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 The Darkness Is A Little Bit Poetic...Isn't It? [PRIVATE/Sofia]

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Subject Post 1PostSubject: The Darkness Is A Little Bit Poetic...Isn't It? [PRIVATE/Sofia]   Fri Dec 02, 2016 8:51 pm
















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The Broken Raven
Descend Into Darkness





The murmuring of the summer grass
All that is left
Of the warrior's dream

-Unknown


Twas a dark and dreary night, where the moon's light shined bright in the black night that had enveloped the world. In the eyes of humanity, it was a usual night. Where many slept in the comfort of their beds, and kids believing they were safe from the monsters under their beds. But yet, monsters don't sleep under the bed. They scream inside your head. As the forced movement of the legs that seemed to be frozen in place continued, the sudden sound of a loud crunch of the leaves under his feet echoed throughout the empty forest.

The wind whipped and curled around his small frame, some of the fragments of the infinite substance that was the air slipping into his scarf and biting at his skin, earning shivers and gasps from the male, and his eye simply staring onward, towards a clearing that lay just mere meters ahead. As his eye blankly stared ahead, he felt more of the night's icy air slipping into his clothing, threatening to chill him to the bone if he did not find heat.

As his near frozen form collapsed under a tree, he felt the dreadful feelings he had not felt in so very long. Defeat. He felt broken. Beaten. Defeated. His head lowered, with his hands raising to his view, seeing the shaking that was occurring, even with gloves covering his hands, and keeping them even the slightest warm. Reaching his left arm outwards, he willed his energy to form into small orbs that lit up the night, before changing their shape to form multiple logs that would create the basis for an unlit campfire. Then, his twitching and trembling fingers bent backwards, leaving two outstretched.

Whispering the words for the thirty-first Hadō spell's incantation in a shaky, raspy voice, a red light ignited on the palm of the outstretched hand, before he bent his body forward, pressing the orb of spiritual fire against the logs that had been made of energy, before the orb fizzled out. Cursing himself quietly, he should have known that his inexperience in the magic of the souls would lead to something like this.

Allowing the logs to dissipate back into energy, and flow back into the sheath of his sword, he simply brought his hands to his arms, before slowly rubbing them for warmth. And, with the worst timing possible, his mind began to think. The thoughts that came from his mind were, strangely, quotes from Edgar Allan Poe's "The Raven". A poem that Henrex genuinely liked, for some reason, was generating thoughts that flowed into his head, and his lips moved seemingly on their own, whispering a random line from the poem.

"Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said “Nevermore.”


Tilting his head to the side, Henrex soon simply brought his legs to his body, pulling as much heat as he could towards his body. It was quiet, dark, and overall...peaceful for the conflicted soul that had set foot in the forest of the Living Realm. The tattered scarf and clothing of the male fluttered in the wind as he waited for the time to pass on, and for the daylight to arrive.


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Subject Post 2PostSubject: Re: The Darkness Is A Little Bit Poetic...Isn't It? [PRIVATE/Sofia]   Sat Dec 03, 2016 6:27 pm


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THE QUINCY PRODIGY

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Honestly, who in their right mind would ever find this comfortable?

Ever since she met the ancient and powerful Quincy named Gift, Sofia had been trying her best to understand him. He was certainly very different than most people of her race she had met. While not all tended to gravitate towards the natural calling of the Wandenreich, those that stayed away from their reach did so out of very specific and believable reasons. However, she couldn’t come to terms with or perhaps truly accept the reasons for his denial. It all had to do with trees, nature, and the securing and well being of the planet. She cared for such things of course, just as someone would care for a home as a means of living, or for a vehicle as a means of travel. Still, she could never see herself devoted with such an unyielding passion to the environment as he seemed. It had been a miracle she had managed to recruit him, but she was sent with that purpose from the start.

On an effort to understand him and get closer to uncovering the mysteries of his persona, the Quincy tried to live as he did. Spending her time in nature and living among the trees wasn’t all that difficult. It was hardly comfortable however. There was no T.V., no air conditioning, among many other necessary commodities. Finding her current place of residence would have been a difficult task. With help, she had set up a rather ornate and classy tree house. It looked less like a child’s playground, and more like a small and modest home that was built from wood to sit quite literally atop the trees that extended up and away. Within, there was little more than a couple chairs, a table, a few camping beds, and several baskets with food that would last a few days.

While she wasn’t presently trying to hide her spiritual energy completely, she did make a conscious and noticeable effort to downplay how much reishi seemed to gather around her. If she could help it, she would avoid a violent confrontation at all costs. Granted that wasn’t always possible, but she liked to believe spiritual beings would think twice before risking their life, and pissing her off in combat. She did however seem to catch a glimpse of a figure that exuded a fair amount of spiritual energy. He certainly looked strong enough to cause caution, though she didn’t find herself restless enough which only indicated he wasn’t quite as strong as her yet. Regardless, she had no motive to be hostile. While she had a suspicion he was a shinigami from the kind of energy she felt, she would have helped him regardless of his race. Perhaps if he was a Demon that would have been different, but alas, it was not the case. The individual looked to be alone, tired, and rather cold. If left to his own devices, chances were he would likely freeze to death or die of starvation, whichever came first.



From her tree house, she would have tossed a piece of bread that was aimed right at the guy. If left to its own devices, the bread would have likely hit him somewhere between his upper chest and his face. It shouldn’t have caused any injury but it could certainly have been startling, and hurt quite a bit. Assuming he was still unaware of her presence, it would take him a couple of seconds to figure out where she was. He would have had to purposely look up, and find the obvious tree house among a plethora of trees, in the middle of the night, in a forest that was pitch black for the most part. Right at the moment he had come to notice her, Sofia would twirl with obvious intent, wanting to appear graceful and majestic.



Despite the fabulous twirl, and the classy look she exuded, her words would be much less subtle and cold, akin to the temperature that night.
”Come with me, if you want to live.”

There was an obvious thick accent on her words. Her accent wasn’t quite Austrian, like the character in an old movie known for saying just that. She did however possess a rather thick spaniard accent, having been born and raised in Spain. Regardless, leaning over a rather rustic wooden balcony like frame, she would wave a couple of times, urging him to come up. She actually did have a lit fireplace where she was, despite the inherent danger of keeping fire so close to wood. The Quincy also possessed more food than the piece of bread she had tossed his way. Harm, though a very present and potential outcome, should have really been low on his list of worries. As, being away from sight, and seemingly a bit stronger, she could have striked to maim or kill from the start if it had been her plan all long.



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Subject Post 3PostSubject: Re: The Darkness Is A Little Bit Poetic...Isn't It? [PRIVATE/Sofia]   Sat Dec 03, 2016 8:13 pm
















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| Artist: RED | Song: Hymn For The Missing | Word Count: 949 |



Cold. The word stuck to the mind of the Raven like glue, in response to the feeling that coursed through the nerves of the male. Bringing his body closer to itself, he found himself placing his head on his knees, staring at the grass in front of him that lead up to the lake that he sat in front of. Blinking twice with the same dull, melancholic eye that seemed to lazily move around, looking at his surroundings. As the cold continued to settle into his body, he quietly whispered a small phrase, before bending his body forward again, and tilting his head forward.

As a purple glow would appear on his pitch-black kimono, the back of the clothing would burst open, and two jet-black wings grew from his back, spreading out wide from their origin point, before gently curling around his body, shielding his body from most of the wind, and keeping his body, for the most part, hidden. As the feathery protrusions covered his body, his head seemed to lower itself even more, the wings of the male beginning to feel the bitter chill of the night's wind. Biting his lip as more of his body began to succumb to the numbing bite of the wind, he felt something tap against one of his wings.

As his body unknowingly released a wave of Za Koa energy to quickly cover the terrain around him, and gain knowledge of what was around him. As his energy scanned deeply into the surrounding, his mind was quickly informed of not only what had hit him, but where it had come from. A small piece of bread had impacted his wing, and was currently sitting next to him. The person who threw it? Currently standing on top of something in the same forest that he was in.

And, with the cliche line spoken, Henrex figured that he should...probably listen to the voice that was speaking to him. So, with a quick pull of his scarf, Henrex readjusted his scarf, with a little additive behind it. Slowly rising to his feet, the male spread his wings, before silently walking over to the piece of bread that had been discarded upon striking his wing. Gently wrapping his gloved fingers around the food item, and holding it to his chest, the male began to lift off the ground.

His body would float over to the wooden platform that Sofia would be, or was standing on. Hovering a few feet away from the wooden platform, Henrex would simply stare blankly at the female in front of him. If Sofia were to look into the eye of the male, she would see something very...odd. Instead of looking into his right eye, which was the only one revealed at the time, she would see a very glassy item that would seem to be in front of it, making it harder to see.

As he let out another small pulsation of his Za Koa energy, aiming to gain more information about the woman that currently stood in front of him. The results of it all? Well, to put it simply, the demon energy that Henrex had released in the form of a small, nigh undetectable pulsation wave would wrap around Sofia, scanning her energy signature, which would, in turn, identify what her race was. And the results that he received were...worrying, to say the least. It was a Quincy.

Now, wasn't that just his luck? A Hybrid of both the Shinigami and Demon, both of which that the Quincy hated, standing in front of a Quincy. And, with that Cyberbrain of his activating, and using the Cyber Eye Model 2000 that had recently been installed into his system, as well as multiple other add-ons, Henrex would use it's capabilities to scan multiple things about them. The visual that he was receiving would begin to clarify things about this woman. One of which was a yellow glow around her body, signaling that she was strong, but not on incredibly dangerous levels...yet.

All the while, his Stress Reader add-on would be scanning the movements of Sofia, in order to determine their emotional state, and be able to adjust accordingly, if things were to get...awkward. Or, even worse, if possible. But yet, none of these things were providing a calming sense towards the male. After all, he was standing in front of his race's enemy. Both of his races. So, with all of that, his gloved hands would be seen reaching for two things that lay in the confines of his kimono. Well, only one, actually. What was that one item?

As of looks, it would appear to be the hilt of a sword, but without a blade. But, it did have a blade. It just wasn't activated. Henrex didn't intend to activate the weapon, unless he had to. Where was his other hand headed? Well, that would be towards the weapon at his side, which looked like an actual weapon. A katana that lay dangling at his side, which was none other than the main weapon of the Shinigami: The Zanpakutō.

Henrex did not want to use these weapons. In fact, he wanted to keep combat and conflict down to a minimal. So, he decided to at least attempted to see if this person was friendly. But, his mind was still a little bit behind on what to do. So, as of that, the tongue of male would release to Sofia, a possible alien language.

"Onamaehanandesuka... ?"

The words originating from Japan left the lips of the male, and silence soon filled the air. However, soon realizing his mistake, the male covered from head to toe in black shook his head briefly, before managing to stutter out something.

"S...Sorry. I asked...for your name...?"


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Subject Post 4PostSubject: Re: The Darkness Is A Little Bit Poetic...Isn't It? [PRIVATE/Sofia]   Sun Dec 18, 2016 10:05 am


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THE QUINCY PRODIGY

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The boy had a lot of guts. Either that or he was not smart; not very smart at all. From the start, Sofia wasn’t really trying to hide her energy all that well so assuming he had seen her location somehow, it shouldn’t have been difficult to find her. From the start however she could see a rather different form of energy being used. While she didn’t know the purpose or the workings of the energy, she could only assume it was his effort to locate the Quincy. From her past encounters however, there was no telling whether or not that was the only capability of the energy. And so, for her own sake, she would assume it could do much more. Despite being dark, and despite not being able to see the energy he employed, the way in which it pushed away the reishi around the environment made it an easy task to discern. Reishi in it of itself was a rather constant element up for the Quincy’s taking. Whenever an spiritual being made use of their techniques, the reishi in an area became agitated and rustled, thus allowing the Quincy proficient enough in the manipulation of their own energy to be able to make calculated and accurate assumptions about it.

Soon, the male would find himself eye to eye with the Quincy. It didn’t take long at all for Sofia to discover the nature of his origins. His reiraku or spirit ribbon looked like that of a Shinigami. Still, it was tainted by a form of energy that was undeniably Demonic. She had to admit it was truly a shame. As much as she disliked the Shinigami, the only thing worse than one of her kind was someone further tainted by the Demons. From her past encounters with truly despicable titans of their ranks, the prodigy had come to experience the might and the danger of the dark ones.

”You know, that’s very rude behavior for a guest.”

Right away, Sofia had felt the energy that had been sent all around her. How could she not? It interfered with the reishi coating that always surrounded her by nature of her power. Strangely enough, she had not opted to attack and attempt to slice his head clean off. At least initially, his attempts seemed less violent and more benign. But, at the earliest sign of further imprudence, she wouldn’t think twice about retaliating with an equal or even more powerful force. After all, she had called out to him when she shouldn’t have, and even offered him food when she didn’t have to. If she wanted to kill him, she could have. But to distrust and search around her like that? The boy was simply starting to give her all the reasons she needed to kill him right then and there.

As soon as the energy was used, and even before the Demonic Shinigami spoke, Sofia was already prepared. A weak and relatively quick flash of thin white light would emanate from her before dissipating altogether. There was no conceivable way to know exactly what she had done. After all, due to its color and its nature, even if one were to be proficiently accustomed to reishi, it would have seemed as nothing more than a subtle and hastened surge of spiritual pressure. That was far from the truth however. Instead, very thin rays of myriads of strings created thanks to her custom Ransotengai: Rengoku had been created before they became naturally invisible. It was unclear what they had attached to, assuming they even attached to anything at all. What was certain for anyone that truly knew the prodigy well, was that there was never a wasted movement or an action in vain. Whatever she had done had its merit, and its reason, and it would be up to the hybrid and his luck, or rather his misfortune to find out the results of insulting her further.

”I don’t know who you are. But I can only assume the Shinigami don’t have any manners either.”

She had purposely avoided any mention to the Demons. After all, in her mind, it was obvious that one couldn’t expect any kind of pleasantry from that kind. As far as she was concerned, the Demons were simply a disease that was very difficult to rid of. One day however, that illness was meant to be gone, hopefully removed by something not much worse than it.

”When asking for a name, child, it's best to present yours first.”

He wasn’t a child. That much she was almost certainly sure of. Frankly, there wasn’t many people, of any race, that had power along the lines of her while being stronger than her. Certainly there could be exceptions, but it was not the rule. It was one of the reasons why she was so often coined as being the Quincy prodigy. Whatever happened thereafter would be left onto results of the hybrid’s actions. He had gone and insulted her not only by searching her out when she didn’t mean harm initially, but also by ignoring clear and commonplace code of ethics. If he pressed on with his ignorance or insults any further, retaliation would be swift and deliberate just as if he had decided to press on violently. Otherwise, if his approach changed to merit respect and reconsideration, the attempts and calculated plans she had set up in case of an altercation would have been dismantled instead.



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Subject Post 5PostSubject: Re: The Darkness Is A Little Bit Poetic...Isn't It? [PRIVATE/Sofia]   Tue Dec 27, 2016 8:55 pm


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