|
Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2013 15:15:43 GMT -5
Pain, anger, fear, humiliation.
All these emotions ran through her like an endless loop. Her fight had finished hours ago, and she had woken up not long ago. She had scared the medics surrounding her, her illusions reeking havoc on their minds. Pathetic, each and everyone. They lay on the floor at her feet, writhing, moaning, sobbing. Adrien stepped over them, going to their medical supplies. With it, she cleaned and wrapped her side, the sting of opened flesh running through her. She gritted her teeth.
Pain, anger, fear, humiliation.
How, how had the retched man done it? Never before had any seen through her illusions. Never before had anyone seen her there without her wanting to. Never had a spirit appeared and IGNORED her presence! Who was this spirit? Who exactly was this Kuro-something Muzai? Adrien growled, looking down at herself. They had removed her corset, the thing soaked in her blood, the material torn where he had plunged the knife in. The black shirt she wore was also stained with her blood, her shorts as well. They would have to be tossed. With a small growl, Adrien moved to the mirror. The swelling in her face was gone, any signs of injury there had disappeared. Even the bruises and scratches all over her body were gone. If not for the slowly-healing stab wound in her side, it would be impossible to tell if she was even in a fight. Adrien growled, eyes red. She would make Muzai pay for this.
She left the medics in the room, walking out into the hallway. As she left, they moans turned to whimpers, the illusions leaving. There was a reason Adrien slept alone. She had intended to go back to her chambers and change, but as she passed one of the room, the voice suddenly purred. Adrien stopped, confused. What was going on? The voice continued to purr, sighing softly. Turning her head, Adrien saw another room, the door slightly ajar. Warily, she stepped closer, pushing it open. Before her was Muzai. Hate clouded her vision, a growl erupting from her.
Without even a moment's hesitation or through, Adrien rushed into the room. She grabbed his shoulder, slamming him hard against the medic's wall. Her body was pressed flush against his, face only inches from his.
"How?! How did you do it?!" she demanded, eyes red.
|
|
|
Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Jul 18, 2013 22:13:41 GMT -5
He eyes snapped open to find himself floating in a pod of liquid. Blue semi clear liquid, that he feared was somehow toilet water on Omega. Instantly he began to panic sending bubbles through the toilet water up his face causing a rush of sound which only furthered his panic. Suddenly a door in front of him opened causing the liquid to empty suddenly causing him to be dragged out of whatever he was in with it. He thumped onto the floor, soaked as he was blinded by bright lights that now surrounded the boy. Then to his chagrin one of the weirdest things in his entire life came to his realization. He was stark naked as medical staff ran over to him to check if he was in fact okay. It took a full moment before he began to freak out and scramble around the room looking for something to cover himself up with. It was during this point that he realized that there was something dearly wrong with his right leg and right rib cage as pain shot through the areas causing him to collapse to the ground.
“You have to get back in the rejuvenation chamber! You are not healed yet!” An alien that looked like a bird squawked at the prodigy. What did it mean healed yet? Where was he?
“Why do I have to heal?” Kurosanai asked as he covered himself up with his hands as he tried to scramble to his feet. It was then that the medical staff explained that he had been gravely injured in his fight during the preliminary round. But Kurosanai fought with them that the round had not yet commenced because he did not remember a single thing about it. However when they explained the match’s details to him they somehow seemed familiar and as if they had in fact happened. It took twenty minutes for the medical staff to calm him down enough for him to at least take his pants back. After that he was escorted to another room where he was examined by doctors. They said that his initial injuries seemed to heal but he would still feel the pain because the healing session was cut short. They soon left after that leaving him with his coat and several rolls of bandages.
The Prodigy of the Muzai spent the next half hour taking his time rewrapping his body in bandages making sure not an inch of his torso or arms and more of his hands were shown. It was the one shame that he brought to the clan and thus he had to make sure every part of his shame was hidden from prying eyes. He had just finished up wrapping himself again when he was suddenly spun around and thrust into the wall.
Standing in front of him was a beautiful woman with violet red hair, violently red eyes, tight clothing that seemed to have some kind of stain on it, and the scent of some kind of sweet honey. It was all intoxicating and it took all of Kurosanai’s will to make sure that his ‘pride’ did not get the better of him. He had a feeling that it would only put him into an even worse situation.
"How?! How did you do it?!" she demanded, eyes red.
“I am sorry…I don’t know what you are talking about very pretty scary woman…” Kurosanai answered back meekly. But as he stared at her face for a longer and longer period of time it slowly began to come to him. He had seen her somewhere before but he couldn’t place it for whatever reason. “You look familiar? Do I know you?” He asked as he squinted his eyes. He awaited her answer but also waited to get smacked again for whatever reason he had offended her.
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2013 21:41:21 GMT -5
He did't even fight back. This man who had beaten her, stabbed her with her own knife, and knocked her unconscious. She growled, slamming him harder into the wall. He didn't seem to recognize her either. It had been she who was hit on the head, not him. What was going on? And where were his strange eyes, his double voice? The red in her eyes receded, leaving her usual olive green. Adrien leaned in closer, nose to nose with him as she stared deep into his eyes. Only warm brown eyes greeted her. Warm like the skin she had briefly touched in their fight. It took all her willpower not to slip her fingertips under his--new--bandages and feel that warmth again. Instead, she pulled back slightly, frowning.
"You don't remember me? Not at all?" she asked, almost hesitant in her words. This man's answer may very well cost him his life if he wasn't careful. Adrien didn't move away. Her right forearm was pressed against the top of his chest, her left hand on his shoulder. Could this boy truly not remember their fight? Not remember her? Even as she had walked into the ring, face revealing it's self to him, he remembered her. Was shocked, truly surprised to find her here. He had even talked like he wanted to "help" her. Her brows furrowed, lips turning down into a soft frown. While she was out, the medics had managed to wash the make up from her face, a way to get a better look at her bruises forming under it.
Her skin was a soft ivory, unblemished. Her eyes were actually a pretty almond shape, just as intense, but in a different way. Her lashes were long and dark, creating soft shadows on her pinkened cheeks. Her lips, usually painted a deep red, were more of a light, dusty mauve. Her whole face seemed softer, more vulnerable.
"Do you remember our fight? What happened?" she asked, careful still. Did he remember wanting to help her? Her illusions beginning, the awful hings she made him see? What about that spirit, that power? How he had hit her over and over again, and how she had responded in kind, knife after knife thrown? Did he remember her sitting atop him, staring down, hesitating before she swept her knife at his throat? Did he remember stabbing her with her own knife? A memory that still made her sizzle with anger. She waited, not moving an inch, ready to slam the heel of her palm into his throat the second his eyes turned.
|
|
|
Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Jul 22, 2013 19:06:23 GMT -5
"Do you remember our fight? What happened?" she asked. Her words were hesitant and her eyes showed something was wrong. It tugged at the poor boy’s heart strings to see such a beautiful woman in pain. Could he have caused this pain? Was she the person who he had fought against in the tournament? How could he have hurt this pretty of a being? Kurosanai’s mind began to reel as he looked over her time and time again. Nothing was jogging his memory which was only pissing him off more because for some reason he knew her features and presence from somewhere. Then it was the manner in which she was touching his chest, it seemed to jog something in his memory. His vision was fuzzy and blurred. But he could feel the weight of something on his waist. His eyes darted around from side to side trying to lock onto something. At that moment he could make out a face, slightly swollen and bruised. It was one filled with pain. Not just physical pain but also mental anguish. The face was one of a woman. Her eyes were hesitant as if she was being forced to fight by some other worldly force. Something was clouding his mind and he could not seem to shake it. His thoughts were filled with murderous fervor and cold logic. Then something slipped from his lips.
“I am sorry...”
Without realizing it the words had in fact slipped from his lips as he snapped back to reality where he found himself once again standing in front of the woman. It was at that moment that he recognized her face; it was the ringmaster from back on Earth with the circus. He remembered seeing her in the ring of the preliminary round with him but that was all that came to mind everything else was a blank slate. “You…you are the woman from the circus…” Kurosanai whispered in a volume only the two of them could hear. Why had fate been this way with the two of them? Forcing them to fight each other and then come face to face afterwards. It was then that he started to lose himself again. His stomach began to flip like pancakes on a griddle. He felt his cheeks start to burn and his hands begin to shake. Her flawless skin and almond shaped eyes were nothing like he had ever seen. The red short hair and the green iris seemed to glow in the air and that was when his concentration slipped. And his ‘pride’ got the better of him. Instantly his face began to glow as red as a tomato as he felt his ‘pride’ grow. Surely the beautiful woman pressed up against his body would feel it. Her every curve pressed up against his freshly healed body was something that seemed to drive him crazy as his mind entered into a light speed processing mode. He wasn’t able to stare down at the beautiful woman and let his eyes roll towards the ceiling. There certainly was no one like her in or near the Muzai compound. Perhaps that was why he was about to get slapped for his runaway ‘pride’.
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2013 22:01:33 GMT -5
Finally, recognition sparked in his eyes. Yes, that was it. Remember her. Remember her vow to kill him for what he did. Instead though, something unexpected happened. He did in fact recognize her, but from the circus. His body started to tense, cheeks turning a deep red. What was...? Her eyes went wide and narrowed as she felt something begin to poke at her stomach. His eyes moved from her, rolling toward the ceiling as his face grew even redder. A low growl came from her throat, though her eyes remained green. Yes, she had experienced this before. But that fact didn't calm her temper, or the fact that he chose NOW of all times to succumb to this! He had given her nothing but a shy look when she rushed forward for his "help" before the match began. She had felt not a twitch as she sat atop him, his limp 'pride' resting between her thighs. But now...now as she had him pinned against the wall, anger running through her he was affected?! She growled, hand instantly going to her side where she found nothing. The medics had stripped her clean of weapons, even those hidden on her person. Adrien slammed him against the wall, moving her face closer.
"Are you kidding me?! What are you, a masochist?! Do you enjoy this sort of thing?" she hissed, glaring. It was the only thing that made sense after all. Why else would she not get any reaction from him at all until now? She pushed him against the wall once more, stepping back with a glare. Just who exactly was this boy? Kuro-something Muzai of Earth. A growl ran through her again and she held her head high.
"My name is Adrien La'Moore," she said coldly, a strange accent wrapping it's self around her name. The accent was one of the reasons she spoke her name so little. The anyone outside of Nor, it simply sounded exotic. To anyone from Nor... it was a dead giveaway of her home. not just the Court, but the region. As someone who needed to disappear, that wasn't very helpful. She stepped back, hopping up on the cot behind her. Her hand moved over the table, picking up a scalpel in one hand. It would do. Her side still ached, the healing process slow.
"So....What do you remember?"
|
|
|
Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Aug 7, 2013 0:31:15 GMT -5
"So....What do you remember?" Adrien asked. Her eyes told a story of being hurt and pain. But buried beneath that was one of anger and vengeance. Kurosanai however was not able to truly comprehend the anger that he saw for the simple fact that he could only think about the beauty that stood in front of him. He tried to wrack his brain as much as he could in order to remember the fight that he had participated in but there was nothing coming to his mind. Why could he not remember the fight that he had just participated in? What had happened there that was so bad that his mind blocked out the images?
“Adrien…” Kuro started but as the words escaped his lips he stopped. After all of this time he finally knew what her name was. It was a strange feeling knowing what her name was. He had remembered seeing her back on Earth and wondering who she was. So now knowing her name was a strange feeling. “Miss La’Moore…I do not know anything more than you. I am afraid that everything that may have happened between us is lost to me like a twinkie in the middle of a crowd of fat people.” He threw the joke in at the end unintentionally and winced as it came out of his mouth. He opened his mouth to speak again but he could not find the words he wanted to use and just closed his mouth again.
Suddenly he pivoted on his foot creating distance between himself and the enchanting beauty of Adrien. That would be able to gift him with the ability to subdue his ‘pride’ and regain his composure as he circled around the room. He turned back to her went to speak and once again he was at a loss for words. She seemed to have that effect on him and it was starting to annoy him greatly.
“I am not a masochist and I am far from into that sort of thing.” Kurosanai sparked in anger as he pointed his finger at the foreign view. “In fact I prefer women that have a little grace and don’t barge into people’s rooms and push them against the wall.” As he annunciated each word that spilled from his mouth he would slowly back Adrien up against the wall out of a subconscious revenge. Once there he would get in her face letting a small little piece of his power flare out of instinct. She was going to know that he was in control of this situation. “So don’t come barging into my room screaming and yelling at me that I did something when I don’t even know who you are!” As he finished his final statement he would end up poking her in the shoulder with his bandaged finger.
He looked down at his finger as it jabbed the beauty in the shoulder. It was clear that the tables would be turned but it didn’t feel right to the young prodigy and immediately he rescinded his finger and tucked it back in his fist. “I am sorry…” He whispered in a tone that only the two of them could hear. “I don’t remember anything that happened and as hard as I try and wrack my brain on what may have happened I cannot seem to get anything. Please tell me, what did I do to you that has you ready to slit my throat?” He asked only inches away from his face.
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2013 22:02:27 GMT -5
“Adrien…” He whispered her name. A soft taste of it on his tongue. And damn if that didn't heat her blood. A purr resonated through her mind and it was all she could do not to scowl. He says my name and you purr? What the hell? No reply, for once. Instead, the annoying shit just kept purring.That time, she did scowl. Figures that the annoying voice wouldn't answer her when she wanted it to. No, only when it was hungry. Or annoyed. Dumb little shit. Her attention turned back to Muzai. From Adrien to Miss La'Moore, hm? No matter. She listened to him, following what he said until he mentioned something about a twinkie and fat people. She blinked, confused. What the fuck was a twinkie and what did it have to do with people being lost?
She watched him walk the room before turning back to her. She crossed her arms, still holding the scalpel. There was no way in hell she was letting go of that. Finally, Muzai started to speak. Her scowl lowly turned into a wicked grin as he spoke. Back he pushed her, one step at a time until it was she who was against the wall. He was as close as she had been, face inches from her own, causing her to stare up at him. She couldn't help but keep grinning. What the hell kind of woman did he live around? The poor boy was lying, even to himself! He spoke the words with conviction, though she knew they to be false. The way he had stared at her on Earth, the way his eyes had lit up when she entered the arena. And even now as his 'pride' had swelled against her, as he needed to look away from her to think. No, Muzai didn't want a kind and graceful woman. He wanted danger and excitement.
His anger fizzled as he seemed to realize what he was doing, quickly drawing his hand away. Instead of pushing him off or snapping at him, Adrien did something a little unexpected. She reached her free hand up, cupping his cheek. Once again, the warmth of him moved to her. And not just from his cheek. She had calmed down, noticing only now how his body seemed to envelop her in heat. A heat so consuming that for a moment, she forgot what she had been doing, simply caressing his cheek with her thumb.
"Why tell you when I can show you?" she whispered. Slowly the room began to change. They were back in the arena, the crowd screaming. An image of her and Kurosani appeared. She was against him, hand on his chest, eyes pleading when suddenly, he struck her, sending her clear across the ring for no reason. Or at least, that's what it seemed like. The fight played out quickly. Kurosani landing hit after hit, Adrien throwing her knives at him. The two on the ground, Adrien about to cut his throat, him stabbing her with her own knife. Even now she growled at that memory. The two of them fighting again and finally, her falling to the ground, unconscious. The scene faded, leaving the two back in the room.
"Remember now?" she asked, raising a brow, hand still on his cheek.
|
|
|
Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Aug 26, 2013 21:02:05 GMT -5
The images danced like ghosts in front of his eyes and each image seemed foreign to the young Muzai. Why could he not remember a single thing that had happened? Even watching it now did not seem to jog any memories. It only seemed to make things hazier. He watched anxiously and studiously at his movements in the fight. Something was wrong. Something was clearly wrong and those close to him would have noticed while they watched the fight. But what could it be? Everything that he was seeing was like he was watching a different fighter just using his body.
"That can't be me," he mumbled under his breath as the fight continued. Not only was he acting strangely but his entire mentality seemed to have shifted for the fight. He was trained to strike and retreat. His father made sure to illustrate the ability of being an elusive fighter as it would help him win in long running fights as he was able to dish out more damage than he was receiving but also because that was how the Muzai fighting style worked best. However the version of him that was fighting against the beautiful Adrien was not using such strategy. He was using it to get in close to deliver vicious strikes that left him wide open for counter attacks that made him pay for it as he was repeatedly slashed. It was as if someone was trying to fight using his body for the first time and had gotten in way over their head. Then to see his brutal intent to actively try and kill Adrien. It all seemed too strange to be true.
The images would cease and she would turn to him and ask if he truly remembered what had happened. Instantly his mind went to war with itself over what was actually true. Part of him declared with fierce stubbornness that refused to believe any of what he was seeing was true. After all she could create illusions how could he trust her on a topic like this, she had just recently tried to attack him. Then there was the part of him that somehow believed her despite how strange the images in front of him were. It felt as if he had been there somehow. How could explain the strange flashback that had occurred to him just moments earlier? Could that have been her power again creating an image to make him believe this one?
It was all too much for the young man and he stumbled backwards as a grinding pain ran through his skull. He shut his eyes as his hand darted to his temples and he began to massage them in order to try and get the pain to dwindle even a little bit. What could be causing this? As he moved backwards he bumped into a table of medical instruments knocking some loose from their resting places. He needed a moment to think and none of these images were making it any easier to do so.
"Why should I believe you?!" Kurosanai yelled out in pain. His volume surprised even him. He meant to simply ask the question but the pain seemed to be growing with every possible second. What was causing this pain? He could hear a soft distant voice trying to say something but it what it was saying was inaudible to the prodigy of the Muzai. "I don't fight like that! I never have!" He yelled again. "What are you not showing me? There has to be a reason why I started fighting like that!" Kurosanai said as he pushed the table closest to him over.
The words in his head were slowly growing more audible. It took several more strained tries to understand it and even then it made no sense. It kept saying, "Make her...show...all...make her...show...all..." It was this phrase that kept getting repeated over and over again.
"What are you not showing me?" Kurosanai growled through the pain as he patience was dwindling fast. He was in a panic as he had no idea where the pain was coming from. Was it her? Was he losing his mind? Was it some kind of side effect from the fight he was in? He needed answers and fast.
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2013 14:17:08 GMT -5
Her hand slipped from his cheek as he moved back. A moment of warmth stayed with her before her skin grew cold again. Her hand balled into a fist, returning to her side. She stared at it a moment before turning back to the human before her. She touched him far too much. At the area, she had slipped her fingers under his bandages to feel his skin. Earlier, she had done the same. And now she cupped and caressed his cheek? A scowl stole across her lips. It was annoying. It wasn't because of him though. Adrien was sure of that. Humans were just different than Norans. She craved that warmth, always had. It was then she decided. She would go to Earth, find a human lover, and whatever this was with Muzai would cease. But first, she needed him to stop his ramblings. Only one insane person was allowed this room.
"Muzai!" she snapped, all pretense of warmth gone. She needed to go. Needed to get out of this room, away from him. Needed this purring to stop. And if he kept screaming like this, others would come running. Especially after they find the doctors assigned to her. She stepped forward, slipping the scalpel into the sheath in her boot. Green eyes blazing with the fires of hell stared at him, piercing and intense.
"I've shown you all I could. Now, cease you're yelling. Others will come and you will not enjoy what happens," she answered, voice cold. It wasn't an empty threat. She didn't make those. The time to play nice with him was over. She needed whatever this was out of her system. Needed him out of her system. And if Adrien knew one thing, it was how to make such things stop. Infatuation of any kind never did anyone any good. After all, look at the officer she had left for the Force before coming here. Adrien moved closer, stopping a few feet away from him. Close enough to pose a threat, but not so much that she could reach out and touch him. She crossed her arms and that's when she felt it. The warmth of blood on her side. Her hands fisted as the throbbing pain hit her senses. A wound must have opened when she was backed against the wall. Or even when she threw herself at him or off him. The voice cackled in her head. It so enjoyed this. Injury without feeling. Making her grow weaker without realizing it. Maybe that's why she had craved that warmth. Adrien ignored it, arms moving down slightly to hide the open wound from Muzai, one hand moving atop it to try and stanch the flow of the bleeding.
"I've shown you our fight just as it happened. If you don't believe me, ask anyone. Have them show you a repeat of the fight. I am not lying." Which was in essence, true. She had shown him their fight. Shown him exactly what anyone else would. In her illusion, they had not fought. Hadn't even thrown a punch. Muzai didn't even know what was going on, that she was even there, until that pesky spirit arrived. She stared into his eyes, daring him to call her a liar.
"If you don't believe me, that's on you, Muzai."
|
|
|
Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Dec 9, 2013 22:56:55 GMT -5
Something still was missing. The voice deep in his soul continued to howl those words that battered his senses. The voice grew more impatient as Kuro did not press the attack for more answers. It needed him to know what had happened, what she was leaving out. But Kurosanai did not know where to start, where to press the attack or what she could even be leaving out. Without this Kurosanai stood there silently with his teeth bared at the beautiful ringmaster from Earth. His hand continued to press against his skull as his brain threatened to explode forth from the pain.
Despite the taunt the thing that seemed to draw the most ire from her at the current moment were her eyes. For whatever reason they seemed to be sending mixed signals to the Muzai. One part of them said that they longed for him to be close while another part seemed to be mocking the prodigy of the Muzai while yet another part seemed to hate his very existence. What game was this woman playing? Every movement she made seemed to not make any sense what so ever. Her hands hesitated while her mind thought of vicious things to do and spiteful things to say. It was all for naught though as one of her hands darted to her side. A small pool of liquid seemed to be appearing at her feet. Some of her stitches must have opened up causing ribbons of pain to stretch from her sides to her feet. She stumbled backwards. Unless she received some form of medical attention she was going to be in some serious danger and Kurosanai was going to let her leave from the room until she opened her mouth.
“I've shown you our fight just as it happened. If you don't believe me, ask anyone. Have them show you a repeat of the fight. I am not lying." Adrien stated with an air of defiance to her. The pounding intensified in Kurosanai’s head causing him to close his eyes and bend over in pain. Then he heard a new phrase in the dark of his mind.
It is time I have a little talk with this bitch.
The air seemed to shift in the room and a strange silence fell upon the two creatures. Adrien would probably notice a new feeling coming from the man standing not more than six feet away from her. It didn’t feel like Kurosanai and in fact the energy pattern that was being emitted from Kurosanai’s body changed as well. His head slowly rose up, opening his eyes as he stood upright to his full height. He was silent as his feet began to fall definitively as he marched over to Adrien. It was not until he was point blank in her face that he spoke once again.
“You really need to learn to shut your mouth you little bitch,” Kurosanai said with a double voice. The same double voice that he had had during their fight. Instantly his Aoiro activated and Kurosanai went grab her by the ribs. His fingers would slip into the open wound as he slammed her backwards against the wall. “I have had enough of your little dance around the facts. It is time that you truly told me what happened to this poor fool during your fight with him. Why don’t you start with what is inside of that little head of yours? No lies now. Otherwise I am going to start breaking your ribs one by one.” The double voice proudly stated as his fingers wrapped around the bottom most rib. “As a little incentive I will tell you my name.”
“I am Fujin Muzai.”
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2013 23:33:36 GMT -5
Mother. Fucker.
Kurosani stilled, the look in his eyes dimming. Pain seemed to leave him, confusion disappearing just as quickly. Something had changed in the man before her. Something that had her hair standing on end and a change to the voice. It went from a steady purr to a deep hiss. A hiss she was slightly surprised to find springing from her own lips. As he stared at her, she knew it to be true. Even before he spoke with that double voice that sent chills of malice running through her. This was the man she had fought. The boy taken over by the spirit. The essence the voice carried seemed to strain against her, growing fiercer and wilder. It prowled inside her head, almost seeming to snap it's jaws and teeth at him. One word repeated over and over again.
Hate. Hate. HATE. HATE. HATEHATEHATEHATEHATE!
It was that sudden change inside her head that allowed him to move close to her. Allowed him to stand only inches away. Once again, her nerves were electrified, making her hyper aware of him. But the icy feeling of hate kept her from responding. She hissed again, the voice growing louder, shouting in her head. If only it would quiet down from just a second. She bounced slightly as he shoved her against the wall, felt his hand sliding in through her wound. Any other would have cried out, screamed, or at least grunted in pain. Adrien only stared up at him, eyes a dark red color, darker than ever. Black seemed to seep into her eyes, small traces, but enough to be noticed.
HATEHATEHATEHATEHATEHATEHATEHATEHATEHATEHATE!!!!!!!
"I fucking get it! Shut the hell up already!" she hissed at it, ignoring him completely. The voice growled, but stopped. Finally she turned her green eyes to him, lips curing up into a smile.
"Fujin, hm? Well, that's a nice name, but hardly incentive. And could you really think of nothing better than breaking my ribs? I'd give you points for escalating so far, but you loose so much for lack of creativity. It was cute, really. But, I'm bored now," she crooned to him. With a smile, she closed her eyes and took a calming breath in and out. Her body curled in slightly, shuddering as she took in a deep breath. Without warning, an ear-piercing shriek sprung from her. Not one to shatter eardrums, but impressive none the less. She continued to scream, calling for help as she did so. No matter if Fujin had tried to stop her or not, the damage had already been done. In record time, four people rushed into the room. One was dressed in a doctor's coat and looked like a human-sized bird, glasses perched on it's beak. The other two were quite large and burly, the kind that looked like they could crush you with one hand. The rushed at the two of them as Adrien continued to convulse, getting between the two and moving her away from Muzai. The doctor rushed to Adrien who was currently sobbing against one of the more reptilian-looking bodyguards, desperate to check her wounds. The other two stood in front of them, advancing slowly toward Muzai.
"Fighting like that is allowed only in the arena, boy," one of them said, wary of him.
|
|
|
Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Dec 12, 2013 1:18:44 GMT -5
As the guards rushed into the room and pushed Kurosani backwards after Adrien a smile crossed his face. It still was not his own mind in control, instead Fujin remained in control, and he was rather amused by the pretty circus ringmaster’s move. She knew that she was going to lose any confrontation with him, just as she had done in the arena, so she decided to cut her losses with a few broken ribs and a gaping hole in her side. The other beings in the room were more interested in tending to the gushing wound and separating the two of them despite the fact that Adrien had actually caused this little fight of theirs.
The guard shoved Kurosanai backwards with a firm hand on his chest. His eyes, brandished with his Aoiro still, glanced down at the hand. Fujin thought quickly about ripping the man’s hand off. No one touched him unless he gave consent or they were ready to deal with the consequences. But before he was able to he found that Kurosanai subconsciously was fighting him and stopping him from hurting the guard. Fujin cursed to himself, ‘Weak minded fool. Sometimes a demonstration of strength is needed.’
A low laughter could be heard emanating from Kurosanai’s throat as Fujin looked at Adrien being swarmed by the medics. She was definitely something different and while she was more of a pain for Kurosanai’s ancestor than he would have liked to admit. Her powers proved to be ones with a great deal of potential and were far from being polished. Having her as an ally could possibly prove to be beneficial down the line but Fujin doubted she would ever fall in line with the code of ethics he had laid down for the Muzai. Based on what he had seen when he had intervened on the nightmare she had a bit of a sadistic streak to her but perhaps it was that little companion that road along with her. Yes he was able to see it. Did he know what it was? Not a clue. Did he really care? Nope.
“Very cute my dear. Just keep in mind that you took the coward’s way out. Next time you should show everything that happened when you are asked about. Otherwise you and I are going to keep running into each other. And based on your reaction and your little companion’s reaction neither one of you are a fan of me. I have a challenge for you. Heal up. Then come to Earth looking for Kurosanai here because by the time you run into him again his power will have doubled. He is the prodigy of the Muzai after all. He is the last in the family to hold the gift that I bestowed upon them. Sad really that this fool is the only one left,” the double voice cackled as his eyes stayed locked on Adrien. Fujin could see a dark shadow figure sitting on her shoulder which continued to hiss like a cat at his eyes. The eyes that he had created all those years ago, the first key to his power. “So does this end our little conversation you little cowardly bitch?”
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2014 22:38:48 GMT -5
Things were progressing quite well for her. The guards and medic had fallen nicely for her little performance. She could help but smile behind her hand, tears still running down her face. The cowards way out? Hardly. Like with other humans she seemed to encounter on Earth, he didn't seem to live by the idea that survival was top priority. By any means. And if she had to put on an act of the innocent, abused maiden, so be it. She could suffer slight humiliation for that. She didn't answer him right away. At least, not verbally. Behind the guards and the medics, words appeared on the wall in answer.
It's a date. Two weeks, Muzai. I'll see you in sixteen days.
The words disappeared, the guard and medic leading her from the room. The guard patted her back slightly, not sure how to handle a crying woman. It seems like some things were universal throughout the races. He closed the door behind them, the medic fussing over her.
"We need to get you in another room and sedated. You'll have to spend more time in the rejuvenation tanks," he squawked out. Adrien sighed, straightening and whipping her eyes.
"Don't touch me," he said, that musical lit in her voice. Both men let go of her instantly, shocked at the change in her demeanor. Frowning, she pulled up her hood.
"Forget this moment and go away," she continued. Blank looks on their faces, they left. With a sigh and a scowl, she turned and walked away.
(Pl please)
|
|
|
Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Jan 13, 2014 23:32:26 GMT -5
The guards continued to pull the two former combatants apart in order to try and save the poor female with the neurotic and psychotic young male. He was obviously the one that was at fault in this situation. She had clearly been the victim. It was exactly like what it looked like. All of this was exactly like what the young woman had planned. Pathetic fools had fallen for it hook line and sinker leaving Kurosanai to take all the blame. The young man’s body thrashed in the guard’s arms as the young woman was pulled out of the room and out of sight. His strength in his arms was starting to wane. His time was running out. Fujin had only moments left before he slipped out of grasp of the poor Kurosanai’s mind.
“Damn this circumstance…” Fujin growled in the double voice. His eyes darted from side to side as he took in his surroundings. If he truly wanted to all of these guards would not last more than a few seconds but it would drain him very quickly of what little control he still had. This woman was not worth burning his energy like that as she would no doubt take advantage when Kurosanai was vulnerable. That could not happen. He knew that he would be able to gather more power as time went on but it would first have to come down to retreating back to where he appeared. If he stayed out much longer he would end up frying Kurosanai’s brain, it was not the first time he had taken over control and he had made that mistake the first few times. This boy was the last chance the clan had and Fujin had to appreciate that otherwise everything will have been for naught.
His eyes drifted towards the doorway. “We will meet again my dear…and when we do I will find out exactly what that little creature is inside of your head…until then take care and don’t die…” The double voice stated loudly so that everyone in the room could hear what the strange voice. It sent shivers down their spines as the words sunk into their ears. Fujin let out a laughter that physically caused the guards to pull away from young man as his hands drifted to his forehead pushing his hair back revealing his eyes. His Aoiro had been activated but something was happening to it, it seemed be changing violently within his eye sockets. The color of it flashed to multiple hues, the shapes of the tiers seemed to be liquidating and drifting across his eyes and yet in that moment they felt a power spike before it quickly dissipated with no reason for the cause. As it did Kurosanai fell silent, his eyes cloudy, and then his body slack. He slumped over where he sat completely unconscious, once again he would not remember a thing that happened between him and Adrien.
He would sleep until shortly before the second tournament round at which point he would face his competitor.
(PL please)
|
|
|
Post by graderr on Jan 14, 2014 10:17:56 GMT -5
Adrien La'Moore - 2232 pl Kurosanai Muzai - 2761 pl
|
|