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Subject Post 1Subject: Detroit Rocked Out City Wed Jul 30, 2014 7:29 am
Artist: Undead Corporation - Song: Haul Me Up - Word Count: 502
Kaito realized that he needed to train and get stronger that meant he needed to fight to understand the Break-Fuse Seal placed on him. So he decided to take himself far into America into the Mitten shaped place called Michigan. Within Michigan, there is a place that’s the capital which is Lansing, but outside of Lansing about an hour and a half away is a place which holds the title of their largest city which is Detroit. Kaito arrived at the urban metropolis and sighed a bit at how decayed it had seemed to him. It wasn’t even building those nifty cars anymore. To him it lookd open and desolate, and it was beautiful for some progressive demolition. This was going to be fun for Kaito today. He’d train, explore the limits of that seal a bit, and push himself farther and better than he could on his own. Therefore, he needed to be in a place where his blood would get flowing the rush all too real, and he would be ready for some good wholesome ass whooping fun. Good thing no one had decided to start the party early. It looked like this place had some history at one point before Mana did her thing and well made it this. He had a hood on his face which was the scarf that his friend gave him and he wore it as almost like a charm around him as he smelled the polluted air of Detroit through his nostrils.
It smelled like steel, regrets, bad sex, and stories that had great promise that died in hellish flames. Sad that’s what happens when large scale changes happen and people can’t adapt to the situation. This Yuudeshi was about to give them a boost so to speak, and well do some renovations that would make this place the next happening thing since the Yuudeshi Network being fully operational, and Kaito being able to wield it as a weapon. Gravity had no hold on him, well since he could just regulate his own vectors if he chose and the vectors around him so that was always a nice thing. Anyway, he walked down one of the larger streets called Grand River, and it was somewhat decent, but he could see many Ghetto’s and nice places slammed next to each other as if there was a suburb and then rundown buildings next to each other, so it was obvious to him that his place had suffered for many years, and never really pulled itself out of its own hole. That was okay for Kaito he was going to do a bit of progressive demotion. So releasing a bit of his energy some of the older more rundown buildings began to crumble and fall after Kaito’s wake as he quietly kept walking down the street looking around for anything of value that could be salvaged and maybe built upon to make a nicer city that wouldn’t’ smell of shit and demonic incursions into the world.
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Subject Post 2Subject: Re: Detroit Rocked Out City Thu Jul 31, 2014 1:05 pm
Artist: Iuchi Maiko - Song: Ketsui to Kakugo - Word Count: 1940
What a day, is what ran in most people's thoughts when they realise that they bumped themselves into a troublesome place. Smells of cigarettes, dead people, gunpowder, rotten buildings, anything you can pick from the bloody list of this city called 'Detroit'. It was never a pleasant day when one comes here with its rather uncontrolled crime, and intently, returning to America was not an enjoyable place for a man to come by, a country ruled by the likes of Mana Asthavon, it brings both fear and protection to its citizens against the wrath of these very demons and Arrancar residing most parts of America with ease, but at the same time, this was once a battlefield where a human and a demon once stood against each other, and one of them defied the so-called 'darkness' for his own damned wishes of escaping it, only to be land with an utter defeat and a waking call of his regrettable action. Well, not much of a say of how the America works in its own laws and flows with the way of things has happened much like Australia, India and so on, it was no surprise if America was declined of any activity or actions and eventually having recent outbursts of fight in it.
With all the surprises going on, there was a young man that was part of one of the 'bigger' fights in the depths of New York city, and currently, travelled to Detroit for some 'fresh' air, they'd say. Well, in all of honesty, it was under a legitimate reason that he had nothing to do for the time being and decided to come back for some flashback of his own in this damned city of America ruled by a Demon Queen and some of her shadow thrones as well, and he'll be damned if he didn't come back to relive the situation he had once lost under the power gap they held against each other. Definitely, the young man never had any chance to win, not even a percentage of it ever existed in terms of their combative skills and gap in terms of power and experience, and under that reason, the young man's bounty was soon put up and currently wanted by the Shadowfall for 'opposing' or somewhat attacked the Demon Queen for various reasons.
When he made into the city of Detroit, the young man's appearance fit the description rather perfectly when he took the first step into the city, keeping himself out of the pace wihout any 'spiritual energy' to be detected, even by the sharpest eye in terms of detecting sources of energy and presence, if they only specialized in areas of detecting spiritual energy, then these people would have no hopes of detecting the pressure he constantly releases or more of a 'radiation' from his body, giving his atmosphere a little heavier than normal but still considered normal for an average human that approaches him. His hair was bright crimson red that were brushed downwards, almost covering his eyes, and standing out against most of the people that may be around the city with his rather.. open appearance that were obvious to one's eyes, and strangely, the red hair that he possesses were natural, though there were once hinted that he used to have white hair, before his personality was overridden by the situation around him and changed to strands of red hair due to his aggressive personality that changed, and became bright red ever since after his battle against the Demon Queen.
Standing about 6 feet tall in height while weighing almost in an unknown range, there was nothing else special about his height or weight, with only aggressive characteristics that he has a pair of blood red eyes, as rumors running across the land, one direct eye contact from his eyes was enough to make one's heart to be stricken down by fear against the weak-willed, and overbearing them with weight as if the moon fell across their shoulders and crushing their spine like butter using their psychological view and twisting their mentality, which he utilizes them to utterly crush their perception and bears them with weight that never existed in the first place, it was just all to induce fear and mess with their perception abilities in reality. In either way, when it comes to clothes, he seems to always wear them in a bartender-style, although he is not one, though it does hold a slight similarity to one, but he does not hold any connections with them nor did he ever became 'apart' of them either way. Giving off a sense of mischief, his appearance is nothing more than an aggressive look to keep others off of his sight and out of danger if he were ever to snap from his calmness.
One of the most noticeable characteristics among of his own appearances was the underarm crutch beside him, considering that it was heard of it being a 'prototype' from his first version or it may be the original, though to his own knowledge, he had installed a backup battery in it in case of someone turning off his I.E.B.N device in chance, also known as International Electronic Brace Network, a device whirring and screeching with power on his right wrist, with wires connecting right into his internal structure and providing him power that keeps him alive, much like a robot that requires batteries to move, but his was more of a living machine than an actual robot. His crutch almost stood to the height about the level between his chest and the neck, fitting perfectly for his own height and being able to support his weight fairly easily like a feather, that the crutch itself was enough to blow off an oversized opponents that is hundred times bigger than him and would still be left unscathed by any damage. A creation made personally for himself, it is something worth making for his own life support along the lines of his own death that was dragging near during the Australia War. It was not something dissapointing, but an achievement for himself and leaving a room to fix his mistakes.
Off with the introductions, the young man's name was Sou Yuuki, infamous for his bounty and the appearances he hold, but that is not what's important of him, that he holds strength beyond recognition, enough to surpass brawn-only people like Kenpachi, that even every strength user possible combined together, it is only theorized that those strengths combined would not be enough to keep his strength in check, since he was able to achieve the length in infinity, it was considered something powerful enough to lift an entire continent of Asia, which is the biggest continent that can be recorded in earth, and that, annihilated by his bare hands if his Infinite Strength were to ever achieve full maturity in its progression. However, such facts are not proven yet until he has fully matured the ability he once came up with, but quite some sacrifice together with it. His left hand soon placed its palms to his hair, before swiping it backwards smoothly under the heat of the great sun and it was truly hot.
Suddenly, there was a light boom of energy across the area, before he was noted that the buildings that was rather rundown and very old in terms of its age ever since it was build, collapsed to its final glory by a man who seems to be familiar when it came to the analysis of the slight pulse of energy unleashed. Using mathematical calculations, perfect equations and complex formulas to do the work on the machine itself, before impulsing the final work to his brain and give him all the information he needed by utilizing his photographic memory, also known as Perfect Memorization with a single glance, no matter how complex it may be, everything would be inserted into his brain, and when his brain is overloaded with information, it would discharge or remove informations that are considered useless such as the appearances of others and things that may not help out during combat, and it was a selective memory removal purely by his brain's will, not his own. The ability of his is what gave his brain itself a 'self-conciousness ability', that the conciousness was not Sou's self-conciousness, but its the brain's, which is able to realise its own existence and do what a brain is meant to do, a 'system' that was set up internally.
Interestingly, the results shows similar wavelengths of energy with Shadin, after a few encounters with the Beast, he was able to catch an eye on the similarities between the two individuals on the given record in his calculations and put out the required results. Indeed, in the list of his head, almost a majority of people but not all, that he had encountered, had their energy wavelengths memorized and recorded, giving him a brain full of records that may be needed in combat if possible, thus the ability to hijack anything he desires to be 'possible'. Scratching his head in annoyance, all he could think of is that there were chances that Shadin may be coming along, or if he could call him in a way, 'Mister Hero', a nickname he gave for Shadin ever since they had a 'chat' together, man-to-man. Well then, it was time for a visitation for that guy. By making predictions of the guy's location and pinpoint its coordinates, from X to Z, as in the Z would be the possible time where he would move from point to point in its calculated XY coordinate, which means from the original pulse of energy he gave off, with the Z as a calculated time, he would make a prediction where he would move from that position if he were to walk away from it.
It takes no longer than a few minutes before arriving to his destination, only to make a predicament that him and the Yuudeshi guy may bump into each other, and if so, he would see him as a brat, standing about the height of his and has a black hair, though with red-colored traits almost to Sou's, there was nothing to care about in this day. Having his hand at the Yuudeshi, his face held no response nor any expression was given, but a reply was given directly from his mouth, wihout any given hostility or any signs of violence needed, casually moving towards him as if it was just an ordinary day. "Yo, kid. Looks like you're doing some demolishing work with your power, i see. Interesting one, as expected from Shadin's brat, i wouldn't be less surprised if you were strong, but hell, i still haven't recovered from my injuries, so give me a rest from a fight."
Cracking his neck sideways with an annoyed look on his face, there is no telling why a man like Sou, who was always as aggressive as usual, would 'not fight because of his own injuries'. Well, its hard to give an explaination considering the aftermath of his fight against Mana, giving him a huge change to his own personality that made him what he is today, a fighter that is no longer someone who just breaks to insanity and fight carelessly wihout knowing his opponent first. He won't be making the same mistake twice, and won't be dying so easily. Standing with a firm figure, he stood in the midst of these rubbles of demolished buildings, only to look at the Yuudeshi wihout any apparent expression on his face as it changed from the previous annoyance that went short.
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Subject Post 3Subject: Re: Detroit Rocked Out City Fri Aug 01, 2014 8:49 pm
Artist: IA - Song: A Tale of Six Trillion Years and One Night - Word Count: 1010
An Odd source of energy popped up in his head using his AIM Fields to follow it for a little while to figure out if it was going to attack or not. Apparently the tall male looked like shit, because he was on his last limb it’d seem from the accrued damage from fighting that Kaito sighed and listened to him and shook his head when he called him Shadin’s brat. He took a breath and sighed a bit in a slight annoyance, but remained calm and figuring that he wouldn’t honestly fight, he’d not have a stance but he’d definitely be ready in the rare case he tried something. Although the impression of his disdain for even trying to rush him gave that idea that he didn’t care for battle so he’d relax a bit more before speaking.
His voice was calm and unwavering. There was a sense of control and respect within the tones”I’m not Shadin’s Brat, Shadin is a descendant yet, but I guess whatever floats your boat. I’m Kaito, I’m assuming you’re the one known as Sou Yuuki, The Nightmare. I can see why they’d call you that, I’m not here to fight either, but hearing about the buildings that needed to be demolished, I decided to give a hand, if you’d like… Join me?” There was a moment of hesitation in his request as his body language slightly showed that as well. He had a headphone in his left ear currently.
Moving his Scarf from his neck he paused for a minute thinking about what to do from here. He then took a breath shifting his weight and began to wonder what he was doing about this situation. ”Tell me something…What’s it like to fight…the Queen of Demons? Because…I met the Queen of the Sands… It was… an interesting experience to say the least.” A pause then lifting his left hand mixing Cybernetic Manipulation and Electrical he’d break the vectors within the next building causing it to crumble underneath its own weight softly sighing. He knew he had to be careful and not use too much of his power all at once, or his seal would activate and things would get dicey really quickly, because he’d be forced into one of his forms and that mean that he would have to destroy at a much more rapid pace than he wanted.
In fact, he wanted to use this time to relax and clear more of his thoughts about what people had said to him. He needed to find his inner balance there was too much going on for the young Yuudeshi. He’d say he’d help Moroi out, he wanted to find and speak to his old master Sagumi, he needed to find that Leonhardt that had disappeared from his life, and the whole situation at school and everything else being in disarray. He had so much overwhelming things in his life and yet he was calm, collected and doing some progressive demolitions of Detroit to help the city.
A soft noise of a piano came upon the music he was currently listening to becoming progressively into a synthesized keyboard and guitars. Ene was talking in his ear trying to calm him down. She had noticed he had been deep in thought lately and it wasn’t the play she was used to. She’d usually tease him, but he was so out of it that she couldn’t as she’d appear on the phone and seeing a strong enough electrical source she’d appear next to Kaito her slender arms wrapping around him from behind uncaring that Sou was watching her.
She didn’t speak to Sou but spoke just loud enough to Kaito for him to hear her and nod quietly as she’d slip back into the phone and disappear playing the music to soothe his soul a bit. ”I’m going to continue now with the demolitions, if you’re following be careful.” He’d say focusing as his red eyes seemed to become clearer as he focused his emotions into the demolitions trying to leave his feelings as the way that he carved out the land. He would destroy this city and then one day build it a new with the hope that one day it would prosper like Home… What was home now that he was really just a stranger now. What was his purpose in this life now since he was just wandering more and more upon the destroyed grounds.
Is this what self-discovery is like for everything? He’d ask himself in his head. A breath passed his lips, and he was certain of one thing however, he wasn’t sure on what he was doing nor what his life held, but he was sure he wanted to become not just stronger, but.. .a good person, and wavering on that line of neutrality didn’t make sense to him, but it was what he knew how to survive. What he needed honestly was a direction to look forward to. It was slightly disconcerting that he wasn’t sure on anything in the mind of Kaito, but he was sure that he would figure something out soon. He was smart and he could trust that he would figure out soon. Although the main worry was that he wouldn’t figure anything out.
That slightly annoyed the young Yuudeshi who was trying his best to figure things out, and nothing was making sense in neither his head nor his heart. It had seemed there was a disconnect between the two and he recognized this, but he couldn’t fix it. He knew he couldn’t on his own, and the people he trusted; besides his family had disappeared on him. How was he expected to grow without the proper support he’d think to himself destroying another building with another blast of his energy. Just the emotions were starting to hit him harder, and he was trying to hide them from the stranger as the scarf went back to that hood formation as his face lost that sense of kindness going into a neutral cold expression now.
There's that, the greetings that exchanged was nothing more than a typical greet in the day between the two, the Yuudeshi and himself. As awkward as it seems to him, Sou was pretty much used to these sorts of situations considering how long he has been within the warfare alone. Its much like a lonely shadow that nobody wants to contact with, it was not surprising if Sou himself was not sociable person and prefers to get things done with fists alone wihout much blaberring from their mouths, and to his given situation that he has no relatives, comrades and anything you can think of to even become an acquaintance of this man, it was absolutely zero, isolation from relationships ranging from friends to family, this was a kind of person he was throughout his entire life as a 'person', moving from time to time, his isolation and distrust to everything around him never really changes even after he was brutally defeated twice wihout hesitations that may brought him to his own death.
It was never the greatest time of his life to meet someone so cool about these things, that some people may have retaliated with the likes of his own when appearing in front of the so-called 'enemy' of theirs, even if they don't show any threatening poses or aura to keep them on guard, they would never know for someone who had more than enough experience to repel these intents away and keep their senses on guard against his, further swiping away the fields of experiencing these intents of killing, radiating from the likes of the Nightmare who once cleared more than a thousand people, including childrens and women which was never satisfying to his own desires of experiencing such cruel world presenting to his own eyes in terms to the situation given to his own and to open his eyes only to feel the only experience known as pain, regret and death.
Although, to him, fighting the Demon Queen was just entirely one-sided against him, like an ant fighting against a boot bigger than its own, it was clear that it was a total loss. Thinking that darkness may be the root of his own faults with what drives him so far, that to him, good and evil exists, and the light that presented to him was all but false hopes that crushes him into nothing but dusts. Regret to those who he've killed, fear of the inability to protect others around him and the pain of struggling with the insanity that drives him so deep into the corner that his mind would bend and twist, distorting the world around him and corrupt his mind to the level of where they would call, the 'insanity'. Something that has always kept him the 'Nightmare' for a long time was because of his insane personality, always having a large grin across his lips and sarcastically laughing to strike fear to his victims. That was the man he was in the past and it was never a pleasant experience to deal with when reminded of his old self that made the same mistake twice, and only the close encounter with death was the only thing that woke him up, eyes peeled open to reality before he knew it.
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What drove his attitude here was nothing more than the dark past, so dramatic that it was hard to believe when heard, that his personality became twisted under the fact of the society, trembling in fear and rejecting his existence for being 'different'. In his childhood days, there was nothing more than a solitude, locked away from the outside world over the fear of more rejection, developing with odd strength that had no way to be comprehended, unintentionally harming the childrens of his own age because of his inability to control it and indeed, everything.. and everyone.. was the same against him. They speak kindly to him, gave him advice, showing him the true path and such, but to him, these kind intentions were nothing else but a fakery to put a test to his abilities, and in his teenage years after he was 13, his mind became more aggressive, showing physical violence and went as far as to break a wall to vent his anger, and harming people of his age when he was not delighted with their attitude against him.
Various people tried to keep him under control, but efforts wasted when it comes to his personality and his strength, enabling him to make an enough effort to gush out one's skull wihout even an issue of it. All that resides from the fear inside of him, the regrets of his own mistakes, and soon came to a conclusion as he grew older. Strength, blood, fight, and that conclusion was to fight, as many times as he could, against the strongest beings he could search for in order to achieve greater power above everything else, and use it to destroy that 'darkness' which gave him such power to keep him in solitude, and made everyone around him to reject him because of their own fear. He needed power to gain respect, to let others know that he could control it and use it well to protect his friends, that if so, he could become the 'hero' he always wished for to gain, and that goal, soon became more and more twisted as he fought, and began to underestimate his opponents with more power he gained in his fights so far. Not a par, not a mock fight, all are nothing but pure bloodsoaked battle, causing an intense destruction against everything around him and killed more people than he can account for, and soon broke his sanity to even stay straight anymore, before realising, the path to turn back, was gone.
Why? The question ran to his mind every single time he thought of his own actions, and regretted for all the deeds he had done, even going through hell of a breakdown to redeem these lost lives he took with his own bare hands, all that ended up in a failure. Indeed, even with such things, it was hard to imagine something as exaggerating as death itself, with a slight scratch in the head, Sou could only make a short reply to Kaito's question about the feeling of brawling with the Queen of Demons, only with a slight tone of annoyance before letting out a sigh, "Entertaining yet a feeling where you're ultimately close to death. A human like me is nowhere standing on her level, so if you're asking me how it truly feels about fighting her, it feels like you've been dragged to the pits of hell."
Jerking backwards and supporting himself with the crutch as the demolition was further continued, or rather, a slender figure of a woman that appeared was never paid even the slightest of an attention by him, with his face only to face upwards against the sky, more crumbling sounds of the building came down from its former glory that once packed with civilians who lived in there. He had no intentions of helping him out, leaving him to do his own things with an empty expression across his face. Dwelling into his own painful past that he would never want to experience it anymore that craved his heart into two, it was never something he wanted to re-enact in life, not anymore with how he much he had came by with enough power and the amount of effort he came into these progressions. Well, it was hard to get things on the run with the current situation, that not everything would go so well accordingly when he came into silence after finishing the talk he needed to reply of.