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Those were the two options which were ever present in the world. However, they were not so black and white either. There were many different shades of subjugation and freedom to be had in the world and they could infuse and intertwine with one another to forge a wide array of outcomes. One could find total liberation living off the nutrition of the land away from society, while still being utterly subjugated to the pressures of relying solely on one's self to survive in a world of conjoined armies, beasts and countrymen. While, in other cases, one could find enslavement by uniting under the banner of nation. Yet, in the same breath, they could find freedom by having the time to devote to their hobbies, the comfort of security and the knowledge that they were not alone in this.
While all these possible outcomes of slavery and freedom hanged on the cusp of existence, these sentiments are what brought the Observer of Liberation to coastal city of Beirut, Lebanon. With her crimson eye overlooking the resting city below, The Hell Demon in charge of Foreign Relations decided to embark on her own little experiment. Since this woman possessed such a high rank within The Iron Banner of The Vastime Nation, her mind was curious to see if a less powerful, less secure and more turbulent and small nation would seek the hand of liberation or subjugation by means of her offering protection through their army.
Hence, Liu found herself levitating down to the earth below in order to meet with this country's government so that they may pave out a way for the Vastime Nation to further spread its reach across the globe. As, if they were able to do this, The Observer Of Liberation would be further curious as to where the choice of the world would go with such a rampant cluster of chaos, order and neutrality roaming about the realm; giving way for many forms of subjugation and liberation in the process.
And, more importantly, she was rather interested to see if there would even be so much as a counter protest to these actions. It wasn't as if this was a secret affair, after all. There was going to be a movement of Vastime forces into this city and Liu didn't bother to make herself masked or covered. That simply wouldn't do it and she'd not be able to gauge the reaction of the world. Instead, it was broadcasted across news networks and the government was given proper time to come to grips with the fact that their nation was in a rather tough position.
Lebanon was a nation without many supernatural fighters, any sort of otherworldly defenses and it lacked a boosting economy which protected other more sacred nations like Japan. Therefore, it was assumed that this nation was at the mercy of the world and was waiting to fall under attack like so many others which stood in a sea of fear from the looming threat of World War Four. Thus, Liu would cease her progression if there was a counter protest, reaction or anything from external or internal forces.
Otherwise, if there was no one to stop her, she'd proceed with positioning herself at the central government building of this nation and moving forward with arranging talks to add another nation under their banner. She was here to forge a new relationship with this country, bater the resources they had and unite another nation under the wide control of The Vastime nation to help pool in more resources and see where the tide would turn for 2417.
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Artist: Undertale OST - Song: Your Best Friend - Word Count: 914
Vastime . . . a nation that had sprung up quite recently as a power on a global scale. She had heard of them, of the apparently powerful fighters that stood with them, of those that ultimately would stand against them. It had piqued her interest, after hearing of them for so long; of hearing of this vastly powerful “Force”. Her golden gaze glowed dimly as it reflected sunlight, her petite stature astride in the air, hundreds of feet above the turbulent ocean below. The smallest of smiles tugged at the corners of her lips, the tips of her canines peaking from underneath them.
As the scent of salt assailed her nostrils, she could sense the roiling sea of power brought about by the person below, her eyes narrowed ever so slightly, the grin widening perceptively as in her mind a very clear thought slid through. ”..As interesting as this group of people seem to be, it’d be unfortunate if they grew to be too big. Exchanging one empire for another isn’t necessarily beneficial. “ demonica began to descend, her sharp gaze zeroing in a smaller individual who had landed on the ground in front of a building. Despite keeping up to date with the dealings, and people at the forefront of the world today; this particular person was one she hadn’t met, or known that well. Her particular attire outlandish to the dead guard commander, her brows furrowing as she began to work on putting two together.
She had heard of a prime-minister of foreign relations joining the ranks of the vanguard recently, the name though eluded her, lui? Lay? Liu? Liu. . seemed to be the safest bet. So as she descended as if walking down the stairs that originated in heaven, her coarse and wily voice took life on it’s own, booming out across the expanse of the ocean-side city of beirut, there wouldn’t be a knook or cranny that couldn’t hear her powerful timbre.
”.For such a lofty, and self-proclaimed advocate of Good, the vastimian nation certainly seems to be expanding just a little Too fast wouldn’t you agree? Makes one wonder, are you truly trying to protect against a menace, or are you simply conquering land until you become the very thing you are railing against, an empire.”
The fun part on being a part of a neutral organization that emphasized individuality was, as the commander of the dead guard, her actions could be considered almost entirely of her own devices, no one could run and cry to her organization leader about her choices, because in the end of the day, they were entirely her own. Which was why as her crisp black combat boots landed softly on the ground in front of Liu, her hands resting half-tucked into her pockets, she met the gaze of the dignitary with a unique demeanor, undertones of seriousness evident, but a lax overtone took the place of a creeping grin, and a partially lax posture.
If liu was exuding the confidence, and airs of a dignitary; than demonica’s vibe was one of delinquency and apathy. She couldn’t care less about the feathers she might ruffle from being so direct about her own thoughts, her own opinions. Her arrival also had landed in the spot between liu and the governmental officials, if they had already come out to greet her. A vast killing intent radiating from her being, even if it was simply from the glint in her eyes, and the whites of her teeth that could be glimpsed in her grin.
Other than her entrance, she wasn’t fully rarin to get into a tussle quite yet, because of this she had left the ball in liu and her associates court. Letting them make of her untimely arrival what they would, because again. She couldn’t care less what they thought of her.
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Subject Post 3Subject: Re: Shades Of United Liberty and Servitude Under One Nation [Open Mission] Fri Jan 27, 2017 8:16 pm
Song: Stars - By: Skillet - Word Count: N/A
Initiate: Liberation. He had a feeling that the Rakshasa Demon that interacted and was enlisted in Vastime would approve of that little phrase in Japanese. That could be a fitting name for this mission. So, as the male took in a deep breath, and set off from the Vastimian grounds, in a burst of speed. His wings broke free from their restraints on his back, and his running soon turned into pure flight. His destination? Lebanon. The exact same place that Liu Xinshen was currently at. He had signed up for said goal a little late, and for the punishment of that, he was a little ways behind the Hell Demon, and he sought to catch up to her.
The male's crimson gaze burned into what lay in front of him, and his body would ascend even further into the skies. If he were to be entirely honest, Henrex was nervous. He had recently left the very short life he had within the Monsuta behind, and he wanted to be able to return to the life that he had before. However, it had seemed that it would not be easy. Many in the Vastime Nation now were evermore distant with him, often times breaking conversation,a dn simply glare at him. Were they warning him? No matter the case, it was not a very comfortable feeling to bear on his heart.
But, he had to learn to move past it. It was simple to understand. He had to build up the trust that had been lost upon the initiation of his reckless, mildly pressured decision. But yet, it was harder to perform than to imagine. But yet, that was how life went. It was not easy, and that was simply -- a fact. As he began to close in on the nation, he could see a multitude of things. One of which was that there were two people there. One of which being the Hell Demon, Liu. The other being...someone he didn't quite recognize. She had the aura of a Demon, most likely being a pureblood. Well, that could turn out to be good or bad, depending on what their opinion on someone like Henrex: a halfling, half-breed, hybrid, whatever the term.
Closing his eyes and praying to the Shinto deitiy of war, Hachiman. But, while he was not within the confines of his home in Japan, he hoped that his "divine protection" would reach him in these lands far away from the deity's origin. Because, if this were to turn into a fight, he would need all the luck he could get. So, he would begin to descend towards the ground, his feet sticking out by the slightest so that he would be able to halt his movement. His movements slowed, before stopping entirely. He wasn't that far from Liu and the newcomer, so he could use some walking. With his wings shrinking into his back, his gaze seemed to be more interested in the demon woman who stood in front of Liu.
The way that she spoke sounded as if she was against the idea of Vastime attempting to move forward, and bring more under their protection. The way that she spoke certainly was something else. So, as the male soon found himself standing next to Liu Xinshen, a hand brushed against the handle of his Zanpakuto, his blood-red eye glistening within the light of the sun.
"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams that no mortal had dared dream before."
The smallest hints of a smile spread onto the male's facial features, and he would then continue with:
"And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?” This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!” — Merely this and nothing more."
Gently clasping his hands together, and taking a deep breath, the male's singular crimson gaze would shift from Liu, to Demonica. Bringing the tips of his fingers to his lips and taking a moment to think, his eye would close for a moment, before opening again and letting his arms move back down to his side.
"Now. What can we learn from that line from The Raven?"
Mirja Eeola, was on a mission~! And as such she had got up really early, dressed in her uniform, made cakes and tea, and prepared them for transport, and then giddily bounced about her cafe until it was time to depart. She was to excited to be of any use to her shop, so she didn't open it and just went over a check list a few hundred times. And then it was time to go. This was going to be an important time for Vastime, and an important time for her as well, she needed to watch quietly and learn all she could for her new Gotei duties. And so to that end, she changed as she walked out of her Cafe. From the giddy child on Christmas to a measured and responsible adult wolf.
She wasn't traveling alongside Liu, precisely, more heading out a little later to make sure that nothing went wrong with the negotiations, and giving Liu a chance to appear and make herself known before Mirja appeared with diplomatic aid to smooth the process. There was no situation in the world, that was not improved by tea. Except perhaps a story of how your brother got drowned in a vat of tea....
Regardless, she doubted anyone who have to come to that sort of end, and made her way to Lebanon at Mirja speed, making the journey a distinctly short one, and thankfully arriving before anything had happened. Linking up silently with Liu, she nodded to the little devil girl, and then shifted her bag a bit so it sat more comfortably and didn't rupture the flask inside. She wanted to bring china cups, but couldn't think of any way to transport them without them getting damaged or broken. China was so fragile, after all. Unfortunately, someone arrived that made Mirja think of the entire town as a bit fragile. Putting her bag down somewhere were it was less likely to get broken, she stared at the new arrival, wordlessly - she wasn't really able to trust that anything she said wouldn't be rude or just plain Mirja, so said nothing. Feeling the intent coming off her in waves, Mirja let off her own, a technique dubbed 'The Bell Tolls for Thee'. It was a much more focused version of intent, and was directed at a singular person, so as to not disrupt the procession. Remembering what happened with the woman last time, Mirja made plans to get her out of the city before a fight went down. Zero-Point Soul Refraction Technique would give her the strength to do that, despite the discomfort and general dislike of the technique due the way it made her feel.
However, another arrived and threw her off her calculations. That other, being Henrex. Mirja smiled softly, he would be here, but wouldn't be of much help against that woman. "That, Poe can sound really strange on occasion?" She tried, before approaching Henrex and whispering in her ear. "You may want to drop any notion of violence you have against that woman. We are here to recruit the town, not destroy it, plus she'd turn you into a mush of meat in a couple of seconds anyway. I've fought her before and it wasn't a fight that went down well for the city of Jakata"
Song: The Demon and the Needle Castle Sinking in the Heaven
[Image of Liu's outfit]
The streams of the universe rippled and reflected a most malice-filled intent. With the arrival of a Monsuta operative, it was clear that the reach of destiny had placed it's hand into the fate of the Vastime and placed with it an obstacle. It was quite apparent to the The Liberating Observer that this woman had not been a fan of the progression which The Vastime was making throughout the globe with it's "order" and "liberated subjugation". So it brought forth an interesting impasse in the way of seeing how the will of the world reacts to such an advancement of power and law.
"We only wish to further spread our imperialism to provide sanctity for the planet without having to live under the subjugated rule of another. Our ideal is to create a superpower independent of any other and allow those who live within it to seek the order they desire in a world filled with much chaos. Don't you agree?"
There was a gentle smile given to the fellow demon as the likes of The Rakshasa placed her right hand on her bosom, graciously bowed and rose herself to have the blood red eyes of her stare pierce back at Demonica. "We may be from differing organizations, but there is no need for the bloodlust. I'd advise against such turbulent actions in a place of progression."
Despite her cordial demeanor, Liu was still one thing: a demon. One which originated from hell at that. So if anyone of these spirits here understood the primal aggression of the demon race, it would most certainly be the heir To The Underworld itself: Liu Xinshein. Therefore, if things were to get out of hand, The Minster Of Foreign Relations had more than her fair share of how to quell and deal with the threat at hand.
For now, however, her attention temporarily shifted towards the arrival of Henrex. While the two had not interacted much within the Vastime empire, she was quite aware of his existence and already understood there was something swelling within the boy that needed to be liberated. The words from their last encounter still rung true and it only shun that much brighter after having time to watch the boy mature following The Vastime expansion. Therefore, the demon would give a most courteous nod of the head and respond to the poem the boy uttered out.
"I do believe that now isn't the most opportune time to be spouting lines from long dead poets, but I'd dare say we aren't looking to blackness. I see a world of infinite colors, never ending light and unending darkness which all interwine and forge into the existence we call reality."
After Henrex shifted his attention towards Demonica, Liu chuckled and added on:
"I just wish to see what colors can be forged from the actions of the people who call this world "home" and what choice they choose...."
While her words may not make much of sense to anyone else here, Liu understood to a deeper detail what she was searching for. The woman was interested to see the outcome of the planet and if it would choose the order of The Vastime, or the disorder of Shadow Fall. And, inbetween, there were so many different types of suffering, bliss, subjucation and liberation to be had that it was all just too interesting to stand by and not actively take part in.
"...so we can learn that quotes taken out of context hold no place in the universes here and now."
When those words were uttered, it was around the same time that Mirja herself had arrived and Liu seemed to put herself in sync with the commentary that The Wolf had for the poet. They had much more pressing concerns to worry about than the words of a dead man and The Hell Demon could only set her sights on Demonica as all eyes seemed to be set on her.
"Which brings me to you: what exactly do you intend to proceed with if we do not wish to cease our movement?"
Artist: Undertale OST - Song: Your Best Friend - Word Count: 914
There’s a saying, that eyes are a window into the soul. If, this could be considered true, it might make sense. Since as demonica’s golden hued gaze slid across the motley assembly before her, her eyes conveyed more than her posture or smile ever could. It was a vibrant hodge-podge of disdain and amusement. Her gaze shifted first to the individual she had originally stood before, the girl whose delicate attire still was mind-boggling to her. This gal spoke of imperial might, of expansion. Of how they simply wished to bring order to the chaos, how they were the right ones. That what they were doing was different than the demon organization that had overrun the earth. To the vast majority of the population, these mild words with the sincerity behind them might be considered adequate. The problem was demonica, as an individual had heard such honeyed words before, the sickening sweet flavor of goodwill reviled by her own personal palate.
For the briefest of moments her eyes shifted to henrex, to the boy whose utterings seemed outlandish to the nuclear demon. Studying him before, her eyes narrowed and that casual grin of hers spreaded, lips pulling back to show the full range of her devilishly white teeth. There was a heavy killing intent behind that gaze of hers, it could be comparable to an insurmountable mountain pressing down on henrex, seeking to crush his will to go on. To show him exactly what she thought about his question. That if given the chance, realistically speaking she had very little problems with pounding him into the ground, so he wouldn’t utter such ludicrous nonsense anymore.
Only after Liu began to speak once more, did her gaze eventually depart from henrex. Focusing back upon the demoness that was but a span of maybe thirty or so feet from her. When the girl spoke of this world, and wishing to see the colors that it could display, demonica’s bemused expression flattened visibly. There was a tired intensity about her, as if she could be barely assed to let the words tumble dryly from her lips.
”..The color of this world is merely the color of sludge, everything has bled into a single grotesque color. “
Now, why did she say that? Well in this world, there had been so much war, there was probably not a person alive that had been spared from the aftern affects of these wars. Sometimes the wars had been borne from justice, other times it was not that justice, but emotions that drove them. Whatever the case, all the good, and the bad had both been drug through the mud until they bled together and became one and the same. Once, demonica might have thought long and hard about Liu’s mission, about the reasons that had brought her to this place. Sadly this was the present, and presently demonica’s gaze conveyed her own thoughts. They held a hard edge, that said she wasn’t here to negotiate, to be reasoned with. She didn’t need a pretty picture to be painted, she already had decided on the linear path she was to take when she came.
So, she very slowly. So the group could see every single facet of her motions; turned her head to the side. Then she spat on the ground, the phlegm spattering on the pavement before her face slid back to face them. Finally Liu brought it to a close with a simple statement. ”..What are you going to do about it?”. Demonica’s lips didn’t part to give a smartass retort. Instead her energy began to spread out, the earth shattering in many spots on her feet while her hand raised slowly, fingers bending inwards, beckoning for them to bring it, the sentiments she had very clear at this point. If they wouldn’t back down, then this verbal debate was going to turn into a very physical altercation.
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Subject Post 7Subject: Re: Shades Of United Liberty and Servitude Under One Nation [Open Mission] Sun Feb 05, 2017 2:50 am
THE NEW AGE DEMON KING
RAVAN VESPARA रा व ण रा क्ष स
'Who in their right mind would visit this shit hole of a location?' A single thought ran through the mind of the black haired Rakshasa, his face deadpan as he observed the location of Lebanon from a distance. The iron banner of Vastime? What a joke. Ravan had heard that name been thrown around a lot more since undertaking his role as Demon King within Shadow Fall, but he never really could grasp the influence they had on the world around him. It seemed like being Demon King came with more requirements and responsibility than he was actually prepared for - the worst of all, in his mind, being the diplomacy aspect. There was quite an conglomeration of different people here, most notably the girl whom was closest to a daughter he would ever have: Liu Xinshen. In most cases, Ravan would probably defend Liu and stick up for whatever side she chose to stand on. This case seemed different: he was here on official Shadow Fall duty... whatever that meant, at least. Royalty and formality in Shadow Fall was akin to mass murder, so he didn't exactly know what to expect from a situation like this.
Whilst this other demon, one of whom he didn't recognise, descended from the sky, Ravan had a rather different entrance in mind. Within moments of all these beings showing up, two demons and two shinigami, Ravan appeared among a crowd of civilians whom had gathered to witness the transition of power between nations. With a loud and rumbling overtone, Ravan's voice echoed like a megaphone into the surroundings. "Diplomacy is so boring, why would a beautiful nation like Lebanon want to be overtaken by a regime like Vastime? That's so... asinine." His tone was filled with sarcasm, emphasized when he said 'beautiful'. From this level, he simply looked like another bystander among the crowd, simply watching as the noteable figures arrived. Ravan had no had the pleasure to meet any of them, but he figured he might get the chance to show them once the ice had been broken. Over his face, Ravan wore a terrifying black mask, the shape of giant jaws printed on top of it with menacing eyes. This was the mask created for him at Shadow Fall, sometimes hiding his identity, but mostly used to intimidate.
"Besides, word travels so fast these days. Shadow Fall would be pretty sad if you slime balls got your filthy hands all over the world." He began pacing back and forward during his words before inching ever so closely to where both Liu and Demonica both stood. His gaze shifted between the two a few times, then to the other shinigami present, before looking into her fellow Rakshasa's eyes and smiling behind his mask: something only very few people had seen him do out of respect. "Personally, I couldn't give less of a shit about this place. But apparently Demon King means I have to be diplomatic or some bullshit." Throwing his hand up beside his head, Ravan continued his rant and spoke directly to Demonica now who seemed to be raising her spiritual energy in aggression. "But if this one wants to turn hostile I don't really care. Bloodshed is always fun. What does Vastime want with this place anyway? I'm sick of hearing their name every time someone has news."
He spoke truth, Ravan certainly had no emotional stake in anything that was to happen here. But the Vastime were a definite threat to what Shadow Fall stood for, and stopping their spread was paramount, even if it meant going against people whom he considers dear. He would absolutely never harm Liu, he always saw her as a daughter. Anyone else, though? It was free game.
By this reasoning, Ravan turned his body to the right sharply and placed his hand atop of a bystanders shoulder. Within seconds, his grip tightened and began crushing the bones together, stopping and letting go as he fell to the floor in agony, shoulder bones shattered. He didn't care what happened to the bystanders, his mission was simple: stop Vastime from gaining more territory. As the victim continued to scream, Ravan placed his foot on his head and pressed down over his mouth, muffling the screams and threatening to crush his skull. "I'm not going to hurt Liu, but the rest of you are free game." Yawning softly, Ravan removed the boot from his head and softly kicked him in the gut, hard enough to cause a giant bruise up his torso. A few shocks came from the crowd, but surprisingly none dispersed in fear. It wasn't Ravan's intention to cause fear... this is just how he acted. He understood how people felt fear from seeing pears hurt, so he played on that fear, something that he began to naturally do without even thinking about it. Like second nature.
Reaching to his face, Ravan pulled the mask off, holding it in his hand as he continued talking to whomever was listening to his requests.
"I could shut the whole situation down by lifting a finger. I'm giving you a chance -- or rather a warning. No bloodshed needed." In their arrogance, many people thought themselves above emotion. But one thing was common among all beings: Fear. Fear was the unifying factor for all beings, whether it was from calamitous events or something as simple as Spiders. Fear became a mental roadblock. The Demon King used this fear to warp situations, to create chaos and discord, to make them second guess. What the nation of Lebanon, the Vastime and their allies did next was in the hands of fate. Would they see Ravan's actions as hostile? Or would they allow him this small indulgence? Only time would tell. The cards were in Ravan's hands, if they tried to attack him he could simply put an end to the entire transfer of power entirely. If he was attacked? The Vastime and their allies doom Lebanon.
(OOC: I got the go ahead to post this to keep the thread moving, feel free to PM me if there are any problems)
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Subject Post 8Subject: Re: Shades Of United Liberty and Servitude Under One Nation [Open Mission] Sun Feb 05, 2017 6:04 pm
Song: Watching For Comets - By: Skillet - Word Count: 803
Things did not seem to be made any better with what had transpired. It seemed that no one wished to take part in the little game. How disappointing. Even Liu, who he believed would have taken part in it shut him down, as did the other two people that were in the location. Well, the other demon hadn't even answered him. The look that she gave was more than enough to not only give him her response, but also to creep him out by the slightest. As his eye scanned her, she grinned. It was just a casual smile, what was so unnerving about it? It was not a casual smile. It was the smile of someone who could crush him as easily as she could step on an ant.
So, the male cringed slightly as she grinned at him, before sighing gently, and putting a single hand to his face and pinching the bridge of his nose with his index finger and thumb. Even Mirja at the very least tried, even though she did miss the point. That, he could respect. But, the real concern came from when she warned him to drop all notions of violence towards that woman, and noted that she had even fought her in Jakarta, and even going as far as saying that she would turn him into mush in seconds. If that was her attempt at making him scared of her...it wasn't really working. He had fought others on that level of power before, and had survived.
But, there was still the matter of disappointment that the male felt after the lacking effect that his words had left on the small group. Thus, he would be seen with a very dull and possibly even annoyed expression across his face. His eye gently moved from gazing towards Demonica, to Liu, and then finally, Mirja. They had missed the point, the demon woman especially. After all, it was mostly a response to her statement. If one were to simply stare at what they wish to achieve or take action upon, there will be no progress, and the opportunity that they had will disappear into the darkness of regret.
"Zan'nen'na. All of you missed the point-" The male began, before his words were briefly interrupted by the loud and powerful voice of yet another Demon. With his senses and Cyberbrain scanning the energy type that this man emitted, Henrex was quickly able to come to the conclusion that this man was also a Rakshasa Demon. Or, in other words, a demon who resided in the depths of hell. At first, he wasn't able to see his face as per the mask that he wore. Another sigh left the male as he spoke, and his aura rose in aggression. It seemed that there was to be a fight after all, judging by how things were currently turning out.
But, there would be another nail that would drive into the rock of patience that Henrex had, and was slowly being chipped away at with the actions that Ravan Vespara took upon the citizens. He watched as he grabbed the shoulder of someone nearby, and the sound of crunching rung out in the area, causing Henrex's eye to widen with rage, and just before he went to move, he forcefully kept himself still, and his face blank. The occasional twitch would be obvious, but there would be little else on his facial features that would give away his emotional status. However, his energy was the one thing that was uncontrolled in this situation.
A pool of purple and black energy would begin to gather at the male's feet, churning and swirling swiftly. Henrex's gaze continued to pierce into the Hell Demon as he continued with his speaking, as well as his actions. Stamping on the civilian's face to halt his screams of agony, and the swift kick to the stomach only caused Henrex's patience to ever so slowly dwindle. As he listened and thought back on everything he had said, he heard one thing. He wouldn't hurt Liu, but the rest of them were fair game.
How generous. He thought sarcastically as his gaze burned into whatever lie ahead. It was taking just about every scrap of willpower in his body not to leap at him and strike. But, he knew that with the power that he possessed, and the position that they were all in, it would be suicide to even move a muscle. Henrex simply stood there, unmoving. His pale fingers lay wrapped around the handle of his Zanpakuto, which would most likely be crushing the wooden handle if it were not exactly what the name entailed: A Soul Cutter Sword. The male closed his eyes, and remained silent. He had to think, and pick his words carefully.
Well, all this was just....great. Mirja had come here for diplomacy, and found fights instead. Henrex had his look of 'I'm invincible lets headbutt the nearest wall because there is no way my head would break' look - at least that is how Mirja saw it - when she told him about Demonica. She could have sighed in despair. And the other guy appeared as well, but he seemed less raring to go than Demonica. That nutjob was clearly half a step shy of throwing down with everyone around here, including lamps, if it came down to it.
Mirja was a girl that liked a fight. She hardly ever backed down from one and loved getting knuckles-deep with someone's face. But in the right setting. Which was not here. Here was a prime example of the wrong setting to try and start a fight with two people that were clearly strong enough to blow this place from the face of the Earth. "Ok, everyone simmer down. Besides, we aren't overtaking anywhere. We are here to talk to the leaders of Lebanon and ask if you want to join the nation of Vastime. And if they do not, then we will pack up our tea set and go. Nobody is being forced to do anything" she exclaimed, picking up the bag with the tea that she had put down.
"Now, if you people want to stand out here and do thing like glare at each other and see who has the manliest growl, then that is fine. I, have a meeting to attend, if you will excuse me, Miss, Your Majesty" She gave Ravan a curtsy, and then headed off to do diplomacy, like there wasn't Apocalypse-Class opponents right in front of her. She had an interesting mindset, at times.
Subject Post 10Subject: Re: Shades Of United Liberty and Servitude Under One Nation [Open Mission] Fri Feb 24, 2017 3:07 pm
Artist: N/A - Song: - Word Count: 1179
"The price of greatness is responsibility."
At what point did someone place their foot down and tell their oppressors, enough is enough? When did human tenacity and their willingness to die for causes greater than themselves diminish? In the face of death and destruction human will power and the ability to change had always been humanity's greatest asset something that no other race could quite capitalize on.
But that would change when one man, a hybrid between shinigami and hollow, had bridged the gap between the immortality of death and vivid mortality which all races possessed. In the establishment of an place where liberation and Independence reigned surpreme'd when combined with the fair rule of law- they had found greatness. This man had forever affected this world, em placing his ambition and tenacity to be it's guardian of individual freedom even if it mean't the death of his own self-guidance.
No man who wished to walk the lines of good could bare a responsibility such as Vastime and not expect to have to defend it's name. It was why when the meeting at Lebanon took such a wild turn with the appearance of a demon king that the iron king had to come. Within the bowels of Vastime a man was loosening a tie as he walked, his back straightening out as each stride he took began to leak a intense aura of warmth. It was as if the pure manifestation of tenacity was making it's self known. Behind his back laid a nation that sought his protection- that sought his duty.
Those within Lebanon would feel the air take a drastic shift as the tell-tale signs of a portal had ripped through the dimensional barrier, the shifting of atoms and molecules allowing a burst of small sub-sonic explosions as a foot came through. Gradually, more of the man began to be seen but no one needed to see him to know who was coming. The thickening iron coated spiritual pressure, the calloused hands which appeared before the body which held them revealed themselves.
Blackened hair which laid in a shaped mess, the lazily maintained hair which had been swept back naturally followed by coffee eyes which bore a soft earnest affection. But behind that affection, behind the subtle nature of the man was a thick presence of ambition- of something far more cruel. For Ravan and those able to detect the mechanization of a person: They could see a killing surge like few men, perhaps it was the restraint which prevented him to indulge in such things such as The Demon King himself did. It was the contrast between a self made king and one which had been born into this.
"I'm sorry I'm late, but I'm here now."
The confidence in which laced his voice might've been seen as pure arrogance, but to the civilians of the area- to the soldiers which laid nearby in the name of Vastime, this was a soothing tone to hear. The man was a beacon to his people, a beacon of their courage and willingness to stare death in the face; with a proclamation that today would not be the day. His eyes, the hazel orbs, would take in the scene seeing the mangled man as a warm breath escaped his lips.
The man looked a slight mess, his shirt undone slightly wrinkled from rapid movements showcasing a body crafted from marble. His tie in it's striped pattern of grey and red was loosened to the point of being outright undone, his sleeves partially rolled up. He looked more like a gladiator who had taken a office job that was currently having a shitty day rather than the king of the largest growing empire to date. But, behind the cool exterior a smile was plastering his face which was steadily growing as he stood in the center of the whole encounter.
"I felt it, needed for myself to say this. I understand both of your concerns, i sympathize." He explained rest his hand on his zanpakatou but more in a lazy resting manner. His movements measured but not overly so, years upon years of practice followed his movements as he paced walking eventually over to Henrex resting his hand on the shoulder of the boy.
"Calm down, Henrex." It was more of an order than a request, but from the smile on his face it seemed there was some large pattern happening. Through the contact Henrex senses would be assaulted by a transfer of emotions, he would feel the overwhelming amount of rage and murderous intent within the man he pledged loyalty to. Why had he done this? Simple. So He would understand and relate to the emotions Henrex where having, but as a time honor'd man he would not allow those to consume him yet.
His gaze would turn to Ravan approaching the man with no inhibitions, his stride one of morbid curiosity as he reached in his shirt pocket. He was willing to bet this demon king was no afraid of anything Hayden could hold in the shirt pocket. It would be at this moment a thin envelope would be revealed which he held out to Ravan, in a almost challenging manner. It was clear that Hayden was fully prepared to accept whatever the outcome was but strangely enough he wasn't backing down. That phase of his life was over.
"Vastime, myself included, cannot comply with the order to stand down. You see Ravan you should know that change in inevitable. But, that is only orchestrated by the hands of people who refuse to bend the knee or remain standing when confronted with challenge. It is that very reason I stand before you Demon King, as Desmond Hayden- the Iron King of Vastime to defiantly alert you to a simple fact: We will reclaim our homes once more with bravado." He informed the man too, his body taking the additional step forward still keeping the small smile on his lips ever ready to take this to the next step. But the smile would soon drop replacing the coffee color'd eyes was something much firmer- something which demanded the attention of not Ravan but the world.
"I speak on behalf of myself, my allies, and the world when I say these words. We will not retreat from your words. My people accept nothing less. So if you see that you must strike at me then do so, but if you would like to go even deeper into this accept this invitation: I, by the law invested in me, invite you to the New Age Gala hosted by the Vanguard and Vastime." With a final extending of his two fingers the letter would outstretch attempting to tap the chest of Ravan, the light paper rubbing against the clothing.
Thus, Hayden had fulfilled his responsibilities to his people- in a dramatic turn of events he had come to personally announce Vastime would not be backing down from any threats but strange enough- he extended a invitation to arguably one of their strongest enemies. It seemed things where brewing, those which might ignite a fire that would burn everything between.