The Torch Goes Cold. [Azures Memorial/ Funeral Service]

[THEFROST] · Sat Jul 30, 2016 9:05 pm

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Artist: Undertale OST - Song: Your Best Friend - Word Count: 914

In the Room , there was a crushing atmosphere of desolation and loss. Every member had their heads bowed in respect to the man who had given his all, through life, and even in death for his organization. The black casket with gilded wings stood firmly shut. Many thought this was because azure had gone down to his last breath fighting, or at least that was the story blackheart had spun, not wanting anyone to know the truth. Searching through the ruins of the moon, he hadn’t found a body, and as one of the unknown that had followed him, and would keep upholding his ideals even past his untimely demise. He just couldn’t let the fact that this casket was as empty as everyone else felt. Which was why with azure’s picture frame propped up on a stand behind the casket, and the room lit only by the flickering candles, there was no electricity, no thrum of power, the vanguard for now had every member. Even those who normally defended against attack, attended.

Some cries could be heard throughout the crowd, eyes blinking back tears, and even the looks of shock, disbelief and betrayal, No one quite knew what to make of this situation, no one had even thought that something like this would happen. Sure azure had his own problems, like everyone else. But he had been a guiding example, he would lead through example often, rather than leading through his words. To many he was more than a mere leader, he was a role-model, someone they aspired to be, or even the reason that they continued day in and day out to battle the odds, to fight against the rampant evil and neglect of the world, fighting to set things right, to make it better for humanity. Iceland had been a part of that plan, and now what had happened? The torch it had gone cold, there was no more light that would lead them through the dark, at least temporarily the vanguard had been cast adrift.

Blackheart had exhaled and gathered his own wits about him, he too had been hit hard by the loss, and as he listened to people say their peace about their deceased leader. He couldn’t but wonder in dismay how things had gotten so bad. What could have been done to prevent this? Was there anything? However then it was his turn, and the man had stood up his suit charcoal black, unbuttoned at the top, with a loose black tie strung around his neck. He was a warrior, he disliked wearing formal attire with a passion, but such situations deserved that kind of respect. So for now he cast his thoughts aside, he squared his shoulders and walked to the front of the room, to stand next to the coffin, his expression remaining calm, hiding the hurt. Hiding the pain. For now he had to give azure the respect he deserved, a proper burial. As such for now he would speak, his voice unwavering.

“Today, we are here to pay our respects to a man who had given us so much, and has led us well. As you guys know, on the moon Azure died. We do not know how, but it doesn’t change this fact. He is gone, and is not coming back, however he would not want us to sit here like a chicken with it’s head cut off. Instead let us celebrate his life, remember his deeds, and hold our heads up with pride despite what anyone says about him. He was a great man, and an even better leader, that is the impression that i myself had of him even when i first met him. He truly wanted peace, a better world, with that said some might wonder why the casket itself is closed. That is for a simple reason. We are to remember him as he lived, not stare upon him as he is now dead. Let us preserve his memory, that is all. . Let the service begin. “

With his words out of the way, Blackheart had stepped down and let out a weary sigh. A haunted look returning to his eyes for a second before he was able to nod to the people at the doors, in which simultaneously they would push open the doors, to allow more people to come in, people that were not with or a part of the vanguard. This was after all, a funeral service. It was Azure’s Memorial Service. It would be rude to only have a closed service among the vanguard, and for now blackheart would stand and wait for people to arrive, to say their peace if they wish, and to greet them. It was time for mourning.

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Sun Jul 31, 2016 2:39 pm

Darkness take you!

Enter Henrex Astillon:
The Angel of Darkness
暗闇の天使

Artist: ThunderCats | Song: Wilykit's Lullaby | Word Count: 565

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The young Shinigami may not have been part of the Vanguard, but he knew who Azure Iramasha was. Hearing that he was dead....was a shock. He had died on the Moon. Henrex wished he could have saved him.....but he knew that he couldn't. Azure...had died fighting. Probably someone more powerful that him. He would have just been killed with him. As he entered the open funeral of Azure, the boy did not change his usual attire much. Dressed in a pitch black kimono, black gloves to keep anyone from touching his ice cold hands, and finally, black dress pants with black shoes.

Henrex had heard tales of the once great Hybrid. He fought bravely everywhere he went. He was a greater warrior than Henrex ever dreamed to be. To hear that he had died....it was horrifying. As the boy entered the hall where the sealed casket lay, he saw various Vanguard members, friends of Azure....Everyone...was here. The heart of the Shinigami was nearly crushed with the grief that had overcome him. Once again, he may not have known Azure personally, but he knew the man. The white teeth of Henrex clenched tightly as he fought his emotions, trying his hardest to keep his tears inside. Everything was going to Hell. Things were going wrong left and right. Could nothing good come at a price for once?

His eye soon found itself staring at the coffin that supposedly held the great warrior. His eye soon lowered to the ground. What would happen now? The leader of the Vanguard was dead. Who...would take over? Henrex's mind was plagued with thoughts of near everything questioning. However, all of them would revolve around...What would happen now? Henrex soon started silently moving towards the back of the room, away from everyone else. He didn't think that anyone would approach him. He wasn't someone that anyone should pay attention to. Henrex soon reached the back of the room, before moving a single hand to his right eye, covering it. Rubbing the eye a small bit, Henrex quickly wiped his tear away.

Why....was he crying?

He didn't even know Azure personally. Why....was he...crying? His eye gazed down at the now tear soaked palm, before clenching his hand into a fist. He shouldn't be crying. It was....a sign...of...weakness. He found himself disbelieving the words that ran through his head. He felt that right now...it was okay to cry. For an ally. For a good man. Henrex soon wiped his eye once again, before slowly approaching the coffin. His eye gazed at the perfectly crafted item. He remembered an old riddle from his childhood that his father gave him as a test.

"The one who makes it sells it. The one who buys it doesn't use it. The one who uses it never knows. What is it?"

Looking at the perfectly crafted coffin, Henrex would simply bow his head in respect, before whispering something. The funeral rites that his family would give to those who perished.

"....Rest now to rise again, Azure. May your next life...show you...peace..."

As Henrex said this, he could feel tears rising in his eyes again. He didn't know why. Why was he crying again? He had never cried like this before. To someone who didn't know him...and he didn't know them. Henrex slowly turned and walked away from the coffin, silently returning to the back of the room. To tend to the tears of unknown sadness alone.

I walk a path...with no end....

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Sat Aug 06, 2016 11:21 am

Artist: N/A - Song: Ketsui to kakugo - Word Count: N/A

"Oi, as long as my brother accepts you as his ally, you are welcomed in Karakura Central. I'll see to it myself, Hakai."

There was a gruff voice heard coming from behind Hakai Chikara, but it's identity wouldn't be a secret. After the touch of this man's hand reached The Vizard's back, the King would understand just who this is. In fact, it was enough to hush most of the room itself as many people glanced at The Beast Of Karakura himself arriving here. He was considered to be one of the major heroes and protectors of this city, this nation and on the forefront of the globe's defense. Yet, he couldn't be happy with this turn of events.

No. Not even in the slightest.

The Yuudeshi did believe he was doing a service to the world with trying to repair the scars of battle that the planet has endured throughout the past two hundred years, but there was a sense of disgust and loathing for himself for not going all out while someone like Azure died. It made him feel as if he were wasting time, plundering his gift and allowing others to die in wars that they didn't need to. Perhaps if he had stopped sulking, maybe if he hadn't spent so time perfecting himself and if he had took the time to do more -- maybe this wouldn't happened.

Azure Iramasha was a fellow person worthy of standing at his side as a fellow faction leader. While he would not shed any tears on this day, there was a great sadness within his mind to see that an ally such as himself was dead. It was the tell-tell sign and kick in the ass he needed to understand that this wasn't a game anymore. If he didn't do something, if he didn't become proactive and if he didn't stop feeling sorry for himself, more of these deaths were going to the occur and the entire planet was going to be doomed at this rate.

So, this was the confirmation he needed to know that a stand was going to have to be made and he was going to have to place himself in the forefront of danger once more to prevent tragedies like this.

But, alas, he couldn't be ensnared by his own thoughts any longer. While Shadin may have appeared to daze off in the perception of Hakai, the mind of The Yuudeshi was active and understood that an awkward few moments had passed before he decided to finally let go of Hakai's shoulder with a prolonged sigh. For now, he had no interest in doing anything but observing and watching the funeral. Although, he would take notice of the fact that The Angel Of Darkness had once again found himself tangled up in the affairs of The Yuudeshi.

With a shake of his head, his thoughts then shifted back to the situation at hand and he'd close his eyes and begin to drift off. Whoever it was that committed this act would be brought to justice. And with his intel? The Yuudeshi was beginning to piece together the clues and utilizing The Yuudeshi Network to track down Azure's murderer. Suspects were being pieced together and the scene was being investigated. Given his estimates, it was only a matter of time before he caught him....

...after all, murders have a knack for coming back to the scene of the crime.

His eyes were open, mind was ready and he was observing every last person in sight.

Sat Aug 06, 2016 9:47 pm

Artist: Dope - Song: My Funeral - Word Count: n/a

Live by the sword, die by the sword, eh?

That was the first line of thought which entered through the mind of Radioactive as he walked through those doors to enter this funeral for the former Vangaurd Leader. Many of the Vanguard operatives attending the funeral would give a salute to the male as he entered the ceremony. This is because he was one of the first major commanders to arrive at the wake. And, since this was a formal observance of the dead, there was a bizarre sight to be had about the seven foot eleven males appearance: he was wearing the traditional robes of a Shinigami.

While he wielded no sword, the male had adorned himself in his old division eleven attire and this was symbolic to him and him alone. The reason being is because these were the ensembles of a reaper and it was only befitting he'd wear the garments of death at an event like this. Due to the fact that Radioactive considered Azure like family, it was out of respect that he'd wear this attire. If it was not for him, then he would have not been given this opportunity to try and find the second family in the Vanguard.

Ever since their battle in that damn tournament for The Platinum Heart, Radioactive had felt his sentiments of the males aimless wondering settle into his souls. Prior to joining this faction, he did grow quite tired of his almost pointless existence. With his natural born family almost all but dead, the memory rosaries nearly extinct and most of his former comrades dead or missing; Radioactive almost felt as if he had nothing left in this world but to protect Russia and to forever wonder from battle to battle seeking to bring out the primal nature of those he clashes against. All in the vain hope of fighting a tiring battle he promised his wife; a lifelong battle to not lose himself to his own mind and heart. For her, he wanted to be strong and go down fighting.

Yet, Azure showed him that there could be more to this life then this. That he actually gave a damn and wanted to find a place where he could belong. Through their battle, he was able to see that and want to give these people a chance at becoming his family. It is why he started to become attached to this organize and was growing fond of the folks apart of this organization. But, like so much of his family, another one dropped the bucket and bit the dust. And, without Azure, there was almost a sense of emptiness felt within Radioactive's heart as he became to ponder if it was worthwhile to seek such a family if these funerals keep occurring.

Tch, damn. Whoever said an eternal life like was worth living clearly never thought of the ramifications of seeing everyone you care about die.

These weak thoughts, however, needed to be cast away for the moment. He was too stubborn to give into that shit. But, even more than that, Radioactive did not have the luxury of indulging such thoughts in a time like this. Instead, in order to honor this memory, The Nuclear Beast felt a sense of reverence towards Azure Iramasha and wanted to use his power to give The Vanguard a stable foundation in their new direction. No matter, he would at least give dignity to The Iramasha by using his infamous power to keep things going in The Vanguard. He felt like he didn't have much else but experience, wisdom and raw power; but damn if The Vanguard didn't need those in spades right now to him.

Hence, as the dirty blonde approached the front of the memorial, his lone gold eye would begin to close and the slightest of tears would begin to exit from the male. While Radioactive had accepted the life of a killer the moment he first killed his first victim in his human life, it still did not negate his humanity and compassion. And, this single tear was given out of grief not only for Azure, but out of losing yet another important person in his life. It reminded him too much of the wakes he held for his own wife and children and he wanted to do what he could to prevent this from occurring from anyone who was left in his life that cared.

"I will carry your spirit. You have my promise."

There was nothing more to say. After his silent whisper to his grave, Radioactive would give a hardened sigh and begin to have his spiritual energy evaporate that tear. As, right now, he needed resolve himself for the long battle ahead as he took his seat and allowed others to pay their tributes.

Sat Aug 06, 2016 10:37 pm

ΩSong Name: Silver Scrapes Ω Artist: ProtoShredanoid Remix Ω Word Count: 1577Ω

The Torch Goes Cold. [Azures Memorial/ Funeral Service] Demon%20Traitor_zpsroztppjy

Death...

What an interesting concept. Meant to be a sort of process in which a soul is separated from its decaying body, and is given the chance to be reborn at a new stage of "life". Yet for some reason, some would believe that life isn't where some go after "death". But that is all based upon what you believe in, even though the realms of Heaven, Hell, Soul Society, and so forth have been made aware to all, some would still believe in such things as a "Religion" for some false God, or even for some pathetic Demon who aligns with something called "Khalism" or whatever. Truth is, that in the end of things, we all end up in the same place...

The Funeral.

An ominous aura began to grow in the back of the room as a shadow which belonged to no one began to grow against the wall parallel to the empty casket to which onlookers would weep. Those who were used to seeing this type of entrance would know by now who was coming, and most should not be pleased. In place of the deceased's father, his partner and liason came instead to the public memorial of the fallen Vanguard leader, Azure Iramasha. Walking out, wearing his classic attire of black slacks, a white dress shirt with black blazer and red tie, Matthew Hinote entered the scene with his hands in his pockets, cigarette lit in his mouth, and a very foul attitude. Matthew was not pleased in the sense that he had to come to the funeral of someone he was in no way related to, but more of the fact that Ketsu himself didn't wish to show himself in public and asked Matthew to do so in his place. Now normally Matthew would just laugh his ass off and move on, since in a way, Matthew has NO RIGHT to come to the funeral of any fallen, nor of anyone's child, considering the man killed his own kids years ago. But not everyone would know such facts, seeing as the only ones really who would be aware of Matthew's true self would be Shadin Yuudeshi, since Matthew grew up in Karakura for a few small years during his development before falling to the curse of his breed.

Walking forward, Matthew paid no attention to those who surrounded him, as his attitude was radiating an aura of "Do not mess with me". Now while most within the Vanguard would most likely not dare attempt to confront Matthew, a couple would have the balls and the power to match the Demon Overlord, as he wasn't the only one there with a rousing sense of fame. Shadin Yuudeshi, while not direct allies, share some similar goals. Matthew and Shadin do not mess with one another, as they understand that each of them have their own objectives, and their own goals. These goals do not interfere with one another, and more over, if they had to deal with one another in which to complete their goals, it would only make things harder. Additionally, the silent truce Matthew made with the Yuudeshi in that he will not attempt to retake the Underground, leaving it for Zin was a sort of peace offer he made while he resides and grows on Devil Iramasha Island. The other potential objective in the room would have to be Radioactive, the giant hulk-like beast of their realm. Now while Matthew was indeed very muscular for his age, he was nowhere near in comparative bounds with Radioactive when it came to brute strength. Additionally with research, the speeds in which the Shark beast can top would prove to be a true test for Matthew's strategic genius, but once again, the two do not come to cross blades in their objectives. Instead, they merely stay out of each others ways in that Radioactive is a member of the Vanguard, which generally work with the Devil Iramasha, which Matthew is a sleeper agent for by those on a "Need to know" basis. But most know that Matthew and Kin work together, and thus the respect to understand Matthew's presence should be known that he is not there for himself, but instead for the dead.

Rudely bumping past whoever is in his way as he approaches the memorial, he feels the shadows in the room speak to him as the voices of his corruption and madness slowly speak in his mind the things he does not wish to hear. It was almost as if something was distracting Matthew, as if something recently happened and it bothered him, but whatever it was, had nothing to do with Azure. It was something that could be sensed as Matthew could feel Shadin Yuudeshi in the area, as well as Radioactive, and a few other beings in the surrounding parts. He could also sense someone else with an affinity to Darkness, and reeked of Demon Blood. Perhaps later Matthew would do research on the peon and see what they're capable of. If anything, Matthew might show the individual why he's earned the title of "Demon Traitor".

Finally reaching the memorial, and leaving a very rude presence in his wake of those he carelessly walked through to get there, Matthew looked at the photo of Azure, as well as the flower arrangements and decorations selected for such an occasion. The black casket was a nice touch, even with the pathetic wings on the side. A small smirk escaped his lips as he could sense from the empty darkness within the casket that it was empty. It was almost as though there was nothing left of him to bring back. Was he completely obliterated? Well, the truth is out there, but who knows what really happened to the body and soul of the Vanguard Leader. As he stood before the memorial with his hands still in his pockets, and carelessly dragging from his cigarette as he made the surrounding atmosphere fill with animosity, Matthew began to remember a couple interactions he had with Azure. The one in fact that Matthew remembers most, is the day that Azure had Matthew place his own gun against his head, and blow his own brains out because Azure thought it would be smart to have a major diplomatic meeting with the Sugiuran people, INSIDE A FUCKING IGLOO!!

The thought alone made Matthew sick to his stomach, as he didn't want to think too hard on the past event. Instead, Matthew was here to do a favor to the only one he really calls a friend in the realm, and that was to 'honor' his son at the public gathering.

Pulling his hands out of his pockets, Matthew summoned a shadow to appear beside him, as he reached into it and pulled out a single wine glass. The glass was filled with the Devil Iramasha blend, a specialty drink that the Devil Iramasha share in times of importance, as it was a blend of pure blood and the finest wines that the Iramasha can produce. Taking the glass into his hands, he held it over the black casket, and proceeded to pour the blend onto the casket. Matthew spoke out, but not too loudly for all to hear. Only those with good hearing, or those close enough would be able to make out the words he spoke.

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. This ones for you kid..."

With the last drop coming from the glass, it was almost as though Matthew actually gave a shred of respect to Azure for having the balls to be a man in his fight, and not back out at any moment. Taking the empty glass, Matthew carelessly threw it behind him, where it would most likely land and break on the head of some poor onlooker within the event. Taking a deep breath with his cigarette, Matthew then turned and began to make his stage exit right. He did what was asked of him in regards to honoring the son of Ketsu by being a representative of the Devil Iramasha, even though Matthew is not a Devil Iramasha. Matthew is a pure blooded Demon, and he just did things his own way.

As Matthew made his way to the adjacent wall in which the casket faced, Matthew's eyes scanned the room for but a moment, as his eyes met Shadin Yuudeshi, and while words were once again never shared, it was almost as if Matthew was attempting to communicate with him. His eyes, which were always filled with a deep and sinister blood red glow, were almost trying to say "Be ready", as if Matthew was going to throw something his way, or even attempt to communicate with him again. Even so, what was it Shadin needed to be ready for? What was it Matthew was going to attempt to speak with him about? Was it related to the events of Azure's death, or was it possibly something deeper to Matthew in what was causing him grief? Either way, Matthew proceeded to turn his head back to the wall, and approach the growing shadow against the wall to make his exit. He didn't want to stay and talk to anyone, as almost everyone in that room wasn't worth his time or effort.

Instead, Matthew needed to get back to work. He needed to return to planning the death of the Demon God, and to get deeper to the meaning of a recent death within the Demon's ranks.

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Sun Aug 07, 2016 6:08 am

Artist: Mogeko Castle - Song: MaouDamashii Town 10 - Word Count:

It was amusing to the Sugiuran Prince as he gently strummed the case in his hands, the roughly three foot long wooden container laying across his lap. Not the idea of a funeral exactly, Kamui was not quite so sociopathic as to not understand the concept of honoring deceased love ones, but more how quickly after the first stone is cast did it become to cast the second, third, and fourth. Azure's death, while ultimately a pretty simple affair at the end given how mentally weak he turned out to be, was still a long one. It took six months to effectively infiltrate, destabilize, and then end the Vanguard on the moon and thus far, seemingly the Vanguard as a whole. The selection for a new leader was already tumultuous, Kamui was aware that selections and nominations had been made, interestingly only a single one of them bothered to show up to the funeral of their previous commander and thus far, it's quite possible that she was regretting that decision. He had been settled in the crowd for a fair while now, being unassuming was one of his many talents but in this setting, it had been increasingly hard to do so. Regardless of his true nature in these events, Kamui's official position was as an adviser from the Sugiuran Kingdom and that, while not drawing too much attention from some, certainly would draw attention from enough. It was as such that Kamui stuck to the side for the time being, watching as people far more content with being the center of attention stormed in and some doing so in the most offensive fashion possible. Of course, internally, Kamui found it highly amusing. It was completely and utterly unnecessary. Whoever the creature was who stormed through, arrogantly and rudely pushed aside those around him, dumped what looked to be wine on Azure's empty casket and then threw the glass out in to the sea of faces, while amusing, was far and away the least interesting person who had shown up. Well, at least comparatively to the actually important people.

He had cast the first stone, the stone that had resulted in this little communion, and in a stroke of fortune that stone had provoked two more to show up at his feet. So far, everything had been so, so very predictable. Azure had basically walked in to his own death and then two more were dragged right in to the cross hairs of their very enemy. People were fascinating. Logic and reason were fundamentally sound, but they were absolutely atrocious motivators. They were boring. Everyone in this room had something they needed to fight against before Azure's death, everyone had things they conceivably should be doing prior to the Iramasha's demise, but it was only when someone was ripped from them, someone they did not expect to lose, someone they did not expect to be taken, were they shocked in to action. Azure's death, Mana's conjuring of the Dark World, the turmoil in the aftermath of the lunar explosion...there had been more activity across the planet after these instances than there had been over the course of the last few years. He wondered which stone to throw now. He wondered just what he would be able to shock them in to next.

Kamui stood gently from his chair, slinging the case over his shoulder before elegantly weaving his way through the crowd toward the unfortunate for her, yet rather fortunate for him, recipient of the glass projectile. When Kamui had gotten close enough to attempt to assist her, he had waved him off before he even had a chance to say a word, prompting a patient smile to form across Kamui's lips as he watched the woman attempt to reorient herself. His motivations here were two fold. The first and most obviously blatant, Kamui moved to help a beautiful woman who had been slighted. There was nothing necessarily dishonest about that tactic, Kamui was very much an incorrigible individual and he simply was not going to pass up the chance to ingratiate himself to a charming woman. The second was a little less obvious, but probably for the wrongly obvious reason. The woman's last name was Yuudeshi. On the surface, the motivation would come from a sort of "royalty on royalty" interaction and that was Kamui's intended projection, but naturally it went a lot deeper than that. What Kamui actually wanted wouldn't be obvious until several moments after he already had it.

Kamui reached in his shirt and withdrew a handkerchief and held it in front of him. Normally he would have reacted to a woman waving him off with a little more patience, maybe with a little more finesse, but if what he had heard about Shadin he needed to direct his attention away from the man that threw the glass. The last thing they needed at the funeral was a physical fight to erupt, Kamui prompting a potential verbal one was a sacrifice he was willing to make. Then again, his understanding of a lot of people there were based entirely on Azure's accounts of them and that in and of itself was a somewhat romanticized view. Kamui had no way to be sure of how genuinely accurate it was, unfortunately it was also all he had to go on. Kamui's movements were fluid and displaying a gentle speed that Chifuyu was not especially likely to be able to track as Kamui's free hand would intercept the hand she was waving him off with, his finger lacing between hers as if she were being gently caressed by a cloud as he moved her hand away and raised the cloth to her forehead, aiming to wipe at the blood that would inevitably begin to trickle down her forehead.

"That's not the color of red I'd hope to see on a beautiful woman like yourself."

Sun Aug 07, 2016 4:04 pm

DEEP-SEA
Yuzuki Yukari

The moment Yuzuki had heard of the funeral of Azure Iramasha, she was helplessly filled with conflicting emotions over the matter. Much like the majority of people within Karakura she was filled with grief; a leader of an organization which brought hope to people had perish, no worse than that a the life known as Azure Iramasha had died. Nothing could change that fact; the person who he is or now was will be remembered buried under the people he wished to protect. It was kind of Ironic thinking of one day the people who you’ve protected all your life will one day step all over you without a second thought. Under the burning sensation of tears burning Yuzuki’s eyes she still couldn’t help but release a sorrowful smile to such an absurd and accurate depiction of the vanguard’s lives. Listening to the speech of what seemed to be another Vanguard member of sorts or perhaps a relative, Yuzuki’s blurry gaze dropped down to the casket.

Then there was the other side of the coin to her conflicting emotions; Yuzuki Sumashuu was livid with Azure Iramasha. Unlike most of the people within this room, or even on the karakura streets who all mourning for him; Yuzuki didn’t know Azure Iramasha as he was. Yuzuki only met him briefly when she wanted to become part of the Vanguard and only heard second hand tales of him and how he was. While everyone else in this room would never believe that their Azure would be capable of blowing up the moon, Yuzuki had no reason to doubt his methods. This ignorant fact alone would be the strongest point in disagree with Yuzuki’s enraged feelings but that mattered not to her. As far as she was concerned many of the facts pointed to him; to her if shadowfall wanted the destruction of the moon rather than just conquer it then they would have blown it up a long time ago. The story of Azure unleashing his powers like that to just win the war made sense to the teenager; she couldn’t stand the idea of someone selfishly sacrificing the lives of everyone just to win a retarded war.

Yuzuki had to revert her eyes from the casket to look down at the ground; her blood felt hot and her body was visibly trembling the harder she tried to keep these feelings bottled down. The ground was becoming more and more blurry as the tears in her eyes were building up at faster speeds, and in an attempt to vent all these feelings; Yuzuki tightly balled her hands into fists. Yuzuki had no idea of how to handle these emotions, fortunately for the majority of her life she never experienced something like rage. Taking in a quivering deep breath in through her nose and letting it out slowly under her breath; she patiently waited for the last set of words said. Noticing her knuckles had turned white from the sheer force, Yuzuki slowly untighten them before bringing them up to her chest. Never having attended to a funeral before hand Yuzuki could only assume that whatever was happening was common ground for an event like this. The strangest of them all was when a demon was pouring something that looked like wine on the casket; she had never heard of some ritual like this and Yuzuki could help but stare in confusion.

That’s when it hit her, the smell of blood filled the sugiuran’s nose as she came to the sudden realization that it wasn’t just wine, but blood as well. It was only a second of shock, before the sudden twist of her stomach had taken over. Nausea had taken over the teenager before she could throw her hand to her mouth in an attempt to keep what was in her stomach to stay there. Out of respect, Yuzuki tried to stay within the room as long as possible, but with the smell of blood lingering around and his sudden “attack” on the crowd with his wine glass; it was inevitable that someone would have gotten hurt. Her stomach was feeling more and more twisted as her mouth was becoming uncomfortably watery; it was then that she knew she couldn’t handle it anymore. Pivoting quickly, Yuzuki tried to slip away from the crowd and building before anyone would notice her sudden leave. The moment she left the building Yuzuki automatically begun to loosen up which wasn’t a good idea for her upset stomach; with the array of emotions and her no longer being tensed to keep her from throwing up the end result is obvious. Escaping to an alley out of people’s sight Yuzuki tried her best to not peel over and vomit in whatever garbage can she could find.

Using on arm to support herself over the garbage can, and the other holding back her hair so she wouldn't get any vomit in it; Yuzuki closed her eyes while catching her breath. A few seconds would have went by as the teenager slowly regained her composure; a hand slid over one of the gadgets on her belt granting her access to her “pockets”. The first things he pulled out was a simple cloth so she could wipe off any extra mess on her face; the second being just a bottle of water for obvious needs. Once she was finished cleaning herself up and washing the unfavourably taste within her mouth, Yuzuki braced herself to continue the funeral. She didn’t know how long she’d be able to keep herself in check if the casket was forever going to have the stench of blood on it now, but hopefully she doesn’t have to throw up again by the end of it; A murderer's funeral shouldn’t be that worth it.

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Wed Aug 17, 2016 1:13 am

IT'S BEEN LONG ENOUGH SO I'M STARTING THE NEXT POSTING ROUND BY SKIPPING SHIZUO

It had gotten louder, people were spewing their speeches and paying respects to the late Azure Iramasha, yet remained quiet enough to pay respects to their fallen comrade. Hakai had still been standing at the back, head tilted into his chest and eyes closed - a sense of fear overcoming him. The Vizard King was not stupid, and it didn't take a genius to look at the world around and see it getting worse and worse, leading to something tremendous - perhaps even the destruction of Earth and the multi-verse as everyone knew it. Azures death, the Black World being reinvigorated and opened as a permanent realm... Hakai's stomach dropped. Images of his past and his previous destructive lifestyle flashed through his mind, causing him to tightly grit his teeth and be on the verge of tears. How could he have ever been a catalyst for such destruction? Hakai had changed, having ended many lives, causing people to feel the same grief that they were feeling in this very room. It made him sick to his stomach, and perhaps proved he deserved punishment.

Despite the speeches and overall mourning of the room, many people had arrived in a respectful fashion. For a moment he felt the hand of a man on his shoulder and the rough familiar voice of Shadin Yuudeshi echoing in his ear, forcing a slight smile out of Hakai. "I... Thank you, Shadin. I trust Zin put a good word in for me, then." A very deep chuckle left his lips as he finished these words, before returning his gaze to the large room before him, eyes looking upon the casket. At a similar time, he couldn't help but notice a man, standing even taller than Hakai, something that not many people do. The man wore a division eleven cloak, body donned in a rather respectful matter. This was not the leader of the 11th division, however, no... That man was infamous, and the fact that he was here was no surprise. Radioactive was the mans name, and whilst Hakai had never had the pleasure of running into him or fighting him, he had heard the stories. He didn't say a single word to him, but rather let him a soft smile and a simple head nod.

He turned his gaze back to the room, just in time to watch the glass fly through the air and slam directly into the head of a rather pretty, young woman. Another Yuudeshi, no doubt. Speaking yet again to Shadin, Hakai remained expressionless, watching eve as she was injured. "Azure Iramasha, huh? He's one of the last people I expected to go, jeez. I take it you knew him better than I did." Pulling the red collar up slightly, he now covered his mouth entirely, yet remained audible.

Although, it seemed that people continued to make a problem. Alongside the glass hitting the head of the beautiful young girl, a man clad in black with red hair had approached her. Slung over his shoulder a rather long, wooden box. Why would someone bring a concealed item to a funeral? Was it a gift? Or worse, was it a weapon? A gathering of all these people was a prime target for a lot of terrorist assaults... was the read headed man there with sinister thoughts? Tilting his head slightly, Hakai pushed himself off the wall and slowly walked forward until he was within ear shot of the man, not saying anything just yet, but listening to the conversation. After his compliment was posed to the woman, Hakai said with a soft voice, yet a deep undertone... "I hope you don't plan on using whatever is in that box for anything problematic." His statement was obviously questioning this mans motives. This was an open funeral proposed by the vanguard, and if he was here to cause trouble, Hakai was going to have a problem.

'He looks familiar, yet...' Hakai thought to himself, incapable of placing a face to a name. He looked at the red head man, yet he couldn't pick a name. While others knew him as "Kamui", Hakai had not had the pleasure of meeting him. It was going to be a long night of sadness and mourning, Hakai didn't need any conflicts to arise. Especially whilst visiting Karakura with his daughter, Hana. Taking a peak over his shoulder, he simply nodded at Shadin as if to say "I'll deal with this". He looked on at the rest of the funeral with keen eyes, witnessing a smaller woman crying to herself by the casket, all the way back to the young Yuudeshi, Chifuyu, seemingly crystallizing her own wound. Hakai let out a small smile at the purple haired woman. "Are you okay, young one?" He posed the question to Chifuyu, the last thing she needed was more pain.

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