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The Unholy Deluge [Madness Capital] [Henrex/Kuro]
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|Subject Post 1Subject: The Unholy Deluge [Madness Capital] [Henrex/Kuro] Wed Oct 30, 2019 4:27 pm|| |
Herald of Demons
Song: N/a STUFF - Artist: N/A STUFF - Words: N/A
”You, bitch!” yelled out the man from underneath her in what was clearly an anger filled statement.
”Isn’t that one of the things that piss you off?” asked Sophie from deep within the Quincy’s mind.
The woman provided no vocal response to either her victim or her mental partner. Instead, she maintained the position she had held for several minutes now. One of her hands pressed strongly against the male’s forehead while one of her knees dug into his abdomen. From her fingertips a myriad of reishi strings resembling vines and thorns wrapped around the length of his body and limbs. From his expression it seemed as though the strings were equally efficient at restraining him as well as causing him pain. Due to the bloody and bruised look of his body, it was simple to surmise that his pain was not entirely new or recent. But judging from his ragged and missing items of clothes one could also summize he at least had a sort of proper and fun farewell into what would be his demise.
”No.” said Sofia much to confusion of her victim.
Without further ado she bumped one of her knees against his crotch, causing him to yelp in pain and open his mouth in response. From one of her hands a large revolver was conceived through her use of reishi. The barrel was shoved into the opening of his mouth and the trigger depressed. It would be unclear to most what sort of mechanism or power acted over the device, though its workings were relatively simple. It consisted of stagnant and empty enlarged ginto casings that were continually filled with her energy and fired like reishi bullet rather than arrows. The only vestige of his skull was the broken remains of the spine that once connected to his head. Though the blood smeared all over the wall before her, some had managed to land right on her cheeks. She seemed in no hurry to clean it.
Holstering the gun to one of her sides, a new one was created in its holster to her other side. With no else to play with, she headed out the bar she had been in. Her outfit was distinctly different from what it once had been, but she was distinctly different from what she once was too. Certain actions and moves had made it clear that Sofia Montero had changed allegiances. She had left behind the Vandenreich and joined her former enemies in Shadowfall, and indirectly, the Kokuryuteshi Empire. There was no doubt that Sofia was brilliant, and despite her latest leanings, no one could argue she was or had ever been truly evil. She certainly had her reasons, but it looked as though she had no time, will, or inclination to explain her motives to anyone.
Her newest allegiances had led her to this city to meet Hebi. They would more or less be expected to collaborate in some form of project. He had vast experience with his laboratories, and the Quincy was known to have engineered vast amounts of useful technology too; more importantly, the two had met and worked in more than a couple occasions. Their meeting would not come to fruition however as an attack from Aizen and a more than unstable Hebi would throw a wrench into the entire situation. She considered it a chance and a missed opportunity to have foregone the chance to fight Aizen; perhaps one day. The lady had a thing for lining up individuals of worth, beating them down, and adding up to her repertoire and desire to place the world under her boot. Her opinion on that matter would no longer matter though. Despite having triumphed over her greatest inner devils, her persona and psyche had been left momentarily vulnerable as a result. This allowed the ensuing madness from the doctor to disturb her and flip the switch that spiraled her into further chaos. What happened when a being so accustomed and welcoming to chaos got sent into a framework that made it far easier to access and accept? The town and the dead could answer the question.
As she kicked the doors to the bar open, light would finally be allowed to filter in momentarily. Whatever copious amount of blood had been spilled and left to pool over the floor had long dried up and caked into several layers. There were bodies to the center of the room, to the left, and even towards the right. A discernible look however would show that body parts and clothes did not match. It was almost as if the fighting, the torturing, and the playtime had caused limbs and heads to be tossed and arranged at will like child’s play. As for Sofia, she wore her hair down with red ribbons, a gift most likely from the priest, Sunshine. Her outfit consisted of a thin but durable black outfit that hugged her outfit like a second layer of skin. The top extended to her forearms, covering almost everything except her middle and lower back, which was left bare to reveal what looked like a black tattoo in the look of wings. It would be difficult to deny a glance to the heft that pressed on the very same outfit, though one would be forgiven to award more interest and proceed with caution against such an individual.
Her pants followed the very same style, with the very same fabric. These made a far better job of enhancing the look of her powerful legs and rear. One would also noticed the large two guns assuming they moved their sight away from the least deadly and arguably more physically appealing aspect of her looks. More importantly though was the sort of energy and vibe she was giving out. Very much unlike her, Sofia wasn’t trying to keep her energy controlled or hidden in the very slightest. It was instead allowed to flow freely as both a warning and challenge to those nearby. Her energy visibly displayed a duality in hues of blue and red that highlighted her welcomed change into whom she had become.
She called out to the energies she felt nearby to come and meet their match and die like the rest. Of course, they also had the option to run. The result would be the same, but she’d prefer not to try and chase her prey. Her mentality was hell bent on destroying and killing. It was unclear who was near her or whether they’d prefer to subdue her or simply kill her. She seemed to recognize one of the two energy signatures, though she was far too gone at the moment to let it affect her or care about it.
”Come” She declared in both a commanding and threatening fashion. The words would be carried out through the use of her Melody and her energy to be heard in her vicinity. The time for battle and death was nigh as she finally reached with her tongue to lick the blood her latest victim had smeared onto her cheek.
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|Subject Post 2Subject: Re: The Unholy Deluge [Madness Capital] [Henrex/Kuro] Wed Oct 30, 2019 7:26 pm|| |
Captain Kuro Okami
Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill.
Pulsating need. I know. A simple reply cut short all of the confusion, all of the madness. The owner of those thoughts was completely at ease with those urges. He was able to focus pass them; they were a part of him, one he was quite comfortable. KILL! KILL! KILL!
Yet, as loud as they became, they could find no purchase within his psyche.
The darkness of this alleyway did not hide the dark splendor of the woman who had taken up residence here. Her. Definitely her. That feeling… Whoever she was, she seemed to have no difficulty displaying her level of power. What kind of power should answer that?
Well, it would be a bit difficult to understand, at first. A nearby church rang out, over and over again. It was seven o' clock. Within the shadows of one of the clock's hands, at the end of the street, something bright and white appeared. It was as if the figure were struggling; something was trying to get into the outside world. kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill…
Pressure. Whatever that thrashing, thriving thing was, it seemed violently upset. It brought with it a sense of intimidation that washed throughout the road; if the woman had not spotted it up to this point, she would now. Perhaps the most unusual part was how it had come from seemingly nowhere. One moment it was not there; the next, it was washing and pouring down the road. A twitching arm finally became free of the darkness of the clock face, pushing down onto it as the figure's body lowered.
Where his second arm should be, one could only make out more darkness. The limb itself was completely black; the first time it could be made out was when it stood against his stark-white hair. The cloak he wore flipped and righted itself as he finally detached himself from the clock face, landing on the ground below, his hand pushing into the ground. If one looked closely, they could make out the Captains Haori that he wore, hard to see against the darkness due to the dried stains of blood and viscera.
His hand pushed into the shadow of the tower. Kill her, kill her, monster, you saw what she did, end her, end her His mouth was a hard line, his eyes wide. His fingers wrapped into the darkness, and he drew them across the front of his body.
The shadow of the tower extended within a few feet of her body; and for a brief moment, she would see the dozens of lines of darkness emerge from it before they were attacking her body. They came largely from two angles; one wave coming directly at her from the front, while the second came at her from behind. The most obvious direction to dodge would be directly backward and upward; so that was where this second wave moved toward. The second wave was much faster than the first; if she were to focus on that one and match its speed, she was much more likely to be caught by the second wave.
These shadowy strings were sharp as a blade, trying to push her back and up into where the ones behind her were waiting to entangle themselves around her body.
Out from the shadows, the man's left hand rested above his right. As a cloud passed out from behind the moon, his figure could be seen holding dozens of tendrils of shadow, that sense of bloodlust still pulsating from his body.
"…You're not a demon, but… you smell like them. You reek of them… That man you killed… Let's see how you… like it."
He had seen what she had done to that man; the behavior she had exhibited up until the point she mdae her challenge. He could not tell if she had been able to sense him or not; he could certainly sense the second one. He hoped that this business would be over and done with without involving that other one. She made the hairs on the back stand up on end; made the bloodlust he exuded come out much stronger than normal.
If she were caught in the strings, she would feel them continuing to tighten, and tighten, a second wave wrapping around her, cutting into her flesh and bones as he squeezed tighter, and tighter. If not, then he would hang back in the moon's light, the tendrils he controlled waiting around his body, hovering in the air, waiting to strike…
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|Subject Post 3Subject: Re: The Unholy Deluge [Madness Capital] [Henrex/Kuro] Tue Nov 05, 2019 8:09 pm|| |
CALM BEFORE THE STORM
Artist: Dragon Ball Super - No More / Vegito VS Zamasu
As Henrex sped across Beijing to the Inner Circle, he could feel the sudden surge of energy from where he could sense Kuro's. A very familiar energy source belonging to a very familiar Quincy. Almost instantly, Henrex was filled with dread at the thought of it. He hadn't seen her in a very, very long time, but he still considered her a friend, and the thought of her being his opponent
Drawing Yume no Jitsugen, a gift from the very source of all this madness, Henrex turned the weapon to its 'brush mode', and preemptively began to draw various characters all over his body, writing out the words for "Zangerin" on his arms, legs, and back, the words for "Raikoho" on one hand, the word for "Haien" on his other, while having a single inscription of the word "Tenran" on his chest, all with blue ink. Hadō 78, Hadō 63, Hadō 54, and Hadō 58, all in respective order.
Preparing himself for the conflict to come, Henrex sighed as he gripped the weapon tighter, knuckles turning white as he went back to moving once again. Quickly tapping into Possessive Movement and Hoho in order to cover the remaining distance, appearing next to Kuro in a flash, resting a hand on his shoulder as he drew his weapon, turning to face the Quincy. The hand around his weapon tightened once again as he let out a quiet sigh."Damn it...I really wish it wasn't you."
His gaze went to the ground for a moment, before rising as he lifted his sword to the sky as a lightning bolt fell from the sky, crashing down onto his sword. A powerful burst of spiritual pressure flared from the former Captain as he unleashed Shikai, holding the new weapon in his hand with hesitant determination. However, even the simple act of looking at him would cause trouble for Sofia, as he tapped into his demonic half in order to create this effect.
Even so much as a glance would make her feel woozy and dizzy in a subtle attempt to make her drop her guard, so Henrex and Kuro could get an opening. Turning to Kuro as his wings unfurled and he too rose into the air, he only had one request:"Please, try not to kill her."'Why not? She's already this far gone, you might as well just end a possible threat.''Shut. Up.'
It was so, so tempting to listen to the Siren's song, the lull to stop concerning himself with such trivial thoughts and just let himself feel free
, feel fearless
, but most of all, for him to sate that aching
hunger to hurt her, to make her realize the mistake she had made with her choices. But, for now, he was able to resist. There was so much anger and disappointment in Sofia. Yet, he felt torn. He knew that her choices had led her to a very, very dark path that he didn't agree with.
But there was still that part of him, that part that held even the smallest amount of hope for her, for everyone. The part that wanted to bring her back from where she had gone and save her.
As Kuro attempted to ensnare Sofia with her, Henrex held out a hand as a colossal wave of murky black water rose from behind him and surged past them in an attempt to crash into Sofia, pushing her back and lowering her speed by a level. Turning to him once again, Henrex tapped into yet another power granted to him, the private, telepathic network of Resolve Embrace in order to connect and talk to Kuro. Thoughts processed and traveled much faster than words, and it would allow them to keep fighting while communicating. For now, it was a simple question:"What should our next move be?"
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