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She glanced over at the man who was stone still, frozen in obvious mortification, a red so deep it gave a tomato a run for it's money. Sera clutched at her hands, fingers finding comfort, as she mulled over each word in her mouth, before she spoke them in measured tones, caution dripping from each syllable. ❝I'm sorry... Did I say something wrong?❞
A pleased sigh fell from her lips, small fingers braiding stems of flowers to create a sturdy base for a crown. She canted her head to the left, enjoying the background noise of the citizens that were at the park. One woman in particular was sharing stories with a small group of children, most of it folklore she would assume, but the way she told them was incredibly engaging.
Morning light shed through the window of the room, but the shaman had already been ready for the day ahead of her long before. She sat preoccupied with her thoughts, when she let out a hum. ❝Ah- I wonder if Kanda would mind going shopping with me. Though I know he gets annoyed that I have to shop in the children's section... Especially because the kids keep insisting on seeing Mugen...❞
{{ i'm on mobile & it's a mess but i need my 3 in character posts to properly put sera on hiatus. so please standby... (｡´╹A╹｀｡) }}
↳ LOADING:【 IDENTITY CONFIRMED 】➤【 egyptiandeity 】
↳ ✽ - - - Sera settled herself into a seat, elbows propped, head canted. She tried to decipher the tropical looking drink before her poured into a coconut cup, just sitting there on the napkin, appearing so harmless and innocent with it’s little pink umbrella. Curious- though cautious, she cupped it in both her hands and took a few sips.
Just a taste, the barest sampling, would be more than enough to inebriate the petite shaman. A half hour later, she was up and restless. She swayed a bit, as if the soles of her feet were inadequate to hold her, the scent of rum subtle on her tongue.
❝Che, I’m f-f-fiiine. Who gave you the right... to tell- to tell me I’ve had enough?❞
Aggression beamed through such a tiny frame, making her almost comical to any who spotted her. A pout was heavy on her lips, almost as if to make the bartender pity her. Being refused a second drink for the third time won a very spontaneous bite on the exposed arm of the unlucky person closest to her.
Nothing says a beach day is made rather than a big ‘ol bonfire. The chilly summer night’s air being combated with the warm glow the flames have to offer.
Sitting on a cooler does Steven strum idly at the little ukulele he was allowed in his possession, soon working up a familiar tune and the lyrics to go along with it.
“Hold on to me as we go As we roll down this unfamiliar road And although this wave is stringing us along Just know you’re not alone…”
He looks over to the person watching, grinning ear to ear and motioning for them to come along and join him– perhaps even finish the rest of the song. They don’t have to be the best vocalist out there of course. He’s happy to sing with whoever was willing!
↳ ✽ - - - Sera watched the flames dance, gold and orange licking over the blues of burning driftwood, it’s heat against her face contrasting with the cool kiss of breeze on her bare shoulders. The shaman absent mindedly rubbed hands along her biceps, using the friction to bring some warmth back to her skin. A song began to flow from an unfamiliar instrument that reminded her of sunshine and a few bars into the melody, she started to hum along. Hearing the voice trail off, she noticed the young boy looking at her expectantly.
❝Ah… I’m sorry...❞ she faltered, bashfully smoothing the thin sundress down over pale legs. She could feel the hot blush creeping across her face. ❝I'm not familiar with the words, but please- you should continue! Your singing combined with the tiny guitar is very lovely to listen to.❞
Enthusiastic movements of the shaman were met with a swordsman’s stillness as he lazily observed the surroundings he found chaotic to say the least. The beach managed to contain properties he found irritating- noise, crowds, sand, a large body of water. However, it didn’t take much on the other’s behalf to actually get him in this situation. While he failed to understand why, he was aware of her adoration of such a location.
He had always abstained from the act of swimming- a quirk that presumably derived from his artificial birth. Needless to say, he was cautious to say the least around this novel ocean. Therefore, when he saw a sizable wave approaching the female, he found reason to take some sort of action.
Fully clothed and much to his dismay, he trudged into the water until he was immersed in the ocean to his waist. Quickly, he picked her up before the wave could crash over her- his being able to support the both of them as the water rushed past the both of them. Its force wasn’t as he had predicted, nor its final height, but surely his action had prevented a potential ordeal.
Material now drooping from his being with sand that had found itself within his pockets and coating his clothing, he kept from giving an appearance of pure frustration. He would make the short journey back to shore and place the other down after giving a sound suggestion.
“Che, you should be more careful.”
↳ ✽ - - - She understood quickly enough, slender arms traveling to wrap around Kanda’s neck as she was suddenly lifted up, the motion second nature to her. Though the gasp that followed almost kept her from stopping from taking a breath full of saltwater, she braced herself and standing steady he effortlessly held his ground before the impact of the water.
The wave that hit them was not as perilous as his actions had called for, regardless grey eyes blinked in consideration to humor the other. Though he didn’t look angry, Sera could note the frown that registered itself onto jaded features to express his disapproval. As a lone droplet traveled down his nose, she’d quietly admit to herself he sort of looked like a wet cat.
Once she was set upon her feet again, sand tickling her toes, the curve of her lips moved to display concern. Chest warmed at the words he offered, cheeks following in kind and turning her already bright cheeks even brighter.
❝You’re completely soaked…❞ Her fingers carefully reached upon dark strands to pluck a stray piece of seaweed that had clung onto his hair, stretching on tiptoe to sweep the drenched fringe from his eyes. She gave him a soft smile. ❝I know you hate the ocean... the water. You didn’t have to go in for me, but you did. Thank you.❞
❝There’s a place I’d like to show you if that’s alright… then we can leave. Do you want to change out of your clothes? We should get you dried off.❞
↳ ✽ - - - She ran, feet leaving marks with temporary permanence behind her. The moment she patted down her palms on the surface of the water, the white sand her fingertips had gathered trickled away with the waves. She sank her toes in the wet sand and smiled, eyes shimmering with the love of the ocean as water lapped around her waist. A beat passed, and gaze shifted from glorious water to the swordsman she had left behind on shore.
❝Kanda? —Is there something on my face?❞
The shaman, hair saltwater-stiff paired with shoulders and cheeks bright red with the beginnings of a sunburn, noticed he had been looking at her strangely, and the inquiry instinctually slipped from her lips.
↳ LOADING:【 artipostle 】
↳ LOADING:【 IDENTITY CONFIRMED 】➤【 devilfeast 】
↳ ✽ - - - ❝Heat! Look what I just learned!❞
❝It’s called a cartwheel! All you gotta do is put your hands on the ground... and then swing your legs like this—❞
Almost immediately was balance lost, as thin arms wobbled and her petite body tumbled to the sand, a meek smile formed alongside a giggle of embarrassment.
Detail of a commission.
✧「She’ll have you know that she finds his ‘che’s very endearing. Rude. #keeptheches Plus she’s like 99.9% sure he honestly can’t help it.」
〢▸ level three: OBLITERATION
↳ ✽ - - - Sera had to grasp at her breaths, pure torture to keep her eyes from falling shut because she knew if she gave in to the comforting darkness, she would be met with a death that, for once, wouldn’t be met with revival. She fought to keep living, but there was little she could do in this situation. Being physically weak and having few redeeming qualities in battle, defense had always been her strength, offense only to be used when needed. This compulsion to fight had a more personal origin, to eliminate what she felt shouldn’t exist, but there was no way to reverse what had been done. She had been reckless and had let emotions get the best of her.
❝Please, you don't have to do this!❞
Words spilled out from the shaman's lips, tears brimming in her eyes. It screamed in her ears, threw in her face how wide the gap in stamina between them was, and how impossible the feat to win against him at this point would be. She withdrew mentally and wondered how she'd been hoping for anything else. This wasn’t how she thought it was going to end.
Her breath stopped short in her throat with a silent cry as she felt the pain snap low in her stomach, a refined blade cutting through her easily. A rough cough slipped past her dry lips; in a matter of seconds, the unmistakable taste of copper rose up in the back of her throat.
〢▸ level two: SURVIVAL
↳ ✽ - - - An arcane young woman clad in pure white stood among the wreckage; quietly, calmly, with little emotion showing upon her face, blood on her hands and self hatred in her eyes. Placid expression turned towards what she suspected was the cause, raven hair tumbling over her bony shoulders, a bird with its wings clipped. Gentle steps were taken, treading closer. Danger, her mind whispered, yet she remained unmoved by it’s warnings.
❝…Yuu- I’m not sure what you were thinking. You take far too many risks on my behalf.❞
Gentle even in her scolding, a sigh slipped from pale lips, tone between solicitude and careful blankness which had long become natural to her. She absorbed the energy in the concrete stained with blood underneath her feet and relearned the uneven rhythms of his pulse. She could sense the overwhelming hatred writhing in his chest, twisting like a viper in his veins.
She had never seen anybody impervious to the effects of fear; such was a basis to humanity, present in everyone, even the most dauntless of people, but she knew what was human within him was most likely dead. Their purpose could now extend beyond what their original programming had called for. The questionable intentions and underhanded methods of humans that had pulled the puppet strings behind them gone. The creature before her held an awful beauty, a presence which loomed in such a way that caused her to feel a sense of empathy. However her empathy had it’s limits, learning more about him had to take it’s natural course.
For a beat, she was nearly overcome with the desire to touch him, to brush her fingers along his arm, visibly crumbling to pieces. However doing so now would be a death wish. Prayer was an option to soothe him, give her an opportunity to approach him safely. The lyrics of the song that had laid dormant upon the tip of her tongue found use once more.
She sang softly as she pressed her small hand against the center of the black ink seal that slithered around his chest, working to tune his discordant body back into a euphonious symphony, trying to set things as they were. The half-akuma’s compliance was cut short when he realized the aching sensation was receding, staring incredulously at his shoulder. His attention flew back to the shaman.
❝What are you doing?!❞
❝Stabilizing your data.❞
❝Are you stupid? You hardly have enough energy to keep yourself upright!❞
❝I’m fine. I just want you to be able to stand with me.❞
She was merely speeding up the process of his regeneration, lessening the pain, but even then, she knew they would both inevitably wilt with time, much faster than others.
Their combined life force could only sustain one another for so long.
↳ CONTINUE?
〢▸ level one: AWAKENING
↳ ✽ - - - In this new universe she had been thrown into, she found herself discovering that it came with it’s own challenges and trials. In her own, there had been demons with human souls trapped inside, armed with sharp fangs and tortured snarls that echoed within the ruins plagued by never ending rain. In that same world, there were also monsters wrapped up in human flesh with blank expressions like the one that invaded her nightmares. To fall in line with what what normal within this realm now felt impossible; to blend in and remain ignorant to the trials she was being put through would only brand her as a lamb ready for slaughter, leave herself at the mercy of whoever the enemy was.
Manic screams still resonated in her ears, within her very skull, haunting her even as she found distance between herself and others. Fragile songbird had been taken down into the fiery depths of hell and not even a holy act could save the broken doll. There was nothing for her. Only the endless stretch of eternity, of pulsing fear and doubt. She carried a heavy burden, millions of lives like marks on her pallid skin, an entire planet knotted in the muscles of her back. She looked down to her fragile and thin hands, capable of doing terrible things. She and God were one now. A gift, someone from her past would have claimed; but really she rather refer to it as a curse. When she had been created, she had been told she had potential, but those words were nothing but a precursor to the years of suffering she would experience.
No one could keep her rooted unless she allowed it; playing prisoner had taught her the privilege of saying no. But there had to be a balance… When left adrift with nothing but herself for company, the shaman became uncomfortably aware of how lonely the world could be. So she begged with all of the desperation with what was left of her mortal soul for a comrade, for someone who would understand just a fraction of who she was, and not hold any discretion. She went in search for this someone in hopes of finding air to keep her from drowning.
↳ CONTINUE?
✧「Just a quick and informal notice that I will most likely be going on semi-hiatus. It’s still too soon to tell but I’m currently in the process of moving to a new city and I’ve been volunteering for extra hours at work to balance out the costs, so my free time has diminished significantly. I’m posting this to organize the threads I owe because holy guacamole, do I need to step up my reply game... BUT- if I’m missing anything, please don’t hesitate to tell me! Thank you so much!~ 」
The swordsman had never been to keen on birthdays or celebrations in general. Perhaps his stance was odd considering his true age; however, his existence was unorthodox in itself. The term ‘birthday’ was hardly befitting of this day considering his origins. He was artificial in nature, so celebrating his “day of birth” was illogical.
Nevertheless, here he was standing in front of some (familiar looking) mâché creation on June 6th- his “birthday”. Traditions surrounding one’s birthday had never interested him as much as they provoked irritation. This particular tradition, however, was new to him.
His expression was unchanging, but navy hues examined the display out of mere curiosity. Coincidental familiarity in the mâché item only gave him a further push in actually partaking in this single birthday event.
“… So, I just hit the thing until it bursts… Can’t I just cut it in half?”
↳ ✽ - - - However, the shaman was the absolute opposite. She wanted to celebrate his arrival into the world despite the fact she understood both their existences were against God’s natural order. Her date of creation was lost in a document neatly typed out somewhere, deemed inconsequential enough to ever be brought to her attention, and perhaps she was selfishly compensating for the seven years of lost birthdays by commemorating his.
She knew now they were more than bundled up nerves and cells artificially bred to follow a path set out for them, more than living collections of data constructed in repeating lines of complex code, and she felt he deserved more than the world had given him. Her efforts to make this day something he would want to look forward to were sincere and she didn’t mind some trial and error until she figured it out. She just had to think a little more like Kanda Yuu and she suspected any chance to beat the hell out of something, he’d take it.
The bright smile wobbled, reformed, and adopted the slightest hint of uncertainty, ❝Oh! Um, I guess you could. It would make more sense, wouldn’t it?-❞ Hesitation dripped between the seconds before she added, ❝But then it would be over too quickly.❞
In her determination bloomed hope, its petals only a few shades lighter than her cheeks. ❝Fr-From what I’ve read, the weapon you use against it is generally a stick of some sort and to make it more of a challenge, I-I’m suppose to blindfold you, then spin you around.❞
Her grip tightened on the rope nervously as the fingers of her free hand rose to press on her lips. Maybe this was a stupid idea.
↳ ✽ - - - It’s his birthday, a date once told in passing and locked safe in a corner of Sera’s heart. There were weeks of smiles stored and prepared for today, finally feeling she had discovered the perfect combination of an excuse to engage in violence but take part in an apparently common tradition. ❝Ah! Wait-! It’s almost ready!❞
Hold that thought, her tone said. Don’t walk any closer, the forward turn of her palms repeated. She paused, lips pursed to see if he’d heed her command before disappearing outside.
❝Okay!❞
Gaze glimmered with excitement, trained on the swordsman to see his reaction. A paper-mâché clown decorated in colors of white and red hung gracefully in the air, the petite shaman at the end of the rope, one hand firmly entwined in it. The star motifs over it’s face were entirely consequential.
❝It’s called a pea-nah-ta! ❞ She had turned the word over in her thoughts time and time again but only said it out loud once. It seemed… incorrect but the small symbol over the n had baffled her. ❝The idea is to hit it until it breaks and the prize inside is revealed. What do you think?❞
