So you think im a monsta? (Chaozi and shizuo private)

Fri Nov 23, 2012 11:34 am

Morning mist, whiter then the sky rolled down from slight sloping hills. It encased and enshrouded tombstones in a veil , much like it was the inhabiting spirits. For today was strange, spirits the bi product of humanity once they pass away. Swarmed their tombstones, children cried families comforting each other. The past year had caused many casualties among the living the mundane the supernatural. Many lives lost, and many lives born such is the urban sprawl of karakura's way of life. A cycle if you will a pattern a ending and a beginning.

Though on the top of a large tomb-stone, one warn with age and long neglected stood a girl, a girl with vibrant long red hair, eyes of bloody ruby and skin white as a bleached dress-shirt, a figure which was supernatural in definition not belonging in such a mundane setting. Though her lips where moving , from beneath a worn cloak one which was ripe with use, strange horns on her head buzzed in the low mist environment crisp winter air whipping at the girls delicate features.

Whilst her lips moved though, a low but melodic warble had spread through the dead-silence that would be felt by the most mundane, or spiritually blind beings. It was a tune, much like a lullaby sweep and caressing soothing, but at the same time; eerie and otherworldly. Macabre horror would quite nicely probably from most peoples eyes describe how the setting felt, but at the same time it was not menacing exactly.

Birds did not cry their tunes, and frost blanketed the ground in its ending embrace, but here was this figure feminine and petite, yet menacing and ferocious, chain saw tail and all, totally void of spiritual signature. Yet behind the pretty looks lurked vast reserves of power, which where on coffee break right now. As she was still recovering from a bout with the famous ichigo kurosaki, which had taken a good deal out of her.

But the real question was, what was she, and what was she doing in a graveyard in karakura city of all places.

Fri Nov 23, 2012 12:04 pm

Marilyn Maxwell

Not entirely sure why she was awake at this hour. In fact, why was she out of the house when she had probably slept for a mere 5 hours? Who knows? Better not to ask. A young girl, she looked about 12 was wandering down the street. She was wearing her usual green dress. The one she wears wherever she goes. She loves it and she loves the colour green so what's not to be happy about? This girl in question was called Marilyn but most call her Mary. She has a rich background and isn't afraid to let people know. She is however very inexperienced and knows nothing about the world outside of the park, her house and school.

Mary wandered down the street, coming across the entrance to the graveyard. She wasn't quite sure why she came here, but it was part of Karakura she had not been to before and she was eager to explore. Taking a few steps in, she noticed something in front of her. Somebody was already here and from where they were standing they didn't look too friendly. It was too early in the morning for her to get in trouble, so maybe she should come back later.

Creeping away ever so slightly, Mary left just as quickly as she appeared, wandering now a bit further down the street past a few more entrances to different parts of the Graveyard. Hopefully no cars will come down the street.

Fri Nov 23, 2012 12:32 pm

To the human eye, this female was like a phantom a ghost with how fast she moved, it was the sky which was dark that truth be told brought out her amazing red tints, and snow white skin pigment. Like the cow jumping over the moon, she demonica had jumped; much like a coiled spring released or a bullet shot from the barrel of a gun. Wind pulling against the moonlit cloak, as she was entirely naked beneath her skin covered in rune ink markings, which where dusty black like the sky above.

She was injured , there was nothing else to it, not horribly injured but, she had burns bruises underneath the cloak which blossomed like ugly flowers. She was like a angel fallen from grace cast down from heaven, she had wings razor sharp wings, which she hid from view more often then not. Despite the warrior she was, demonica hated that she could not be held by people the fact is most would be sliced or begin to be injured. More often then not, people misunderstood her they hated her, as the freak accident on the news in which one of mount everests highest summit peaks shattered.

People, Even supernatural beings they all thought she was a monster. Even in life she was a monster but right now she was tired, and actually slightly unsure of herself. Doubt, is the enemy of man, as envy is the sin of all. She doubted in her own powers, many times over she had made mistakes. She had been a fugitive for a decent amount of time. Pain, injury this all added up, she had been on the move for months now. Demons can go for a long time but as of late, constant battles and doubt had taken their toll. As everyone breaks down eventually

{BATTLE ON TOP OF THE WORLD CAPTION taken from phantasia's post.}

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[Dead end encounter Caption taken from dark crabs post]

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And the recent fight with ichigo kurosaki, all these things over a duration had begun to add up. Demonica was beginning to hit her limit, she had no time so far to rest, it was atonement which thus far had kept her alive sane and ticking. And now, the inevitable happened; she had hit her limit.

So, she had taken notice of a little girl, young pre-teen or tween perhaps in age; or older who knows? But, she was slipping, landing in front of her. As she landed loosing her usually infallible balance, having to steady herself on a wall, she spoke kindly, and tired, . . .

". . . Why are you wandering about little one? . . ". . . Then demonica tacked on the end as a tremor passed through her. "..Don't. .. worry, i'm in no condition nor inclined to hurt you . . ."

Now.. . . just to see what happened next. . .

Fri Nov 23, 2012 12:58 pm

Marilyn Maxwell

Mary strolled on. She wasn't focusing on anything in particular, but something was starting to flicker into view. By a gravestone in the graveyard, there was a pot of yellow flowers. She turned, looked at them and smiled. Somewhat relieved at the sight of them. Mary loved yellow flowers. The ones with the green stems. They were full of life and so beautiful. Just like herself. However, her so called 'happiness' was not to last. She turned away, began to move but found she could not when her eyes locked onto a figure before her. The person from before, was now here and didn't sound too kind. She spoke in a soft, but menacing tone. You could feel it not by the words, but by her demonic heritage. Mary knew a voice like this before. It frightened her.

The little girl scrambled backwards, flailing with her left arm to keep the woman back and rubbing her right leg with her right arm. She was looking for something. Something she didn't own, but had once found. Mary clutched onto what she was trying to find, and sharply pulled it out from under her dress. In her clutches, was a crucifix. It was golden and had red rubies all along it. Each end and the centre had bigger gleaming rubies. They were shiny, yet there ws not much sun to make them glow. Mary stuttered words as she tried to keep footing.

"Wh-wh-what do you want?...."

Fri Nov 23, 2012 1:35 pm

"Monster" .. "Freak" . . ."Demon" "Devil" "Satin"

All these every last one of these words had whispered slowly inside of demonica's head. They where soft like velvet, but stung beyond what could be said. Image flashes, life ash, pain. . Snow. . . she was a monster here. A demon, a mistake, something not pure. Something that did not belong to this world.
Now the words, repeated lashing like whips, digging deep into what was left of her mind, it was not good, she needed to get out of here. As she felt like she was about to loose it. Utterly and completely loose it, but there was something else a sick twisted understanding within the madness..

"Monster "Freak" "Demon" "Devil" "Satin" . . Words which stung began to make sense. .. was she loosing her mind?. . .Her body shook, her muscles coiled. adrenaline, pure adrenaline. . . . Her mind was a playground dangerously close to snapping.

Then demonica's eyes closed, her body shook, and she was pulled deep within her own mind. A dark black expanse without a beginning or a end, full of shattered paths, broken dreams. And dark desires, each added flavor to this urban apocalyptic looking sprawl of houses which never ended or began. It was dark in here, it stank, it reeked. It smelled like a week old moldy garlic breath puke inducing sewer rat. It matched her mind, the sick twisted reality of her mind. The good and the bad, and she was a small sad, sad girl, in short shorts, and a button up white checker blouse. The sky boiled with clouds lightning flashing within them, rain coming down like pins and needles against her skin.

She walked the street's kicking a can of cherry berry off brand tasting coke, empty and old, rusty wet and it was also very cold. She would kick it, walk her shoe's slapping loudly against the broken pavement, then kick the can, sending it bouncing once. . twice.. clanging accompanied with the; contact of pavement and aluminum product.
"Monster "Freak" "Demon" "Devil" "SATIN"

Rain turned to blood, black blood hot black blood. Blood that was thick like sludge and smelled like rotten sulfur added to the idea of shit, it stank and reeked something fierce. Yet the little girl demonica kept kicking the can and walking, her lips forming words like some kind of nursery rhyme she was going somewhere but the question was where.

"Monster" "Freak" "Demon" "Devil" "SATIN"

Builds, creaked vines of black gunk grew, decorating her mind with the sins and atrocities that she had done, and that black , pitch black impurity of a demon's nature. The sky, roiled blood of black sludge poured from them in droplets like water from open flood gates. Fragments of Memories memories which long defined humanity, her last link to what she was as a human. . . .

"Monster" "Freak" "Demon" "Devil" "SATIN"

come to think of it, the little girl remembered being called those things even when she was living as a human. . . Something seemed to be pulling her onward delving deeper into the wrecked dank rank and stank of the metropolis which laid in ruins around her. Memories kept coming by, one by one it was strange but none the less they kept on coming. The state of Ruin became ever so more prominent, and demonica-child wondered if she had lost her mind. . . if she had a heart. . and what she was. . And continued the nursery-rhyme like verse, like a broken record it was only one verse. . playing again and again.

"Monster" "Freak" "Demon" "Devil" "SATIN" . . .

She kept walking . .

. . . . .Dimly she saw something .. a crucifix . . and murmered.. . in the period before relapsing. .

".. Are you going to crucify me? .. " .. .

Mon Nov 26, 2012 1:33 pm

Marilyn Maxwell

Mary fumbled what she was holding. It wasn't easy to stop herself from shaking as the aura this woman was giving off felt so sickly. It was demonic and Mary had felt this before. Back in London. All those years ago back on the streets of London. Yeah, that's where it happened. Down an alleyway in a desperate attempt to outrun demons. Mary climbed onto a wall, but her best friend was not so lucky. Watching your best friend get torn limb by limb then dragged off down the road would mentally scar anyone and Mary was no different. Right now, she was freaking out rather violently.

She felt sick. Sick to her stomach. As if that woman had already pierced her skin and walked away with her bloody corpse. The visions flashed before her eyes. Stay back. Stay back. Stay back. Please just leave me alone. Mary wanted to say all of this but her mouth wasn't moving to form words, but instead chattering her teeth together. But then, the woman spoke. Is she going to crucify her? Isn't that when your nailed to a wooden cross or something? Jesus did that right? Died for our sins? Did he die for yours?

Mary looked down at what she was holding. she knew very well what she was capable of and it wasn't much. However, what she could do was better than a normal person. She had this. Yes. She had found it and it was hers. Her toy. Her play thing. If this woman comes closer then she'll do it. She'll do it! Mary clutched the bottom half of the crucifix and pulled, yanking it off to reveal a thing but long blade like a dagger. She then raised the arm, pointing the dagger towards the woman.

"c-come any closer....I'll...c-cut you!"

Fri Dec 14, 2012 5:02 pm

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"Cut?. . . Your Trying .. . to Cut.. cut?.. "
Demonica, just found it hard to comprehend this; here was a human a human which had a knife who was threatening to cut her. Yes threatening to cut her of all the things, that had to be the most absurd thing she had ever heard:Dimly in Demonica's head she knew she was slowly sinking into the madness, but honestly? In her current state she could do little more then: Laugh laugh and laugh some more it was not a kind laugh, it was a fucking insane, morbid; and down right creepy one. So, what did demonica do well she was going to prove a point, to how absurd that sounded.

"..You a human, want to cut me . . I CAN'T comprehend this, i don't know if i should be proud of your bravery, or just laugh at how stupid that sounded. "

Now, demonica was giggling, laughing she just could not precisely help it. It was way.. way too hilarious in this situation. It might have been because o the expression on the girls face, a expression of utter. . . horror, horror and possibly fear, it just was delicious. To be completely honest it was, just like fresh baked cookies to demonica, her fear just .. looked so whats the word? Appetizing just completely appetizing. Though, demonica still controlled herself; she held on to her reasoning within this madness. Though her hand slowly slid back behind her own back to be exact.

It just kept. . on going and going , until it found the spinal vertebra on her back which was level with the collar bone. Now, her slender fingers gripped something white, which slowly.. ever so slowly began to slide out from her slender back. It ripped a hole in her cloak and gleamed like snow in the light. If you looked at it close enough.. you could see. . Demonica had just pulled her spine out. Though she seemed to be still talking, talking and laughing as she very plainly held it out, for the human to see. To see before she pushed it back into place; the grotesque grinding and popping of the vertebra locking back into place; being quite audible.

. . . ."let me ask you this.. .. do you still.. want to cut me? "

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