May 12, 2013 13:41:29 GMT -5
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Oh pitiful shadow lost in the darkness,
Bringing torment and pain to others.
Oh damned soul, wallowing in your sin...
The human boy that Ai just left stirred to life within her make-shift recovery room. He made his way to the window and waved p at her, eating one of the apples she had left for him to eat once he came to. However, for now this was not Ai's concern.
Enma's eyes strained for a moment. There was movement, very fast and sudden movement. Enma focused into all that was around her. The shadows cast from above moved, ever so slightly.
Ai slowly tilted her head up, and her gaze followed. A figure covered in a sort of black cloak sat in a crouch above her. She met his cruel gaze with her hollow and emotionless crimson eyes. She was unmoved by the figure's presence. Most of the figure was covered by blackness, from the attire to hair,as well as a mask.
"What are you?" Emitted a voice from the figure. Male, it seemed. A cool wind seemed to sweep the land from the figure's very core. Ai was unmoved by it. It came off as the completely ruined inmates of Hell, something she was most accustomed to.
The figure was poised like it was ready for battle.
Enma stared up at the figure for a long time. Her weapon was always at the ready, seen by everyone and yet unseen. She felt like this would turn poorly, faster than not. Her sense for an attack was higher now than when the human in monster form was charging at her.
Her voice came in hollow and solemn. "How rude it is to request information of who someone is whilst you have yet to introduce your own self. This seems to be a common error of edict, in this era." She said very directly.
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Post by Raziel Lucas Morganstern on May 20, 2013 11:06:03 GMT -5
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Raziel made no move nor any indication to the girl's words. He didn't even seem to breathe, with his stillness. He could be mistaken for a statue if anyone didn't look close enough. He seemed to disregard her speech, as they were a silly thing to say. What kind of person called an obvious killer rude? Ofcourse he was rude, he ran his blade through people for a living. If that wasn't rude, Raziel wasn't sure what was.
"I asked you a question and you answered it only as fools do. You do not posess the mortality of humans nor do you seem to have the hollow-gifted powers of Fullbringers. You neither have the spiritual make up of a Shinigami nor of an Arrancar. And you are obviously too weak in spiritual-make up to be even considered as a Visored. You don't seemed to live off on surrounding spirit particles, so you are not a quincy either. Therefore, I ask you again. What. Are. You?" He said, his voice always maintaining a monotone, low voice that was laced with seriousness.
He didn't seem to be in an aggressive mood, as his tone held no aggression nor any signs that he might attack. He wasn't even affected in the least by the girl's reply to his first question. His eyes, intimidatingly black and endless as they were, seemed to sparkle with curiosity. The kind of curiosity that said that he would find the answer to his question one way or the other. If the answer didn't yield itself to him easily, then so be it, he would take it by force. Of course, any sane and smart person would realize this, unless the person in question happened to be looking for a fight.
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Post by Enma Ai on May 20, 2013 19:47:54 GMT -5
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Oh pitiful shadow lost in the darkness,
Bringing torment and pain to others.
Oh damned soul, wallowing in your sin...
Ai rose an eyebrow once more. She felt no obligation to respond to rudeness. It really was her greatest pet peeve. Another was over confidence, another trait that could be found in this stranger. By the way he spoke to was presumed that he believed he had the upper hand between him and she. Ai didn't believe in underestimation of a stranger, such a thing would be foolish.
Enma was pretty passive for the most part, but after a bit of annoyance she was known to be violent. A stranger making demands and seemingly talking down on her was one way to set her off. Even so, as of current she wasn't interested in battle. She wasn't interested at all, to be honest. It would be foolish to turn her back on the stranger now, but she didn't have a desire in the world to reply to such disgusting behavior. She simply stared up at him. She didn't blink of move a muscle. It would seem he had never met a Togabito before. This was one introduction she would be making for her race, that in all honesty she hardly represented.
words 465 :: tags notes AV-0
HAN: 14
REI:12
HAK:17
SEI:15
BUK:14
HOH:18
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