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Word Count:259 Posting music:Omen: The Prodigy Faction: ShadowFall Power Type: Nuclear/Combat Power Tier: 0-4 Favorite Lyrics:"Go back to sleep. . . Go Back To sleep." - Counting bodies like sheep to the Rythym of a war drum: By a perfect circle
In the sands nothing was living, only a place of utter; desolation. A place in which , life seemed to have been long ago snuffed out by an angry god. A place, that was barren fruitless in every meaning of the word; it was a place where life was not supported, sustained; or easily found. It was remote, far from, civilization, way off the beaten path so to speak. In short, with its rustic tide of sands , sand-dunes, sand storms it was not a hospitable place.
There though, where travelers in such a place; nomads or people seeking respite and solitude. It was a place which was so uncivilized and untouched by urbanization; in short a place where you're chances of running into someone was very slim indeed. Even here though, it was not impossible; for travelers had been known to cross paths on occasion.
Right now, there was a lone, solitary figure who's pale features contrasted like night and day against the sandy backgrounds. Her skin was dolled and glowed like moonshine, though was the color of alabaster. White, it was a downy white pure and silky which made up the visible skin, this brought out the fiery burst of color; which was ruby red hair, spikey under a worn travelers cloak. Not tall nor short either, it was a striking figure all the same; one that had a hum of power; the kind which blatantly even though, it could not be sensed was like a neon sign which flashed in big- bold and highly robust lettering: DANGER.
It was this, and the strange whirring keen-unnerving whine that followed her which; made everything on edge, her tail which is what she called it at the very least; swayed behind her, the chainsaw components whirring like a well oiled machine.
The figure was walking through the sands, wind whipping at the linen or linen-like cloak that she decided to wear. She made no sound, yet what she did leave where footprints- footprints in the lonely sands of time which; seemed to go on, and on for quite a ways off. Though, what was going on here . . and what was going to happen- well for those two things, only time would yield the answers.
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The feet of a tall well-built man stepped into the deteriorated ground, the senkaimon behind him quickly shut as he made his way forward. His captain’s haori which he accidentally acquired rested around his back as he stepped forward to catch sight of his opponent. It was rather weird, this opponent had been on research schematics and yet he was right in front of Mayuri, what a coincidence, or was it? His eyes looked at his opponent as he stared whilst seeming almost UN-impressed; “This pitiful insect might not come to the lab” he thought throughout his mind as he began to approach his opponent whilst making a form of humming noise for only a brief second.
Without hesitation nor worry he quickly addressed the demon as he called out,“You there”; His voice screeched through the air slicing every sound wave due to his overpowering and unforgettable voice. Every molecule of oxygen brushed passed his body as his intense yet overpowering eyes fixated onto his opponent, he had no intention of being denied and one way or another he would get his subject. He had some interest in this opponent otherwise he would simply refrain from fighting and go look for something else to test on, briefly he laid out a question or more of an imperative as he stared at the opponent, , “Your quite interesting, why don’t you accompany me to my lab” he grinned as he spoke, he seemed rather relaxed, several hours prior to arrival he had ate some pike fish which had put him in a delighted mood thus without a doubt he would enjoy dissecting this opponent and retrieving information stored in every ounce of her body.
He came to a halt as he looked around the area whilst awaiting a reply from his opponent, he had arrived on his own as he didn’t consider this to be a hassle, and otherwise he would have brought Nemu with him in order to accompany him in capturing his opponent. This girl walked rather secretively thus Mayuri began to question her as he spoke, “Why so coy? You seem to disengage any reference to your existence? Why is that? Come on, do tell…” he asked inquisitively as the smiling expression across his face began to straighten out as he watched his opponents body movements and actions.
Demonica murmured as her legs seemed to creak and groan; it was a melody which was unnerving enough to send even the most fierce of nature's creatures running in despair. Her lips moved, murmuring words which held sway and power, though it was not shown spiritually energy wise it was shown; through her voice which was deadly and unsettling. Her whole body seemed to be swaying as if it was dancing in the wind; though she was moving slowly in the tempo of her rage.
It was her body, and her which had begun to hiss and pop; the shinigami kept babbling ranting; thinking he was the "Shit". As if demonica gave a crap after being called pitiful- she had popped her shoulder; then flat out seemed to fade in a screeching burst of speed with the abruptness of a door slamming in ones face in split second, she had gone from 0mph to well over 800mph, making her literally stir up a viscous dust cloud whilst she moved. Matching her timing so that the moment the word "Coy" was out of this Ragamuffins insulting excuse of a mouth her fist had jerked forward causing a sonic boom which caused a tidal wave; of sand in the surrounding quarter mile radius.
If this fist hit, it would have the force of a battle ship behind it; demonica's strength was nothing short of a monstrosity in its proportions. Also, even though it was possible for it to miss if the other avoided it would be a slim chance given there had been no warning, and absolutely no time for a reaction. Though, with the punch a second would follow while her foot work did the rest, in a movement of accuracy elegance and speed, she would disengage sliding from the opponent, roughly 60 feet, with a quick unsettling grace before landing.
"Shut up you annoying heffer"
Now demonica was ready, ready for a counter attack.