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Death is easy.

Life is harder. If I care to remember, the memories come tumbling over one another, mixing and joining and mingling till I do not know when or where or how or why, and it hurts so much I can’t breathe. Until I recall that I no longer need to breathe and that the pain that threatens to tear my soul to shreds is the only thing that keeps me anchored to this world. So I let the memories slip away and it doesn’t hurt anymore.

But still I cannot leave. Something anchors me, and though I want to sleep—sleep is so much easier, like death—something pulls me back.

I am bound to this life and these memories that are not mine.

A swallowtail butterfly lit on the rim of a street sign. In the harsh glow of the streetlight above, it looked to be pure white. It fanned its wings for a moment, antennae twitching, proboscis probing, testing. It looked lost. A butterfly in the middle of a city must be lost.

It bent its spindly legs and took off, struggling for a second before the wind caught it and its wings push downward. It fluttered higher, away from the pool of the streetlamp. Out of the bright, incandescent bulb, it was not white but a soft, glowing white-blue that seemed to produce light from within.

[enter from Las Noches]

"You're to follow my orders, Hielo," Jes was just behind him, spiritual pressure masked for the most part. She didn't need shinigami here to ruin things. Especially when her task involved thwarting their most basic duties.

"We are hunting," She explained. "There is something here I want, something that could make Las Noches very powerful if I can mold it to my designs. You will help me find it, if you are able,"

Jes's head was inclined upward, listening, maybe. She was very still, but that wasn't unnatural. Her actions were always efficient. Every gesture had a precise, calculated meaning with no superfluous movement. She inhaled deeply, a breath that brought to her nose the damp smell of city street, but it wasn't such a mundane scent she tracked.

The back of her tongue picked up an undercurrent of mortal emotion. She didn't prey on humans too often. They didn't provide much sport beyond the pitiful pleading before she drank their emotions and topped it off by eating their souls. Boring without a struggle, really.

With practiced ease, she picked through the flurry of emotions, bypassing the banana-sweet feelings of love or happiness. She wasn't interested in those, and her target certainly wouldn't have felt those during her lifetime. Not as far as Jes could tell, at any rate. Besides, she hated bananas.

Instead, she focused on the savory, bittersweet agonies-- sorrow, hatred, rage. She inhaled again, honing in on the most intense feelings. A flash of pain flared for a moment, mouth-watering and close.

"She's here," Jes said, half to herself. "Search the alley and surrounding buildings," She ordered Ice. "Find anything unusual, feel anything strange, report back to me,"

Jes pursed her lips, the briefest flash of annoyance flitting across her face. Alarm flashed in the back of her eyes, but she tamped the weak emotion down, and her face betrayed no more feeling.

"She... It was here," She corrected herself. "The weapon is very close not a minute ago. I could feel it, taste it, even. And then it was gone. I only hope we aren't too late,"

She chewed on her lip, casting out her senses once more. There was a faint something very close by, but its emotions felt muted as though a shroud were cast over it. It felt almost as though her target had slipped out of consciousness, but the likelihood that the soul she searched for would fall asleep or suddenly drop into a coma were unlikely. Still, Jes's sense of the soul was muted, an irritation in the back of her mind like an itch she couldn't scratch.

"Is that all you found?" Jes wanted to know, half wondering if her Fraccion was being entirely honest with her. Or perhaps that was paranoia talking.

Ice couldn't help but notice the butterfly escaping so he closed his fist to prevent it from escaping.He just realized that this butterfly was the weapon they were to return to Las Noches, he then looked back in Jes's eyes, "Well...Jes-sama I took the liberty of freezing this butterfly, cuz I looked so cute and wanted to keep it as a reminder...", showing the butterfly to Jes his wings were still frozen to prevent it from flying away.

Ice suddently felt overwhelmed by the importance that was given to this insignificant spirit at least in his eyes that he had such a great importance to his leader, he became a bit jealous when he noticed the spirit was a weapon something which may replace him.The compliment added to him by his master only made him feel like a tool,"Yes Jes-sama...", said Ice with a low sad voice I'll bring her before the dark-court right away.

He then spliped into a Garganta leaving Earth.

((OOC: I will make this a short post, becuase I'm late.))


Nirro sudden appear a few feet in front of Jes. "Don't tell me you're leave?" Nirro asked with a smile on his face. He quickly pulls out a ring from his jacket's pocket and puts it on. This ring is the sealed form of his doll Zen-su. "To chain the skies and burn the heaven, I summon you my doll Zen-su," Nirro says to himself as a two gloves appear on his arm. Also metal cover his body, although no one know it ,until he removes his jacket. The metal is meant to protect Nirro from take complete damage from attacks. The Raven quickly threw a large fire ball at Jes, knowing that it wouldn't stop her, but slow her down.

Out of the clear night sky a Garganta opened and out of it Justin came out,he looked down on the fight, he initially camed back to feed on some mortals, he has still stesed by the whole deal and decided an evening snack shouldn't harm anyone.He noticed the Bounto and his lider, "Bakada, you won't last a chance Jess-sama is number one", said that screaming out towards and bounto then laughed histericlly as he stood looking down at the fight from the air.

Jes laughed cruelly. This battle was already hers. So long as this idiot Bount was angry and emotional, she'd have more power than she'd know what to do with. And that was without using her powers.

She drew her dagger, its blackened blade absorbing the light from the streetlamps and casting none back. Twirling it idly between her fingers, her grin grew more menacing. Shadows billowed from her form, much darker than those cast naturally. Black as pitch, the slithered up the streetlamps and dowsed the lights, throwing the entire street into complete darkness.

Licking her lips, Jes called to the Bount, "What would your dead master have to say about all of this?"

The minute she'd released her shadows, Nirro could not have avoided inhaling them. They swam lazily through his system, relaying to Jes all his worst memories. The dead master seemed the best place to start.

"Do you think he'd be disappointed to learn that you're very soon to be defeated? Don't worry, I won't kill you. I think it'd more poignant that you live with the shame of yet another defeat,"