A Newcomer Descends [ Brazil, Lionus ]

Sat Jan 03, 2015 11:04 am

Artist: N/A - Song: N/A - Word Count: 999

Ah.. It reeks so much of so many young mortals in Brazil, crowded with the remains of what's left since the previous destruction in this country, now seemingly rebuilt themselves back to where it belonged, well, most of them does. Yet, such a child wandered this soulless city that can't be considered too 'alive' as well, with her own condition to cast off such things to even care. Yes, what had belonged to the sky came to the earth, and what belonged to the earth goes to the sky. Sounds terribly confusing, but in said, the reincarnation of one's former life and the death of one's current life, has that been a 'word', a young girl surpassed the reality that has set it up for her, the capability almost akin to that of a God's, the inability to die by means of being killed, and the inability to 'pass on' to the soul cycle as well, as her death would become permanent if so her 'life' is damaged. By 'her', was no one else but this little girl standing in the midst of Brazil, her entire body covered under a cloak, blew upwards by the breeze as her appearance was merely shielded from the eyes of the public, her short 4 feet tall height made many wary of her existence, and not she 'is', but what she 'isn't'. So full of mysteries, nobody knew what eyes had locked onto her, with that small, fragile body that emits spiritual energy that seems to differ from vizards and shinigamis, so demonic yet it had a prickling feeling of an Iramasha, yes, it is a Devil Iramasha that step foot to this forsaken land, and infamously known for it to be the traitor of the demons that Touketsu had created. However, herself isn't here to 'make peace' with Shadowfall, but arriving for her own purpose.

Hop off to the introduction of how she looks, her name is Zwei Yuki, which 'Zwei' in german is 'Second', and Yuki in japanese is 'Snow', in full, 'Second Snow' is the meaning for it. However, this isn't what she is here for, but simply put, she arrived to Brazil not because of needing to bicker or fight with so much of that energetic ego of hers, but to make herself.. at home. She knew the fate of Monsuta, that herself had a little acquaintances in that very string of family, Sting and Azuma is one of the well-known people she had met in the past, and both of them placed up some splendid action in that case. In her privilege as acquaintances, it would be a mere disrespect for people she had met long ago before Monsuta was even created in the first place. Her ears being clear that her so-called 'comrades' are in a pinch in dealing with what had happened recently in Australia, she may as well lend a hand, whether she is a vizard or an Iramasha, race is needless for what requires the warmth of a single hand. it isn't a kindness or some comradeship going on around, but more to say, it was solely for respect to both of those people she knew. With the fatal blow to the organization's name, it is time for her own appearance to become public and help the family itself grow in power, let many tremble in fear upon hearing its name, let darkness consume the light that called themselves heroes and trample upon its name, this is what she seeked for this 'Monsuta', its name that once rose to the top now handed down to a new leader, fallen after a certain leader's leave, and its territory stolen from many of those who participated in that fight.

To burn or to crumble, this isn't the decision that the world makes, this is the decision of the people that makes up the home. Demons or whatsoever, Zwei didn't care if she becomes a 'slave' to this organization, or its underling, as long as she has her own power to make it rise its name to the peak of the mountain, she would care less. Some people call her a God, and some call her a mortal, but she is neither, because she is one who surpassed the boundaries that tied life and death, leaped upon the gap and made her own. Striking resemblance to those met her, knowingly the once infamous, now dead human called the Nightmare, had she hold the face that can be compared to the young man's with similar traits that they held, no associations or blood held between them. She isn't a rampaging monster that solely concentrates on her own survival, but the darkness that empowers its kind, and Monsuta was the start of that growth. Burn and crack, inhaling with her soft lips and tiny stature, strength gathered and pressure rose around her, and with a deafening yell across Brazil, a young girl now made her first presence and name known to mankind, the Reincarnation has returned.

"MONSUTAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!"

Those small lips of hers, and that tiny body, was enough to hold a force that shouts like an explosion that can overpower even for a building collapsing in front of her. A yell enough to keep itself concentrated to not destroy its surroundings and shatter its windows, it held a frequency of her own yell to keep it safe from causing any damages to any being or objects, only creating a 'voice' to the standing country and to make use of her own presence. It wasn't a challenge, nor was it the craving to fight, it was a yell to 'call' its people and meet her. As it may be taken as a threat, she doesn't join as an enemy, but now, their newest ally that has asunder in this very ground, and stands her own ground to make her own greetings. It was.. the beginning of a new bridge built between herself and the home that stands in the many crowds of hell.

Mon Jan 26, 2015 11:53 am

Artist: Air gear OST II - Song: Fear 4 Terror - Word Count: - 1190

Tap tap tap. Every second moment the passing tides of euphoria came lashing out. Moans of pleasure and bliss, and always ... the tapping. Crying and promises of it all being over soon ... that it would be, but not by these peoples design, not how they intended. His white hair blew with the wind as he watched these beings entangle into one, the act of love spreading across the sheets as they proceeded before this man. He watched, so callously, his finger always tapping the glass filled with water beside him, the devilish glare and sharp toothed smile sitting there. These 2 people, these lovers proceed with their act, scared and watching the man. He sat cross legged never moving... well .... not until it was time.

As a cry of pleasure ripped out filling the air another sound would be heard, a gurgle of pain and chocking. Above this woman shed see the white haired watcher sitting over the top of her lover, his knife driving and carving into the back of his neck, slowly letting this man choke on his own blood. The woman tried to let out a scream and draw away from this scene but within that very moment it would feel like the very atmosphere itself would enclose on her, like the air shifted itself around her.... before crushing her to nothing, her head burst inwards blood flying forth from it like a juice box exploding outwards. It sprayed over this entire area drenching both this man and his executioner in its bloody glow. But this man who's hair was now stained red would never stop gazing away from his victim, no he'd begin slowly kissing at his neck, suckling at the wound that blood poured from. He watched until this mans eyes grew white and he literally drowned in his own blood, collapsing onto the bed bellow .... and what would he do then? he'd sink his teeth into the mans flesh caressing his body as he tore him open and sank his fangs into his target.

But something would make the man stop cold, the only thing he would do was laugh, a laugh that resonated like a knife to cut the silence. A word he knew so well that someone screaming it out was just perfect for him. This place had become the spawning place for those who were different, those who were dangerous and twisted and those who needed a home, they lived alongside their brethren and he was at its head. He walked from this place, still drenched in the slowly drying blood, his bare feet hit the ground below drawing him closer and closer, until he reached it. Placing his hand out he swung open this door stepping out onto his balcony to look down below at this newcomer. He knew exactly who she was, he knew she was here and he damn sure knew why. His cybermind had collected data over years and years relaying all information on this person available to him, an enigma for sure but Zwei yuki was not a nobody, she had shown her darkness in the past and he loved it.

This girl was like him to an extent, though her mind seemed much more stable. This man however was warped and defined as something outside of sanity .... he was simply there and that's what he'd remain. And now he stood facing this girl, the only piece of clothing attached to him being his large white coat, now dyed a shade of red due to his extracurricular activities, the man from head to toe was filthy and he loved every moment of it. Slowly he began to put on the pants he held within his hand Taking extra time to drag them up feeling his legs as he went, taking in every pleasure filled touch he gave. As he finally got them on he began leaning over his balcony to look at the street below and this small child who had been named as one of his elites quickly after her arrival.

Now isn't this a surprise, if i known i was going to be entertaining id have freshened up a bit for ya~ though from that stench of filth and pure darkness i can already tell your going to be a favorite of mine <3 The garbage can and the nutcase spoke of you, tell me does it feel nice to have attachments, i mean i love attaching to things but honestly I have to much fun beating their brains in during .... its a problem i have.~

His words were twisted decaying, as he stood it was like his attention to this girl was drifting. slowly began trailing of into his own being caressing his forearm before bringing it to his mouth and sinking his fangs into his wrist just above his veins, the blood split out into his mouth, but to this man he had never really feared injury he usually just ended up using his own experiments to fix himself up, if not just rearrange and reform his cells with his powers which also did the job. Something to worry about though, was the being that now touched zwei from the behind, his hands enclosing onto her hips, his hed leaning in to nuzzle onto her shoulder. It was obvious this being was already kneeling down so he was at the girls height, the hair of the man blowing in the breeze ... the white crimsoned stained hair.

This being was the exact same as the one who stood on the balcony above from clothes to body, they were one in the same. Was it speed? no it was truly as though there were two of him, one stood up above smiling down as the other caressed this little girl. The man was never one to stop at the limitations of sickening acts, and to him pedophilia was just a new thing to try. So as he moved his hands across her hips hed let his snake like touch whisper out to this girls ear, letting her know that he was not simply another being that she would meet, he was not like azuma, not like sting, he was like no-one ever before him.

You know your not bad for a toddler, i can see why azuma wants to ram you full of his meat ... i still find it disgusting and he can only be compared to the sickest of minds .... like Iriko crow <3 that hunk of man~.... He makes me moist just thinking what hes doing to that whore that is mana's little "Sister." ya know if your were 10 inches shorter and 5 times more whoreish i may even consider it myself... I'm Tora Lionus love welcome to my hell <3

And with that Tora rose letting go of the girl as he stepped backwards opening his arms wide as his cells began to shift, the being above upon his balcony dissipating and flying down to rejoin its two bodies into one. And with that his welcome to this girl was made.

Fri Jan 30, 2015 5:41 am

Artist: N/A - Song: N/A - Word Count: 1531

Oh? Had a chicken crossed the road. Fingers crossed, this filth of a place was not some criminal activity for Sherlock Holmes, neither would she catch a glimpse of the stain of blood trying to paint the streets with its beauty. Comparatively, the similarity between them are both in a more insane-nature, but Zwei herself was able to keep that away into a perspective and make more decisive paths without ruining her own plans. What a show to clear? Walking in the streets is like exploring an unknown dungeon full of things that she doesn't even know, or some people that needlessly get their own witty way on her petite body. How weak had this land offered to her, with this undying being walking across the road, any weapons swung, shot, blast or even decapitate her? Well, all of them would only leave a hole right through it, and replenish itself with pale-white substance that stretches itself back into its unharmed state, just as if her body were made out of liquid, but instead, a unique substance solely for her and her only, and anyone that attempts to absorb these weird substances would only have their body broken down from the inside slowly, regardless of how defensive they were against it, as long as they cannot perceive or understand these things that cannot be applied 'normally' using common mathematical calculations as they are completely out of the world of physics, dimensions and the universe itself, to perceive it as 'among the world' is nothing more than a joke saying that a fly is your father.

What a clear insight of his words, just like a man who dug his brain out before it was even real. That twisted insanity, far beyond even that of a mortal's who easily broke down from just a few words, this one took it far to a whole new level, or even, bypassed the dimensions of 'logic' and 'sanity' itself, that twisted ego of his would only flip an odd switch in her being itself, thought of a way that his undying, blood that flows out of his flesh could never be less than an entertaining show to put up and see how much he was able to bleed dry. Crumbs of his droplets that falls on the floor would leave a tingle in her soft spot, brain pulsating at that very feeling alone before she left a grin on her lips, eyes seems to break into an infinite darkness, just like an infinite being she was with that power of hers, no matter how many times she was killed, it took her no sweat before the body was built back to the shape it was once in. Zwei was never presumed as an actual 'God', nor can she stand the same level of omnipotence of its existence, but with almost a nigh-infinite level of her production in her so-called 'Dark Matter', dying becomes an impossibility for those who cannot figure out her weakness of being killed, that is, her soul that resides within the shell.

"Garbage can and nutcase? You meant those two mortals? Well, i don't feel like i had any further business to deal with them as an acquaintance. To have an attachment with those two people doesn't concern much for me. Slice them, cut them, decapitate them from limb to limb, and i shall not care for those who are nothing less than a worthless fly who can't serve even the simplest of duties i can offer, even if they are the closest to me. A 'God' like me doesn't seem simpletons like those two to offer some big service, as i just fought or helped them before, nothing more or less have i hold any sort of bonds to them, so don't get the wrong idea about either of us."

She kept her topic clean, steady and sane for ears to hear her words, with God-esque flowing in her veins, she would care less of what have others put up a judgement against her, even the leader alone that she does not care. Herself has gained a nigh-infinite power to supply her enough to live forever without the need to die or age, change her body as much as she wants to, from an adult to a child, such tasks was nothing more than trying to cut a paper with a pair of scissors. Family, friends, comrades, those things were not needed for her, to become a slave for this organization or some puppet for it, an immortal being like herself can shed her own skin and break free from those grasps before they even know it, and for someone who can live just from her own power, it was no wonder that she has grown corrupted by it, cocky enough to refer herself as a 'God' and play amongst these existence as apart of the world alone. She can build her own people, and walk with it, without the feelings or emotions to put it in a sort of reaction to say 'her people has died with honor' or some bullshit going around the lines. Whether or not if the people she met, Sting and Azuma, has a type of 'feelings' for her, it is up to them to make their own decisions, as Zwei herself has never tried paying attention to mortals like them, it would be an easy task to shake her head and move along, cut them down if they are in the way, and destroy them if they are categorized as enemies that should be properly disposed with her bare hands.

Her body yanked, when the man she sees on the balcony, appeared behind her with no relays. She had wondered, in that moment of surprise alone, she was not sure what to give her reaction. Was it an afterimage? Well, she couldn't more or less figure it out, to define his speed was something to cross out, since Zwei herself knew his spiritual power had not faltered or move an inch out of that balcony, and how was he able to slide out of her detection without her noticing? She can't perceive this as an illusion as well, but in all honesty, there was no gold time to spend to be surprised at this phenomena she has encountered, with her face kept itself strict from relaying any expression in this element of surprise, before she figures out the meaning of this, she remained her position with what had this beast of a man, tora, was trying to use his faulty hands to have touched her body like it was nothing. Her body was emitting white-like substance from her skin, lightly, of course, almost divisible to the eye by how small it is compared to a strand of a hair flowing right out of her body, energy that even with the best brains out there, would not be able to comprehend the existence or destroy these powers if they use calculations or even physics that are of the 3rd Dimension.

Had she let him caress her body as much as he wants, Zwei would only leave a short glance back and shifted back to the front, her grin broken from its loose grasps and now into a more.. serious tone drawn across her lips. Her egoistic personality of a 'God', was taken in this conversation once again. "I am not here to satisfy your sexual needs, leader-san. Besides, if people like Azuma can ram his so-called 'meat' on me, he would've lost it before he even has it attached to his body, because mortals like him wouldn't be proven useful for me anymore for his.. rashly actions. Whatever you would say, i don't care how you think or feel to other people's businesses, as i have no means of trying to interpret what you try to mean with those words of yours, but i would say that you should keep those words clean. If you want to try new means of sexual harassment, you can try someone else since i have no such time to keep you occupied today."

Her eyes only shifted back and forth to observe her surroundings, body swirling with all of that energy while keeping it at its minimum, keeping this conversation non-hostile to keep a distinctive neutrality between the two individuals. Sighing softly, shaking her head from all of that headache of dealing from people to people everyday, she would only bother herself with a few words before she moved out of the way after tora had rebuilt himself back from stitching his gruesome body with the bubbling cells, into a single piece where she didn't need to deal with an extra headache having two people just resonating the same, pathetic words of a mortal that she can't even concur. Keeping her own calm at this point, she cleared out her throat before proceeding with her words.

"Appearance doesn't matter all that much to me, a 'God' like myself doesn't need to have a 'face' to be the 'existence' you wish for. I came here as an ally of your people and discuss our approach after i joined your organization, not here to hear your preferences with childrens."

[THEFROST] · Fri Mar 27, 2015 11:06 am

Artist: Air gear OST II - Song: Fear 4 Terror - Word Count: - 1190

Aww its sweet, and succulent. And it not only does it speak but it approves of my habits <3 you may just grow into something i could ram my knife into all day .... zwei~. Do you know why i don't kill those who are here? why i don't butcher sting within his sleep and crucify Azuma gently ramming my ... "pole" in and out of every cut i make? why i don't kill all the children before tasting their corpses and why, well why i didn't crush the soul inside your shell.

It was simplistic approach to defining this girl, a being who's strength lay within healing her body usually it was the soul that would suffer the most, even the great devil iramasha Alucard could not live without a soul. This girl was different though, Tora could perceive it from the moment she first stepped foot onto his soil. She held within her a different kind of energy one of an origin even he wouldn't try to comprehend but he knew exactly who it reminded him of. His hands began shifting as he stood apart from her, leaning upon a simple light post near him, his intent questionable to say the least. It seemed like his attention to this girl was only second rung, instead his true attention lie in the bones that lay beneath his skin. Slowly he began pulling upon his right wrist before completely snapping the wrist bone. The man reeled over his teeth grinding one another, droplets of sweat forming at his brow and foam formed at his mouth as the defining pain sunk in. His eyes turned to the girl before grabbing it again and shifting the bone back in with a memorable crack resonating.

His eyes wandered, over the girl his shit eating grin almost making every bit of his face. he stepped forth bones cracking in his body from the vibrations on his bones snapping them all out of place, it was like listening to someone cracking through a nut shell. Constant breaking sounds moving through the air. And then silence, followed by the surreal moment ahead of them, his hands were soft smooth palms like a silky babies bottom, as though he'd never seen a day of labor in his life ... but the truth was his labor was digging those very fingers into cuts, tearing muscle away as he pulled their organs through their new entry. And where that palms sat now was on the cheek of this girl, the arm behind it twisted and out of place, the bones bending in at least four different directions, the white cartilage poking through the skin. The arm was fucked but he held it strong, letting the pristine hand stroke beneath the woman's eye.

Mmm~ can you hear that? third column down your spine, it twitches cracks with each step, out of place ready to be snapped. Your ribs third and fourth pulsate with your heart beat as it comes from between them, or maybe its your jaw, it clicks every 3rd word almost like it were aching to be dislodged <3 ... minor but sweet all the same~ tiny thing in fact, but its the little things mortals and the undying share~ you don't fear me and i don't want you too~, i however fear, i break at pain and i am nothing but a bitch waiting for the next rod to suck on and the next heart to sink my teeth into... purely mortal <3.

With the words said it was like he lost all care for this person, all need for her to be here. She may think herself a god but the truth was simple in Tora's mind, for the fact was that the "irreplaceable" where things you didn't need, things that once lost destroys everything. He didn't want a new irreplaceable piece, he wanted a pawn that i she fell would be carried on by her brothers and sisters, a cog that kept the machine running. He wasn't a true king, he was nothing a mere ideal that when it was gone still continued ... still broke everything that was loved apart, they were equal, just like everyone else withing this pitiful world that hid from the chaos.

Speak of killing my pets, and my future cadavers ever again i will suck your soul from your body with my hogyoku, i will put you inside me <3 and i will break myself till even i cry in terror <3 trust me ill get dripping wet from the whole experience~ but you i'll let feel every ounce of pain and fear that i do~ None are more worthless than a god <3 your less than a fly, an existence that means and will forever be nothing, as long as you keep bitching like a schoolgirl throwing her tantrums cause she "deserves to be a special snowflake <3." You are special... to me at least love~ but know superiority over us means nothing here we are all mutts who cling to evil <3 if you want to speak with me of what comes next then speak, i don't have all day for whores who think they are worth more than the five dollar bill i lay before them. Though i do like your voice~ i may tear out your vocal chords and put em in me if we get time <3

The harsh speech was followed the only way one could expect from a homicidal maniac, him skipping like a child in an odd circle around this girl his head bobbing towards the ground bellow his cackling and humored laugh sitting behind his reddened teeth. The purest of evil within him was something that made those who proclaimed themselves true monsters look pathetic, the maniacal within him was as though he was hopped up on something ready to snap and break every moment that he wished, a psyche of broken and unknown. And the laugh showed it, to the point it literally began to hurt ... began to bleed. It dribbled down his mouth, his very lungs looking like they may be collapsing slightly under his own amusement ... he was truly happy <3.

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