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Subject Post 1Subject: Land of The Demons & Home of The Brave Fri Mar 28, 2014 8:07 pm
Zane Fenier Commander of the Iron Cross
America was a place that Zane heard only a small amount of stories about, mostly for the fact that int the current time it wasn't as impressive as it made itself out to be many years previously. If there was one thing that Zane wanted for the people and humanity of this world, he wanted to protect like he does in Kokuryuteshi Realm. For the longest time, Zane was the Stone Cross Commander, and those that were among that Cross referred to him as, the Ever-expanding wall of the Kokuryuteshi. But now, he was the Commander of The Iron Cross, a cross that answered to the requests of their leader, Kin Iramasha. With taking that job upon himself, he found periods where he wasn't need to be used constantly by his leader and still be able to carry out his own objectives. So, this was how he found himself in the countryside of America as he wanted to observe how humanity fared under the control of demon kind. Even though they are allies of theirs, Zane knew that they had differences in style and how they wished to go about controlling the world and the system that governs the world.
So now he found himself walking along a country road that had little to to be found actually on it. He was walking to the next city on foot, and although he could of gone indefinitely faster, he wanted to see how it would be to hitchhike the road like he has been told is done often. He wanted to know what people could experience on this road and in this kind of society for a few days, so he merely continued on his way. If one were to notice him he would not look the greatest by any means in terms of clothing, wearing something a common citizen would wear of any race. He had no trace of being a Kokuryuteshi unless someone could identify him by face alone, which was unlikely unless they were a higher up of Shadow fall or took part within the recent Australian War. With a final notice to finish off his commoner appearance, He did not have his signature spear upon him and had no way to access it, although sealed within him was all of his power, but with the marks on his upper back, they wouldn't be shown easily in terms of pressure.
With a final offset to as what was going on around him, one could notice two demon folk walking behind him, and up ahead of where he was walking was another human. If one were to notice anything of Zane, it was that he altered very little of his physical appearance as one could notice that he still gave off a look that signaled that he was neither common or normal. It was however up to the observer to judge that though, it was pretty much something that he has forgotten can make or break the chances of fooling someone. He would try his best though to not break his act unless it was absolutely necessary to the situation at hand or he felt that he had seen enough to where he didn't need the disguise anymore.
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Subject Post 2Subject: Re: Land of The Demons & Home of The Brave Thu Apr 24, 2014 11:55 pm
Word Count: 782 Song: This Life -Artist: Sons of Anarchy
Sand and wind battered Letty to her core. Her blonde hair blasted with sand as she road her bike, mere miles from the next town. Far ahead of her another strong presence was felt, and with a sigh she noticed the bridge she had not crossed before coming back into view. The presence was far ahead of her, but that was the direction she had chosen to go. With a quick turn to head in the opposite direction, Letty tor onto the road from the sand, a massive cloud pluming into the air from the speed of her drift onto the road.
With the twist of the throttle and a shift upwards in gear, Letty swiftly shot up the road going back the way she came. Coming to a stop a fair distance from the bridge, she ripped the throttle with a single twist, up-shifting quickly as her bike sped past the 300km/h mark. Sand was sharp to her skin as her bike carried her through the cloud, breathe held in to ward off the chance of choking on sand. Cuts littered her suit and pants, along with her gloves and face. None with any depth, but painful like paper cuts none the less.
She felt Meru leave the area swiftly, but the smiled as that classy man Reigen seemed to be following her. Her smile was a pleased one. For what reason but his looks and personality thus far, set her heart in motion. He, be he demon or not, was her type. But this left her thoughts as the broken bridge ahead came into view. Five seconds away from a pull up to jump. Five, she shifted into the final gear. Four, she lowers her body. Three, a silent prayer for success. Two, her front wheel pops up and one. Her bike soars over the bridge, landing on the other side within a loud clang. It was then she lost control, the bike fell slowly like the matrix, bringing Letty closer to death with every mental moment.
The bike crashed to the ground with Letty's loud cry of pain, her suit's leather padding as she rolled across this wasteland into a dead cactus keeping her from losing blood and skin. A snap and splash of blood from her mouth, and Letty slammed hard into the base of the Cactus. It was then her motorcycle slammed into her, sending her through the cactus with blood leaving her mouth. Perhaps jumping hadn't been so bright... Her bike on top of her and leg dislocated, she didn't have the strength to push it off of her, but she did manage to turn the handle enough to have it lean on it.
Letty's hands worked quickly, not wanting some like Reigen to see such a stupid decision. Her hands pulled of her helmet and threw it to the side before moving to crack her leg back into position with and outrageous cry of pain. Letty cried to herself, tears streaming as she slid her body from beneath the bike slowly. With the helmet and bike removed, blood leaks into her eye and her left pant leg is soaked in blood. Her hand moves to a large gash in her suit's pant's, revealing a tear in the dress underneath and a bloodied cut under it.
"Dammit... there went one of my suits." Letty touches to her fore head having her eye sting from blood dripping into it. Even in her helmet her head hadn't been safe from that level of stupid. Her hand keeps pressure on her wound, her other arm used to push the vehicle up and pull herself out from under it. At least the cactus didn't have thorns right about this time of year.
Standing with a sigh, Letty removes her suit, revealing her dress underneath. After a few minutes, her suit is tossed into the side bag on her motorcycle and her legged is bandaged up. She quickly lifts her motorcycle and grunts as the kick stand is knocked down.