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 Posted: Sun Jun 23, 2013 2:48 pm
Evening slowly set over the skies of the Japanese city of Shibuya, and as Joshua scrutinized the sun that shimmered down the horizon, he felt... uncomfortable. Indeed, the city was beautiful and flourishing, and the very thought was comforting to his mind. Even the Shibuya River, the place he tread with his Producer, seemed a little more cleansed than before. He reminisced about the fateful Game of the year before, the one he had bet the very life of his city on; his proxy, Neku, had gone through such a radical metamorphosis, and he was certain this change of heart was what transformed his precious yet poisoned city. Unfortunately, things weren't always as cut and dry as reality portrays it: within the heart of the UG, there was something off, as if someone was messing with the backstage strings of the alternate plane -- a sense he could feel as the pulling of chest signaled. He had stopped Games in the meantime, so he was certain that there weren't any Reapers that were on duty, much less messing with his recreated plane of Shibuya. He turned to Sanae, who glanced at him with a smug grin, and frowned in reply.
The familiar feel of the burning gaze on his back caused Joshua to oscillate back and forth in an effort to seek his stalker. He was in the UG -- there shouldn't be anyone, especially not Reapers, that was present besides himself! There also shouldn't be any RG members aware of the Shibuya River, as far as he was concerned. Angels, on the other hand, were always occupied with one thing or another, and normally wouldn't occupy the alternate Shibuya plane. He narrowed his pale hues, keeping an eye on his Producer. Even Angels should be cautious in the UG..
As if he felt the same, Sanae turned his gaze towards him. Joshua shook his head, pale locks of hair whipping behind his neck. "Sanae... Do you feel that? I feel like someone's watching us, and it's clearly bothering me," he mused, brushing off his white sleeve as if the pollutants present in the river would infect him. The Producer's smugness faded as he nodded in agreement.
Joshua wasn't nervous in the slightest, as opposed to the common man. He was the Composer, capable of destroying a Reaper with a mere snap of his fingers. There wasn't possibly anything to fear on his own turf...
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Posted: Sun Jun 23, 2013 10:27 pm
A Reaper suddenly emerged from a black abyss, his clothing was torn, and his hair shined a red tint. The man was levitating slowly towards the ground, he glared daringly at Joshua, showing no sign of intimidation. The Reaper walked through the disgusting water, not hesitating even slightly as he crossed, he had surely gained their attention.
"Well, well, well, hello there, Composer. And I assume that you're Sanae Hanekoma. My name is Wakizashi Shihozume, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
Wakizashi walked slowly towards the two with a smile on his face. He gave off an obvious aura of malice, however, he wasn't there to oppose the Composer directly, even he knew that would be suicide. Instead, he had an ace up his sleeves. Without a shadow of a doubt, he knew something that The Composer did not, because of something he possessed, it would be impossible for his mind to be imprinted on either. As he stood at a suitable distance to Joshua, Wakizashi folded his arms to his sides, and looked both of them in the eyes. The man smiled malevolently, the face wasn't predictable like some insane horror movie character, it was sane, it showed intent, so that made it all the more able to send a chill up somebody's spine with how dark the smile was.
"It's a pleasure."
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I am thou and thou art I Captain
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Posted: Mon Jun 24, 2013 2:01 pm
Ah... The unmistakable sound of levitation, something he could distinguish through the rippling air, captured his attention in an instant. Likewise, Hanekoma glanced in the direction of the noise, inquisitive. Two pairs of hues trained themselves on the red-haired newcomer, on the face that revealed nothing except calculating sanity, a sanity strained with unpredictable intentions. Joshua glared commandingly, taking full advantage of the visage he had to make himself more godly, more prone to being obeyed. Even in his human, teenage form, his strength left no room for question. This Reaper was not one he recognized, face and all, and it was rare, possibly near impossible, for Joshua to be unable to recognize a face that resided in his city, much less a Reaper recognize him. And even his Producer - as far as he knew, there existed an extremely limited number of Reapers that even vaguely knew of Sanae's name and existence. Despite the impulsive curiosity that welled up within him, the Composer took a bold step towards him.
"A pleasure in return," Joshua replied, his lips not even moving a twitch to complement his statement. There was something about Wakizashi's expression that dithered him -- no, not dithered, but alarmed him, more like. "However, Mr. Shihozume," he added, his face revealing none of his inner turmoil and pondering thoughts, if you are a Reaper, I command you to stand down. I don't need Reapers keeping watch in the UG right now, yes?" His glare became icier by the minute as he took another step towards the Reaper.
In response to Joshua's command, Sanae lowly informed him, "I don't think he's one'a yours, boss." His voice propelled a little lower, his words meant for Joshua's ears only, and he added, "I can't imprint anything on him. I doubt he's a Reaper at all, because imprinting should be a cinch for me."
As he suspected... No Reaper would dare come up against him if they knew his identity; heck, only one terribly foolish Player ever attempted to defy him, and that originated from the Game of last year.
With ease, he slipped into his Composer form, his ethereal aura enveloping him as he adjusted his Frequency. As soon as he adjusted, however, he realized something felt immensely wrong. Something like he wasn't going to be able to maintain this form for much longer.
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Posted: Mon Jun 24, 2013 6:21 pm
Wakizashi suddenly dashed around, and as he did so, he left after images all around him. In the blink of an eye, he was behind Sanae. In the Reaper's hand was a peculiar red pin, then before one could even reflect the color into their iris, it latched its way onto Sanae's body.
"Sorry about sneaking up on you, but I came here to collect something, and don't intend to stay very long."
Expecting an attack from the Composer, Wakizashi dashed to the left, and then leaped onto a trash heap behind Joshua. Many after images formed around him as he moved gracefully, and quickly to the point where it just looked like he was teleporting around. In his left hand, Wakizashi held a walkie-talkie, the one he was speaking to was no doubt the absolute mastermind behind this.
"I've retrieved the cargo, expect me back soon. I just got to take out the trash."
Now that his ability had taken effect, had could at least temporarily keep The Composer at bay, he wouldn't be able to beat him, not fully anyways. But he just needed a few well aimed blows and he could make his escape a grand one.
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I am thou and thou art I Captain
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Posted: Mon Jun 24, 2013 8:48 pm
In an instant, Joshua's heart rate picked up in alarm and anticipation. What the hell was happening? His head snapped in Sanae's direction out of reflex, and he tensed in response to the unfamiliar crimson pin that rested in the Reaper's hand, soon to clutch onto Sanae's frame. He knew at this point that barking commands at the enigmatic Reaper would get him nowhere: the only resort he had at this point was combat, and he was certain the match had ended even before it had begun. Wakizashi even initialized combat -- there will be no excuse for anyone harming his Producer in such a fashion. Taking matters, within his own hands, Joshua coolly watched the Reaper, slightly puzzled at the after-images. Before he could fire a number of azure beams in his direction, something crackled, and he realized he had been forced out of his Composer form. What the hell? Why wasn't he able to retain it when he was able to summon it without any hitch?
Having no choice but to set aside the problem, Joshua fished out his orange phone out of his pocket, dialing a few numbers and whipped his arm to the side, having locked onto the Reaper. Twin vending machines levitated above Wakizashi, falling rather briefly towards the trash heap he rested upon. He took note of the walkie-talkie, narrowing his wisteria hues in its direction. The person on the other side of that line was the person who had woven this plan together: abduct the Producer and stall the Composer, he surmised. Then, he vowed as he clutched the phone in utter fury, he will not be so easily pushed off the stage!
He kicked himself off the grounds of the river, swift thumbs jamming in the numbers on his phone and activating another beam of cherub light in the Reaper's direction. The words he just uttered. "Cargo" and "trash" -- could he possibly be referring to Sanae and yours truly? He calculated a few possibilities, doing his best to alternate his attention between Sanae and Wakizashi (though this mysterious Reaper kept his attention the majority of the time).
"I don't think you'll be leaving this all that easily," Joshua murmured, taking the equivalent of a step towards the redhead as he remained suspended in the air. "I think you need a punishing, hm? No one does something like this and escapes."
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Posted: Mon Jun 24, 2013 9:30 pm
(by the way, you are still in control of Sanae's Wakizashi chuckled at The Composer's response, it was predictable to him. All was going according to plan. He knew that The Composer wouldn't even know what hit him.
"Hehehehee..."
A huge burst of energy surged through Sanae, and his eyes glowed a bright red. Wakizashi closed his eyes, he didn't rely on his sight alone, but focused on his senses, he was waiting for the right time to leap up from the trash pile he was standing on. He was sure that each uttering of his words left the painful sting of one thousand sarcastic remarks against Joshua. In short, he concluded that he severely pissed The Composer off. But what can you do? It was going to happen, and Wakizashi wasn't about to yield to him so easily.
The Current Situation
"Come on, is that really all that you got kid?"
Leaping off of the pile of garbage(Which in a few seconds was probably about to be obliterated by Joshua), Meanwhile, from behind, Wakizashi focused on controlling Sanae to ambush The Composer, this would be tough if Joshua didn't keep his eyes on both.
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Posted: Mon Jun 24, 2013 9:52 pm
Of course, Joshua didn't hesitate in throwing a cherub-filled beam towards Wakizashi. The trash heap the Reaper had been seated upon was quickly destroyed, however; the Composer clicked his tongue in frustration, but quickly moved his sights to follow the speedy red-haired perpetrator. No... The other's speed was not what bothered him. As he resumed switching his sights between his Producer and this excuse for a Reaper, Joshua realized something: Sanae was unable to resist the pin's -- Wakizashi's -- hold, and would not be able to control his movements. The words spoken by Wakizashi also did not help alleviate his situation and whirlwind of thoughts. Those crimson eyes that controlled without mercy.. Joshua didn't think he'd see something like that so soon. Something related to the O-pin incident, for sure.
Meanwhile, Sanae could tell that he was... well, being controlled against his will. The force of a powerful imprinting, perhaps, or something of a higher plane? The abrupt surging of energy elicited a groan of alarm from the man as he naturally and reflexively absorbed the amount of energy. His head throbbed, and he suddenly became very, very concerned for Joshua.
In any case, drunkenness birthed through the pin that held him under its control couldn't control him forever, as far as he knew. He was not a weakling, no, not even close. However, as the painful reality of him not being able to move even the smallest limb in his body occurred to him, he could only hope to be able to predict this Wakizashi's plans and movements -- after all, if Sanae was being controlled by this Reaper, he must have a significant reason as to why. It was agonizing, both being possessed by this mysterious pin and being unable to assist Joshua in this uncalled for battle. In spite of his ability to make things with his hands with ease, he was also very deft in battle, which could be significant in terms of how Wakizashi would control him. An ambush... Joshua was never single-sighted in anything he ever did, but in a situation like this...
Joshua floated a ways backward, attempting to outwit the Reaper -- if he wasn't fast enough, he would have to have foresight. "'Kid'? You'll regret ever coming up against me, sunflower," Joshua retorted. He wasn't certain about the accuracy of this assumption, but if he somehow took Sanae out of the picture in this battle, would it relieve a little bit of the trouble present in his current position? He didn't exactly want to get his Producer harmed in any fashion, but this was taken a little far. Drastic measures have to be taken, won't they?
More importantly, who masterminded this outrageous plan? Joshua hated sweating, and this fight was most indeed going to have him drenched in sweat. This mastermind, if he or she would make an appearance, would have quite a few things to right...
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Posted: Mon Jun 24, 2013 11:31 pm
Wakizashi wasn't quite as cocky as he seemed, he realized that going up against The Composer was big, there would be no room for error, he talked big because he tried to give Joshua any reason to lose his cool, he realized how much getting to Sanae could get to him, and possibly find a c***k in his emotional armor. Despite his impressive speed, it was no small task to avoid each shot of energy as it flew down towards him, and to make matters worse, even he didn't understand the full extent of the Composeer's power. He relied on at exhausting Joshua enough to get away. However, on the other hand, he wasn't relying on The Composer underestimating him either, if Joshua were to give him too little thought, this could turn dangerous for him as well. Wakizashi hadn't even gone all the offensive yet.
"Heh, don't press your luck, you're just a kid, what's the deal? Are you going to cry? It's not like you care about him anyways, he's just a toy to you."
Wakizashi's words were strategically designed to annoy, he didn't care if they had much reason behind them, if they stung, instilled doubt, or rage, that was all the entry way he needed to get inside of Joshua's mind. Wakizashi kneeled down on the concrete for a second, preparing his moment to strike, when he saw it, he went for it, going for something more surprising than one's brawn. Trash had been scattered everywhere, and there was a small television set amongst it. Wakizashi lifted it with his strong arms, and threw it towards Joshua, hoping it would strike. Wakizashi at the same time tried to press Sanae to make a move, trying to get him to attack Joshua. Every moment that Sanae could even slightly resist him was deteriorating, the pins grip grew with time, instead of weakening, so it was something like an O-pin but not exactly the same.
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Posted: Wed Jun 26, 2013 9:04 pm
Those snide remarks -- how they irked Joshua so! How dare this Reaper think that he could be read so clearly? Nonetheless, the Composer's temperament wasn't so easily set off, not activated simply by comments that he deemed untrue. He exhaled softly, as if feigning exhaustion, before breathing out, "Don't press my luck? I think you should look at your situation, my dear!" Remaining afloat, Joshua drifted a ways backward again, weaving back and forth in attempts to keep eyes on both his Producer and Wakizashi. The obvious strain placed on Sanae, both mentally and physiologically, was of concern to the ash-blonde male, now that he looked at it. For his sake, Joshua would have to press harder on this opponent, as much as he may dislike the action it would bring with it. Joshua brushed back his long locks, smirking the mischievous smile that only spelled mischievous intentions. "And I think everyone in the whole of Shibuya is my toy, sweetie."
Sanae could tell the palpable toying of him through the pin was going to be hectic -- his strength, though not to be underestimated, was clearly fading with time. The pin simply refused to give up on him! The Producer resisted its forced movements, working out the logical puzzle pieces to this plan. Overthrow the Composer? Overthrow himself? Was there a purpose? After all, despite Joshua's jump-the-gun personality, Shibuya has always been peaceful. This conversation between the two during combat leaked nothing, unfortunately. If only he had more freedom with his hands, then he could possibly make some concoction of an invention, or something along those lines.
For the first time all day, Joshua chuckled with humor. This was fun, almost as exhilarating as when he killed Neku, except not quite so dramatic. The ash-blonde fired another angel beam towards Wakizashi. How long could the Reaper's endurance hold out, he wondered. After all, that pin on Sanae couldn't possibly be attached forever.
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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2013 10:12 am
As the Angel Beams came towards him, Wakizashi rolled out of the way, then glared in Joshua's direction, his right hand charged a bolt of energy, and then he swung it in Joshua's direction, however, he wasn't aiming for The Composer. Up above Joshua was a pipe, with rubble, and garbage around it. When the bolt flew towards the pipe, all of the debris began to fall down towards Joshua, meanwhile, the pin was growing ever stronger, the more that Sanae would try to resist it, the more it would ensnare him. The Composer had been unloading on him for a while now, so the whole area had garbage splattered around it, even the ground itself had been damaged. He wasn't as cocky as he seemed on the exterior, he knew that even The Composer could only continue this for so long himself, with his power being nerfed like this, it could only be so much longer for him too. That said, Wakizashi had to watch himself as well, even one of those beams could do a lot of damage. His only chance was to hurry up and end this; electricity pulsated throughout his left arm, in his left hand manifested a purple colored aura, this energy flew towards Sanae, the purpose of it was to expand the ability of the Red Skull Pin that was attached to him. When he heard Joshua describe everyone as his toy, he found himself cackling a bit. He figured as much, Shibuya's Composer was a little brat.
"Don't press your luck, time isn't on your side here."
Looking up to a high building above, Wakizashi was waiting for a signal, beacon. When the light shined, he knew when he would take off. Not even taking a second to catch a breath, the reaper turned back towards The Composer, and he was expecting him to try to unleash his wrath, for now, the only thing he could do was stall for time.
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 8:19 pm
How dithering... A annoyingly fun type of dithering, in all honesty. Joshua hesitated slightly when the bolt of energy soared above him, to the pipe that soon crumbled towards him. His hesitation was a downfall - but not for long. Despite the couple bruises that lined themselves along his shoulders as debris clattered around his upper body, he was virtually unharmed. His pale eyes narrowed. Droplets of sweat trickled down his temples, not because of being nervous in the battle - heck, he was enjoying it - but because of... some emotion. Even the Composer himself couldn't identify the emotion that welled up within his chest, and yet the one thing that he could segregate from what he knew and what he didn't was that this Reaper was going to be erased, as long as he was here.
Though he didn't hesitate to shout when the wisteria-colored aura was launched towards his Producer, he did happen to avert his attention all the more quickly towards Wakizashi. He fired a single Angel Beam towards the Reaper, attempting to make it nothing more than a beacon for distraction. The comment was completely ignored - who cared about what a Reaper thought when he was the ruler of them all? In the meantime, he floated a ways towards Sanae, concern accumulating in his mind. While he had been venting at this Reaper, his Producer was literally suffering from incarceration!
"Sanae!" he called, his eyes staring in concern at his Producer. His attention was unfortunately wholly trained on Sanae as he focused on both the Red Skull Pin and his eyes through those ridiculous shades: the eyes could tell of his condition, from sane and in control to being completely overridden. Right now, he wasn't looking the best...
And for Sanae, the situation was hardly any better. He could only watch as the purple aura rocketed towards him, and resisting only brought about fruitless efforts. His strength was draining, and he could feel it. It was terrifying, to feel as if the claws of death were looming over him - he hadn't felt this useless since he became the Producer: at that time, and before now, he had a chance to fight, he was the strongest breed of Noise, and now...
A different thought occurred to the barista: was this Reaper stalling? He clearly wasn't going all-out, despite Joshua being a little dusty. If he couldn't speak at the moment, however, from strain of struggle, how would he relay this to Joshua?
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Posted: Tue Jan 28, 2014 10:49 am
As Wakizashi looked up, he saw the signal he had been anticipating, a shimmer reflected off of a high building many blocks away, but it was bright enough that it drew his attention. With that, Wakizashi put his left hand above his head, and bid Joshua adieu.
"Sayonara."
Within seconds, another flash of light engulfed the area around them. Wakizashi, and Sanae could be seen far in the distance heading towards that building. If Joshua came at them alone, he would be outnumbered, and who knows who else would be up there. Chances are, if they were meeting up on that building, they would not be staying there long. Before he vanished, Wakizashi intended to instill in Joshua an unhealthy sense of despair, just to indulge on his reaction. In a sense, Wakizashi was a troll, but not just an ordinary troll, a special kind of troll, the kind that seeks enjoyment in the sincere overwhelming of others. In short, a sadistic psychopath.
(To make up for the short post)
View of the Scramble
"See ya later! Sucker."
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 8:14 pm
"W-wait, you fiend!"
That Reaper! Joshua grit his teeth in a fit of anger, his lavender hues swirling quite iridescently with grief and fury. How dare he! How dare he barge in with guns blazing and simply snatch away his Producer as if he were nothing more than property, an item, a mere toy! And to do so and slip right under his nose - no, in plain sight! The Composer didn't hesitate in following the two of them to the tops of the building - that was his close friend that man had in tow, and he didn't plan on going down without fighting to the best of his ability! ...in his current form, that is. Who knew that enigmatic entity even had the capability to take him down a couple notches in Frequency? Why, not even most Angels could do so, as far as he was concerned! He didn't look ridiculous, at least (for if he had, he would have probably went shopping). His levitation ability certainly came in handy; here, he silently, solemnly, lifted himself off the ground, attempting to trail them. Shibuya was his home, his very existence - well, Shibuya's existence depended on him, in any case - so who could ever elude him? Every little person who resided in Shibuya pounded in his mind, just as his heart pounded in his chest. But ah, once he made his way to where he surmised the two were, they weren't even present! After noticing this little fact, he made no further move to trail them, much as the aching in his chest tempted him to. It was time to recollect his thoughts, calm himself, think of some other plan to rescue his Producer...
Despite these conclusions, under his breath, Joshua swore violently for a couple seconds. What a trollish man! Surely he wouldn't get away with this. After all, who escaped their fate on judgement day? To himself, the ash-haired male vowed to capture him. Wakizashi, was it? There were some things that can be done that simply cannot be forgiven, and this was high treason. If he were a Reaper, he would have been erased by his hand by now, but alas... Eventually, though, eventually he would receive his comeuppance. Accompanied by these thoughts, Joshua's thin hand pressed against his forehead.
He floated back to the ground, lethargy starting to tug at his delicate eyelids. His hand was still pressed to his forehead in distress. How greatly this clawed at him, him, losing one of his closest friends. The male fought back his sleepy urges as he whipped out his phone... the orange flip phone he favored so much. It had been a very, very long time since he's looked at this little trinket in such a fashion, but he was going to want it now. After all, he was barely able to fight off Wakizashi, both with and without this little item. He shook his head, stray strands of hair fleeing from his face. It was time he got something done today. For what better reason than this could he go against what he promised only a year ago?
Brushing off his shoulders, he began a little trek down towards what was known as an urban legend to the majority of the people in his town. The Shibuya River... oh, what number of people have ever heard of it and lived to tell the tale? Lingering echoes of his footfalls clicked - tap, tap, tap - down the sewage system. It reeked, indeed, but it was only a prelude of what glory could be beheld. That is, he would have thought that if he hadn't taken note of what resided in the sewers. The Composer narrowed his purple eyes, a slight frown tugging at his lips. He quickly corrected the frown with a smile of amusement, folding his arms across his chest. This was certainly a twist to his tale.
"Oh, is that who I think it is? It's been a while!" he chimed.
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