 Something could be here, yet not as well, wayfarer's not sure of how you came here or where you are perhaps. This dwelling is as a function for the celestial's whom roam, those few which have ascended to a yonder of any man. |
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| The last sensation was the stagnant taste of copper and salt, a numbness filling your entire body with the intense cold and gales cutting across the mountainous landscape Ayano. A soft and gentle pull slightly reminiscent maybe, yet then an abrupt tug. The new and initial sensation was that of stagnant air, torrid to the bone, a strong sulfurous smell and as you open your eyes, ash was covering your field of vision and invading your mouth. As all you can see of the surrounding area closely nearby were glimpses of a decrepit building. The material black as night, a pure obsidian. Hot to the touch, so much a new odor of burning leather came to your nostrils. A loud crack resonates throughout the space, metal against metal with freakish force behind it, ringing your ear as with each impact you have to cover your ears. The darkness and screen of ash gave away a form hitting away at the metal, its hulking form towering over yours, an instinct of being dwarfed resonating through your very core, as through the thick ashen cover its arm rose till no longer within sight. And yet there it was again, in a split second it rocketed downwards, sending vibrations throughout your body! As your peered through the ash, your eyes tearing up as the dust bombarded the cornea, you would see lines of molten rock flowing throughout its exterior making out the idea of scales, its form besides that being heavily obscured. Standing there feeling whatever emotion, there was scraping sound of stone against stone. Its neck twisting, its gaze fell towards you. And the distinct eyes were like two stars focused upon you, blinding you! Yet its gaze left your sight again. The scorching light having dimmed before such. Yet its form still sat there, and no matter how long she awaited an reaction from it first it seemed to be callous towards her. And if she tried to near it, it would seem like no distance was covered, as its size did not shift from a change in perspective. |
ByakugaranMar 17, 2019 7:06 AM
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Ayano – The Mad Bullet Dancer Inner peace... Ayano took a deep inhale and then deep exhale, tasting ash in her mouth. She opened her eyes and got up, seated. What had happened was a slight mystery to her. Although this place was completely different to the cold of death. The scent of sulfur was something that the gunslinger had become familiar of. When Ayano heard metal, she looked towards the source of sound. Using her hands in a way that was not all too obvious that she tried to cover from the loud noise. But with the vibrations, she lowered her hands and instead tried to stand up. Wearing only a top that revealed her backside. She tried to gaze into the eyes of the colossus but she had to avert her gaze lest being blinded completely. Ayano opened her mouth with a sigh escaping her lips: "What a ride. It was fun..." Ayano had the reminiscent feeling that she was both the weakest and strongest challenger to Lyka. However the feeling of accomplishment was slowly turning into a anger, as she recalled the deception that resulted into the entire ordeal: "... I made quite an enemy." |
| The scent of sulfur was something indeed that had recognition behind it. One that may give a feeling of respite, and as she began to talk the already invading ash began to take a stranglehold, with the words having been muttered no breath could be obtained anymore and it felt like one was choking to such an extent, till that feeling proceeded to shift, as the ash swirled throughout her cavity. The course and dry feeling throughout her throat still remained, yet with each breath was no lingering difficulty. Yet the form of the titan did not shift with her incoming words to oneself or it as well, though a heavy push of ash come barreling outward as she could hear a harsh groan and a crashing sound trembling the ground underneath her, as its form rose up, grasping at an object witnessed through the lines of magma tightened to each other in the space, bending in their form. Before the appendage where in the object was held rose up and twisted its direction, before moving in a downwards direction and an inferno erupted in a flash. The surrounding slightly being made out as a circular metal object like a cylindrical vat. And a long obsidian handle the length of its body, which revealed a wickedly-barbed glaive, twisted in appearance, as it leaved the embers. Pulled out from it, it sat down once again. A large thud hitting the ground and resumed its work once again. |
ByakugaranMar 17, 2019 3:11 PM
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Ayano – The Mad Bullet Dancer As the ash made it difficult to breath, she would cough and try to clear out the ash. She then observed at the titan and observed at the infernal sight. She gave off a vague smile and looked forward. "This is all so familiar. Yet this place, I have not seen it before, it makes me feel welcome. Like I was in home. But the only thing in this world that makes me feel safe, is when I have a gun on my hand... And when bullets fail me, that is when I feel ... fear." Ayano would try to pull out her bound gun and try to reload it with generic bullets, the effect may be slightly different opposed to what it usually has been (?) |
| As her will exerted upon the item she had bounded herself to, a simple object, the memories of Lyka manifested, a pale face slightly gaunt with eyes lacking all but a stark white which cried tears of black. Her shadow enveloping your form, enclosing itself upon you, till it dissapeared and then followed all that she had, to not but dust. Yet none came, not with the effort she made, yet she could feel the ash that she attempted to clear out dig deeper, forcing itself into her chest and a moment of discharge occurred. As if building itself up from ash like how it had turned into but dust, the gun was as she remembers and soon followed the casings of lead. The bullets which were ordinarily but warm to the touch glowed themselves warm of color and had engravings recognizable in a chaotic and crude lettering freshly carved. Opposed to this there was no remarkable difference to be seen as of yet, and the titan itself seemed busy within its work. The vibrations and noise finding no cease. |
ByakugaranMar 18, 2019 1:42 PM
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Ayano – The Mad Bullet Dancer As the gun came to be and the bullets to it - Ayano kept Lyka's face in her mind. The face of absolute power. In a loud slam, eclipsed by the ambience of the place she slammed the bullets one by one into the chambers of the gun and then she took a hold of the barrel and closed the chambers of her revolver. She stared at her gun -- like a hunter. She bit opened her mouth and let the air hiss through her teeth like a silent growl. The ash wasn't bothering her. "I now know the face of my enemy. But this arsenal... My own growth ... I see only see a dim light atop of a insurmountable mountain. I'm that far away from her. But what are strongest, if they are not challenged. I will use everything to grow. And I will ... Finish this." Ayano pulled the pin on her gun and she stared at the pistol. The thing that had turned into dust and had betrayed her. But she couldn't help but to wonder, if it had been her weakness that had betrayed her rather than the instrument. |
| Holding her revolver in her fury she smacked the cylinder out of the chamber of her revolved, with flames flickering through chest, she forced the casings of lead with a brutal force down each chamber, slamming them, before continuing to the next. Shutting the barrel into the chamber of her revolver staring at the gun, that flame blazing was like a second heartbeat with each breath that hissed through her teeth. And the revolver itself began to glow a little from the heat emanating from each bullet which had been pressed down into the chambers, her fingertips slightly scarred as wel causing a minor pain, showing the weakness of her skin... no the weakness of herself, such a minor thing was already harmful to her. |
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Ayano – The Mad Bullet Dancer Ayano felt a pain in her fingertips that she had not felt before with her powers. Supposedly it had been this place, yet she had to just bear with it. She wasn't letting it to show. "Thanks for being a good listener." Ayano then looked at the titan and took a deep breath: "You can speak now. I'm done reflecting past!" She shouted at her full volume, staring at the titan. If she was still ignored, she would shoot a few times off to the air, if it was required and then repeat herself one more time. |
| As her voice resonated throughout the room, it was quickly diminished, from a shout to but a mere whisper. Its body did not shift from its work, as it continued to exert brunt likely onto the warped and wickedly-barbed glaive. A pause, waiting for any response from it from her, yet none came as she came to slam down onto the trigger, causing the loud noise of two bullets firing into the expanse. The sound of crunching earth was heard once more, but it seemed to take its time. Awaiting it, no matter what actions she would take, it seemed to continue onwards for forever in the tense situations. As it rested the hammer upon the cracked obsidian floor. A large thump was heard, as its feet placed themselves onto the ground again as you guessed its form had shifted in her direction, though it was hard to make out. Its two smoldering eyes, that pierced the darkened ash like a blinding star stared down towards her. As a low rumble could be heard, echoing throughout the chamber. As what could only be described as a headache without any remnant of pain, but a second of ringing going throughout your head. ''The mark of enmity and smell of undeath, how? Attention is to be had now. Strife you sow?'' Its words as they reverberated, were chaotic in tone, lacking in an odd way, understanding their meaning yet a twinge of crudeness. |
ByakugaranMar 25, 2019 3:40 AM
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Ayano – The Mad Bullet Dancer Ayano took a deep breath and ranted in a loud voice: "Told ya already. This death bitch, thinks she can have her own way with me -- steal from me and then make me be in debt to her like every other poor soul in my world who matter. Obviously I am at war with her. And the bitch left me on top of a mountain, froze my arm. Am I supposed to just roll over and happily take whatever death's favorite [Redacted] is yapping at me? Here I am - saving - the world, and she [Redacted] all my hard work. It's depressing. Well it was fun jumping down a cliff, always wanted to try that. Exclude the fact that the [Redacted] totally ruined the mood. Bitch didn't even have it in her to finish off me for good. I would've done that. No hesitation." |
| What began to become noticeable only by the distance she had now with this being was something reminiscent of the sound a boiling viscous liquid, or at least something of the nature like mud or tar and then heat escaping causing raptures and movement it as a whole. Its form remained as where it had put itself to be, not shifting as the matter continued. With the low rumbling sound similar, every so often brewing in the background. Imperturbably continuing to focus towards her with those two eyes. Until her rant was finished for the moment and its form seemed to begin to lean on what would be assumed a limb with lines flowing throughout, but an odd perception of those lines that made out the magma visible from before seemed lacking or something, at one point to her right side perspective those lines stop abruptly and the body there could not be made out in any shape or form without a source of light illuminating it enough. ''Hestraan. Meek servant of his, yet a peak for you. Sowing strife a blast ah yes a blast. You grasp this one's nature right? Enjoying the toys? Desire more for your animus?'' |
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Ayano – The Mad Bullet Dancer Ayano kept her eyes at the titan and she listened as it spoke. After it had finished, Ayano would smile widely: "Yes this toy has been a blast." She would take out the gun fire it's clip empty and think of Lyka to get a surge of rage; instantly refilling it's clip and expunging the empty casings inside and fire another six shot. "A fitting toy for a child, I've used it so many times that I even have callouses on my trigger fingers. I wonder, if there were any toys that would have more firepower. Those could be interesting. Or maybe I should get a second one, that would double the firepower." |
| A cackling noise, with a gurling noise simultaniously following near became bellowing outward, invading your skull. One of the blinding lights focused upon her seemed to dim for a moment, before it returned to normal. Its eyes neared downwards to the ground slightly. Causing slight discomfort. As its voice began to be heard once again. "Grow then. Learn. Sow strife in pursuit. Display. Wrath for their deeds, wrath for the unfair. But utter, what had been stolen by that woman? What caused that mountain to interfere with you. |
ByakugaranApr 2, 2019 4:12 AM
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Ayano – The Mad Bullet Dancer "Knowledge and secrets, that she was given the opportunity to buy... Of colossal scale; more or less something about a wave of extinction or unprecedented genocide that is going to take place, hmm... in a few hours, unless it has already begun. And of course instead of paying the price; she revealed her colors. A lowly thief with no pride. Nothing but a ragdoll of death. Whatever dignity she had, she long lost it after death. Her posh mansion should be turned into a ruined necropolis. It is not that she uses intrigue to make people to be dishonorably indebted to her that angers me. I would do the exactly the same thing. What angers me is that she doesn't play the other side of the coin. There is no honor among thieves, but she ain't no thief. Even thieves have a code. She made it personal to me. So whatever the cost is. I'll make sure that she pays. Even, if I'd have to bear thousandfold the pain that I want to inflict upon her soul. She has given me casus belli. What else do I need to go to war, against her?" |
Inaru-samaApr 8, 2019 2:32 PM
| The eyes staring towards you, blinked but once. The voice that came crackling outward soon after was one of restlessness in not a form of agitation but a form of adrenaline you could say, or such it would sound like as it would be putting human and species whom she has accustomed to characteristics onto its speaking pattern which was irregular due to such things as off put vowel sounds. ''Define... Exacted not quite content with. You proclaim its unprecedented, I wonder what befalls... I understand your anger.. Reasoning for strife does not to be due. Such a sad thing... Yet even sadder, your wish cannot transpire as is. That mark of enmity placed upon you. All but in disarray due to it. Any cost would be bearable to you, do you afffirm such?'' |
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Ayano – The Mad Bullet Dancer She never thought it that far. To blaze away as a shooting star or super nova, was all that she was happy with: "Do you even have to ask that question. Conflict and struggle is more than I could dream of. Without conviction I can't defeat my enemies. She put a curse on me so that I would return to her and beg for it's removal. No... I'll carry it with pride. All the pain that comes with it. That pain will be my fuel. My anger. My ire. You are my wrath, pride and joy. I don't care how fractured and broken I'd become during this quest. She crossed me, she deserves my undivided attention. My sheer focus and determination to topple her down. Even, if it is atop a mountain that I can't climb, I can wriggle an inch forward day by day... I don't mind playing the long game, if I can hurt her." |
| Sudden it was as the room lacked the pygmy of clarity it once did. Not even those spots of molten rock so bright could be seen anymore, the only objects of luster in the room were now those two glowing suns observing her. Her focus getting lost in this dynamic of pitch black yet alien interaction of light caused by them. There was pause, a long one. Not an inkling of sound was uttered in this dead silence but the strange organic yet inorganic sound which had been constant, like tar boiling up and bubbles popping continuously and the flowing of a thick brackish liquid or solid. ''Befall it shall. Led by conviction. Such treat, take it with glee the red that shall envelop. And may it come, I AM HERE.'' As that light closed, her lungs closed, her throat thinned, she could yet talk yet with difficulty, invasive, yet indescribable was the feeling that came after. None like she felt before. |
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Ayano – The Mad Bullet Dancer Ayano, so tiny. Covered in soot and ash. The only brightness from her came from the reflection of the titan's eyes. Almost instinctively she turned her head only to see that she could not see. And she looked back up, trying to gasp for air but the coarse air made it easier to just keep her mouth shut. She listened. And she listened and then she reveled with the attention. She chose not to say a word, she wasn't quite certain what to say. Ayano felt like the Titan was the only thing in the world that understood her. And even as she was about to open her mouth, she would feel something strange . . . |
| It was.... It was hard to describe indeed. The dry and course air in the pitch black became a sudden maelstrom of semi liquid, burning hot, as your hands clambered throughout you began to tangle yourself in this melting hot vortex swirling you in unseen directions it felt like. Forcing itself down your throat as you drowned, like slime that burned your throat, your tongue, anything it passed through. When you had already been gasping for air not able to get a bubble of air. It was twisting and turning in your system, reaching into your thoughts couldn't be only nothing as you faded to unconsciousness. Yet before that, that feeling that twisted and turned. That feeling worked itself up once again, as if going through the blood stream. She could feel a tugging at her left eye socket, as if a space began to filled in. Before it fully hit her. And there she was.... Gasping for air, breathing uncontrollably. ...And no longer was it a pitch black void. It was like a small horizon, of a thin layer of clear water, with thick heavy grey clouds over head that covered the sky, yet left a sliver of light out. With which as she stared down was a reflection of her within, there was a difference, you were wounded, bruised and in terrible pain, yet one other thing. In your left eye, was your eye though it seemed different of color. Wait no, there were two pupils, as in two different ones, one of which seemed to move on its own and overlay sometimes with her own. More of a dirty grey of color it would stare back if you looked within your reflection towards it. |
ByakugaranMay 8, 2019 11:03 AM
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Ayano – The Mad Bullet Dancer The sensation that could be described as a curse, she held close to her heart as a gift. She didn't resist as the vortex came but her entire body tensed up as a primal response, convulsing as the burning vortex forced down her throat. It was impossible to resist at this point and she couldn't gather her thoughts. It wasn't easy discerning all the individual sensations that she felt. Before she even knew it, Ayano was gasping for air, she lifted her face up, looking forward. Realizing the shift in the "landscape", if it could be called such. Pain was only thing that she could feel right now. Ayano lifted her body up, resting her inner-thighs against the ground and using both of her hands to remain in this seated position. She could barely hold this position. Ayano slowly collected her breathing and started staring at her hands. At the wounds. At the water. She'd struggle to move one her hands towards her left eye, at first thinking it was an injury but closer inspection revealed something else. She relaxed her hand down and focused on her breathing. Evening it out. After that came rest of her body. Extreme pain and injuries. As much as she enjoyed pain, it was a little much to take. But it was an indication that she was alive. And an indication that her body was working. She would slowly get up, while confirming that she wasn't missing any fingers, tooth, toes. And that all of her joints and members worked. Upon affirming her state she would whisper quietly: "Thank you for being the only one who believes in me." |
| The slight sounds being that of the faint rippling of water in this otherwise seemingly still ocean only a feet deep. Giving her the time to think on herself, and gather her thoughts, even with the less then pleasant physical situation she was in. There was no immediate reply, or indication of understanding what you had said through an indication of attention to your words through the eye. Yet it might have heard your words of gratitude, that an average person would likely not have after such an event. With that said, the world that she was, was as soon to go as it came. As now a much softer transition passed, a slow yawn, to exhaustion and losing consciousness, and her soul once again transitioned after the fate that had been met by the hands of the long since unliving dullahan Lyka. As her body reformed itself in the Neito Pylon, though like seen in her reflection it was not quite what it had been. |
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