Post by Calendrea Hughes on Dec 26, 2016 3:27:16 GMT -5
She was lost. She was in the darkest place ever. Well, at least it felt good to say such things out loud even if they may or may not be true. Frankly, she just didn't give a good rat's ass. She had no name, nor face or even a skill set. She just had this heart that would never quit no matter how many times it had been drowned by the world of her own stupidity.
And so she stood on the edge of the desert, her orange Sari whipping round her form as the winds blew across the peaks of that endless sea of dunes. Air born grains of silica swirled to catch in the long dark tresses of her unbound hair, in the folds of her garments, and scoured the brown surface of her exposed skin upon chest and arms. With bare feet sinking deeper into the depths of this sand sea, she threw back her head and screamed to the night sky.
The man stood there, facing the other that had suddenly unleashed its rage into the air and frowned. He did not want to do this. In truth, he had better things to do than some random, pointless fight. But, in the end, he simply couldn't say no.
Post by Kohara Akane on Dec 26, 2016 3:52:40 GMT -5
Wynter had no idea where she was, and why she was there. It seemed like just moments ago she was playing video games in her living room and eating Doritos. But here she was now, stranded in the middle of a desert.
What the hell?
She turned around as she heard a war cry, someone calling out to wage battle on another person. She hoped it wasn't herself.
When she noticed the other two standing there she breathed a sigh of relief, glad that she didn't end up in some sort of alternate universe where everyone looked irregular and had powers of some sort. Of course, being teleported randomly to a desert wasn't helping soothe her further.
"Oh, hey! Can you guys tell me where we are right now?"
Post by Calendrea Hughes on Dec 26, 2016 4:02:00 GMT -5
The scent of man thing wafted across the sands, carried to her on a wind older than the sands themselves. Her head turned over that bare right shoulder, the motion being carried down the length of her form with a pivot of her legs, so that her amber eyes might catch sight of those who had come to her call. Eyes narrowed to see two figures, as yet gender assumptions would have to wait due to the extreme distances involved.
Voices...only two? There were days when her battle cry ringing through the night would call out the Mongol hordes with the hooves of their mounts churning up the earth in their haste to engage her wrath. Well, times were not what they used to be and neither was the woman.
In one swift motion she unsheathed her katana and pointed it in the general direction of the duo. She would not look these gift horses in the mouth and gladly engage them this night. "Welcome to the beguine, prepare to dance!"
It was amazing how swiftly she could move in the split wrap of the Sari, but her feet pushed against the ground and she sped forward, the blood lust heavy in her eyes.
Post by claravonbrandt on Dec 26, 2016 4:13:49 GMT -5
Jason turned towards the rapidly approaching woman (was it a woman? He didn't know, but it probably was, his life was always being run by them for some reason), eyes of dull chocolate brown staring as she charged towards him from what must've been a mile off. Taking the time to dig out his well worn iPod nano (yes, I still have of those you shits) from his massive backpack, the man-boy plugged in a set of earbuds into the ancient device and set it to one of one of his favorite songs.
A couple seconds later he turned his head to Wynter, a fedora (a real one not a fucking trillby) suddenly appearing on his head just so he could tip it. "Milady. I'll be with you shortly- someone has a bit of uh... tension that needs releasing." Turning his head back to Calendrea (that WAS her wasn't it?), he smiled and pulled out a pair of Colt 1911 semi-automatic pistols, firing at the crazed woman with pinpoint accuracy because he could.
Because nothing said he had to fight fair in this silliness. Or stick to a single account, for that matter.
Last Edit: Dec 26, 2016 4:14:43 GMT -5 by claravonbrandt
Post by Kohara Akane on Dec 26, 2016 4:28:50 GMT -5
Sighing heavily as she watched the ongoings, she realized it was just like any other anime she had watched in the past. Right down to a fedora appearing seemingly from thin air. Why did it have to come down to this?
Wynter figured that if the others had some sort of weapon or power, she would have one as well.
She focused hard, letting her mind calm itself and manifest anything that would represent her being to the greatest extent.
Suddenly, she heard a pop, her eyes opened wide as she searched around frantically for anything that might have appeared on her form. Much to her surprise, she was accompanied by a cat tail and cat ears, twitching and swaying as if they were real. you've got to be fucking kidding me
Well, if Wynter knew one thing. In anime, if you didn't have powers, you were typically cute and distracting.
She ran up into the middle of the field in between the two weapon wielding strangers and stood shyly, glancing in each direction.
"Mew..." She started quietly
"I'm lost and I need a new home!"
God, I feel like a degenerate, but my role must be filled
This had been easy for Wynter, considering she spent countless hours on the internet pretending to be a fox/cat thing and causing everyone to cringe. Of course, this alternate universe would pin her to that standard as well.
Post by Calendrea Hughes on Dec 26, 2016 4:44:18 GMT -5
Calendrea? Who the hell was that? This woman had no name that would pass the lips of living man nor woman; to speak those words was to bring ruin and damnation upon the feckless inhabitants of the world. She had danced in the festivals dedicated to the gods, lept over the horns of the bull before the labyrinth planting her blade in that mighty creature's shoulders so that life might come to the land as its blood poured out upon the ground. No, she of no name...distant memories...inescapable past. The nameless woman continued her advance hungry for blood.
Typical man, for she could see now that he was, bringing a gun to a sword fight. While he be bopped to his bouncy tunes, she had quite another rhythm coursing through her veins to fuel this fight tonight. Even as he drew the 'tool' she surged weaves of the one power through the Ter'angreal in the hilt of her sword bisecting it into two identical blades for her dual wielding pleasure. Her leading foot would plant into the sands even as she pushed away from the ground and launched herself into the air rising above the oncoming onslaught of bullets.
From her vantage point it was if the world slowed giving her the bird's eye view of the woman running into the spray of bullets meant for herself. Well damned if she wasn't one of those lost kittens! Cursing in a forgotten language. This was not going to be pretty.
It was with a sigh that Jason watched the cat-girl-person-thing that was Wynter leap into the fray, only for the bullets to whiz by her through some weird, Wanted-esque bullet curving bullshit. He was a psychopath, not a sociopath, and he wasn't about to murder a cat-person-thing for no reason. Probably.
The change in tempo came with an appropriate change in music, and, tossing his guns aside because it looked cool, the manish child-thing that was himself charged forwards, finger fidgeting in the weird weeabo way when someone tried and failed to make those handsigns from Naruto. Unfortunately for everyone else, however, this is a bullshit moment, where shit happens because I say so, and so rather do utterly nothign and make him look like an idiot (well, ok, it still makes me look like an idiot), the silly pretend jutsu actually did something- namely it made about half a dozen copies of Jason, which sped forwards and summarily exploded.
But not before the male turned away from it, because cool guys don't look at their own explosions.
I think. Oh, and something about chakra and stuff.
Post by Kohara Akane on Dec 26, 2016 5:29:31 GMT -5
The fake Jason's all exploded into an intense flame around her, but she was unscathed, probably had something to do with her graciously good looks and her already smoking hot body. Not to mention, cute cat-girls never die in anime.
She looked around for the real Jason but he was nowhere to be found.
Did he blow up like the rest of the clones? Oops
Wynter glanced back at the woman who looked oddly like Calendrea and waved sheepishly at her. hopefully, the bloodlust the woman once had was gone and she wasn't still looking for a fight. It would be just her luck if she had to fight someone with no powers and only some measly ears and a tail.
Post by Calendrea Hughes on Dec 26, 2016 5:59:18 GMT -5
Her sensory perception picked up the use of chakra, naturally, due to the law of multi-classing-universe. It was no accident she was in the desert. As the left arm of the woman lashed out to hurl one of her heron marked blades, it sped through the air with the force of the one power behind it. The blast of the Bakuton Bunshin going off was no match for the targeted trajectory of the blade. It would streak through the flames to stab at the ground before the exiting one even as the woman who shall remain nameless - having an incredible hang time - performed one handed kata activating the Hiraishin no Jutsu [Flying Thunder God Technique] mark upon the blade.
Instantly the Kunoichi of the Sands defied space and time with the use of the Fūinjutsu. The next instant she was seen kneeling before the man, her hand left hand upon the hilt of the thrown blade. Her right hand wielded the twin of the sword to stab upward toward the chest of the walking man seeking his heart.
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The Arrancar have rebuilt Las Noches and are rallying. The throne remains empty, but self-styled Espada have risen up from among them and are vying for control, each one endlessly testing the others’ weaknesses. Too evenly matched for any one of them to claim the crown, they bide their time, waiting for the opportune moment.
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