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Post by The Sidhe on May 16, 2014 21:21:46 GMT -5
On the edges of a bay where the North Atlantic met docks was the city of Galway. With summer on its way in, the skies were clear, clouds casting shadows between stark sunlight that lit up the streets. The late afternoon rush was in full swing, cars weaving through crowds of people as they made for home. Even with the changing seasons, there was still a bit of a chill in the air, though not too severe. Dockworkers brought the ships in for the day, the regular nine-to-five crowd stopping by groceries before making for home for dinner, others ducking into pubs for a night of drinks and laughs with their coworkers. But Galway was merely a pit stop. The team would be given a ride out of the city in an older looking car, leaving the stark white port buildings and the smell of sea air behind for the countryside. An hour or two out of the way, their destination was acres upon acres of horse pasture, old stone walls splitting them off, the equines resisting jumping over them only out of and odd sense of obedience. The grass was vibrantly green against the sun, the air growing a tad more biting as they made their way higher up the roads. Cobblestone turned to gravel turned to dirt, slightly damp from recent rain. Waiting for them was the very definition of an old cottage up a small drive, granted it was visibly apparent even from the main road through the rolling green hills. Built of aged looking stone and what looked to be a very recent two story addition of stark white plaster, the addition of smoke steadily rising from the chimney and a large stable around the back seemed straight out a pleasant fable. If only anything pleasant awaited them. Out to pasture were no fewer than twenty horses in a variety of colors. Grazing and seeming perfectly calm, one or two new arrivals stuck close to their mothers, the foals occasional dashing around only to scamper back a moment later. A giveaway, though, was that none were more than a short ways from the stables. Inside, three even remained in their stables, though the doors were open for them. They were nervous about something, feeling it safer to stay close to home. Seated on the railing was a jittery look young man, pale with a shock of scruffy looking red hair beneath a paper boy’s cap. Dark brown eyes watched for the team and their transport nervously, drumming his fingers against the old wooden planks. He’d never been so anxious in his life. Retelling what he’d seen wasn’t the issue. The issue was that the sun was setting which meant it would be back soon. Swallowing dryly, he sighed and dragged a hand over his face. “I’m too bleedin’ young for this,” he muttered quietly. A young woman popped her head out of the barn, hands grasping a sweep broom from cleaning the maps. With the same color scheme as the other, not to mention the similar facial structure of a button nose and angular jaw, it was clear the two were likely brother and sister. “Saxon! Get down ‘ere and help me with the mats! Bailey tracked mud in all o’er them this mornin’!” At the shrill sound of her voice, the young man known as Saxon startled and rocked back, nearly falling off the rails. Turning around to shot her a look and looking visibly distressed, he yelled right back at her. “Would ye stop doin’ that? Yer gonna gimme grey hairs sneakin’ up on me like you do!” Moving his attention and his dark gaze back onto the drive, Saxon crossed his arms and took on a huffy demeanor, “’Sides, ye know I’m waitin’ on that team that’s comin’ out today, Mary.”The young woman rolled her eyes, waving the sweep at him. “I’m tellin’ you, yer mad! You fell asleep and had a nightmare, that’s all! It happens,” she said, dismissing his claims of a monster for the third night in a row. Saxon scoffed and held his head in his hand, mumbling quietly to himself, “right, nothin’. That’s why the farm hand down the road was found ripped ‘n half and chewed up. And old man Geary. And three of our neighbors.”“What was that?”“Nothin’. Don’t ye got sweepin’ to do?” He cast an irritated glance Mary’s way and she mimicked him in an obnoxious voice before disappearing from view back into the stables. Sighing heavily, Saxon turned his attention back to the drive right as the car turned up the road and came to a slow stop. Raising a hand, he waved to the occupants and waited for them to meander over. “God be good, this can’t be o’er soon ‘nough.” He cast an anxious gaze out onto the moors beyond the furthest pasture, to the thicket of low bushes and leaning trees and the small brook the awful creature had leapt from. A chill went down his spine. He tried not to think about it until he had to.
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Post by Misaki Saito on May 17, 2014 0:31:29 GMT -5
There was something utterly wrong about leaving at ten pm and arriving somewhere else around six pm due to time zones and flying halfway across the world. Thinking about it made Misaki’s head hurt, so she filed it away to the back of her mind under a lot of thinks she always told herself she would worry about later. The flight over hadn’t been painful per se, though it was fair to say that it was tense. Misaki felt only residual pricks of guilt and confused anger after the fight with Dion, but she was slightly more uptight than she should have been to other reasons entirely. She was excited. This mission had been a long time coming. She’d needed time to recover from the injury she sustained to her leg from that damn shark bitch, and then Dion getting hurt had come completely out of left field. They had been held back and stationary for way too long, and Misaki for on was practically vibrating with the need to kick some major kishin egg ass. After that they would finally be Two stars and she could call up her younger sister and rub her success in her face. She was the older sister, it was her job. All of her pent up energy had made sleep elude her for a good portion of the flight, but two hours in boredom set in and her eyelids grew too heavy to ignore. Misaki nodded off and stayed stuck in dream land until maybe an hour before they touched down in Ireland. It was considerably less cold than it had been in Finland, and for that Misaki was beyond thankful. The sun kept things pleasantly moderate, and she felt herself sighing in relief that it was neither freezing nor raining, because either would have seriously dampened her spirits. Literally. Weather aside, the ocean air reminded her of the piers of Seattle, or more accurately the smell of fish was what reminded her of home. Not the best smell, but a familiar one that managed to somehow calm her nerves rather than make her crinkle her nose. The urge to run to the car that awaited them upon arrival to Galway was near overpowering. However, Misaki still sported a vague limp from their last mission, so she restrained herself. Running now may mean she wouldn’t be able to run later if she needed to, not that she planned on it. She already knew her speed would be reduced because of it, the last thing she needed to do was wear herself out before they even reached their destination. Misaki wasn’t going to get hurt this time. She wouldn’t lose her grip, and she would make damn sure to keep on her guard. At least this time there didn’t seem to be any ice around to worry about. Seated in the car, Misaki felt like she should say something to Dion but…no words came to her. It felt like they had cleared the air a bit after their fight, but she still felt anxious around him, like she didn’t know how to speak to him anymore. She was sure it was all nerves and that it would disappear sooner rather than later, but it worried it. What the thing shows up and I can’t wield him anymore? It was a fear that had been going around and around in circles for a while now. They were both out of wack, maybe less so now, but still not in top form. Pursing her lips as she stared hard at the passing countryside, her expression tense and pensive. Thinking about it only made it worse, but it also made her more determined to succeed in an odd sort of way. They both needed this, that much was clear. Misaki tried to clear her head by focusing on the vast expanse of country side whizzing past them. The clear sky calmed her. The grass didn’t appear muddy anywhere, so footing would also be far better than on their last mission. While several small houses and fields full of sheep passed them by, the little cottage made of predominantly stone was where the car began to slow. The sight of horses was a switch, but she did note how they were oddly close to the one person she could see. Maybe they were just friendly, but then Misaki also didn’t have any experience with farm animals. She was just glad they weren’t cows. Exiting the vehicle once it had come to a full stop, she thanked the driver and walked around the car to join Dion in the short venture to the railing where the guy she assumed was their contact waited. He’d waved them over, she’d seen him from the window, so it was only fair to assume as much. Walking slowly due to the vague limp, she still held her shoulders stiffly, her face still expressive only in how determined she was. A thought ran through her head and exited her mouth before she could stop it. “I cannot wait to ram you through this thing’s chest.”Misaki felt a touch less tense having said that. It was the truth, and it broke the stiff silence. A good thing, considering they still had to listen to what would hopefully be helpful information. Pausing just before the ginger, Misaki gave a slight bow out of habit and tucked her hands into the pockets of her sweatshirt. “Evening, sir. My name’s Misaki Saito. We hear you have a monster problem.” No need to beat around the bush. Hopefully this would get them back where they needed to be, not that she minded if it proved to be a slight challenge. That just meant all the more great she and Dion would be for killing the damned thing.
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Post by Dion Key on May 22, 2014 23:16:23 GMT -5
When it said that they were going to the Irish countryside Dion wasn’t exactly sure what to expect. He was from the city and hardly remembered not living in it, in Australia they were in the middle of nowhere, and the last mission was just ice and suck. Not that Dion was too concerned about where they were going; all he was focused on was killing the kishin egg and becoming a two star. All they had to do was finish this mission and they would become a two star team, and that would mean that he was stronger as a weapon for it.
The fixation on being stronger was Dion’s way of countering the feelings he received from any residual madness. Once they were two stars he felt like it would get better but the task was managing to get to that point first. This mission was essentially a test for him to make sure he could do what was needed. Misaki wasn’t going to get hurt this time and the kishin egg was going to get very dead. Once the soul became his the weight in his chest about not being good enough as a weapon should pass and everything could go back to normal.
Not doing anything special prior to the start of the mission Dion managed remain focused on what he wanted to accomplish on the mission, as such sleep was easier than it had been before previous missions. It had been a decent amount of time after the bird thing appeared so nightmares weren’t nearly as frequent of a thing anymore for Dion which helped monumentally with the actually falling asleep thing. Getting ready for a mission that wasn’t located in some level of ice hell Dion kept to the basics and wore his usual attire or a black t-shirt, black hoodie, and green accented Tripp pants. The winning band that was on his shirt today was Story of the Year as could easily be read by the white and blue letters.
On the flight to Ireland Dion spent his time looking out the window and lost in thought. He wasn’t worried about there being any problems with him and Misaki on the mission despite the recent fight. Now he had the madness issue mostly under control so he figured without any of the emotions caused by it there wouldn’t be any problems. It was all speculation on his part nut that was better than nothing. The other thing on his mind was actually fighting the kishin egg. So far they had little idea what they were going up against except that it probably couldn’t pass as a human anymore and that made it easier for them, though he still wanted Misaki to check so he could be ready.
Met with the smell of fish Dion wasn’t sure what to think. It was so different than anything he was used to the weapon was just caught off guard. He was used to living near water but in the city fish was the last thing you were going to smell. If the area was already throwing him off and they weren’t even at the mission location yet Dion was mildly concerned about what was awaiting them. Walking to the car with Misaki he noticed she was walking slower than normal and still had the limp from the last mission. Great, a reminder of his earlier failure at keeping her safe. This time would be much different though, Misaki was staying safe even if he had to get injured in her place. After getting launched into the school how bad could the kishin egg be right?
Getting in the car there was silence filling the inside and nobody seemed to want to break it. That worked well enough for him since he got to relax and stare at the passing terrain. Wait this is was the countryside? Everything was so green and not surrounded by giant concrete and steel structures. What was there to climb? Clearly this was actually hell and the bird thing had won. He must be suffering from madness, there were horses not attached to carriages or police officers. Dion didn’t like where they were while they were in the car and leaving it didn’t improve anything.
Misaki came over to his side of the car as they left and off they were towards the only person around them they could see. Dion gave a nonchalant wave toward the driver but that was the extent of Dion’s thanks. Misaki’s comment brought a bit of a grin to his face, at least she was as pumped as he was.
”If things work out there won’t be much of a chest on it after.”
A chance to use their resonance out on a kishin egg was exactly what he wanted. Following Misaki he reached their informant and kept an eye on him for a moment. No, he wasn’t the kishin egg, far too nervous to just be waiting for Shibusen if he was. After Misaki had bowed Dion nodded his head to point at Misaki before sinking his hands into his hoodie pockets.
”Dion Key. So what can we be killing for you today?”
Done talking he waited for the informant to tell them what they needed to know so they could get the fun part of the mission started.
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Post by The Sidhe on May 23, 2014 14:56:46 GMT -5
The two that exited the vehicle were…not what Saxon expected. When he thought students he’d honestly expected them to look at least a few years older. Noting the slight limp the girl was sporting, he sure hoped they were tougher than they looked, granted the boy certainly didn’t look like someone he’d want to meet in a dark alley. At their greetings, Saxon tipped his hat and nodded, “Evenin’ yerselves. Name’s Saxon Wright.”
Dion was spot on in their contact’s behavior. Saxon couldn’t sit still, wringing his hands and hunching his shoulders, continuously tossing glances out over the moore with dark eyes. The poor young man looked very much like he did not want to be there. Swallowing dryly, he tried to calm himself, trying with difficulty to keep his gaze on the two students before him, “I wouldn’t call it a monster, more’ve a nightmare in my opinion but…” He trailed off, glancing towards the sun and kaleidoscope of colors painting the few clouds in the sky. “Listen to me babblin’. I’ll skip to the part ye need to here, it’ll be gettin’ dark soon, an’ that’s when it’ll show.”
Even his voice was shaky, hardly a stable vowel to be found in his thick Irish accent. Taking a deep breath, he blinked hard before beginning, the image of the monster still burned into back of both eyelids. “I was on foal watch last night with one o’ the mares. Couldn’t ‘ve been too late, maybe nine ‘r ten, but it gets dark ‘ere quick given we don’t have much else than stars. The lower halves o’ the barn doors were closed on either side, but the tops were still slung open since it’s been gettin’ muggy lately.”
Saxon pursed his lips as he paused, crossing his arms, “right ‘round when it got too dark to see much past the main road was when I heard it first. It was still far away, an’ to be honest I thought I was hearin’ things, but then it happened again. An awful, aggressive neighin’ of a horse that kept gettin’ closer. There weren’t a damn thing that was right about it. It echoed and sounded…I dunno, just wrong.”
Managing to maintain eye contact just barely, Saxon continued. “I thought maybe one o’ the neighbors’ stallions had got loose, so I got up to go take a look out one o’ the open sides an’…then I saw it.” The ginger paused only to turned and point a trembling finger across the moore to a small stream, hidden by weary looking wild rosebushes and weeping willows. “It came from there, leapin’ across the water and tearin’ straight across the pastures.” Shifting to the railing and steadying himself with one hand, he turned his attention back to the team.
“I ain’t never seen a horse that huge in all me life. This thing was at least twenty hands, er, six feet tall at its shoulders, maybe more. Built like a tank an’ faster than anythin’. Pitch black coat, blue and flaming mane, tail, and eyes! Its hooves glinted an’ looked like they were made o’ metal." He paused a moment, removing his hat to run a quaking hand through messy red curls, “I was so scared I couldn’t move, I couldn’t look away ‘r nothin’. Then it reared and whinnied and..I saw its teeth, so many o’ them, an’ all sharp, blood still drippin’ off ‘em.” He gave a desperate look at the team, “I bolted, pulled the tops halves o’ the doors closed, locked ‘em, an’ then crawled into the stall with the mare I was watchin’, hid with her ‘till sun up. I could hear it runnin’ circles ‘round the barn all night long, makin’ a terrible noise and spookin’ the other horses.”
Saxon almost looked relieved to have gotten it all out in one go, though not terribly so. After all, that thing was still out there, and would likely be back tonight. Taking a deep breath to calm himself more than anything, he managed to sound a bit steadier in speaking to the team this time. “I’ll be on foal watch again tonight, but I won’t get in yer way. That thing shows, I’m hidin,” he paused to cast a nervous gaze towards the setting sun, “it’ll be dark soon ‘nough. If there’s nothin’ else I should be helpin’ me sister get the horses in for the night, then you two can wait up with me for that nightmare to show its ugly face.”
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Post by Misaki Saito on May 23, 2014 17:34:28 GMT -5
Hearing Dion’s response calmed her more than she thought it would. Granted, that was likely just comfort from them not having been the best at communicating with each other recently. Misaki knew that they were both on the same page as far as killing the thing went, that was a given, but knowing they were both equally aggressive for this to be over was different. Seeing him back in his usual mood rather than how he’d been during their fight. It brought that wicked grin back to her face, though she tried to subdue it for now as to not scare their contact too much.
Well, Saxon had the nightmare part right. Misaki wanted to scan him out of habit but something told her this contact was one they could trust. Probably because he looked ready to dig a hole and hide under the fence for a while, but it also could’ve been the twitchy nature and how he couldn’t keep his eyes on them for very long. Nah, this guy ain’t it, she thought.
A giant horse? A giant horse? Misaki was having trouble trying to picture that. Probably because previously they’d fought exactly nothing even close to that. Their first soul had been that doctor in Austraila who’d been completely off his rocker, not to mention ballsy enough to call Shibusen himself as a cover. The last had been that shark bitch that gave her some nice if annoying scars, but in the end Misaki was the one who got to keep a few of her teeth in a jar, and Dion took her soul. As Saxon went on describing the thing, Misaki took a look subtle look around.
Six feet? None of the horses looked half that size from what she could tell. This thing was six feet at its fucking shoulder? Well that was encouraging. Nothing like a Kishin Egg that was gonna tower over her and make this all the harder. Granted that could also work to her advantage. If she was quick enough she may be able to just out maneuver it, though she had no clue how horses really moved. She’d never seen one attack anything given that they were, y’know, herbivores. This one sounded anything but. Misaki shoved her hands in her sweatshirt pockets, making a mental note that she was not letting this thing’s supposedly nasty, bloody razor teeth anywhere near her.
Another contact that needed to stay with them. The last time that happened, they’d been killed. Misaki narrowed her eyes very slightly, not liking the idea one bit. They would protect Saxon of course if it came to that, but when he assured him the first thing he would do once the thing arrived was hide she visibly grew less tense. This one she liked, he was smart and not packing scalpels from what she could tell.
A nightmare horse in the dark in an open field with little cover. This was sure to be an adventure, and the closer it got, the more she could feel all the pent up energy from weeks of sitting around healing start to pulse. It could’ve been her wavelength, but either way Misaki was ready and raring to go. Rocking back on her heels and removing her hands from her pockets to hold them behind her back, she winked at their contact and grinned excitedly. “Not a one from me, Mister Wright. I think we can take it from here.” Misaki cast a glance up at Dion, the excitement fading easily into a wicked grin that hadn’t been seen nearly enough latterly, “sounds like we’re in for a fun one, eh?”
Dark eyes found the setting sun eagerly. The myriad of colors that streaked the scarce clouds and cast long shadows in the fading light filled her with nerves that made her jittery, fidgeting in the way of folding her fingers and unfolding them behind her back. She couldn’t wait to get started. It had been far too long.
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Post by Dion Key on May 27, 2014 15:08:11 GMT -5
Their contact gave them his name so introductions were taken care of. With formalities out of the way they could get to what they came here for, information about the kishin egg. Dion didn’t think too much of Saxon but then again he didn’t really need to. As long as jittery Saxon was able to tell them what they needed to know to fight the kishin egg that was all he needed to do. Listening for anything of interest Dion hoped he stuck to the important bits and didn’t dwell on useless information.
Not a monster? What the hell was he talking about? Oh a nightmare, that made it more comforting. The pun with all the horses around was amusing to Dion but he was more interested in how to kill the thing than amusing horse puns. It seemed like Saxon had the same idea luckily and was going to skip to the stuff they were actually here for. Night was when the thing came out huh? Well that would be a first for them but not anything too worrisome. He said he was going to get to the important part but of course he had to preface it to set up the setting, as if it made a difference.
Dion could do without the dramatics, he preferred to do those himself, as much as they were setting the situation for the encounter with the kishin egg. Then the good part came and Dion actually focused on paying attention. It sounded fast so that was somewhat concerning but not entirely disheartening. The last kishin egg they went after was pretty quick as well but they still managed to take that one down with minimal issues. The more he talked though the more it sounded like it might be a bit more challenging.
It was a horse? The kishin egg was a fucking giant horse? That was certainly new considering the previous kishin eggs had all been mostly human. At six feet to its shoulders the kishin egg was taller than his extended weapon form so that was something to keep in mind. Of course it was also flaming blue because it wouldn’t be enough to just be a normal giant horse monster. Metal hooves sounded like the least of their concerns with everything else that was going on with the thing. Sharp teeth was practically a given at this point but Saxon specified it just to be sure.
At least the kishin hadn’t been able to break into the stall so there was a chance it wasn’t crazily strong. It also seemed to only be out at night which was odd, unless it was like some werehorse thingy. Not that it would take them all night to fight the thing but it did add some sense of timing to the mission. If by some chance it did take them all night maybe it would retreat once the sun came up and they could take it out then. Either way tonight it would be one step closer to being glue.
Saxon had to be out with them tonight so that was bothersome but at least he seemed like he would get out of the way and not be a nuisance. That seemed to be about everything he needed to tell them so now it was time to wait for the thing to show up. Noticing Misaki glance at him Dion returned a grin of his own. ”Sounds like it, let’s see how scary this thing actually is.” Fighting a giant horse did sound pretty interesting as long as people didn’t spill out after they killed it, that would suck.
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Post by The Sidhe on May 28, 2014 13:17:29 GMT -5
“Oh thank God,” Saxon sighed. They didn’t have any more questions, that meant he could work more towards blocking this short stretch of his life from memory. The sooner he could forget about this, the better. He still couldn’t decide whether the grins Dion and Misaki gave each other were unsettling or encouraging. Saxon decided to go with the latter. Let them look forward to the fight if they wanted. So long as they killed it, he really didn’t care how excited or sullen they looked doing it.
Eyes shifting to the sun sinking further and further out of sight on the horizon, Saxon shifted to his right. Swinging his legs over, he hopped down to the side of the railing opposite the team and gestured over his shoulder to the barn. “It’ll be gettin’ dark soon enough. Ye may wanna wait out here ‘till we get all the horses in, but that shouldn’t take long. Then all there’ll be left to do is wait.” Yes, more waiting for those terrible neighing sounds of the underworld. Saxon turned to get to work in an attempt to hide how bad he was still shaking.
Mary and Saxon were quicker than usual getting the horses into their stalls. Most didn’t need convincing, but then they likely knew what was tearing up the countryside as well as their caretakers did. Only the young foals leaping about needed convincing, but they followed their mothers easily enough. All the others followed the siblings with only a pat on the neck to remind them who to follow inside. Twilight fell over the farm with Mary marching back to the small cottage-looking house waving to the team and her brother before vanishing from sight. With the doors closed and the shutters left open so the students could keep watch it they wanted to from one end or the other, Saxon took his place next to the stall containing the pregnant mare. All they had to do was wait.
To say it got dark was an understatement. Looking out over the countryside at night felt like looking into empty, black space. Dim glows from down the road told of where the few old lamp posts were, growing dimmer as they grew more distant. Other houses could be seen far in the distance, shining like lighthouses before the occupants turned in and the beacons vanished. The inside of the barn at least kept a warm glow from old glass lights along the siding. Looking up at the night sky within would reveal countless stars not viewable anywhere near the city, dusting the sky with silver light.
The main road grew difficult to see, and as Saxon had told them, that was when it began. It sounded distant at first, a shrill whinny that didn’t sound quite right. The minute Saxon heard it, he grew tense. Rising from the stool he’d been sitting on next to the stall, he wheeled around and gripped the siding of the door with his hands. “Well, that’s it fer me,” he said frantically, “you two have fun!” With that the redhead jumped over the sliding wood door to the stall and crouched in the corner. The pregnant mare inside didn’t seem to mind, sniffing his hair before turning her attention back to her feed bucket. She was eating for two after all.
The sounds grew closer and more distorted as a result. Aggressive and throaty neighing drew nearer, hanging on the mist that clung low to the cool grass. It was ambient and delayed, carrying towards them until the source finally appeared. Leaping into view from across the moore, glinting bladed hooves barely touched the stream as the nightmare barreled forward into the pastures.
As giant as Saxon described to a T. Mane and tail of royal blue flames illuminated its black coat. Muscle fit for a draft horse moved smoothly as it galloped towards the barn, steam being snorted from its nostrils. The nightmare ran a single circle around the barn, flaming eyes peering in through the open shutters as the horses within began to stir and grow nervous. It doubled back and passed maybe fifty feet from the entrance, rearing back on its hind legs. Its front hooves kicked, metal now more apparent. Rows of blades that followed the curve glinted, scraps of gore still stuck between them. The nightmare neighed again, mouth open just enough to see teeth that would make a shark nervous. Tipping back down onto all fours, it paced and pawed the ground, ears flattened back against its skull. It knew they were there, it had seen them. The nightmare knew all it had to do was wait.
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Post by Misaki Saito on May 29, 2014 20:30:41 GMT -5
As she suspected, Dion was just as eager as she was, and Saxon appeared readily relieved that he wouldn’t have to say anything more about this crazy fire pony roaming the countryside. At their contact’s words, Misaki actually bothered to look up at the darkening sky. Oh yeah, it was getting dark out, wasn’t it? She’d been so fixated on hearing all the juicy details of the unfortunate soul they’d be fighting that the tiny Japanese girl hadn’t really been paying too much attention to what was around her.
Looking out to the sun as it dipped below the horizon, Misaki almost wished it would set faster. From what Saxon said this thing would appear after dark, but not until it was much later. That meant at least an hour or two of standing around waiting. Granted, she supposed it could be worse. Misaki would rather be hold up in a barn with light and warmth rather than trek through mud and scalpels or wind up in an impromptu ice dancing competition with a shapeshifter.
At the proposal that they wait outside until he and the lady who looked like his sister rounded up their livestock, Misaki nodded. “Sure thing, we’ll stay out of your way until you’re done.” Horses were fine, much better than cows, but Misaki was short and she would really rather not get stepped on. Her leg was nearly healed; she didn’t need a broken foot from a stray hoof to set her back to square one in the injury department. Watching the two work, though, was interesting. Maybe it was just her, but the horses seemed a little too obedient. She didn’t have much experience with farm animals, sure, but she didn’t even know any dogs that followed humans willingly into confinement that easily. Even so, once they were done and the girl Misaki assumed was his sister once she got a better look at her took her leave, she climbed over the railing and crossed the pasture with Dion towards the barn.
Darkness came more quickly than she expected, but going by what Saxon said it would still be a little while. With their contact seated at his post, Misaki spent the first few minutes wandering around peering into all of the stalls. She’d never really been around horses that much. She never had gone through the phase of wanting a pony when she was a little girl. Now, wanting a tiger, that was a different story entirely. They were interesting to look at for the most part, counting spots and colors and patterns and looking at name plates until that grew boring.
Misaki found her way to one end of the barn and hopped up to sit on one of the shorter walls. She could see the moore from one end and figured that if it was coming from anywhere, that was where it would appear. Watching it closely became difficult as it grew darker, not to mention there was a great distraction glowing further above. Dark eyes flitting up to the sky, Misaki stared for a while at the stars. She couldn’t remember ever seeing so many having grown up in two huge cities during her lifetime. Kyoto and Seattle both had enough light pollution that only a few were visible. Out here, there were clusters upon clusters. But stargazing would come later. Misaki turned her eyes back to the direction she remembered the little stream being in and continued to play the waiting game.
Hearing the noise was new. Misaki couldn’t remembered ever hearing anything like it before despite how far off it was. If that weren’t proof enough that their crazy doom pony was on its way, Saxon definitely was. She watched him climb into the stall and let her wicked grin form on her face. “Don’t worry,” she assured him in a playful tone, “this thing’ll look like it went through the slaughterhouse once we’re through with it.” Hearing that awful sounding neigh again, Misaki turned her head to see if she could spot the thing yet. When she saw blue, her grin widened.
She hopped down from her perch as it got closer, backing away from the doors lest it poke its head in and try to bite her head off, which she wouldn’t put past it as it got closer. Gravitating towards Dion, she looked on as it ran a circle, coming into view for a few moments as it passed the open shutters before disappearing from sight, noting that the other horses were now visibly and audibly worried. Misaki followed its path by turned around until it paused on the opposite side of the barn. So it was waiting for them? How courteous.
The eagerness she’d first felt was back. It felt like her cells were vibrating from how excited she was to stab this thing. Hurrying to the opposite door, she paused before opening it and held a hand out to Dion, an eager grin and a determined gleam in her eye. “Ready to make some glue?” As she used her opposite hand to open the door, that twinge of worry at the back of her mind decided to return. Her expression faltered only slightly, but Misaki felt that ounce of worry with stinging clarity. Please let me be able to wield him still. Please. Dragging the wooden barrier back, she exited the building slowly and halted twenty feet out.
Saxon hadn’t been kidding, this thing was huge. It towered over her easily as Misaki sized it up from afar. Actually seeing it closer, she whistled. “You’re awfully tall. Looks to me like somebody needs to cut you down to size!” Cockiness aside, this would be a challenge. This thing looked strong, and they already knew it was fast. The teeth and hooves would need to be avoided, and that fire made Misaki nervous. Hopefully this thing didn’t breathe blue as well. That would suck. There was a list in Misaki’s head of the things she didn’t need on this mission, and singed hair and clothes was now on it. Just in case.
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Post by Dion Key on Jun 3, 2014 15:51:21 GMT -5
Well it looked like Saxon was relieved he didn’t have to tell them any additional details. The behavior would have been somewhat suspicions if Saxon wasn’t just so unthreatening. He needed to get in the habit of not assuming the contact was the kishin egg as that wasn’t going to always be the case, probably an unlikely scenario in all honesty. Their last mission didn’t have the contact as the kishin but their first mission kept that skepticism in the back of his mind. If a kishin did try to do that trick on them again he would be stabbed through their chest before they had the chance to offer his hot chocolate they had no intention of giving him.
The sun had ceased its unsettling laughter and had started to doze off as it fell lower in the sky and would make way for the even more unsettling satellite that was the black blood encased moon. Now it was a matter of waiting for the sun to finish falling so that the moon would rise and with it the kishin egg for them to end. Saxon had to go do farm things which made sense but didn’t really involve them. Misaki answered that they could wait and they really didn’t have a choice, they needed to wait for night anyway.
While Misaki watched the two work with their farm stuff Dion tried but lost interest near instantly. Bored with that he jumped up on the fence and spent the time walking along the fence and looking around. They were so far away from the familiar sights of a city it unsettled Dion a little but the open space meant there wouldn’t be any interruptions and less collateral damage. As long as they didn’t get too close to the barn they shouldn’t have any issues with obstacles.
After a little wait it seemed the work was done and they were supposed to go with Saxon into the barn to wait. The barn was…less than ideal waiting conditions but there wasn’t much to be done about that. Dion stood near the shutters so he could watch for signs of the kishin and also to be as close as he could be to fresh air. Barns were not his thing and he would be more than happy to be out in the open and killing something. With the ever growing darkness he shouldn’t be waiting for too long.
When the glow from the barn surrounded them and the world outside became a void of blackness Dion got anxious. Fidgeting slightly he was waiting for the slightest indication of the kishin egg to reveal itself. One might assume he was nervous but that never crossed his mind, he was way too excited! All it took was the distant whinny reaching his ears for Dion’s face to break into a not quite sane grin, this fucking glue stick was the closest he could get to killing that bird and he was going to enjoy it.
His grin broke when he heard the nervous voice of Saxon and turned to look at their frightened contact. Misaki attempted to placate him so Dion wasn’t going to bother with an attempt. Fun was a bit of an understatement for what Dion had in mind but he took the comment all the same. Making his way to Misaki’s side he grinned at her comment and looked on at the kishin egg in amusement.
”Of course, maybe it will even be the cool blue kind.”
Comment done he noticed Misaki’s hand but did not transform, he wanted to see this thing with his own eyes before transforming. Walking out he got his wish and could see the imposing horse in all its overdone glory. Yeah, that was definitely a large flaming horse but soon it would be the soul that took him to Two star and that was more important. A smirk on his face he looked at the horse’s face and flipped his hair to the side.
”Ello beasty.”
His accent was horrible but that was irrelevant to a horse. Extending his right hand he pointed at it calmly with the smirk still stuck on his face.
”From now on I’m going to call you Elmer. Bye bye Elmer~”
Done with his banter he quickly flipped the horse off as his body was enveloped by a neon green light and transformed into the three foot figure of his weapon form. Landing in Misaki’s hand he receded to the familiar darkness of his weapon form and awaited the battle ahead. He was ready to take this thing out and Misaki was the same, they would become Two stars with this and he would redeem his fuck up at the school in one swoop.
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Post by The Sidhe on Jun 4, 2014 12:00:20 GMT -5
When the door slid open and a stream of light cut through the suffocating darkness lingering outside, the nightmare stirred up an unholy racket. Pawing at the ground and shaking its head, turning in circles and neighing low in its throat. A blue glow lingered in the air around it wherever the flames touched as it moved before fading into the black that blanketed the countryside. Had there not been such a shine on its coat, it may have melted into the background. Once the team was visible to the creature, it reared back on its hind legs once more, cutting at the air with its front hooves. Falling heavily back on all fours, it lowered its head and made what almost sounded like the equine form of a growl, steam escaping from flaring nostrils. Its mouth hung open for just long enough to expose pointed ends of teeth, hidden again quickly as it drew back several paces. It wasn’t interested in the team talk, nor did it react to either of their little speeches. The new name meant nothing, and the sound made by their words only fanned the flames to its aggression. Snap, maul, trample, tear. That’s what it did, and that’s what it would continue to do. These two were nothing more than another meal, waiting to be ripped apart and dragged all over the moore just like all the rest. In a switch, it seemed oddly calm save for how urgently it moved, pacing and turning back and forth at a slower rate, almost as if to observe them. Something was different, but a little change in diet never hurt. They were still meat, after all. Planting its hooves firmly, the nightmare suddenly became still, breath still leaving in heavy pants that rumbled in its chest. Its ears flattened back against its head, and that flaming tail of blue whipped back and forth to cast lingering streams of fire in the air. Lifting its head, the creature wasted no more time. It charged straight for the team, closing the distance in no time. It reared and swung heavy bladed hooves at the Meister’s head, aiming to split skin and splinter skull. It wasn’t done there, though. As quickly as it rose, it dropped back to the ground and reeled around them, snapping the Meister’s legs from the right. Its teeth split into two maws with gore still clinging between the grooves. After two initial attacks, one would have expected the nightmare to run and gain some distance, make for another powerful charge. But that was the exact opposite of what it did. The creature instead stayed close, no more than five feet from the team, just enough distance to enable it to reach for them again with sharp teeth. It wasn’t the type to run from a fight, they would find.
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Misaki Saito
Meister
Spear Technician
Tiny Japanese Girl
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Post by Misaki Saito on Jun 4, 2014 21:58:26 GMT -5
Dion not taking her hand like usual made Misaki just a teensy bit more anxious. Her eyes darted to him nervously, but the look on his face turned her thoughts around. That was not a look of distrust, that was a look of eagerness to get started. Letting a grin grow on her face again, she snorted at Dion’s poor attempt at an accent and started snickering at the new name he gave their opponent. Hey, may as well have something to say goodnight to once they killed the thing.
Having kept her hand near to him, she watched Dion transform and held her breath without even meaning to. His three foot form dropped into her palm and her fingers closed around it naturally. A quiet sigh of relief left her. No added weight, no nothing. Oh thank fuck. The feel of the Demon Spear in her hand again and the knowledge that she could wield him again put a wicked grin back on her face. It had been way too long. Staring down the nightmare with a gleeful glint in her eye, she spun Dion around in her hand before switching to holding him with two. Not necessary while he was still so compact, but better to be ready than not. “What are you waiting for, Ponyta?” she taunted as the thing slowed briefly, “take a picture, it’ll last a hell of a lot longer than you will!”
That seemed to get the thing moving again. As it charged at them, Misaki found her stance for stability and waited, which didn’t take long. This thing was fucking fast. Saxon may have mentioned it, but Misaki hadn’t expected how much of an understatement it had been. As it reached them and reared, Misaki noted instantly that her height would for once work to their advantage with how it attacked, at least in that moment. Ducking under bladed hooves, she quickly spun under its right shoulder and made a stab at the underside where the joint connected.
Oh, it wasn’t done? Well neither was she! She felt more than saw it wheel around to the back of her, hot and rancid breath against her leg. “Oh hell no, like that’s gonna happen again!” Her leg had just healed. Misaki didn’t have time for this hell pony’s nippy bullshit. Switching stances and turning out of the way in one fluid motion, it only got a mouthful of fabric. The sound of her skirt tearing only added dramatic effect. Oh no, there were teeth marks. Misaki wasn’t too worried, she could just hem it once they were home and this flaming asshole was dead.
Misaki was expecting for it to back off. It had charged with determination, so she assumed it would do so again only to be proven wrong. Not the first time since she wasn’t exactly one to strategize, but luckily her ability of winging it was firing on all cylinders today. Leaning on her limping leg made her need to move quickly to the one that was still strong, but she could work with that so long as she didn’t stumble. This thing was too fast to risk falling.
She watched its neck bend around and teeth snap at her again. Misaki repeated her previous action, moving into the curve of its body and beyond its reach in the process. Damn if it wasn’t tall, the sheer size of it hitting her now that she was standing only feet from it. Its back was at least a foot and a half above the top of her head. The tiny Japanese girl became more focused because of that. A dozen daring ideas filled her head running with its height, but for one she decided none of them were worth the risk.
After basically keeping with a full circle turn, Misaki spun in the opposite direction and jabbed at its shoulder again, ramming as hard as she could before ducking underneath its neck and onto the opposite side. Taking advantage of the recovery time it needed, she knelt quickly and gripped the end of the spear with both hands, swinging hard at the knee nearest to her before leaping back. She faltered on her bad leg as she landed, but Misaki managed to recover, compensating with an extra step back rather than sticking it. Whatever, she wasn’t a gymnast.
With the barest distance between them now, Misaki switched back to her original stance to get the feeling of being steady again back in her legs. She flipping Dion around in her hands, and held him poised at her side. “Dion, do me a solid and extend. As fun as spinning in circles next to a half-assed Rapidash is, I ain’t no ballerina and could use the distance with this fucker being so tall.” That wasn’t the only reason though. Misaki had an idea to go along with it. Stupid, reckless, but an idea nonetheless that would put her Pulse Wavelength to good use. She’d been too still, and now she felt like she was bursting at the seams with it, and there was nothing better for Misaki to take it out on than a nightmare.
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Post by Dion Key on Jun 9, 2014 23:13:29 GMT -5
Even though the kishin egg was in the form of a big ass horse Dion did hold out a little hope that it retained some human intellect, mainly the ability to speak. Honestly seeing a kishin horse talking would have been reward in itself but knowing that what you were shit talking understood you was also a plus. Unfortunately the kishin egg didn’t really respond to the taunts in anything other than horse stuff, which Dion had no idea what it meant. It did show its messed up teeth to them but something told him it wasn’t to smile at Dion’s wonderful wit.
Not discovering the kishin’s sense of humor was regrettable but ultimately irrelevant as it would be a floating orb in a few minutes that would shortly after become a part of him. Dion couldn’t say he was exactly thrilled at the idea of absorbing the soul of some equine creature but it couldn’t be worse than the slime fish thing from last time. In the end all the souls amounted to about the same thing anyway so there wasn’t much to think about. In his weapon form Dion knew there was only so much time left before the soul was his and they could leave behind the demon horse and the others.
Misaki gave him a quick spin before the action started and everything seemed to be fine, not that he had any doubts. Her foot concerned him but with the test run that shouldn’t be an issue, it was healed enough for this to be alright. From the darkness that surrounded him in his weapon form Dion watched the kishin horse to see what it would do now that it was confronted by this imposing force of awesome. A few words from Misaki and the battle would begin, Elmer the nightmare making the first attack.
Speed was obviously on Elmer’s side and if its body was any indication so was power. Alright, not like they needed the odds stacked in their favor anyway! Misaki handled the attack well and avoided the seemingly bladed hooves by ducking under them. Good, the thing being a giant wasn’t totally a disadvantage for them. His meister turned the dodge into an attack and sent one of his tips into the beast at what seemed like a pretty good weak point. He wasn’t sure why she didn’t extend him to his six foot form to give them some distance but didn’t vocalize it.
Once he made contact with the thing a fact became very clear, stabbing it at random was going to accomplish nothing. His form combined with Misaki’s abilities just didn’t allow for enough damage to be done with singular strikes. Elmer was just too massive to suffer fatal damage unless they got a really good attack in. If they were going to take down this thing they needed to hit it where it was most vulnerable or else it was just going to inconvenience it. Going for the head was always a good idea but the height didn’t really allow for such a tactic.
Misaki was doing a good job at avoiding the thing though so that was a plus. She wasn’t going to get hurt on this mission, even if that meant him transforming back and seeing how well he could balance on a flaming horse. The mental image was pretty majestic but Dion would rather avoid that situation if he could. A few more attacks from Misaki and they were doing pretty alright but lacking the raw power needed to topple the creature. Of course there was a way around that issue. Hearing Misaki ask for him to extend Dion’s image appeared in the black of his weapon form before rolling his eyes at her.
”If you wanted me to extend you don’t need to ask for my permission, you can control my form on your own.”
Not really the time for a tutorial session Dion did do what was asked and popped out into his six foot weapon form. Before his image faded from the weapon though he looked from the kishin to his meister and gave his attempt at strategy.
”I don’t think we can take it down with brute strength or good looks, try to cripple it a bit instead. Make it an easy target then finish it with our real power.”
With a grin he faded out of the weapon and returned to his more backseat view. Misaki understood what they needed to do and she was his partner, so there wouldn’t be a problem. Once Elmer was ready to die they just had to use their resonance and it was glue sticks for everyone!
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Post by The Sidhe on Jun 10, 2014 12:59:07 GMT -5
Even the nightmare was smart enough to learn not to let the Meister duck under it again. The jab at the joint beneath its shoulder certainly drew blood and stung, but muscle prevented the end of the spear from going any deeper. It didn’t even sound like it was in pain, it only snorted, almost like it was laughing at them. Surely they could do better than that. At the very least it got a mouthful of fabric in its attempt to bite, catching on sharp teeth and turning its head briefly to spit it out.
The Meister suddenly switching direction from where it was turning threw the nightmare, but only for a moment. The jab at its shoulder stuck deeper this time, eliciting a brief whine and angry bay. That one had hurt, but it still wasn’t enough to hinder the creature’s movement. As the blow to its knee came next, the creature was merely caught off balance. Once again there was too much muscle protecting the joints and tendon within. The nightmare hopped back on its hind legs, pawing at the air with the afflicted leg to test it before falling back to the ground. Uncomfortable but not an actual injury.
While the team recovered, the nightmare began to pace, keeping to a trot and tossing its head. Its flaming mane tossed and whipped through the air, and it tail mimicked the motion by thrashing like a long, glowing whip. Its shoulder sported an ache at best, blood making black shine even brighter through the dark. Annoying, but certainly not hindering. As they were still, it sized them up. The little one was fast, but she was little. A change of approach was in order. Rearing hadn’t done any good and proved to be a poor move. She could keep pace with it enough to avoid bites even at the close proximity and with its height towering all around her. But it knew another way it hinder and hurt.
Snorting steam, the nightmare threw back its head and unleashed another echoing and unnatural neigh. It didn’t even step back when it charged, it needed no time to ramp up in speed. It closed the distance quickly once again, but this time was different. It kept its head low, or as low as it would go which was still above the Meister’s head by a foot at least. Once it was on them, the nightmare came to a screeching halt. It made a single snap at the Meister’s head before it made as though to rear again, but only stayed with its front legs maybe a foot or two off the ground.
And then it brought them back down with ridiculous force, carving deep imprints in the earth and aiming bladed hooves at the Meister’s feet and legs. Maybe if it could squish her enough she’d stop moving. The creature was still quick, hooves coming down again and again in quick succession and tearing up whatever the blades drove through. As it stilled, it drew its head back up for balance. Trying to lean down and snap at them again would throw it off and then it would be vulnerable to greater injury, even if regaining its footing would only take a moment.
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Misaki Saito
Meister
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Tiny Japanese Girl
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Post by Misaki Saito on Jun 10, 2014 17:36:39 GMT -5
Wow. Her attacks apparently did exactly nothing but piss it off. Fantastic. “Tch!” A bit of a sour look developed on her face. Misaki really was not in the mood to fuck around with what was apparently a very thick skinned demon pony, and Dion’s comment really didn’t help-wait… She could do that? While knowing she had the ability to extend his spear too, that would’ve been fantastic to know a few minutes ago, but at least she could take advantage of that in the future. New information aside, Misaki resisted the comment that gathered on her tongue and merely shot the reflection in the Demon Spear a look. She could do without the sass for now but there was also no need for her to remark and potentially throw off their groove. They were starting to heal. She breathed in, out. They could do this.
Feeling six feet of badassery in her hands, the grin returned to her face. Spinning Dion around for good measure, she regained a longer stance and held him a bit lower than before, one end lower to the ground with the other raised up more behind her. As she watched the nightmare pace and act like a total drama queen, she listened to her Weapon’s suggestions. The grin he gave her widened her own. “Yeah, the whole deal with it looking completely fine kinda drove that home…but I have an idea of how to cripple it. If I can pull it off, it’ll give us the perfect chance to go glow.” Misaki sounded confident, but she knew full well that what she planned was daring, and that if it didn’t work they would be completely screwed, or rather she would be at least.
Misaki held her stance as the thing charged, noting how it had its head lowered. If it kept it down, that would make this all the easier for her to pull off and lessen the danger she was about to put herself in by a mile. The tiny Japanese girl watched it closely, surprised when it came to a sudden halt. It snapped right at her face and Misaki reacted on instinct, ducking once again and then leaping backwards. “Yeesh, ever heard of breath mints, Elmer?” Again she faltered a bit when she landed, but there was no way in hell she was going to let herself fall. Regaining her balance, she moved quickly back even more as its hooves came crashing down at her feet. Sneering more than grinning Misaki gained only a meager amount of distance. It had given her the perfect opening, even if its head was raised. Six feet of spear plus her extra height was more than enough.
“What the hell did I tell you?” Her voice was nothing but taunt. Shifting her grip on Dion so her hands held in opposite directions near the top, she carried out her plan. “That’s not,” she stuck the end of the spear firmly into the ground, “gonna,” Misaki crouched as much as she dared while gathering her wavelength and concentrating it into her right foot, “happen!” Putting her weight into the Demon Spear, Misaki pushed off the ground and used the angle to sail up with her foot directed at the side of the nightmare’s head. Come on, come on! She gazed with a slight amount of worry visible, only to have it vanish when she saw that she would be high enough.
Her foot connected with the left side of its head between an eye and its jaw. The Soul Purge exploded on contact, sparking with the extra wavelength she carried. She could feel unnecessary pressure in her calf from her still healing injury but she ignored it as best she could. Misaki quickly shifted and planted both feet on its face and pushed off to use it to propel herself backwards. She felt the ground shift as the spear began to tilt from the movement and she straightened as much as possible, pulling Dion along with her. Her feet hit earth and she stumbled fully, reeling back into a kneel before being able to wheel around and not only fix her stance but gain some distance.
She could feel the twinge in her leg and her wavelength already starting to rebuild, her current connection to Dion likely accelerating it. Letting out a sigh of relief, Misaki tightened her grip on Dion and fixed her hands to face forward, holding him out in front of her with a determined grin on her face. “Alright, Dion,” she said firmly, clear excitement seeping into her voice, “Let’s go!”
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Post by Dion Key on Jun 15, 2014 2:32:24 GMT -5
It looked like Misaki understood that normal attacks on the kishin egg wouldn’t be nearly as fatal as they wanted. She also got his little reminder that she could control the size of his weapon form without waiting for him to do it himself. Man if he had to manually shift between the sizes of his weapon form that would be horribly inconvenient. His words might not have been the best picked at the moment if her glance was anything to go off of but the details weren’t that important. What mattered was that she knew now and could use the info to kill the monster in front of them.
The spin must have looked awesome so she got some style points for that. Whatever plan she had must be awesome because well it was them. Wait a minute? Go glow? Alright Misaki lost all her points for saying that. Honestly of all the things she could say she wet with go glow? Resonances had names for this exact reason! Well the real reason was so Shibusen could actually categorize them and keep track of what resonances could do. Name aside there was a plan so time to see how it worked out.
Dion hadn’t caught the if part of her plan but she sounded confident enough that he wasn’t worried. Plus the fact that it was them lowered his concern; they could do anything with their combined bad assery. Leaving the execution to Misaki he watched and prepared for what was to come. The kishin charging should have been more intimidating but after that slight confidence boost he was ready to take it on. Dion was a tad concerned when he felt Misaki’s step falter but she handled it well so there was no need to worry too much about it.
The plan went into motion and Dion caught on rather quickly. Being stabbed into the ground was unpleasant but it was all for the greater awesome so he let it slide. His meister using his weapon form as a vault wasn’t too bad, not the coolest option but it got the job done. A soul purge kick to the face had to hurt, if crippling levels was questionable but it was something. Misaki propelled herself off the beast and landed with some difficulty. Concern could be expressed later, now was not the time to fret over every potential injury.
”I give you seven points for the launch, nine for the dismount, but only four for the landing. Maybe try adding a backflip into the routine next time.”
With Misaki’s words he was ready to begin, his consciousness drifting from the suffocating blackness to the less suffocating blackness that surrounded the landscape of his soul. Sitting on the rooftop that was his soul he gave a quick look around and saw the rocks and fences that were supposed to be there, all in place and undisturbed. The lack of fire or other sign of madness brought a grin to his face and gave him a massive boost in confidence.
”Alright! One dead glue stick coming right up!”
The pure joy was obvious in Dion’s voice along with the slightest twinge of his accent. He couldn’t feel the madness gripping his soul and the relief from that was all the confidence boost he needed to lift his mood one hundred fold! Focusing on his wavelength and Misaki’s he felt the frequencies and smoothed out any differences so they matched. Feeling the pulse from her soul travel along the connection he was ready and when it hit he sent it back instantly.
Faster and faster the cycle continued as the focus of the wavelength travelled from her soul to his and back. With each pass it built and grew stronger until it felt like bouncing a giant teal sun between the two. Reaching the peak of the connection Dion maintained the connection and released the focus so the wavelength would flow. A surge of energy flowed through the connection and the grin on Dion’s face could only be described as manic. His weapon form gave off a slight glow before the black of his weapon was replaced by a strict plain silver.
A teal glow formed in the center before erupting out and spreading over the spear, coating the spear in a teal light that shone in the darkness. The tips of his weapon form gathered the light and exploded into a bladed and spiked form on each end. Finished transforming the weapon gave off the light of their souls and acted as a beacon in the darkness. Dion was simply ecstatic from the energy caused by the resonance as well as the fact that they were getting to use it against a real kishin and not just an insidious tree.
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