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 Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 4:36 pm
Damn. was her first thought when he stared directly at her waist. The hair on the back of her neck stood as she heard her name spoken faintly, and deeply back at her. She simply stood there, anxiously awaiting his response. When he chuckled, she stopped breathing. When it came, her heart skipped a beat again and her lips gaped slightly as she nearly spoke the word she violently thought,
Damn! He can hear me.. Her lips pursed back together as he began walking towards her. At his question, she felt her body tense, but then his gaze drifted away. It confused her, and within a few seconds the realization came to her that something else was probably headed this way. But he was already speaking again by that point, and she was lulled into a false sense of security. He doesn't want to kill me?.. she felt on guard, still, simply by his presence, but.. at the same time, not.
She saw two options. She could either be friendly.. or she couldn't be. 'That's comforting. But as I was saying, it is pretty today, isn't it?' or 'Then you don't intend to kill me. Fine. What is it you want then?'
So why didn't she choose either of them? Well. She was still afraid. Of a lot more than just Ky. Now that she knew he wouldn't kill her, she was afraid of what would happen if she stayed around him for too long. Particularly of an FDC coming by. So she went with option C, as her heart slowed a tiny bit: the shrug.
On the inside, she was seriously debating the delayed enactment of option B.
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 5:56 pm
 Pain, mankind will know pain.
For their crimes, on our kind, they'll never be the same.
Death, they will know death.
Suffering, for centuries, at war with every breath.Ky could barely contain his sadism. Before him was this young, supple creature more helpless than most of his victims. She wasn't shaking, which intrigued him, and the fact that she was calming made him wonder if she thought she was in no danger. It was a foolish train of thought, to be sure, since there was only one person truly safe in Ky's presence.
His steps, while slow, continued to bring him closer to Alexandra. "No words?" he prodded softly, stopping suddenly when there was about three feet between them. The soles of his shoes grated against the sandy cobblestones beneath them, the black leather somewhat scuffed from all the walking out in the increasingly dirty town.
The demon was within arm's reach of her, and her to him. This close, another of Ky's 'alterations' from his human counterparts would begin to take effect. Unlike humans, Ky's pheromones were androgynous (a trait of some half demons also) which gave him a gender neutral attraction. On top of it, he produced high concentrations of them without producing more sweat, leading to a scent which clung to him like some kind of cologne.
He liked to get close to his prey, to persuade those he could further into the false security one of his power could offer to the naive. "What is it that makes your heart race, Alexandra?" he murmured softly, keeping that three foot distance as he watched her closely. Being near to another body made him weary of weapons, even if there was little that could do him permanent harm.
He smiled. Long fingers curled around the sheath of his weapon, keeping it near should he need it in the next moment. Desperately he wanted to meet with the new guns at the FDC, to see his opponents, though he would never jeopardize himself to do it. This girl might be his solution...if she responded right to his questions... The blood of the gods is still fresh on my clothes. 
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 6:28 pm
Red... the seemingly perfect color which clouded his vision. Pure red, seeping red, the kind that Vincent Blackfire loved to test. He would dedicate himself to making the perfect weapon, one that would finally bring humans to superiority again.
Ever since those demons had gotten loose and taken over the upper world, he'd closeted himself away in his lab, determined to take them out. Now he would, and the mere thought brought an eerie grin to his face.
Nobody objected to Vincent, for the consequences were drastic, and often fatal. Even the demons with which he experimented feared him, despite the fact he was human. It may have been true that he was human, but he was completely evil, more so than many demons, and he was nothing less than a genius.
Vincent now tested his new device, The Crimson Butterfly, on a cringing demon, watching with amusement as the energy was sapped from the demon, and it collapsed breathlessly in a heap on the floor of its confinement, nearly too weak to even gasp for air. He felt the energy transferred to himself, and it felt absolutely wonderful.
Yes... he thought The Crimson Butterfly will mostly certainly prove to be the end of the demon reign...
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 12:27 am
Her brain ticked off at the wrong moment. As he paused, hardly a meter away from her, she met his blue eyes with her green ones, only blinking once. Eye to eye with Ky. Standing not a breath away from him. And still alive. I don't think this might end well.. was her last thought before she became vaguely lulled into a sense of trust, that made her not worry about Ky harming her, but even further about a member of the FDC. Her heart fluttered beneath her chest even still as she glanced away nervously.
He voiced his question, and she was very tempted to respond. She almost did.. but she noticed his hand wrap around the sheath of his katana and it bothered her, enough to clear her thoughts for a few moments and slide her feet back. What was she trying to do? Oh yes. Option B. Option.. what was she supposed to say? "The FDC." her voice came from herself almost dreamily, and she didn't even to be aware of it slipping out. Then her eyes hardened and she stared up at him with clear thoughts after hearing her own distant voice, seeming to ignore the fact that she had inadvertently answered his question. Alexandra's strength suddenly -- even if only for a moment -- allowed her to speak again.
"So you don't intend to kill me. Fine. What is it you want then?" her heart pounded wildly in her chest, adrenaline rushing through her body and letting her think clearly. Oh, and the thoughts she thunk scared her. If he didn't want to kill me.. then what does he want?.. almost as if on their own agenda, her eyes wandered away from his and down to the sheath clutched in Ky's slender hand.
Her feet crinkled on the ground and sediment beneath her soles, her eyes reluctantly returning to meet the demon's. She was skiddish all right.. but she was standing her ground for the time being, and she definately wasn't running. Her heart was sounding loud and annoying even to herself, but it was beating in almost proud defiance .. for the time being. Pheromones did funny things to people after awhile. What is bugging him? and instantly her own voice responded back to herself. FDC? and she turned to look away as well.
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 2:08 am
Walking had never been one of Shinji's favorite past times, but nonetheless, he walked, down the street before him, buildings, defaced and littered together, choking the life out of themselves. It was morning, but it felt dark, a blackness seemed to be creeping through the air. A blackness, so much different that the white he was so used to. A blackness that should have frightened him, and would have frightened him, but Shinji was not a afraid of the unfamiliar. He welcomed this change, he was starting to get used to the feel of utter annihilation, of sticky lust and sindication weighing heavily on his lungs.
As he stepped closer to what seemed to be the center of town, he heard voices, coming through the walls in front of him. The road veered to the right slightly, hooking around to the central fountain. Turrning! He exclaimed, almost aloud as the thought had just come to him in a rather irrelevant time. This place was one called Turrning, a small city on the outskirts of the Maaj desert-. His thoughts were interrupted as he realized the voices were getting more and more distinct as he got closer to his destination, and now Shinji stopped dead in his tracks.
If the fountain was a circular passage, being intercepted by roads on the five sides of the circle, Shinji was standing at the end of one of the 'arms'. He wasn't close enough to see, as he realized getting close enough to see would mean he would be close enough to see, and as for the moment, this was not an option. The first thought that came to Shinji's head was that the agent had already made it and was waiting for him, but that thought was quickly eradicated when he heard the two voices.
Pressing his back against the cold black concrete walls of the near by building ( he couldn't tell what it's original use was, it was too big for a house, too small for a business ), Shinji slid down, and waited for the voices to stop. He wasn't close enough to hear what they were saying, but at this point, he was prepared to assume it was two half demons, conversing about whatever it is that half demons converse about. Strange that they'd do such a thing in the center of town, completely open and easily surround-able, but he wasn't about to question motives.
He smiled as his slender fingers touched the cold steel. He would wait until they had their chat, then he'd make an appearance. Odds were against him, but that was irrelevant. If Shinji couldn't take down two halfies, he'd never be able to touch Ky himself.
He could hear the tension rising in the conversation before him, and now was starting to feel a bit uneasy. Was it possible that the other officer had waited at the checkpoint for him and was confronted? No...If that were the case, he shouldn't be hearing idle chatter, he should have walked into a blood bath. The situation was growing more and more confusing, and he felt like he needed to act, soon.
Stepping from his 'hiding place', he casually walked to the two figures he saw in the distance. They were at the fountain, Shinji could see that, but at this distance, he couldn't make them out.
Walking casually forward, he opened his badge in front of him, and stated with a powerful voice, one that could be heard from a few hundred feet.
"Freeze, FDC, Agent Shinji Sonsaku. Stay right where you are, both of you"
He wet his lips absently and pulled the blade only slightly from the sheath. It was game time.
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 8:38 am
Pain, mankind will know pain.
For their crimes, on our kind, they'll never be the same.
Death, they will know death.
Suffering, for centuries, at war with every breath.The FDC...
Ky couldn't help but smile when the answer graced his ears, well aware of the changing rhythms in the girl's swiftly beating heart, and rather proud of how little effort it took on his part to get it thumping so wildly. She was like a lab rabbit who had discovered its purpose while still in its cage.
No where to turn. No place to run.
Her question didn't phase him at this point, he suspected something akin to it would be asked eventually. Those who dwelt within the FDC (and the half demons, too) had a misconstrued image of him as a thoughtless killer. Really, Ky didn't think of himself like that at all.
Lips parted to answer her question when Shinji's entrance finally warranted more than his divided attention. Annoyance briefly contracted his brow, his eyes returning briefly to Alexandra.
His voice was down to a whisper, his body leaning a bit closer to hers. "I want to protect you," he murmured softly, "When I step away from you, I want you to collapse as if freed from a spell. They always buy that one."
Ky's voice, while kept down so Shinji wouldn't hear, was light and playful. He had no fear of death or dying, and so none of this seemed to bother him. In fact, he seemed more cheerful now; he was guessing he was about to meet one of the big wigs. Despite the fact that he was clearly about to face off with a child, he felt the strong presence the boy had, saw how he wore white, and guessed the teen was much stronger than he appeared.
With a last look at Alexandra he stepped away, to see if she would play her part. An idle hand gesture was made to accent the point, his inner child laughing rather loudly in his mind. For some reason most of the FDC was convinced he had mind control powers...and that overestimate was something he was very grateful for.
"Shinji Sonsaku?"
The name was repeated in a dulcet voice, his steps slow as he closed some of the distance between himself and the teen. He moved slowly and with purpose, and would stop when he was close enough to be seen clearly. He would not have his opponent get too cocky in the first round.
His hand had fallen completely from his katana. His own white shirt (silk and useless as far as defense went) fluttered in a slight breeze, sapphire eyes trained unmoving on the frame in front of him. He had moved so he would be at an angle to Alexandra, well aware she would have a weapon and, should she choose to betray him, would need to be kept in his peripheral vision.
"Ky." The blood of the gods is still fresh on my clothes.
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 1:33 pm
"Freeze, FDC,...
Stay right where you are, both of you."
Shinji's name blanked out of her thoughts, the euphoric syllables lost as her mind was still focused on the acronym that was currently scaring her to death. She hadn't even heard someone's footsteps approach,.. but now, turning to the left at that exact moment? let her see exactly what had drawn Ky's attention away. Shinji's face registered well enough: she had been supposed to report for information concerning a mission alongside Shinji. Had he come looking for her, or had she picked the one place in town to take a jog towards that had been relevant to that? Who knew, at this point...
Turning back to Ky in time to meet his gaze, Alexandra stepped in closer to be able to hear him better. His words echoed in her thoughts. 'I want to protect you'.. Her own thoughts either didn't happen, or were too fast or to slow for her to understand them. She whispered just a word in response, the tone of it far less melodic than that of the demon's words,
"Right."
Her feet stumbled aside as she stepped away, and from the corner of her eye, she saw him raise his arm and wave it. She blinked and wondered briefly what that was for, and fell with a delayed reaction. Her knees hit the ground first, and then her body slumped to the side, one hand placed on the rubbled ground next to her face, her blonde-streaked hair half-blooming around her head in a bundle as it hit the ground, not in a particularly pleasant way either. Her eyes shut slowly, face resembling that of a sleeping angel as the faint scent of someone's cologne hung in her nose before disappearing. In a moment, she was calmed, only listening to the sound of Ky's footsteps as he moved away from her, his voice occasionally tugging her back to the situation at hand. She laid perfectly still for fear of not correctly playing her part, or for getting drawn into the wrong end of the altercation that was about to take place.
Eventually.. she would have to get back up and play her part as the FDC member who slowly came to, and would attack Ky as any sensible human would.
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 3:18 pm
 I, too, sing America
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen when company comes.
But I laugh, and I eat well
And grow strong.Vincent Blackfire was working. The fear that hung in the laboratory room was almost as bad as the actual experiments which took place. There were cells in the far wall, like high security prison confinement chambers. No bars separated her from the "researcher." Instead, there was a heavy metal door with hydrolic hinges fitted with a little window at eye level.
Through that window, she watched what he did. Nadia was always quiet when Vincent was in the room, afraid constantly for her own life. So far, she hadn't been chosen for much. She was short and thin, probably not up to preliminary tests without dying...well, if not for the fact that she was roughly 60% demon. It was more than most these days, giving her the leg up.
Her violet eyes snapped to the door as a scream split the air. Startled, Nadia all but tumbled out of her little cot, shaky feet bringing her to the slotted window to stare out at the scene.
A halfbreed on the ground...Vincent...
The Crimson Butterfly. Her eyes went wide and wild, the pupils constricting sharply as the blood rushed to her head. She almost collapsed, her fingertips gripping at the smooth metal door to help keep her stable as she leaned her weight into it.
"No..." she whispered softly as she slid down the door, to rest on her knees and droop. Vincent wouldn't be stopped if it worked...
And it was working. And I weep for you...my soul.
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 6:55 am
Shinji watched with little to no interest as the figure that was seemingly male, he couldn't get a completely good look at this distance, turned to its 'accomplice' and apparently incapacitate them. He was a good 50 yards away from them still, and barely had time to react before he heard the light voice that traveled so briskly through the morning air, despite its intensity. "Ky."
A single word, a name. The grin on Shinji's lips disappeared, his demeanor, shattered for just a brief moment. For when he heard that name spoken, the palms of his hands immediately went sweaty, the badge daintily slipping through his fingers as if it had suddenly turned to liquid. The fact was, he wasn't completely ready for this, especially not now, not this soon.
But this weakness, this vulnerability lasted for only a mere few seconds, for confusion that had quickly begotten rage, had now turned a whole new tide, one that Shinji was more comfortable and familiar with.
Hate.
His katana was unsheathed in a flash and was at his side, the soft look helplessness gone from his eyes and replaced with a fire he had not felt in a very long time.
As he neared the two, he could now dissuade himself the notion that the beast was lying, he felt an incredible surge from him, a power he knew was 'purer'. No, this was Ky, standing clearly before him.
If he was thinking, he would've noted Alexandra on the ground, would have seen the flash of metallic purple and silver shine off the morning Sun and into his eyes, but he didn't. In fact, he had forgotten almost entirely that there was anybody else there but Ky.
Still about 20 feet back, the place where he dropped the badge onto the dirty pavement, Shinji stood, his silver blade at his feet. He didn't know if it was extreme luck or mishap that had brought this scenario to his attention so early, but he supposed he would find out. Just how strong was a demon? Shinji mused with half hearted interest. And the fact was, he didn't know. Nobody knew.
Finally he spoke, the tension in the air becoming almost palpable as he did.
"And I'm supposed to believe the leader of the resistance would just happen to be taking a stroll through the center of town?"
Irrelevant, Shinji had already noted before to himself that he was not lying. He was simply trying to buy time, to further analyze the situation, for if it was Ky, as he suspected, and if all of the tales and legends of bloodshed were true...
They'd all be dead in a manner of minutes.
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 6:03 pm
Pain, mankind will know pain.
For their crimes, on our kind, they'll never be the same.
Death, they will know death.
Suffering, for centuries, at war with every breath.Vaguely, Ky noted the fact that Alexandra was playing her part on the ground, feigning her own weakness for the sake of self preservation. He found a deep resentment in him churn at the thought of self preservation. It was humanity's excuse for almost all of its crimes, and it was a weak excuse at that. His eyes slit accordingly, his mind drawn from its train of thought as Shinji drew his blade.
Sonsaku. That felt...very familiar. His mind grasped for his tie to the name. After all these years, he'd almost forgotten the bloodline entirely. And, for a moment, there was no relevance.
Then, suddenly, he felt arms around him. His muscles relaxed for less than a second, eyes growing very distanced even as Shinji came to grips with who he was dealing with. Some time during the boy's musing he allowed his eyes to close.
Nurse...
He couldn't remember her name. Instead, he remembered her soft touch, which had assured him always, despite his awful treatment of her. A martyr among men, she had been his only display of kindness as a child; the only thing which bound him to man in his later years and kept him from slaughtering everyone.
She had married. Her name...
The demon's eyes snapped back into focus as Shinji posed his question. His eyebrows quirked at the question; really? That was probably the worst stall he'd heard in his life.
"I doubt you would be so nervous if I was anyone else," he reminded softly, shifting to cross the rest of the distance between them. He would leave about three feet between them, so that if the boy tried to attack he would have the time and room to counter it. At least, that was the plan. From the smell, Shinji was entirely human.
This close, his pheromones would have a chance to do their magic again. Thankfully, they had a neuter smell, which allowed him to sway men almost as easily as women. Looking at the boy he had an incredible softness in his gaze, searching for traces of his nurse in his features.
"Shinji..." he turned the name over again, "Who are you?"
The gentleness faded quickly when he'd had enough of looking at the boy in search of a woman long dead, his features resuming their cold countenance. This was not his nurse...and the only service he owed to her now was to keep her bloodline alive.
His mind, still clouded, returned to the young man in front of him. Why had he thought of her so suddenly? He pushed the strange feeling aside, preferring to focus on the here and now. And, for now, he wanted to know the kind of threat this teen might face. He wasn't running, after all.
No...for now, he was just curious, protected in that innocent venture by the calm of the morning sky. They both were. The blood of the gods is still fresh on my clothes.
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 6:44 pm
Indeed his experiment was a success, for the time being. Now Vincent Blackfire wanted more. He needed a half-breed with more demon than this victim, and his gaze immediately shot to the confinement space of demon 1-23, Nadia.
He noted that she was quite small and weak in comparison to the others, yet she had the most demon blood running through her veins of the lot. This fact made her his new target, and he smirked to see her shuddering hopelessly against the steel door of her confinement.
"I think..." he muttered through the window in a menacing tone, "that someone has overstayed her welcome..."
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 6:55 pm
I, too, sing America
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen when company comes.
But I laugh, and I eat well
And grow strong.She felt his eyes before she saw them. Nadia felt her pulse skyrocket, fear gripping her stomach in an icy vice as she stumbled weakly back from the door, all but falling into her cot. Her mouth had gone dry, her brilliant violet eyes fixated on the door.
In her mind, she watched the Butterfly fire its semi-tangible beam...she saw it hit the halfbreed, watched it collapse like a doll to the floor. Her body was shaking; she knew that there was no where for her to run from the researcher, and perhaps because of it...she was able to find her voice.
"Doctor..." she breathed, barely able to form the thought she was trying to convey. "I worked for the FDC...Please! I've done nothing wrong..!"
Tears sprang to the girl's eyes, only seeming to accent how strangely colored they were. Framing them was her shock-orange hair, which was the natural shade. Back when she worked for the FDC she died the roots to make it look like she died the strands their startling shade. Now it was disheveled in a matted mess on her skull, deformed by so many nights of her nearly ripping the strands from her head trying to think of where she went wrong hiding herself from the people she had always loved.
Why couldn't they accept her?
She didn't want to die...and while the other halfbreed on the floor was still breathing...still alive...she wasn't so sure about herself. The device was only supposed to transfer aural power...but what if it took more than that?
What if I die? And I weep for you...my soul.
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 7:59 pm
How was it that Ky hadn't attacked Shinji? How was it that Shinji hadn't attacked Ky? By then, with slow human responses or not, they shold have been at each other's throats. Perhaps Shinji was off guard.. but what was Ky's part in this? Her hand shifted on the ground as she began to 'come to,' essentially.
It was odd. This fountain, this plaza, was proving to be a more hopeful place for humanity than she first had ever realized. The agent at the FDC, and the demon.. not immediately attacking each other for the sake of their own causes. Perhaps she could distract them to not fighting at all. Peace between humans and demons? It was that stupid thought that had brought this war upon them all, but she hoped it would be the one that would snap it away, too.
Ky is so docile. she mused as she slowly pushed herself up off the ground, blinking her eyes at the sun as they refocused to natural light. She lifted a hand to rub her head gently, and then turned naturally towards the sound of the voices that had 'roused' her. Not at all like everyone had said. Not at all. For the moment, she just blinked and stared blankly towards the two. At Ky's back, and at Shinji's face, listening to their voices and the gentle background of the trickling fountain.
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 9:06 pm
As Vincent stared into the glowing violet eyes of his victim, he wondered to himself whether she would be able to survive the Crimson Butterfly, but simply dismissed the thought, as he really didn't care whether she survived or not. It was one less demon he would have to worry about, in his opinion. He had plenty of other demons who would be suitable experiments after her.
He watched as she began to plead for mercy, and smirked teasingly.
"Oh, it's nothing you've done, my dear. It's only what you ARE. It's such a pity you were born a demon, but this way you won't be anymore. If you survive, you might turn out to be a full human, who knows?" Vincent sneered as he entered the small area. He aimed the Crimson Butterfly at Nadia...and then... he fired....
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 6:04 am
I, too, sing America
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen when company comes.
But I laugh, and I eat well
And grow strong."Oh, it's nothing you've done, my dear. It's only what you ARE..."What I am? Who cares what I am! I'm a person!
Her frantic thoughts went unvoiced, and she was too frightened to move. She couldn't duck, couldn't run...couldn't hide. It was over. Her slim arms crossed over her chest, eyes pressing closed.
And yet, she had to look. when her bright eye opened she found the swirling colors within the chamber of the weapon staring her down. Fear swelled in her chest along with the swift beating of her heart. She watched the colors of gray and purple turn blood red.
Then she was part of the light. Her scream pierced her own skull, as if it was someone close by in pain rather than her. The light wrapped around her and for a moment she could see nothing but red.
Nadia felt the floor next. Cool and inviting. She was blinded by the blast, at least temporarily, and she tried to move. Maybe he'd missed her? Maybe she was fine?
No...
She couldn't move. The strength in her muscles was completely gone! All she could do was twitch helplessly, her body in such shock that it couldn't feel the pain still coursing through her system. Her twitching was fairly violent, her lips parted out of the inability to control it.
Then came the pain. She'd have screamed again, if she could. It felt like her muscles had been torn at every fiber, left open and exposed to the air. Her whole body was like one open wound, and even her bones stung with pain.
Nadia had only one thought. A name swirled in her mind, turned over as if it might save her all on its own.
Ky....Ky...
The last demon. Savior of half breeds everywhere. Everyone like her. He was their only chance. And I weep for you...my soul.
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