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The Frozen Queen and the False Hero. [Mizore and Kakeru]
Sat Jul 27, 2013 11:05 pm
Kakeru was just honestly wondering around and minding his own business as he stumbled upon this frozen gem of a place, it looked like someone put a hell of a lot of work into the palace that was this significantly beautiful. He wondered who made this kind of work, and then he realized maybe he was in the wrong place at the right time, but he didn't care right now, he was honestly checking everything out about this place, because if he didn't that would be a goddamn shame to not appreciate the goods I mean everything was a perfect winter wonderland that only someone like Kakeru could appreciate as he was that kind of man to look at beauty at the face value and enjoy each layer as Order dictated. This was definitely outside of the norms for Kakeru to do this anyway, he wasn't a kind of person who would honestly just go wandering around the human world so for him to find this little gem because of an unintentional mistake warping with Tachyons he appeared here in this place without no recourse on what he was going to do about the situation at hand which was getting back to course, but that meant running away from the beautiful structures of ice it looked like people were really in there, but what could he know there could of been real people there, but he didn't care at the moment they were simply beautiful. He liked the design of the place as his jolting sapphire jacket kind of moved in the wind a bit. He had on black jeans and a black long sleeve shirt and his hands had the wraps on them that soon feel off as he placed his gloves on because it was getting kind of cool, but he was just doing this because he recognized there was a real threat in the area, but he couldn't place it just yet, but he knew it was strong and that it would probably go after him, and well he wouldn't just let himself go get killed now. So taking a breath he'd summon his Sacred Yukianesa and prepare her to use her normal ice and not his stronger form of Ice, no need to go overboard when you don't know what the threat can do. So after he summoned his weapon the wind whipped up a bit around him as that ice cold nature of Ikari was seeping over a bit, as his eyes went a colder Green, but there was still a chance of his kindness to seep out because if he had to fight he wanted to do it willingly, and that meant he would be doing this in self defense and not in a murderous rage that some people do. It was sad though that he was here like this fighting, or maybe he'd be able to talk them down, but it would be worth the reasoning to be ready to fight in the case he would be attacked. As he'd begin to scan around him he did wonder why his senses kicked into overdrive like that for. It was strange for him to do. What could he do in this situation if he was attacked? He could fight damn hard to do what he needed to do, what if this person was resistant to Ice? what if this person used ice as well? Those were viable questions because he was in a cold area and it was obvious the person who created this area was a super high user of Ice, like he was and was definitely capable of using it to the extent that was considered to be like him. He hoped that he wouldn't lose what he held dear to himself here, but he hoped that maybe a solution of cloture could be considered and that there would be no fighting, but for now Yukianesa's hilt rested in the right hand of Kakeru and his left hand dancing just above the handle ready to strike out if he needed to. He was serious and focused, and there was one thing on his mind though that bothered him, what if he was captured? Would he be able to get out, or would he have to suffer for a mistake that originally drew him here, either way things were sure to get quite arctic in this frozen land soon enough. Kakeru wondered how polar was this person compared to his cool personality, and his ice that was so cold it was simply through the marrow of the bones of humans and other things tied to humans. "K'soh... someone is coming soon, I can feel it, but why are they coming here for? Am I trespassing or something? I don't like the feelings I'm getting so far from the facts of this, although it's simply beautiful here I wish I could spend time here when I don't have missions." He'd say softly in curiosity, and as well as excitement, although there were lingering thoughts that were clouding the look on his face to a serious tone. ''I am the cold steel, the blade that will restore balance to this world, Nox Nyctores Yukianesa Activate!'' |
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Re: The Frozen Queen and the False Hero. [Mizore and Kakeru]
Sun Jul 28, 2013 7:47 am
Artist: My Chemical Romance - Song: Blood - Word Count:
Over the vast terrains and climates of the human realm, there was an endless differentiation when it came to what one could find when looking for a place to settle down. There were expansive, sweeping deserts. Blistering, uncomfortable, and uninhabitable to most. There were gargantuan, empty plains of ice. Harsh and lethal to the uninitiated. There were vast cities above water, giant hidden bases under water. Teeming with life and buzzing with the activity of the various groups and citizens with unique views, causes, and interests that occupied them.
So.. with so many choices.. how could one possibly be expected to decide?
The real question is...
Why decide at all?
This was the thought process that led to the creation of intruding and out of place structure currently dominating the center of the Amazon Rainforest. Normally, the Amazon was a murky and humid place. Tropically warm, and equally humid. The very air seemed to stick to your very skin, and despite all the moisture in the air, the conditions made it exceptionally easy to get dehydrated. The trees of this forest stretched high into the air, the canopies blanketing the sky above and making navigating by the sun's position nigh impossible. Food was scarce, and hidden among the different poisons and such that impersonated the few edible things within the terrain. Besides, if the natural causes didn't get to you, the wildlife would. The forest has adapted to noting foreign presences, quickly and systematically eliminating them as they came.
Unless... you found a way around this.
With time, and effort, a large clearing was made in the exact middle of the rainforest was made. From the center of that clearing, a tower began to emerge. Then another, then another... until finally, a variable fortress had emerged. A monolithic colossus of architecture and engineering. This fortress was made, not from stone or metal, but from ice. The fortress seemed impenetrable. No cracks, no flaws, no weak points in the design.. it was a perfect build. An awe-inspiring marvel of construction, despite the fragile nature of ice itself.
No one exemplified that duality in its essence better than the creator of said fortress: Mizore Chikara.
The girl, relatively young compared to some other souls you might see, stood at only five feet and one inch in height. She was slim, and frail-looking, and dressed to match, wearing baggy shirts that seemed to utterly dwarf her torso and usually skirts that showed off her legs, and the shortness thereof. Her trimmed, blue hair framed her pale face, and her arms hung idly at her sides. Any being who saw her without knowing her would think her to be just an average, albeit scrawny, girl. A being who couldn't possibly pose much of a threat, especially going by the fact that she appeared to not output any spiritual pressure whatsoever.
But, like her home made of ice, this was all a facade.
Underneath the frailty was a woman who had spent decades of her life planning, fighting, training, and working simply to make sure that she would never be bested. To make sure she was perfectly capable of matching any and all opponents who might meet her in battle. To make sure she would follow the footsteps of those who attempted before her to bring down the corruption and the cruelty at the very heart of the spiritual world.. Only with one alteration. She, unlike them, would not fail.
Her blue eyes held only daggers for those around her. She had but one equal, one exception. Everyone else was regarded as lesser. As inferior. As vermin. This had always been her code. If you weren't worthy of her time, you weren't worthy of being regarded as a sentient being beyond the scum of the very earth itself.
It was for this reason, among others, that Mizore chose such a secluded place for such an unlikely addition. Very few trekked into the density of the Amazon, and fewer still made it longer than a day before returning out of fear, or succumbing to the lethality of the jungle itself. It was the perfect spot for a secluded hideaway, a reclusive safe haven in the middle of a strategic hell for one who had too much riding on her own safety, and the safety of her family, to risk them anywhere else besides the safest possible place for them.
And although this place was made to be free from other beings, regardless of race or purpose, unless Mizore invited them...
It seemed on this day... they had a small vermin problem...
Mizore had felt the spiritual pressure of the being as soon as it had entered. The walls of her palace were good for that, if nothing else. Much like sound echoes in an acoustic room, so too does a spiritual signature echo through the halls of her castle.
She walked slowly, methodically, as if each and every step was planned and pre-meditated.. As if the smallest slip would compromise her whole position, and put herself in danger. This may have very well been the case, in fact. With a soft sigh, Mizore slipped her left hand into the pocket of her skirt, her right hand dangling idly by her side as she stepped into the entryway to the main hall, stopping before turning her whole body to the side to face the interloper, seeming to glide over the ground as she took a few more steps forward. Her every action radiated with forethought and grace, and as she stopped moving, there was but ten yards of distance left between herself and the invader.
Slowly, her head tilted to the side, her piercing gaze focusing directly on the man in front of her, observing him silently as her mouth moved slowly, the only sound in the room being the echoing “clack” of the lollipop currently in Mizore's mouth knocking against her teeth, the stick protruding from the side of her lips. Without but a word, Mizore let out a sigh, the walls of the ice fortress behind her seeming to.. change and shift..
And so they were.. And even as Mizore's head returned to its upright position, a multitude, seemingly exponential, of icy spikes began forming on the walls behind her, each and every one pointing their sharp and fatal points directly at the pest before her. Mizore's gaze cast upward for a single moment as the temperature of the room began to drastically decrease, far below what was survivable for a human, or even those of low power among the spiritual, all of this happening without Mizore's spiritual energy so much as spiking. However.. it seemed this particular bug was neither human, nor powerless, as the cold didn't seem to do as much as Mizore had hoped. Instead of attempting anything else for the moment, Mizore simply let her left hand fall out of her pocket, hanging next to her in the same fashion as her right, as her gaze returned to the vermin who had found her home this day.
“Who.. are you? And why are you here? Answer quickly, before I perform my right as defender of this household and extinguish your miserable existence....” She asked slowly, softly, her voice not raising nor intensifying. There was a chilling, sinister air to her gentle tone.. Anyone with a sense of perception could easily tell that there was just something.. off about it. Even as Mizore finished her questions, she gestured around herself at the various statues that decorated the room. Each one was different. Some were dressed in robes, others in civilian clothing, others still stuck in some demonic or animalistic form. Although they all shared one similarity.. the realism in their design, and the look of absolute horror on the face of each and every one of them.
“..And before you answer, consider that each and every one of the sculpted masterpieces you see before you is one such as yourself. An insect who overstepped their boundaries to seek combat, or living territory, or reprieve from some enemy unknown to me. If you are here for any of these reasons.. I assure you, the same fate will befall you as well. So choose your words delicately..” She finished, her icy tone seeming to translate into the very atmosphere, as the temperature dropped even further, well below zero at this point.
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I envy because of the heart.
I glutton because of the heart.
I covet because of the heart.
I am prideful because of the heart.
I sloth because of the heart.
I rage because of the heart.
Because of the heart...
I lust for everything about you.
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I glutton because of the heart.
I covet because of the heart.
I am prideful because of the heart.
I sloth because of the heart.
I rage because of the heart.
Because of the heart...
I lust for everything about you.
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