& I am done with my graceless heart

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blooming-resolve:

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The arm slid across the ground, to her, rolling a few times on the way, before stopping just short of her foot. Slowly bending down, she grabs the arm by the.. hand? And swiftly proceeds to pelt the demon that severed it from the stranger’s body.

“Well, aren’t you a jack ass. Cutting off people’s limbs and all.”

After it makes contact with the demon, who seems no worse for ware, and just stands there, seeming unaware, the arm falls at the feet of it’s owner.

Then, came that annoying voice. /‘Missed opportunity for a terribly over used use of a pun, there, hussy. You know what I’m talking about, right? You could have said ‘looks like you need-’“\

“Shut up, dumbass.”

With her swords at her side, she runs at the demon, sinking both of her blades into it, dragging them away from each other, affectively cutting the demon in half.

And then a moment of silence, before her random and dramatic outburst.

“Nnngh, FUCK! God fucking damnit!!”

Dropping her blades, she cradles her head with her hands, while looking up at the sky, and taking a few unstable steps forward, before her movement freezes for a second, and she slumps to the ground, clearly defeated over something. And mumbling.

“..same..”

“..t the same..”

And then yelling again.

“It’s not the fucking god damn same!!”

And then a black mist begins to form around her, originating from her arm.

     the devil hunter glanced at the demon limb that was thrust at him with distaste, and a little offense, even – nudging it away from himself with his boot, before glancing at the new arrival with brow raised. “ listen, i know my arm here– “ he’d flex his fingers, somewhat ; blue hue radiating off of them in the most inhuman and unnatural of ways. “ – is kinda’ abnormal. but it’s not that fucking weird, alright? “ nevertheless, he’d worn a smirk on his features … until she’d doubled over, cradling her head while ranting and raving like some sort of lunatic.

     yeesh. he really couldn’t get a break, lately. nero would absently spin blue rose in his grasp, before holstering it and stepping over to her, cautiously, reaching out with his leg to nudge her side, faintly. “ you alright, lady? dunno what kinda’ inner turmoil you’re dealing with, there, but a place being overrun by demons might not be the most optimal location to sort it out. “ speaking of demons–.

     in a flash, blue rose was in his grasp once more, longcoat billowing in the wind as a succession of shots rang out, bullets piercing through one, two, then three demons, a roar of pain emanating from them as they then began to dissipate. what a pain in the ass, he’d mused ; already beginning to regret leaving home at such a late hour.

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While still slumped on the ground, she slowly reaches out to grasp her dual swords, and even slower, she begins to rise from her slumped position, her hair keeping her eyes hidden as she grips the blades in her hands, tightly.

"You're right. Maybe it just means I have to kill more of these assholes."

In a flash, she all but dives in to the middle of a more populated group of demons, cutting them down in a few seconds, before moving on to another, bigger group, while growling ferociously and frantically.

"It has to fucking work, God damnit."

And she moves from one group of demons to the other, waiting for that satisfaction she didn't realize she had come to take for granted, in her world.

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@dcvilbringcr

The arm slid across the ground, to her, rolling a few times on the way, before stopping just short of her foot. Slowly bending down, she grabs the arm by the.. hand? And swiftly proceeds to pelt the demon that severed it from the stranger's body.

"Well, aren't you a jack ass. Cutting off people's limbs and all."

After it makes contact with the demon, who seems no worse for ware, and just stands there, seeming unaware, the arm falls at the feet of it's owner.

Then, came that annoying voice. /'Missed opportunity for a terribly over used use of a pun, there, hussy. You know what I'm talking about, right? You could have said 'looks like you need-'"\

"Shut up, dumdass."

With her swords at her side, she runs at the demon, sinking both of her blades into it, dragging them away from each other, affectively cutting the demon in half.

And then a moment of silence, before her random and dramatic outburst.

"Nnngh, FUCK! God fucking damnit!!"

Dropping her blades, she cradles her head with her hands, while looking up at the sky, and taking a few unstable steps forward, before her movement freezes for a second, and she slumps to the ground, clearly defeated over something. And mumbling.

"..same.."

"..t the same.."

And then yelling again.

"It's not the fucking god damn same!!"

And then a black mist begins to form around her, originating from her arm.

[grxmmjcw-blog]

    ❝Hey, wench. Where the hell did you say we were, exactly?❞ The Arrancar barked in annoyance, hands shoved into his pockets, eager to smash skulls– or one skull, in particular. Kurosaki Ichigo’s. But it looked like he was far, far away from him, now. What a pain in the ass.     To say this world was fucked up would be an UNDERSTATEMENT– there were tiny shadow creatures running around, screaming and talking in some incorrigible language. It did nothing but piss him off, honestly, and he saw to it to dispatch each and everyone of them whenever they’d bar his path. 

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She wasn’t going to bother wasting time, telling this jackass to not call her a wench. He seemed the type to either not care and continue doing so. Or the type to become more obnoxious about it just on principle. “/Come on, wench isn’t so bad. It’s better than the ‘hussy’ you’ve grown oh so fond of from that talking grimoire.\“ Inwardly, she made the decision to not argue with the jackass in her head, either. Which earned her an amused chuckle. ”/Besides, it’s not like either of them are untrue. ..Right?\“ Desperately, and not for the first time, she wished he had his own physical body so she could permanently remove the grin from his god damned face. And, there was that ridiculous maniacal laughter he did when he knew he hit a sore spot.

That’s fine. Kainé would just channel the frustration into killing other shades. It just pissed her off that he also enjoyed that, as well. Realizing that her mind had been too preoccupied to answer the jackass that did have a physical form, she finally replied “Northern Plains". Obviously, from the way he was dressed and his confusion, he wasn’t from this world. Regardless, he was stuck here for now. It would be more useful for him to know their more immediate location, if he was going to be here for a while. Then again, if she suddenly found herself on an unknown world, she’d want to know both the locales and the world name. In an almost reluctant tone, she simply added “…Earth.”

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blooming-resolve:

soiji-valbedal:

[Snip.]

Normally, she wouldn’t care to ask a stranger’s name. But they would be traveling together for some time. “What do we call you, anyway?” Realizing he also likely didn’t know what to call them, she added, “I’m Kaine. That’s Soiji.” And as an afterthought, in a somewhat sarcastic tone, “Pleased to meet you.”

Walking past him, she slowly headed in the direction of the docks. Surely, they could all walk and talk on the way there. Other than what he already had with him, Kaine had already taken the liberty of setting Soiji’s belongings on the respective dock. Eager as she was.

@crueltyoath

    9S’s gaze settled upon the ‘ Summoner’s ’ form, first, brow rising as he afterward decided upon manning the flank– he didn’t know the terrain, after all, and he was better suited for mid-range combat, should the need for such actions arise. ❝What will our first destination be?❞” He’d inquire, curiously. 9S didn’t know much of Spira at all, really– only what he’d heard from the lips of others. Mutterings of Luca, Besaid, and Zanarkand. It was all gibberish to him, however. At least until he managed to get his hands upon a [World Map]. No such luck, yet, however.     A single fine, ivory brow would lift beneath his visor, once he was addressed, an inquiry of his name following suit, shortly after. He supposed he didn’t have any reason to mistrust these two, given their lack of Machine resemblance, and animosity. ❝YoRHa Number 9, Type S. Or, 9S for short.❞ He’d murmur in response, gloved digits curling at his sides as he spoke the familiar monicker. It made him remember home… remember 2B. 

                          ❝Some people also just call me ‘Nines’.❞     He did what he could to take mental note of their surroundings, as they made their way in the direction of the docks, thankful he still had the companionship of his Pod, at least. That’d make his travels that much easier, especially in the departments of data analysis and storage. ❝Also…❞ He’d eventually continue, clearing his throat. ❝Forgive my ignorance– but the armor plated creature which brought me unto this… Spira. Just what was it, exactly?❞ He’d deemed it more wise to direct his inquiries toward the other male in the group, rather than his guardian. She seemed easily irritable, and it might begin to effect MORALE, down the line.

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[soiji-valbedal]

              Soiji stop near the boat they would be taking to their next stop. “I would like to visit beside first, the Aeon there would benefit me greatly, since my innate element is Ice, I’d prefer conditioning my body to withstand fire. Ifrit could help me, maybe even give another element to my list.” He curls a finger around a piece of hair that has fallen into his face. “Oh before I forget…..again, was there anything you wanted to explore here before we head off 9s? I’ve no idea when we’d return, but if either you or Kay-ann-pepper want to sight see now is the time to do so.” Riffle around in his bag before pulling out a slip of paper, opening it up Soiji studies what’s written on it before putting it back. “You’d both have time enough before our boat is scheduled to leave.  Or stay here and.” Look to Kaine with a fond smile. “Mope about while glaring holes into that poor tourist.”

                “Hmm would you prefer a different name, or would that be okay calling you so?” Notice the slight shift in the boy’s mood. Recalling his own was hard enough, but to remember everything in a new place would be a bit disheartening.  “Whichever name makes you comfortable.”

               Ar…..hmm you must mean Sin, people believe if you’re close to Sins toxins, you’d lose your memory.  So for you two recall name and sighting of Sin is something else, yet I’d keep this from others, they tend to…..be a bit asshoeish about what goes against their belief.  That big armored fish is what I’m collecting Aeons to fight against.” With a grin the snow haired male take bands from his pack to flick at Kaine’s back.  “Since you’re my Guardian, it would be very important we learn how each other fight, and what items best suit us. “ Studies 9, mentally calculating both height and weight. He unconsciously palm a dagger stashed inside his jacket, flipping it through long slender fingers as a plan form. “Hmmm.” @blooming-resolve

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“Nines it is, then.” It rolled off the tongue better than 9S. And certainly better than YoRHa Number 9 Type S. Though, she wasn’t certain either of them heard her preference. She didn’t say it under her breath, but neither did she raise her voice, as she was a small ways ahead of them. If she could hear them, they could likely hear her anyway.

..And then her pace quickened as she heard her Summoner ask Nine’s if he’d like to sightsee. “Do what you want. I’ll be on the boat.” Though her normal attire wasn’t too much more revealing than some other’s she’d already seen in Luca, it was styled differently. ‘Other-worldly’, as one lady noted. Kainé wasn’t sure if it was meant as a compliment or otherwise. Either way, she was receiving attention for it. Unwanted. But just the same, she refused to try and blend in by way of conforming to the local style. The way she saw it, she wouldn’t have anything to worry about if there wasn’t so many fucking people around. Just the way she preferred back home, too.

Nearing the end of the street from the cafe the trio had met up at, just as she was about to turn the corner to the harbor, she felt a light sting on her right arm. Followed shortly by another one. Despite that she hadn’t been his guardian for any longer than a month, she quickly picked up on the ways he would try and get her attention when he felt she wasn’t so inclined. Stopping right then, she clenched her jaw and her shoulders stiffened. “Great idea. Think it could wait until there are less assholes around?”

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15 ASSOCIATIONS: Repost and fill in the answers you most associate your character with to each question.

1. ANIMAL: Feral cat. Does what she wants. Affectionate on her own terms. Reclusive. 2. COLOR(S): Grey, light blue, purples 3. MONTH: April 4. SONG: Devil Inside by Utada Hikaru and/or Shake it Off by Florence and the Machine 5. NUMBER: 4 6. DAY OR NIGHT: Night. 7. PLANT: Moonflower 8. SMELL: Lillies 9. GEMSTONE: Moonstone 10. SEASON: Spring 11. PLACE: A field with a lot of flowers 12. FOOD: Kiwi 13. ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Scorpio 14. ELEMENT(S): Both light and dark 15. DRINK: Vanilla honey tea

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Tagged by: @crueltyoath The Anti-Hero A central character in a story, movie, or drama who lacks conventional heroic attributes. They often fail many times and are known to be flawed. Opposite of the Tragic hero, you often do things out of selfishness so you can advance and grow as an individual. This is often done unconsciously. When people ask for favors, you expect rewards in return. Your personality can be seen as complicated and you often can through a cycle of moods in a matter of what seems like seconds. You're seen as typically aggressive and full of emotion. There would be times where it seems like you are completely calm and then at a flip of coin be upset about something. You have a lot on your mind 24/7 and it's hard for you to handle. Sometimes your attempts at showing you care can backfire, since you often get too into the emotional aspect of the situation.

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    ❝So…❞ Came the Android’s voice, after what had felt like centuries of silence–his tone ribboned with curiosity as visor-shielded eyes observed the towering form of a beast in front of him, and the significantly smaller, weaker form of the one who’d beckoned it into the world. ❝You’re a [Summoner], and this thing here is your… Aeon, was it?❞     It was unlike anything he’d ever seen. Massive in size, gave off an aura of raw POWER, and there was neither gear nor cog in sight–nor was it connected to any networks. Definitely not a MACHINE. This ‘ Spira ’ was chock-full of enigmas and mysteries that tickled a part of his brain he hadn’t felt stimulated in a very long time. But it was also dangerous.     He couldn’t establish a connection to the Bunker’s server, so there was no bandwith to be used–thus, if something were to happen to him, out in these foreign lands, he’d be left to his own devices–and likely doomed. It didn’t appear to have very many components for conducting maintenance, from what he’d seen thus far, so he’d have to take caution in matters he’d otherwise consider trivial.     Jolting himself free of his musing, he’d take a step back, scanning their surroundings for a brief moment, before clearing his throat, to garner attention. ❝Wasn’t there someone else meant to be accompanying us?❞ Their original [Guardian], undoubtedly. 9S, himself, was only along for the ride until they arrived at someplace brimming with… Al-Bhed. Whatever that was. His inquiries had only been so fruitful, before information began to repeat itself. All he knew was that they had plenty of parts that he might be able to make use of.

@soiji-valbedal // s.

[soiji-valbedal]

“If this is everyone we….Oh! Yes this is a Aeon, we summoners ask them for help along our way to defeat sin. They are spirits we pray to, if one is worthy then we…..K one of us have to be nice on this trip. Now if we are all here and since K likes to explain things, shall we leave?”.

*As he speak, Soiji studies the new addition to their group. The first thing that catches his eye is the black band around his eyes. Second is the same colored hair as his own. He’s abit smaller then himself, yet power surround his small frame. Curiosity wasn’t something he usually felt, yet this boy peaked his in more then one way.*

“Don’t worry about supplies, I’ve gone ahead and acquired some.” *Lifts up a travel bag.* “If we run out I’m sure there are towns along the way.”

A sigh leaks out at Kain’s behavior, if one of them was going to be tart he guessed he’d be the one making peace. Although he understood why she was such a butt, it would make the journey a long tense one if they couldn’t work together.

“Ah that:s right, what is your name if I may ask?”.

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The guardian’s focus shifted from the white-haired stranger, to her Summoner as they took turns speaking. With each word that was spoken, she could feel herself growing more and more impatient. Speaking up from a ways behind the stranger, she further answered his inquiries. “That’s right. He’s a Summoner, and that huge ass thing right there is his Aeon. And I’m his Guardian. Any more questions?” Kaine wanted to get this over with. She hated introductions. And even more, she hated being in town. Any town. She wanted to head out, where there were less people. And, where there would hopefully be lots of things to fight.

Normally, she wouldn’t care to ask a stranger’s name. But they would be traveling together for some time. “What do we call you, anyway?” Realizing he also likely didn’t know what to call them, she added, “I’m Kaine. That’s Soiji.” And as an afterthought, in a somewhat sarcastic tone, “Pleased to meet you.”

Walking past him, she slowly headed in the direction of the docks. Surely, they could all walk and talk on the way there. Other than what he already had with him, Kaine had already taken the liberty of setting Soiji’s belongings on the respective dock. Eager as she was.

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[diito]

blooming-resolve:

Flexing her fingers into a fist, she spoke through clenched teeth. “No, but there’s time to change that. If I ever see that jack-ass again, he’ll be sorry!” Now, she began pacing about the room, trying to contain her anger. Part of her wanted to hold on to it and unleash it, full force, onto said ‘jack-ass’. But if she did that, she’d start getting pissed off at the smallest things. And unleash it all on someone who only mildly deserved it. Like she very nearly did at the crowd of people who allowed him to escape.

Dito was somewhat of an enabler when it came to her anger, anyway. Kaine was definitely expecting him to make his usual suggestion of going out in search of things to kill. Who knows, maybe she’d get lucky on the way and spot the asshole who put her in such a foul mood. It would inconvenience the disciple, she knew. He’d likely complain a little, about having another of her messes to clean up. Or making his job more difficult. But that would be the end of it. And she’d certainly feel much better.

  ❝He’ll be sorry, huh? And so will you, when you’re rotting behind bars. I love killing as much as the next guy… girl, thing, whatever. But there’s a time and a place for that – and under Five’s umbrella isn’t exactly the place. I wouldn’t be able to help you out if she found out you’d done something so trivial as harming one of her precious citizens.❞ The Disciple would run a gloved hand down his face, a long, airy sigh of frustration leaving his lips, shortly after. Never did he think that he, himself, of all people, would have to be the voice of reason.

  ❝If you’re so eager to maim something, try some of the ravenous beasts outside of the city, why don’t you? I’m sure you’ll be rewarded for your services, as well, if you make them known.❞ Fingertips would drum against the hilt of his spear, idly, golden eyes surveying Kaine’s reaction with a pinch of amusement. Even if her actions were more often than not an annoying pain in his ass–she was like him in a lot of ways. It was almost scary.   And then a small, hardly audible “Ah!” escaped his lips as realization dawned upon him. The Disciple would circle around to the woman’s front, the sharp tip of his spear meeting the stone pathway, shortly after, perching his chin atop the hilt of his weapon, comfortably, offering up a small, devious smirk as well. ❝Actually… I’m suddenly reminded of a task I’d been given by Five, earlier. Bandits. You know, the take you against your will, pillage your home, steal all of your belongings and kill you ruthlessly type? Yeah, those. A whole nest of ‘em.❞  

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"You think I give a shit about what that dumbass Intoner thinks?" Though she didn't fully understand it, simply because she didn't want to, she knew Dito was somehow bound to the bimbo Intoner. That was the only thing that kept her from seeing if Intoners are truly immortal. And sometimes that reason was barely enough, when her anger was as irrational as it is now.

Upon his suggestion of taking her anger out on beasts instead, she simply frowned, finding herself disappointed with the Disciple. And that disappointment only grew further when he seemed to think she'd be interested in a reward for doing a favor for that bitch. Then, her eyes narrowed on his face somewhat. ..Of course. It wasn't an actual suggestion. Just one that was meant to get a rise out of her. It only half worked. At least, that had better have been all that it was. If he disappointed her too much, she'd lose all reason she had to not put the whole immortal theory to test. Hell, maybe that's what he was going for in the first place.

Her anger had subsided, by a small margin. It just wasn't as nearly out of control. She still needed to kill something. But her fist was no longer clenched, and her voice was more subdued. "Bandits, huh?" She was a bit turned off to the idea, since it would still technically be a favor for his Intoner. It was allowed. Where's the fun in that? "...Lead the way."

[diito]

  Life in the Land of Seas wasn’t exactly fun for Dito, at any point. If he wasn’t handling the politics involved with maintaining order ( because Five adamantly refused to, a good ninety-percent of the time. ) He was busy making sure the Intoner’s needs and urges, physical and otherwise, were met and sated each and every day. It grew tiresome, quickly, and he found himself often fantasizing about all of the different ways he could murder her.   Things had become a little more tolerable, lately, however–he’d made a friend. Someone he could bitch at, annoy, and kill with, whenever possible, and it’d really helped with all of the pent up frustration he had. Sometimes, at least. She could be a pain in the ass at others… Always bitching and moaning about something or another. 

               “Hey. You didn’t kill anyone this time around, right?”

  It was no secret that Kaine had a very short temper. One that could more likely than not match or even out-weigh the Disciple’s own. There’d been instances where she’d been forced to assault a citizen (or so she claimed) because of looks, actions, or words that were exchanged. He hadn’t thought it possible to make his job even more difficult–but she’d come into his life and found a way, rather quickly, at that.

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Flexing her fingers into a fist, she spoke through clenched teeth. “No, but there’s time to change that. If I ever see that jack-ass again, he’ll be sorry!” Now, she began pacing about the room, trying to contain her anger. Part of her wanted to hold on to it and unleash it, full force, onto said ‘jack-ass’. But if she did that, she’d start getting pissed off at the smallest things. And unleash it all on someone who only mildly deserved it. Like she very nearly did at the crowd of people who allowed him to escape.

Dito was somewhat of an enabler when it came to her anger, anyway. Kaine was definitely expecting him to make his usual suggestion of going out in search of things to kill. Who knows, maybe she’d get lucky on the way and spot the asshole who put her in such a foul mood. It would inconvenience the disciple, she knew. He’d likely complain a little, about having another of her messes to clean up. Or making his job more difficult. But that would be the end of it. And she’d certainly feel much better.