capeandcowllogs | We are scanning the scene in the City tonight [CLOSED]

We are scanning the scene in the City tonight [CLOSED]

WHO:

hollowest and

sunrisewolf. Also open to

hollowish and

iknowyourfear. Ichigo for damage control, Terry if Win wants his death logged (if you still want to do that?)
WHERE: I assume near Ammy's flower shop.
WHEN: Night, Nov 6
WARNINGS: Slicin' and dicin'.
SUMMARY: Hichigo doing what Hichigo does best; killing. A lot. Desire induced madness and possible ANGST abound.
FORMAT: Whatever we feel like. Again I apologize if I am slow and/or give poor tags. I has headache ;_; *WAITS FOR ADVIL TO KICK IN*

The Hollow was a predator. A white blur in a grungy city, stalking his victims until they were alone, scared, panicky.

Then

SLASH.

Their heads would roll off, or the upper half of their body would slide disgustingly from the bottom half as it crumpled. I was almost too gory to be real.

But it was real. And as soon as the soul left the body he'd just destroyed, he would eat them up.

He didn't need it. It didn't make him happy. But he wanted it. Right now, in this moment, he wanted it more than anything, and he couldn't put a finger on why.

Nor did he care to. He would drown his misery in blood.

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The City was a worrying place, to say the least.

One day, reanimated humans. The next, the loss of control due to one of the Endless, Desire. Ironically, she missed one that had left the City-- Death. She was a cordial being, although out of those that remained, Delirium was the most pleasant to speak with.

Amaterasu locked the door of her shop, having stayed behind to record the small amount of sales that had trickled through Kamiki flowers for the day.

Her skin pricked with instinct, as she realized that she was not alone.

The monster was perched atop the building, just out of sight of the people on the street. He didn't stick out like a sore thumb much any more. His white clothes and skin were dirty and stained with dried blood. He ran a blue tongue down the length of the blade, licking off some coagulated blood as he sensed a strange spiritual pressure below him.

Not human. That was for sure. But what? Just another animal to slaughter, either way.

Still, he kept hidden. He'd made it this far without being spotted, he didn't want to break his record.

Something was out of sight, but the smell of blood, even from a large distance, could be easily detected by her nose. She turned, eyeing whatever lay at the top of the building with a sharp gaze. It would take more time to shift into a wolf at night, which was all the more troublesome if a demon emerged.

He could tell his presence was known. Oh well, it didn't matter. The woman looked to be weak, even if her reiatsu said otherwise. The demon placed his sword on his back then slid down the wall into the alley, silently, stealthily. Then he snuck around behind the woman and grabbed for the back of her shirt, using his other hand to cover her mouth.

"Shhh now. No screamin'."

She would never lower herself to do such a thing against a demon.

A large, oaken tree sprung from the ground inches from Hichigo's feet, attempting to knock him aside. A minute, she said to herself.

A minute and the fight would end.

It knocked him off balance, that's for sure. He wasn't expecting a tree to grow up under his feet. But it didn't keep him distracted for long. In a split second, his sword was in his hand and the tree was split neatly in two.

Forget stealth. This bitch was gonna die. Finally, someone who would fight back! He was fast, very fast, and was quickly right next to Ammy with his sword at her throat.

"Cute trick."

It was sort of relieving, to be facing down a honest-to-good demon again. Assessing the threat-- and he did seem to be a rather large threat-- she did not move, instead waiting, focusing her Celestial Brush to form a small flower in the distance. This man would not move until it was opportune, and it would take more than a few slices of any old sword to take down Ammy.

He pressed the sword harder against her neck, drawing blood. He could sense the change in spiritual pressure when she drew the flower. Of course, he didn't know what she was doing, just that she was doing something. "Now stop that. Let's have some fun."

He dragged the woman into the alley by her hair, keeping the giant sword pressed close.

As soon as they were in the alleyway, enough time had elapsed. Connecting a line to the flower, she drew a vine that lashed against her hand, drawing her onto the blossom, which was a platform. A few small drops of blood fell onto the petals, but it was no trouble. Minor wounds were not utmost priority.

In a split-second, flash of light, the woman vanished, replaced by a large white wolf, a string of beads swirling about its neck.

"Huh?!" The Hollow sputtered as he watched, then grinned. "I knew there was something weird with you! This will be REALLLLY fun!"

The monster disappeared with the sound of static and reappeared right behind the wolf, sword drawn and ready to slice. And slash he did, aiming to slice the wolf right in half.

With a loud, metallic clang, she blocked with the beads, the string of magatama whipping about, slowing the blade before it touched her fur. The wolf itself jumped, snapping to the side in a flurry of red leaves.

The monster followed her step for step, easily keeping up. He was fast. He was experienced. And he was very, very adamant.

He simply kept whacking away at her, the sword clanging constantly, changing the angle slightly every time. He would get through. And she would be dead.

Not an easy task by any means, this one. This wolf had a few tricks up her sleeve, too.

The beads at her neck glowed, replaced with a razor-sharp mirror. Small black dots appeared in her vision, until there were the unmistakable sound of bullets against the demon's blade.

As persistent as the demon was, Ammy was a stubborn old dog.

The bullets of ink dinged harmlessly off of the demon's sword. The ones that did manage to get past his defense left him bleeding blue blood through his white kimono. But he didn't seem to notice, or even feel the injuries. Just bled.

He grinned. A sort of smile that you didn't want to see. The blade of the sword glowed with an eerie light; black and red, almost like the glow was sucking in the ambient light around it. The sword crackled with energy, and the white monster let it loose in a crackling arc.

The arc tossed the wolf across the alleyway, launching her into a trash can. Although she was battered, she was far from down. So it was blades that was this demon's specialty.

Power Slash Ammy thought, remembering the small rat-god that had bestowed it.

An invisible blade, drawn from ink, slashed against the Hollow's sword.

SHINK. The ink blade glanced off the sword, making a small indentation in it. Part of the blade struck his hand, which bled from a fine, deep cut. But he didn't stop coming. He created another energy pulse and sent it flying. As it traveled towards the wolf, it tore up the concrete under it.

But he didn't wait to see if it connected. He followed up with a slash right behind the energy blast.

This was a formidable foe for her to face, especially with slightly-rusted fighting skills. Amaterasu managed to sidestep the brunt of the cut and blast with her Fleet Feet, but was left with a singed tail and a shortness of breath.

At this rate, the match would be a stalemate. However, with no sun and few faithful to the gods, she found herself at a disadvantage...

The monster, meanwhile, didn't seem to be losing any energy. In fact, he seemed to be getting faster and more brutal as the fight wore on. The excitement of an opponent that actually fought back drove him onwards. He just kept coming, slash after slash, move after move. It was then that he adopted a new technique; he grabbed the cloth ribbon on the end of the sword and flung the blade around like it weighed nothing, crashing it into the ground near the goddess... then, right on top of her. He expected her to dodge and brought the blade right, hoping to catch her.

This particular strike weakened her significantly. Reeling, the wolf snarled, attempting to maintain her form. As a last resort, she focused her energy on her beads.

As she watched them lash out, striking the demon's heart, she fervently hoped it would end the fight. The white-furred wolf's image flickered, as if fading from sight.

The Hollow cackled, then shifted slightly. Just slightly. The beads struck him through the chest, ripping into his shirt and flesh, going straight through. The monster collapsed on the ground, unmoving.

And it was at that moment that Amaterasu had lost enough energy, and a middle-aged woman took the place of the wolf. She stared at the still body, wondering if it would disintegrate-- demons did that when killed.

It was then the Hollow's eyes opened up wide and he jumped up, slicing the woman clear through, grinning like a madman. From her position, Amaterasu might be able to see where the beads went through Hichigo; straight through a natural gaping hole, right where his heart should be. The beads had made small injuries on either side of the hole, but had, for the most part, gone straight through the hole.

"Gotcha."

Edited 2009-11-08 06:58 (UTC)

"Interesting," said Amaterasu calmly, although the pain from the last sword's slash was, as far as she knew, one that would lead her to a fatal end. She would not give the demon satisfaction of seeing her suffer.

"I have been here long enough to know that I do not die permanently, child." The last word emerged as a low growl. "
Death in this world was an experience she had yet to face. But just like her predecessor, the wolf Shiranui, Ammy wasn't scared at the prospect of it.

The monster grinned and removed his sword, drawing it across her chest again as he did so. "I don't care if you come back. At least you put up a fight. But I won."

"Shame I won't get to have that tasty soul of yours... hehehe. The porter makes it off limits. But there are plenty of other sheep to slaughter."

He walked like someone distracted-- someone who put one foot in front of the other out of sheer habit, with no real force. Someone wrapped up in his own head too much to notice most things around him. It'd been weeks since the incident with Abby, and he knows she's well now. More or less recovered. But he hadn't spoken to her. Not really.

It was all he thought about though. And sometimes, he had to get out and just walk until his legs hurt, so that he could try to forget the terrified look on her face that night.

Around him, the fears of every human being nearby buzzed like flies in the back of his head.

Edited 2009-11-07 06:57 (UTC)

With the goddess down and his two-bit goody two shoes Other Self gaining on him, the Hollow had to move fast. Luckily, that was something he was quite good at. But even killing the goddess didn't satisfy his desire, especially since her delicious immortal soul wasn't for the taking. The monster growled to himself. He wished there was an easy way to tell which of these pigs was native and which ones were imPorts.

He was injured and was looking for an easy kill, an easy meal. That's when he noticed the shuffling man below. He looked like a dead man walking anyway, even if his weak human reiatsu was a little... off. Perfect.

The hollow began his stalking.

Something was off. He could feel it. He'd grown to have a certain instinct for those type of things-- disturbances. Supernatural ones. It was always like a dull itch at the back of his neck, something he could feel but not quite place. A sixth sense of sorts, a demon ability dampened by the human blood running in his veins.

But it made Trauma wary. He paused near an alleyway, tilting his head and listening for a moment.

The monster crawled along the rooftops, swift and silent. A white shadow stained with red and blue blood like some sort of perverted patriot. His prey paused near an open alley, a bad move on his part.

Hichigo slid silently down into the alley, hiding himself in the shadows. Then he let loose his sword, throwing it forward by the cloth wrappings on the end, hoping to impale or at least entangle the man and reel him in like a fish on a hook.

It was his military training and all those superhero missions that saved Terry from taking a blade in the stomach as that sword came flying from the shadows of the alley-- but he wasn't quite fast enough. The cloth wrappings caught him and he was tangled, eyes flashing dangerously red and skin going pale as he tried to turn his powers on whoever was suddenly attacking him.

His voice demanded: "Who are you?"

The monster reeled his catch in, dragging Terry in by his tangled feet.

"Oooh, neat eye glowy trick, heeheheheeehe!" The voice cackled from the shadows, reverberating and distorting eerily. His own golden yellow eyes glowed in the dark, illuminating his pale face ever so slightly. He then pounced from the shadows like a cat, pinning Terry down and grinning madly.

"I don't have a name. You look fun, let's play~"

Probing the Hollow's mind, Terry would find no fears there, except a very weak, very vague and formless fear of death, of being defeated. But it didn't matter. Not now, now in his state of ramped up desire. No, the need to destroy, kill and feed was blocking everything else.

Even as Terry felt his shoulders hit the ground, he didn't try to physically retaliate-- normally, he did have to. Any second now, this being's worst fears would surface and he'd transform, tipping this encounter in his favor.

But the one. Two seconds ticked by.

Nothing.

Shirosaki watched his prey under him. He didn't struggle. He didn't try to escape. He seemed to be... waiting? For what?

The monster just grinned more broadly and grabbed the other by his neck, exhibiting incredible strength for someone who couldn't have been more than 16 years old. The Hollow smashed Terry against the brick wall and his expression became more dire.

"I'm gonna give you 5 seconds to do something interesting," he hissed as he brought his sword into his hand, "Then I'm gonna pin you up on this wall!! Hehehehee!!"

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We are scanning the scene in the City tonight [CLOSED]

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long faito go >BU

that tag was so long man I had to skim it! B)

man someone get a sparknotes

We are shakespeare ok

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DING DING DING

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lol I'm watching bleach with my friends as I log this

SO AM I

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BB did you want a big party for hiruma's birthday, or just him and melee hanging out?

Well IDC :D both have their advantages...