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Subject Post 3Subject: Re: Fuck Cotton-Eyed Joe And His Band Of Evil Space Junk [Operation Moon Massacre] Sun Aug 07, 2016 12:08 pm
Song: Are You Gonna Be My Girl - By: Jet - Word Count: 888
Kuanastha's abrupt arrival through a Tānāgati portal into New London was appropriately christened with the some sort of rock song. Aloud? Kuanastha wouldn't dare allow the voices within her mind to seep into reality, something very possible through her set of powers.That being said, with their strength in volume--enough to actually start playing intro songs in her head--gaining way as the chaotic currents and energy sweeping over the realms in vast waves brought that little bit of crazy in the Visera Demonio out, the slight worry that she might lose a slight bit of control and somehow let the voices in her head manifest in some physical form was actualised. To that extent, Kuanastha felt more on guard than usual. Especially since it involved Mana.
It wasn't that she was at odds with her beloved sister, so much as well aware of not the threat she posed to Kuanastha's well-being, but rather how easily the Demon Queen could unleash Kuanastha's wild-side.To that extent, combining all the particles of energy passively seeping into her, whittling away at the bars that kept the swallowed souls away from her sanity, even the sheer presence of pure manic power likely emanating from her sister could be enough to set her off. And, with the awakening of the voices inside once more, letting loose for the first time in a few months actually felt enticing.
"After all,what's it to the world if I have a little fun! Control is inhibition to the soul, and the soul should REEEEIIIGN FREEE~!!!"
An unusual volley of words spewed from the red-robed girl's mouth with unexpected vigour, accompanied by varying tones simultaneously sounding off like an entire choir of different voices singing out in joy. And in response, Kuanastha abruptly brought one hand to her mouth, and another straight through her abdomen, that tinge of pain doing well to restore herself. Without even putting in effort, the latent chaotic energy in the region quickly filled the wound and repaired her with ease. ¹
How the hell do you little shits even play a song for me?
Mentally addressing the voices within, Kuanastha was met with scores of laughter that really matched the lunacy trapped inside her.
Are you insane? Lawl nevermind don't answer that--it kind of answers itself?
Get to the point, idiot!
There was a point to this? OH! Yeah--two years now! We've been here for two years; did you not consider we could form an acapella group and basically perfectly replicate basically any song?
I'm convinced the jarring mental rambles aren't ones of lunacy but idiocy.
Disregarding the countless retorts the thousands of voices sounded out--purposely in a grating, harmonic tune--Kuanastha directed her attention to the sudden onslaught of meteors she could only assume were the remains of the moon. A quick check of karmic threads would give a definite answer, but given the size of the debris and timing, not being able to figure things out off just this would really put her in the ranks of schizophrenic voices now ridiculously vying for the title #1 Not-Crazy-Just-Stupid Voice.
It took a great deal of focus to divert her attention from the 'buzzing sounds', which was fortunate of her considering one of the moon meteors seemed to be homing in on her location. Also fortunate was the fact that she didn't really need to retaliate and dispose of it on the spot, as an all too familiar volley of chains grappled not just the chunk roaring down towards Kuanastha, but all debris in sight. With a tug and a toss, and maybe a bit of pocket dimension-ing, the immediate crisis was averted and New London was unscathed. This left Kuanastha with just the tiniest bit of peace of mind, allowing her to accomplish her initial aim. Opening another Tānāgati, Kuanastha passed straight through, realising the other side wasn't the Demon Palace as she assumed it would be, but... space?
The Great Beyond? Probably one of the few places I've yet to visit. Can one claim space? Like, just a chunk? Or all of it altogether? Inami's a queen, Mana's a queen. I should become one too! Queen of Space! And all the little alie--.... I shoulda just embraced the sweet release of Death all those year ago.
With a bad taste in her mouth from the further descent of sanity creeping on her, Kuanastha stepped through, her body quickly adapting to the new environment,not that a wild environment unsuited to a mortal body could harm her in body or soul². Now on the other side, as was her intention, the Demonio Visera caught sight of Mana, zipping about through space in incredibly mid-western wear.
.... Pfft... That's so you, though.
With an amused face, Kuanastha propelled towards her sister, knowing full well that, as kindred spirits in Origin, this really was their element, and that the currents gave an indescribable urge to let loose.
We should practice some Footloose songs!
For a moment there, Kuanastha almost gave her own recommendations, ready to join in on their merrymaking, before steering clear of that road which basically ran down vertically, no plateauing to see. That failed to worsen her mood like before, though, as the crazy started whittling down her walls.
SIS! It's been a while! Do you really intend to hog all the fun for yourself? I thought all this nonsense and craze you're giving the world meant you were in a sharing mood~!
1: » Entropic Consumption: Given her initial nature as the Danava of Entropy, albeit having long lost her Danavahood, the attunement to all things entropy-relative still runs strong through Kuanastha, and the effects bare clear of this. Particular when within range of any sort of chaos, instability, and especially the gradual descent of order within a given system, substance, construct, or otherwise; from these levels of entropy, Kuanastha may essentially feed upon it, with the usual effects of inherently restoring balance to the subject whilst temporarily empowering herself, or keeping her sustained. Naturally, given an incredibly chaotic environment, theoretically Kuanastha could run her energy on indefinitely so long as she could continuously feed upon the anarchy around her, though given that she inherently restores balance as a result of consuming it, there generally won’t ever be a situation where chaos is held indefinitely. This ability is one of the major factors that keeps Kuanastha together, mentally and physically, figuratively and literally, from her unstable body and mind, to the nature of her abilities that may easily cause her to lose herself and destroy herself.
2: » Nascent Soul: Nascent Soul is an ability Kuanastha applied on herself, for self-security and tempering. Simply stated, Kuanastha severed the bonds between her body and soul, no longer making one dependent on the existence of the other. If her body is destroyed, her soul is retained, and if her soul is shattered, her body will not become an empty husk. In fact, it’ll be far worse, as she placed whole importance on her soul. Hypothetically, she no longer needs her actual body to exist. Achieving this state, given the matters of her birth and rebirths, as well as the existence of the Nether, made this a simple task; the issue was existential balance. Naturally, the connection between body and soul was vital to appropriate power and strength.
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Subject Post 5Subject: Re: Fuck Cotton-Eyed Joe And His Band Of Evil Space Junk [Operation Moon Massacre] Sun Aug 07, 2016 11:47 pm
Song: Ain't No Rest For the Wicked - By: Cage the Elephant - Word Count: 2091
Her sister's free movements of sheer bliss personally set Kuanastha in a good mood, if nothing more than the reason of happiness found in other's happiness. Kuanastha, of multiple renditions of her pasts, often stressed the importance of family, so to see her beloved sister run about in glee warm sensation in her heart. That, or maybe an overload of chaotic energy triggering a loosened control over her Visera Demonio body's stability and ever-increasing entropy burning through her chest. Negligible details, though--really.
Seeing Mana's cheeks flush from their usual deathly pale to an emerald hue was interesting--a confusing reaction to Kuanastha, more than anything. But the follow-up of Mana's pounce and intense closing on Kuanastha brought some understanding, as she asked the Visera to "watch". At the same time, Kuanastha probably understood Mana's current state better than anyone else; that Mana's skinship was not a result of excitement to see a familiar face but rather, in essence, inebriation. The reason Kuanastha would understand this better than anyone? She was experiencing the exact same thing.
The cataclysmic energy emanating from this body wasn't something that could ever be appropriately described as far as Kuanastha was concerned. The passive currents of chaos in space--far more intense than on Earth given the location being far closer to one of the larger rippling events that attributed to all this madness--already whittled down on Kuanastha's sanity, giving the voices leeway. Her sister coming into such close contact served to amplify the entropy absorbed at an inexplicable level, and at almost an instant the shackles which tied Kuanastha together as a functioning single being broke down. Now? She reverted to the persona of, for lack of a better title, a high-functioning psychopath--something bred in her long ago, courtesy of the Asthavons in past and present.
Kuanastha met Mana's approach with her own embrace, motioning her knees to grab Mana's own. A simple sniff sent the visera's senses awry as her body shook in excitement. From there, she let go ready to witness the Demon Queen's madness bear down on the world. As if to truly represent the breaking shackles, the aura Kuanastha exuded immediately exploded outward haphazardly, seeking to swallow anything in sight, a large influx of entropic essence¹ being sucked in by her being like some energy black-hole.
"OooohhohohohoHOHOHO!! It's been a while since a gal's felt this---aliiiiiiiive."
Along the rapid swallowing of entropic essence was Kuanastha's absolute need to express herself verbally, and that expression was accompanied by more than just her voice. With her mental faculties undergoing a change in management style, the schizophrenic voices found physical representation, as Kuanastha would occasionally cock her head to the left or right, speaking in a voice that wasn't her own.
"I knew it! It wasn't lunacy in those voices! It was idiocy! Girls Gone Wild implies actions heavily contrasting my... usual, homicidal tendencies? I suppose? What do I know--I'm not a doctor. Not that it'll stop me from performing live surgery!"
As the girl held her own conversation amidst the draining of seemingly never-ending entropy in the surrounding space, her attention was still directed towards the unleashed demonic energy wreaking havoc--space havoc, no less! With a flick of her wrist and a burst of gem green energy, a mid-sized satellite was felled, tunneling down towards the Earth. Now, that was a pretty dangerous maneuver, which only proved to entice Kuanastha a lot more.
As the pieces of debris fell, enhanced courtesy of The Demon Queen, her rampage moved onward with vanguard spaceships meeting their end. These were spaceships! A concept that tickled Kuanastha's fancy, for nothing more than the novelty of them. The chaos that inevitably ensued amongst the vanguard ranks in response to Mana's merciless onslaught caused Kuanastha to lick her lips, the hunger for entropy essence beginning to feel insatiable. Despite that, the core of her being heated with intensity that begun to breakdown the insides of her demonic body cell by cell. The sheer amount of energy surging through her was starting to push maximum capacity, waves of pain constantly hitting her. Kuanastha's gluttony overpowered the pain by far, however, though it didn't exactly do well by her mental state already sent into a downward spiral.
The quick transition of pleas for mercy and curses shouted into utter silence brought tears to Kuanastha's eyes.
"What a beautiful play; absolute perfection! It was short, but ever so sweet! I really can't help but commend you for your efforts, Conductor Mana! Easily my favourite musical to date!"
"Holy shit, that was savage; their cries reminded me of the time crazy-lady swallowed us all!
WHOA MAN, TOO SOON. That's some PTSD triggering shit.
Your birth was infinitely too soon--nothing more than proof that 98.9% effectiveness really isn't a guarantee.
Lawl is my trigger triggering you?"
The conversations within her head--rather, being spoken aloud now, forced Kuanastha to cock her head back as she bellowed out in laughter, only ending upon Mana asking her if she witnessed the "boom-boom", her approach to nuzzle Kuanastha once more sending electricity down her spine. Again, the energy emanating from Mana was the most potent source of chaos around, and Kuanastha couldn't help but return her embrace, arms wrapped around her sister as she entwined their legs, as if it would somehow crank out more of Mana's energy for the visera to more or less get high off of.
"I can't iterate it enough, Sis--likely the most memorable boom-boom I've witnessed to date."
Kuanastha's devilish smile spread across her cheeks like they would split as she whispered these words. Meanwhile, tendrils of Nether Threads² started to involuntarily spread out, stabbing at her own back to release the heat building up within her body. Of course, the level of control Kuanastha had over herself was evidently waning, and on occasion the threads would just weave throughout her body, repairing her body's innards at a rate that matched the overload going off within as a result of feeding off of Mana's own cataclysmic energy. Not that this perpetual state of self-destruction and reparation was any issue. At least, not as much as when Mana asked her for a little excursion.
The primary reason she publicly distanced herself from the Asthavons as a faction was Inami asking her to run errands while her amnesic newborn self that often resulted in Kuanastha ruthlessly slaughtering people--something that helped to produce an insane persona within her, in opposition to her original, impressionable and innocent-minded persona that really didn't like to take 'evil action' all that much herself. In fact, she was fairly good-hearted to begin with. So, when Mana asked her for this favour, she felt reluctant. As, it was fairly obvious that if she gave in, Kuanastha would likely do much more than just taking out some moon debris towards the end.
However, Kuanastha didn't run away from the Demon World because she couldn't handle doing all these bad deeds. It was more due to her willingness to do these things simply because her family asked. Evidently, Kuanastha had a huge problem with refusing Inami, or any other close sister of hers for that matter. The girl instead ran away not to get away from being unable to handle the deeds, but to get away from the situation of being asked again to do something, and her natural loyal personality gearing her towards doing it anyways causing a conflict of self-interest. A part of her being literally born from the desires of the Iahhel had bred in her the natural inclination to fulfill their desires. Her pilgrimage throughout the world stemmed from this reasoning; to go self-searching, becoming someone whose purpose could be self-fulfilled.
But again--it was only reluctance. As always, she couldn't refuse. The issue was, her inner conscience. Madness couldn't take away core characteristics--at most only wash over them or transform them. That being said, instead of constantly feeling conflicted as she certainly would should she accept this task from her sister, Kuanastha prompted to wash away that feeling with more chaos infecting her body, aiming for an overdose to some extent. That, and, it really was too tempting to take up all the more entropy. It always gave her a feeling of excitement and joy surpassing anything else.
In response to Mana's roaring laugh and protruding fangs, Kuanastha's body couldn't help but shiver as tightened her hug, not wanting to give any room to let go--not that it could actually prevent Mana from getting out, but it was more so the feeling being transmitted rather than actual restraining strength. With that, Kuanastha would then motion her face to close in on Mana's, a whisper seeping out her mouth.
"As always, anything for a sister of mine."
Kuanastha's closing distance would be finished off with a kiss for her sister, and a pushing of her bottom lip into Mana's fangs, her aim residing in a puncture. That direct contact of Kuanastha's open flesh and Mana's saliva would likely drive the Visera to a peak of ecstasy, the direct source of energy finally washing over any remnant of reluctance within to go through. The sane, sober Kuanastha of tomorrow would be the one to deal with her current self's consequences.
Such an immediate and intense wave of chaotic energies coursing through Kuanastha prompted her to revel in a mixture of pain and pleasure, and at the end of the kiss the girl would abruptly distance herself. At this point, the Nether Threads would begin to stab into the back of her neck and head, a sort of measure to cause pain in some other area as a way to cope with the burning sensation coming from her chest. While that did serve to temporarily alleviate that feeling which further washed over her inner conflicts, it wasn't quite enough to also bring her body to a minimal stable level.
"Kyyaaaaahahaha!!!! ManaManaManaManaManaManaManaMana, I've really, really really really really kind of missed this feeling! The kind where, where you're just so so absoluuuutely full! Full that you just, you just have to tear away at yourself, you know! It's like I'm back in Hell!"
With one arm grasping the other, a quick and powerful tug ripped off the arm entirely, from shoulder down. And, a while after, a new arm sprouted as the overload of energy bubbling inside her repaired it immediately. But, that wasn't enough! As with a sinful level of gluttony, it never is--and may never be enough! Over and over and over and overandoverandoverandoverandoverandover again! A leg! An arm! Sometimes, with a little bit of effort, maybe elbow grease, and tad more tug in her tug, an organ, an eyeball--anything really! Because, after all, all of it was expendable!
Kuanastha simply tossed around one body part after another as her body over time came to a decent balance. Decent, as in, still incredibly unstable, enough to keep her mind all over the place, but not enough to for her body to melt itself. In contrast, the body parts that started to fall towards the Earth, they were little bits and pieces of dangerous levels of concentrated energy, likely ready to blow at any moment. Getting rid of them was an easy matter for Kuanastha, from whom the body parts derived--but, where was the fun in that?
"Uhhh.. We can just blame it on the moon! It's moon debris! Let's call it that, because we might as well~!"
From there, with a bit of Nether Energy seeping out of her body to accentuate the process, Kuanastha used the energy within those falling body parts to form into massive pieces of what looked close enough to the other pieces of moon debris³.
"Like you said, Dear Sister, it's imperative that we share all the fun with the world! Now, if you would, WATCH!"
The newly formed faux moon debris also plummeted towards the Earth, mainly directed towards countries including Brazil, the Koreas, and Lithuania. Were allied nations included? Sure. Did Kuanastha care? Well... What's a little mad-induced fun, without A BIT OF DANGEROUS MOVES!?
"AHA, AHAHAHA!!! Ohhh, this... This really is a such a good time to catch up, Sis."
Whether Kuanastha more or less attacking allied territories bode well with Mana--she didn't really seem to consider. In the Visera's case, insanity wasn't about doing things nonsensically; insanity was about pushing some boundaries--whether for herself, an ally, or an enemy.
Gazing towards the actual moon debris speeding down towards Illinois, Kuanastha went back to Mana's side, motioning too hook their arms and leisurely find there way down to intercept the debris. You know, give the two some time to catch up on the ride down.
1: Essence of Entropy: Part of Entropic Consumption is interacting with that entropy to begin with. While Kuanastha is capable of consuming it, it’s not the only form of interaction she can perform when it comes to entropy. Whilst within that presence of chaos, she may essentially take the nature of that chaos a if it were malleable, and control it with inherent effects depending on the utilisation. Namely, having it flow through something begins to corrupt it, and especially when it comes to low-conscience living things such as a plants, depending on the level of the Essence of Entropy at hand, entire forests can easily decay with rapidity. It’s all about the resources at hand, and with enough, a large level of control with the surroundings is possible.
2: Nether Threads: While Kuanastha has not inherited Dark Energy from Inami, despite her body having initially been comprised of her Dark Threads, she did gain the method of creating and using these threads in similar fashion, with Nether Energy as the selected medium. For the most part Kuanastha may simulate all the effects of the original Dark Threads, albeit at a lower level. Of course, given the qualitative differences between Dark Energy and Nether Energy, there will be small details that differentiate the two versions. For one, they can still be used to enhance regeneration, though it’s not as necessary given Kuansatha’s already two differing methods of healing herself.
Plenty of features offered by the Dark Threads are available through different avenues, in fact. For example, creation; as opposed to creating objects via these Dark Threads, without making things convoluted she could just directly create things using Nether Energy, as opposed to shifting it into these threads, only to create something after taking that additional and unnecessary step. That being said, there are only a few times Kuanastha may actually employ Dark Threads, especially considering the potential backlash as a result of overuse. Primarily, they are instated as a form of proof of identity--or rather, was. Having run errands for Inami within her own nation, one of the best ways to prove Kuanastha was indeed acting on her behalf was the unmistakable signature Dark Threads of Chaya’s Queen.
The other large usage comes to puppetry, as is the Dark Thread’s hallmark utility. While Kuanastha is nowhere near proficient on the level of the originator, it still proves adequate to even the scales when Kuanastha is ganged up on. Given the nature of the Nether’s Conscience, control over these puppets are just as easily handed over to the Nether’s management; considering they are linked mentally and spiritually, the process is akin to running simple commands through a computer, letting the device execute all the complex aspects to achieve the desired result.
3: Create - Kiindah: The Nether in the end still is an entire dimension, and naturally, with it’s own self-sustaining and unlimited source of energy, one could imagine the possibilities in the Nether having some of its own creation. Thus, for those capable of manipulating Nether Energy, through it they may temporarily create any number of constructs, anywhere from a powerful blade, to an actual flame. Furthermore, advancement in this subject allows for more complex and larger creations, such as creating something along the lines of a golem, which can follow simple commands without requiring the user to constantly be dictating its every action. At a true level of mastery, perhaps even something of sentience can be created. Of course, creation comes only with understanding, and the more one understands the dimension and whatever it is they’re creating, the more effective the results.
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Subject Post 7Subject: Re: Fuck Cotton-Eyed Joe And His Band Of Evil Space Junk [Operation Moon Massacre] Sun Aug 14, 2016 2:15 am
Song: Ain't No Rest For the Wicked - By: Cage the Elephant - Word Count: 747
The simultaneous craze that allowed the two sisters to essentially feed off each other bore mind in Kuanastha. Certainly, she was devoid of self-restraint and sanity, but not of cognition and her core characteristics, that being a dear care for her sisters and the desire to offer no displeasure where applicable. So, in the face of Mana's madness as well as her own, the truest thoughts that even a Kuanastha devoid of all capacity of self-control would never release, only bore a mental burden. That being? While she was earnestly experiencing this wild reunion in ecstasy, even allowing herself to further descend into understated degeneracy, a bad taste still lingered in her metaphoric mouth. Not that it would change the path she now took.
So, with a happy face and the voices of both her own psyche and her dear sister's coalescing in absolute madness, Kuanastha amiably responded to all the insanity. Make no mistake, her lustful grapple onto her sister, that passionate kiss that let practically liquid discord seep into her blood, and the subsequent self-mutilation were legitimate actions the true Kuanastha took without regret. But, simultaneously, another side of her in essence found all that occurred distasteful, and the surface of her being drowning in pleasure. Even being groped by Mana was both enjoyed yet contemptuous to the Visera Demonio. That very self-conflicted series of emotions, practically held in perpetuity regardless of mental state, was one of the reasons it truly took something such as the likes of the embodiment of Lunacy and Discord, a Danava of the concept, to successfully tip Kuanastha to a state of instability, surpassing her checks and balances previously put in place.
Though, the mention of a bit of incestual "fuckin' on the moon rock" wasn't something the hybrid could abide by on the surface nor within her true heart. Even in all her past lives up until now, Kuanastha was still actually a virgin, and while insanity was all about breaking boundaries, she wasn't intent on giving that to her sister of all people. It wasn't even a matter of forbidden lust, as Kuanastha wouldn't have the slightest issue crossing that line; it was more along the lines of personal morals. And, while yes the only thing that could get her to betray those morals were the requests of her sisters, this one wasn't exactly...
"Yes! To Illinois, Mana! To make-out, make kisses, and--!! Oh... No, not--not that, sister. That's a bit much. BUT LET MY BEAUTY SHIIIIINE!"
Kuanastha's words were a clear attempt to quickly gloss over that one part as casually as possible, but the awkward feeling constricting her chest made the attempt shakier than anticipated. Nevertheless, the topic--hopefully--was to be averted, and their journey would go on! And, alongside Mana, Kuanastha's own voices would manifest and join the choir of millions in their childish cackles. It was at this time, the hybrid finally put forth some questions to catch up with her dearly beloved.
"Dearest Mana, it's been nearly two years since I've last seen you; how has it been? I've found my time has been mostly spent with Inami, and, well maybe I acted a tad hasty in my departure."
Along her reunion with Mana was the slightest feeling of regret in leaving. She truly did find it taxing on her spirit to act on her sister's behalf, but the fault still fell upon Kuanastha herself, and her inability to say "no" even once. But, was that really worth leaving her family? It hadn't been very long, not even a year, but with how high in regards she held her family, even those few months she found herself overexerting. Did her internal conflicts precede her family? Never.
"Have things been well? It's honestly so grand that the world's gains in entropy and chaos have sky-rocketed--I couldn't be more pleased, but I am also aware of the reasoning. Even those beings of impossible power are being felled, and I can't help but worry at times... I've even heard that something happened with Neoveta?"
The extent of Kuanastha's knowledge was just that Neoveta had died, and that Mana could inform her on the circumstances, but any talk of a loved one departing was hard on a person, even when their sanity had taken a quick turn downward. Which is why Kuanastha couldn't help but feel some hesitation in these words; it was with a tinge of pain that she asked, wondering what her sisters response might be, a little scared, and a little hopeful.