It's that time again, time for another wonderful monthly event that can score you some extra points! Things are a bit simpler this time around. This month we are doing a Side Swap! It's fairly straightforward. If your character is a student or teacher, post as though they were a Kishin Egg instead, or even a Witch for you lovely ladies out there wanting to mix things up even more. If you RP a Witch or a Kishin Egg, post as though they were a student at Shibusen or perhaps a teacher depending on their age. Keep in mind that the site and character rules still apply with these posts so I don't want to see any male Witches, people.
Guidelines - Posts must be at least 1000 words - Post them right here as replies so they're easy for me to find~ - Deadline is April 3rd, 2012
As for the goodies, you'll get 90 extra points for participating but if you really blow me away with your writing then I'll up it to 100.
Post by Misaki Saito on Mar 25, 2012 18:27:56 GMT -5
Another day, another fire. This was becoming quite the pattern in the countryside, not that Misaki minded. Then again, she was the one starting all the fires. It was in her nature and in her blood, she simply couldn’t contain herself. A snap of her fingers and one little spark could light an entire forest on fire. A wave of her hand and a town would burn. It was all so exciting! Leaning back against the burnt bark of a tree, she hoped the ash would stain her clothes too badly. She didn’t mind a smudge or two here and there but she’d hate to ruin a perfectly good kimono, not that she couldn’t just steal another. The smell of smoke still clung to her from the night previous, not that it didn’t always. A time where she didn’t smell of a fireside was rare indeed.
Hearing the familiar sound of paws trotting over ashes, she turned to see her beloved companion making his over to her. Kneeling down, Misaki scratched the red fox gently behind the ears and smiled,
“There you are. What were you thinking running off like that, Hibiki? I was worried sick about you!”
Hibiki merely tilted his head and stared at the witch. Rolling her eyes, Misaki supposed she shouldn’t scold him too much. Animals weren’t particularly fond of fire after all, he probably just wandered too far from her and got spooked by the flames. Standing once again, she turned and began heading South. She’d taken care of the forest well enough the previous night but the small town that lay in the valley below it was still standing. That would soon change though. With Hibiki traipsing along at her side, Misaki doubted it would take very long to get there. She walked quickly and without as many tree and brambles in her way, the path was almost completely clear. A charred skeleton of an animal here and there distracted her occasionally along her way, a terrible grin coming to her face whenever her eyes spotted one. She really did enjoy herself far too much.
The trek through the woods yielded little in the way of scenery to look at. Almost everything was completely torched. A few of the older trees still stood, burnt out husks of what they used to be. Misaki’s footsteps left clear imprints in the ashes, small clouds of grey dust swirling around her feet as she walked. Hibiki padded along silently beside her, looking all around at the barren remains of the woods. This was just one of many she’d burned, though. A good part of the countryside was completely burned to the ground. No doubt Shibusen would be on her tail soon, but Misaki didn’t seem to care. Her flames kept her very busy after all and besides, why worry if she knew she could easily defeat whoever they sent her way?
Coming to a stop, the witch looked out at the scene before her. It was a pretty site, one that would become truly beautiful once night fell. Fire was always far lovelier at night, the way the flames seemed to reach for the sky. The town was situation awfully deep in the valley. She could only spot a few clear ways leaning out and those would be almost painfully easy to block. Misaki supposed that the quaint little houses made of wood and stone would appear cozy to some, but to her they were an eyesore. They would look so much more alive engulfed in red. The very thought made her grin wickedly. Night would not fall soon enough for her liking, but she supposed all good things came to those who were willing to wait. Luckily it would take her until then to trek down into the valley from the hillside she currently stood upon. Misaki looked down at Hibiki and raised an eyebrow,
“Well? Are you going to tag along or will you run away like last time?”
The fox looked towards the small town in the distance and emitted a low growl. That was enough of an answer for the witch and she began walking again. All too soon did plant life begin breaking through in patches hear and there between ash that had been blown by the wind. The lovely and calm scene of a blackened and grey forest of char was slowly replaced by far more colorful sights. Misaki absolutely detested having to snap twigs and branches out of her walking path but burning them out of the way would create smoke which may cause alarm in the town she was heading for. She’d hate for them to get spooked and run, that would just take all of the fun out of setting it ablaze. Thankfully she managed to meander through the forest’s foliage just after dusk.
People away from the cities always seemed to turn in earlier than others. Misaki didn’t mind this fact; it just meant she didn’t have to wait around for very long. With Hibiki trotting ahead of her a few steps, she slowed in her steps, chanting spells softly, barely whispering them. Holding her arms out and extending her fingers, tendrils of flame formed from her fingertips, seeming to float on the wind before spiraling out towards the buildings alongside the path. Being made of wood and stone, the houses easily caught fire. Small plants left outside for decoration were very easily set aflame with a snap of her fingers and a few sparks. Spying an open window, Misaki grinned maliciously and strayed from the main path she was on to investigate. Standing on tiptoe, she peered in and spied a small girl, perhaps eight years old, wide awake and unable to sleep. The child gasped and immediately ran to a corner when she saw the witch. Misaki brought a finger to lips,
“Ssshhh. No need to be frightened. I’m only worried you’ll freeze with the window open.”
Misaki’s words did nothing to comfort the girl who still looked at her with wide-eyed terror. Chuckling, the witch supposed there was no comforting her. No matter, that wasn’t what she was there for. Bringing her hand to her face, she turned them palm up and whispered another chant. The palms of her hands immediately were engulfed in flames and Misaki smirked before blowing sparks into the girl’s room. The paper of the shoji screens and the soft material the floor and futon was made of instantly caught fire, leaving the girl in the corner to shriek. Misaki drew away from the window and continued on her way, staggering a bit from laughing too hard. She hadn’t realized she’d begun to cackle, but the look on the child’s face had been priceless. Hibiki skipped along beside her and yipped, glad to see she was having fun. This was all a big game to him, after all, he was only a fox.
The time for being careful was over and done with. Misaki switched from walking to running, kicking stray cinders that floated down to the pathway through the town back at the houses and plants to do their job properly. Running eventually turned to dancing and she soon wound up singing her spells, tired of whispering. Besides, the whole town likely knew she was present, not that there was anything they could do about it. Not fancying being caught in the street, she climbed a fence and hopped to a rooftop before skipping along the shingles. Hibiki followed her, climbing up cautiously as to not fall into any of the infernos that were slowly consuming the houses behind them. Not even trying to restrain herself any longer, Misaki became a dancing flurry of flames and laughter along the rooftops, shooting strings of fire down into streets where people were now trying to escape the flames. Watching them dodge one shot of flame only to fall back into a burning house almost made her keel over with laughter.
Reaching the very last house within the town, Misaki turned on her heel before seating herself and watching the flames spread. The entire valley would be nothing but a great big inferno soon. She only had a limited amount of time to sit and watch her handiwork before she was forced to flee. Misaki watched the flames engulf each building and slowly grow larger; looking almost as if they were trying to climb the burning structures and reach for the sky. Screams and shouts could be heard very faintly from the few unfortunate enough to have awoken. Fleeing a fire was no simple feat, especially since she’d set fire to all the main pathways leading out of the village along her way in. The smoke would soon take care of anybody stupid enough to try and leave anyway. The thought of those poor, unfortunate souls pathetically crawling along the path hacking and coughing on smoke brought a terribly malicious sneer to Misaki’s face. Hibki walked quickly in a circle around her, whining and being to bold as to paw at one of her sleeves. The fire was getting a bit too close to them for his liking.
Misaki paid the fox no mind. He could leave if he wanted to; she wasn’t going to stop him. This was where she was happiest, in amongst the inferno, and she could always clear a path through the inferno for herself to escape should she need to. These were her flames after all; she wouldn’t let them burn her unless she wanted to be burned. Closing her eyes, Misaki leaned back slightly and relished the feeling of heat rising from the burning town. It was truly magnificent.
Everything hurt. Forget about moving, even just trying to breathe was painful. Each inhale felt like a knife in the chest, each exhale like she’d swallowed a box of sewing needles. Her joints were almost stiff to a point where she couldn’t move, but she pressed on. This affliction was only temporary. She was weakened only by hunger, and if she could just get her hands on another soul of two she’d be fine. The very thought of consuming one sent a pang of hunger through Mei’s stomach, making her pause. She was not still for long, though. She couldn’t afford to be still. If she stayed stationary long enough her joints may freeze up to the point where she would be unable to move again, and then she’d have to wait for some unfortunate passerby to take notice of her. Slowly, Mei began to crawl again, forcing her limbs to cooperate despite how they ached.
It was dark, but she could hardly stand to be awake during the daytime. The light hurt her eyes, and Mei’s vision was poor enough without having to be blinded by the damned sun. She stuck to the outskirts of civilization, preying on travelers rather than risk being found in a big city. It was harder to hide and the bright lights of traffic and streetlights prevented her from focusing and caused her pain to look at. This small town she’d found was big enough to hide in without much trouble, thankfully. After nightfall most people were in bed, but there was always one person who seemed unable to sleep and opted to walk the streets instead. Wheezing now, Mei tried to find the strength to sit up, leaning against the brick wall of the alleyway to try and steady herself. The movement alone made her slightly dizzy, and she slowly brought her hands to her face to cover her eyes. Maybe that would stop the world around her from spinning.
Fortunately, it seemed she wouldn’t have to endure her torment much longer. Footsteps alerted her to the presence of another and suddenly pain meant nothing to her. Her head immediately turned in the direction of the noise, listening as they slowly stopped. They’d spotted her,
“Miss? Are you alright? Do you need some help?”
Even better, a Good Samaritan seemed to have happened upon her. Doing her best not to grin, Mei let herself loose her balance and fall to the side. Hurried footsteps greeted her ears and she felt someone catch her. From the tone of their voice, she’d guess it was a girl,
“Miss, what happened to you? Can you hear me?”
The worry in her voice clearly meant that she’d finally taken notice of Mei’s appearance. Her clothes were dirty, but then a Kishin Egg couldn’t exactly just wander into a store and buy new ones, could they? No, that would cause quite a stir given how the rest of her looked. Her skin was pale to the point of appearing grey, her veins clearly visible. Her eyes had a hazy look to them and appeared to have a white film over them, obscuring their actual color. It also rendered Mei almost completely blind. Her fingernails were peeling and caked with filth from having to crawl, and there were dark stains on her fingertips that were most likely caused by blood. The well wishing girl tried to brush Mei’s untidy hair away form her face to get a better look at her. This would be her undoing. As soon as the Kishin Egg saw her intended victim was close enough, she went into an instant coughing fit. Startled, the girl almost dropped Mei but it was too late. With each cough came a infectious smoke expelled from her lungs, instantly beginning to affect her victim was soon as she inhaled it. Covering her mouth did no good, and the girl who’d only meant to help Mei was soon hacking and wheezing herself, trying desperately to breathe in air to no avail.
It didn’t take long. Only a few moments later and her face was changing color from a lack of oxygen and blood spattered the palm of the girl’s hand with each cough. Falling over as Mei had previously, she was now at the Kishin Egg’s mercy. Smiling slowly, Mei crawled over to the girl and laid a hand on her forehead. She could have given her a fever, but at this point it seemed unnecessary. It would all be over soon anyway. Raising both hands, Mei clawed at the woman’s torso. While not at all pleasant to look at, her nails were still extremely sharp. The girl would have considered herself lucky once she passed out from a lack of oxygen, blood trickling slowly from a corner of her mouth. Once she’d pierced the skin, rending open the woman’s ribcage to get at her soul was easy. Mei had done so many times before after all. Devouring the soul quickly, the effect it had on the Kishin Egg was almost instant. She felt so much better. Her breathing, while still a bit raspy, steadied and Mei slowly rose to her feet, looking down at her handiwork.
Her skin regained a bit of color and in blinking a few times she found her vision was not quite as clouded as it usually was. Still, Mei felt a bit lightheaded. One soul wasn’t enough to completely rid her of all her symptoms; it never was, but that as alright. It’d be harder to lure people in if she was healthy after all. People willing to help a poor, sick girl shambling along a deserted street never seemed in short supply. The night was still young; if she was lucky she could probably manage to capture at least one more person out after dark. Stumbling to the wall, she found that it was still difficult for her to walk in a straight line. Hugging the bricks for support, Mei shuffled slowly out onto the sidewalk and turned with the wall as to not fall. She doubted that she would be able to stand on her own for a while yet. Rare was it that she was well enough to walk, let alone run. It would be easier for her to gain someone’s pity this way anyway. The only thing she need do was find someone willing to pity her and then stumble right into their arms to infect them, and then they would be hers.
Everything seemed so silent now. The noise of the city that had been once bustling and overpowering was brought to a lull. It had all happened so fast that even those involved hardly knew what was happening. Not that it very much mattered if they realized what was going on or not, it wouldn’t have saved them. By now Shibusen would most likely have been informed and sent out a team to deal with the situation. The whirring of sirens could be heard in the distance as the foolish police attempted to help. Slowly a shadow against the darkness stirred at the noise and began to move. ------------------- It was going to be a simple vacation. Dion was going to return to New York City just to take a break from the daily life of Shibusen. His parents unfortunately became busy with work but made all the necessary arrangements for him to return to the city. Being by himself in the city of his upbringing for a week didn’t seem too terrible, he would find some way to occupy his time. Taking his parents up on the deal the weapon packed for the trip and soon enough was on his way to New York.
His arrival was nothing spectacular but he made it to the city in one piece and took his things to the hotel he was supposed to stay at. Jumping on the bed out of boredom he contemplated what to do. He could go to China town and look around but that would only keep him entertained for so long. Staying inside and playing any of the video games he brought with him seemed like a waste of the trip. Maybe he would be to Central park and beat up on some trees? Yes that sounded good or maybe just run along some roofs for a while.
Deciding that a little parkour wasn’t a bad idea Dion left his hotel room and made his way up to the roof. Taking a quick stroll across the buildings he made his way back to the hotel in a relatively short amount of time. Stopping to catch his breath Dion felt something odd happening. In the back of his mind he felt a slight twinge of familiarity but couldn’t tell what. Assuming it just to be a storm or something he disregarded it and made his way over to the door that would lead him into the rest of the hotel.
That was when it hit. A wave of madness that washed over a good portion of the city. Many people didn’t feel it and simply went on with their lives. Others became slightly irritated or violent. Some still experienced a feeling of momentary euphoria only to crash back to reality a second later. Dion however was not one of these individuals to be touched by the madness and left alone. The sensation overwhelmed him and his mind was washed clean with a fuzzy blissfulness. He lost consciousness on the roof with the door held open. ------------------------- It was night when Dion regained consciousness. The events ran across his mind in a flurry of images that mixed together to form one thing, fear. He saw fear around him, fear at him, fear because of him. Moving his stiff body his hand slid across a cooling liquid on the floor. He didn’t want to believe it but the visions that he saw explained what it was. Lifting up his arm he looked at his hands and the red that clung to it. Normally he would just wipe it off on his pants or something but that wouldn’t help, the blood was covering him.
Slowly standing he looked around and the splattered stains that marked the event and reminded him of what he did. Well it wasn’t like he could forget about this and return to his vacation. Suddenly he was glad that his parents couldn’t join him on the trip. Walking slowly through the darkness he slid his hand against the wall to help guide him along, leaving a trail in his wake. Finally reaching a room that was illuminated he walked in and saw his reflection. Just a tad messy from the ordeal.
Deciding he had time he took a quick shower in the abandoned room to at least get the blood out of his hair and wipe it off of his mouth. Finished he found his room and put on a new outfit, probably one of the few things he could keep for the foreseeable future. Hearing sirens approaching he did the only sensible thing and headed toward the roof. Heights were his strong point as a human so why wouldn’t they be his strong point as a kishin? He could already feel his body changing but he doubted the madness would override his weapon traits.
On his way to the roof he received a phone call that he desperately wanted to ignore. Doing so would only make things worse so he begrudgingly took out his phone and sighed before answering it. Hearing the voice of his meister did nothing to help the situation he was in. On the plus side it did confirm some of his suspicions. Shibusen knew about the wave of madness and they knew that there was a kishin in his hotel. If they knew it was him or not was debatable but judging from Misaki’s reaction he assumed no, that would change soon.
Reaching the roof he assured his former meister that he was fine and that the kishin hadn’t killed him, true in its own way. Done consoling his meister he happily hung up the phone and promptly impaled it with his fist. So his partial form still worked then? Excellent. Looking over the edge he saw the crowd of people gathering to learn about the massacre. A few cops had gathered to keep the crowd at bay but they had yet to enter the building, shame really. Now it was time for him to make his grand entrance as a kishin.
Stepping back he calculated his positioning and ran at the edge. Jumping off, he turned his body into a spin before transforming. The dark green light caught the attention of the crowd and they looked to see what it could be. Unfortunately for a certain police officer who turned to see the sight it was the last thing he saw. Well to be more precise the last thing he saw was a spear hurling down at him and impaling him through the chest. People stared awestruck at the weapon and looked up to see who threw it, until it started to glow and transform. Dion revealed himself and licked the blood off his hand, waiting for the soul of the cop to appear. When it did he picked it up and smiled at the onlookers. It must have been fear keeping them in place so Dion figured he would say a few words.
”Shot down by monsters whose bodies can cripple the heart and devour the soul, yes seems fitting.” To get his point across Dion ate the officer’s soul and looked at the others. ”Now, who wants to be seconds?” Grinning as the crowd began to flee he held out his hands and spear tips protruded through his palms. The transformation was unnatural to him and cut through his skin.
Looking at his bloodied palms Dion found the change ironic and fitting. Beginning to chuckle he stepped closer to the scrambling people before breaking into a fit of hysterical laughter and running into the swarm. Protected from the police unless they wanted to risk shooting innocents he began to kill those he encountered. He could worry about the souls later, he wouldn’t want to spoil his feast by snacking now would he?
Were those butterflies fluttering about her stomach? Something sure was making the young girl uneasy. Nerves were being stretched as far as they would go and it was obvious that she was nervous as could reasonably be possible. Of course, it was natural, going to a new school, away from her parents. Away from the life she had known for ten years. Anyone else would be afraid, especially if they were simply a child. She was no exception. They said she would be one of the younger recruits to Shibusen. Normally, they didn't allow children her age to join, but an exception was made in her case, though the reason the girl with the silver hair never really fully heard. Some things perhaps were best left to secret, that was one thing she had learned throughout her life. However, one thing was sure. This would be the start of a life unlike any anyone could have possibly dreamed of for her. Anne Laveau was certainly in for a new adventure.
For her first day at school, she wore her prettiest blue dress which seemed to radiate and sparkle in the sunlight and heels to match perfectly. Her clothing was not gaudy at all, but it was meant to stand out. The youngest Laveau wanted to make a good first impression so she awoke much earlier then needed and put on her best face so she could put her best foot forward in her new life. To fit in, she asked to be put in a dormitory where she could be around other students. It was a bit of a disappointment that there was no roommate already waiting when she arrived, but one would eventually be assigned to that same room. It was a hope, at least.
As she walked down the halls of the dorms, no one seemed to bother to talk to her. They were all so tall and so intimidating, she felt a bit stifled. The reason she was transferred to this school was because she possessed an ability to see souls, she was a meister. The books on the subject had been read before hand, Anne wanted to make sure that it looked like she belonged there. But, as her eyes scanned the area, who would ever want to be her partner? The partner of someone most people towered over by a foot at minimum. A disappointed sigh passed through her lips and doubt began to berate her mind. It was a lost cause before it was even a factor. In other words, this was hopeless.
There were so many people counting on her, so many high expectations placed on her shoulders though. It made her want to curl up into a ball and hide away from the world, but with all the opportunities given to her, it would be terrible if she did not even try. If she tried her best and failed, at least it could be said that an attempt was made. So, the little girl with the silver streams of hair raised her head upwards and left the dorm rooms, albeit a little shaky and still full of fear, but she did so with a purpose. Each step the girl took was another that she went unnoticed by others. Anne made sure that she would leave early and arrive in such a fashion, as to make sure people knew she was there to actually learn. That's what good students do, right? They are always prompt.
There it was, the class room. 413. The first class of the day. Earlier, the little meister had overheard some rumors about a teacher being very strict and tough and sometimes even scary. Much to her dismay, the woman in question was this very teacher. Turning the knob, her cerulean eyes peered within the confines of the newest cell for the next hour. It was empty, except for the scratching of a pen across a paper. The woman did have a serious expression upon her face as she went along her business, whatever that may be. However, Anne had a duty to go in there and at the very least introduce herself. Fear was dominate, but the girl swallowed it and opened the door, which gave an eerie creak to it, as she walked through it. The door, which she thought she had shut softly behind her, felt as if it were a crack of thunder when it came to a close.
Her heart jumped and pounded as the teacher gave a look to her, the pen no longer floating across the paper. For a moment, she seemed confused as to what a child was doing within this school, but realization dawned upon her and nodded. "Ah, you must be Anne Laveau, my new student," stated the woman.
Anne just gave a very weak nod in response and tried to bring her lips to move properly. "Y-Yes, I am," and she tried to give a curtsy which turned out much more clumsy then she would have liked and yet, better than most are able to accomplish. The teacher looked at her with a smile unbefitting the words given to her by the other students and the young girl's face reflected this confusion without a trace of hindrance. It did not go undetected by the teacher who gave a soft laugh.
"I see you've been listening to rumors, that I'm this tough, harsh teacher who doesn't accept any excuses," said the woman, much to Anne's surprise. Could she read her mind? The thought became much too unnerving. "And no, I can't read your mind. I've just heard the rumors myself. But, they are correct. I am tough, I expect nothing but perfection. This school is dangerous and if you're not perfect, you will not be able to survive long. This class, you know, is one of the ones I teach. How to develop Soul Perception and Soul Purge. I hear you're more gifted than many newcomers in Soul Perception, I will expect more of you, but not more than that which you are capable, do you understand?"
The small girl was now shaking, just a bit. However, she was able to nod meekly and speak in a fragile, almost breakable tone. "Yes, ma'am..."
"Wonderful. And don't be afraid. I am your teacher, after all. I am here to help. If you have any difficulty, do not be afraid to ask, Annie," and the teacher smiled with a warmth she had not truly experienced in recent memory.
Annie, she called her. No one had ever called her that, except herself when playing some game hidden from the rest of the world. Perhaps school wouldn't be so bad, perhaps it would be fun. Challenges were there to be overcome. With a sort of boost to the previously crumbling foundation she called her confidence, Annie was given her assigned seat, walked towards it and sat down. This would be a good day.
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